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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Shit!

Yolanda pulled off a spectacular robbery.

-Help! Help me! -Don't move!

When we caught her, there was no trace of the money.

Yolanda switched the SIM card

when she realized they were about to be caught.

The card she kept must show where the money's hidden.

I found the SIM card.

There are some photos of a road. The SG-112.

Send them to me right away.

And destroy that SIM as soon as you can.

-Hi, darling. -We have a problem.

-I'm not pissing anywhere. -Why won't you help me?

Maca, when I was tested with your pee, it revealed I was pregnant.

What?

Why would I betray my friend Maca?

You'd be on day release within a month.

Dad, it's down here. You missed the turn, Dad.

There's a camper behind us that's been tailing us for 20 minutes.

What should we do?

We'll get the shovel out and start digging in the wrong place.

What?

Lin Chun, hit record.

I might have found something, but I didn't know what it was. A SIM card.

She's acknowledged she has Yolanda's SIM card.

Call Judge Andrade. We're going to get her.

What was on the SIM card? I can't hear you.

-Photographs! -Photographs of what?

Of a road and a forest.

They were photos of the same place. Of a rock.

You! Stand up!

Ferreiro!

Ferreiro!

Stop!

Civil Guard. Don't move.

Turn around.

Put the gun down.

Hands on your head!

Please, don't shoot.

I'm pregnant.

10 DAYS LATER

The weight is fine, so is the size.

It's a normal ten-week embryo.

I'm so happy that you've changed your mind.

Hey, blondie.

You ate Yolanda's card and they're looking for it, right?

Where are you going? The governor's waiting.

My head hurts. I've got a migraine, Doctor.

-Can I get some aspirin? -Once I finish this.

It's like a shrimp.

-What do you mean? -It's not ugly,

it just doesn't look too great right now.

-Do you want to know the sex? -Can you tell already?

I'd say it's a boy.

I'd hedge my bets on it being a boy. Look, you can see his little dick.

-You're right, it's a boy. -That's amazing!

Quiet now, let's listen to the heartbeat.

Fuck.

The kid's really going for it.

You survived a shootout, kid. You're a strong man.

Like your mom.

Stop!

Put the gun down.

What happened?

Where are the others? Where is Inspector Castillo?

Four, two.

How are you, darling? They wouldn't let us see you.

-Where's Mom? -She's in Viveiro with her sisters.

She was very upset, but you know she feels happier there.

Dad, I'm pretty sure they'll be listening to this.

And recording it, too.

I was at the shootout in the forest, just like the police told you.

I found something. I found it by accident. Then they took me for identification.

Maca, how are you?

I'm good.

Really good.

It was...

It was awful.

But all of a sudden, it was like someone shook me.

And it was all a dream.

I woke up.

You look tired, Dad. You need to sleep.

You shouldn't worry about me. I'm fine.

You have to believe me, really.

Now, I just want...

I want to wait for the trial. I want to defend myself.

I don't want to do anything else crazy.

I don't want you to, either.

Do you understand?

Dad, do you understand?

Things were looking pretty hopeless.

Now, it's different.

Don't worry, darling.

We're seeing the lawyer later to see if he can speed things up.

Maca, how's your health?

Have you had any problems?

No.

I'm really good, Román. Really good.

Now, I want you to request another visit and bring Mom.

I have something important to tell you all.

Time's up!

Okay.

I love you all so much.

Bye.

Does prison change your life? It does.

Of course it does.

It doesn't really change the way you think.

It was something else that changed me.

The gunshots.

Being there and not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

When you see death up close...

you see life differently.

Without fear.

Two weeks have passed since the shootout at Sierra de Ayllón.

As you can see, the investigation is ongoing.

Nice one, Zule. You'll be famous after all.

Hanbal Hamadi, aka the Egyptian.

Yo, girl. He's just a kid!

He's hot.

Is he your boyfriend or your nephew? I'd love a boy toy.

Shut up, will you? Jerks.

What are you doing, you Muslim bitch?

These are some of the crimes...

-Fuck you. -...that police have been investigating

for four years.

They won't get him.

As we were explaining, the investigation is ongoing.

After two weeks of searching,

the teams have combed over 170 acres without any luck.

There is also no trace of the €9 million

which deceased Yolanda Montero allegedly hid somewhere in these mountains.

After having found a hole,

the Civil Guard believe Hanbal Hamadi is in possession of the loot.

Finders keepers.

The shooting took place...

Lin Chun.

Lin Chun!

Lin Chun!

Macarena. Macarena!

Go and check on them.

-He's dead. -Fuck.

-Fabio's hurt. -Check if there's an exit wound.

Yes, there is. That's good, right?

It's good, because he can be saved with some stitches.

But it's bad, because if they don't pick us up in 20 minutes,

he'll bleed to death.

-You've reached Emergency. Hello. -Inspector Castillo.

Chief of Police's office.

There's been a shootout. One dead and two injured.

What's your location?

Where am I?

How the fuck should I know?

-Want a book, darling? -No.

You can't read.

-A book or whiskey? -A whiskey.

-Hello, boss. Here you are. -Where's mine?

Thanks.

Sole!

Why are you reading so many books?

You can't learn how to give birth from books.

-Really? -No.

Women in the jungle stand up, hold on to a trunk

and get ready to shit.

Sole, I'm not having my baby while hugging a tree.

Sole, she doesn't realize that having a baby

-is like shitting a melon. -Sure.

It seems almost impossible, but trust me, it comes out eventually.

That's true.

-Seriously, you're making me dread it. -No.

Have you told your mom?

Here's what you asked for. Pregnancy and Labor.

Sole.

What?

It's a boy.

A baby boy.

A beautiful baby boy.

You look happy, blondie.

Anything we should know?

Or is it just the pregnancy hormones?

You should try it. Maybe you'll lose that frigid face.

Yes, I'm happy.

Really happy about my son.

And because I don't want to leave here at just any cost. Not anymore.

Sure. It's fucking great here.

I suppose you won't mind that I have the money.

Macarena's experiencing something much more important

-than €9 million. -Says who? A homeless woman?

You know what?

I hope your boyfriend has found the money. I hope he's got it.

As long as it means you leave this place.

That'd be a bonus, for all of us.

Blondie's got some balls.

Careful with the blonde one, she was firing shots in the forest.

Silence!

-Really? -Silence!

Who have you been shooting?

No one. It went off by itself.

That kid'll know how to say "whore" before it can say "mommy."

Enjoy your baby, surrounded by murderers.

Bitch.

May God hear me and keep her pussy dry.

And itchy.

Did you know there's a cell block for mothers?

You should request a transfer. Block 2 is no good for you or the baby.

The judge is about to end the search.

As we told you earlier, the €9 million

is presumed to be in the hands of Hanbal Hamadi, the Egyptian.

What the fuck do we do if he's taken it?

He hasn't taken anything because he doesn't know where it is.

The police think he has it.

They found the hole we made, and it wasn't there.

Okay. When they leave, we'll go back with shovels.

We can't go back. The police are there.

-Did you not hear your sister? -Yes. And I didn't recognize her.

She was like a robot, talking about them recording us.

She was like that because she's in the middle of an investigation.

-Or because they're pressuring her. -Román, she's right.

This is a dangerous situation, and we have to get out of it soon.

-What are you talking about? -We'll talk to the lawyer later.

We'll see if he can speed things up.

It's not enough! Can't you see?

Your sister was in a shootout! What do you want?

For them to kill us?

This family is crazy. We can't sleep!

Your mom leaves, comes back for two days and leaves again.

Being in this house is a nightmare! Don't you think that's enough?

Hello.

Who is this?

Who is this?

Why didn't you say you were coming? I would have picked you up.

Mom, what are you doing here?

The assessment board has met.

They're prepared to award you day release.

Yes! Fuck!

I'll see the sun without any fences in the way.

Fuck, I'll have a fucking beer without going to solitary.

If you get it, you'll go to a special semi-release block.

-You can only leave during working hours. -Okay.

Do you understand what that means, Estefanía?

-What? -You have to find a job.

Anything. It doesn't matter what. Otherwise, you can't have day release.

Sons of bitches! Fuck! You tricked me!

So they're not going to let me leave. Just another fucking lie...

Are you here to talk to the governor?

Yes.

We just need to see a job offer in your name. It's procedure.

How do I get a job to leave if I can't leave? Explain that!

Fuck! You lied to me.

Wait here if you want.

Now that Fabio isn't here, I'm assisting management.

Congratulations on your baby.

Thank you.

They told me what happened in the forest.

That your gun went off.

Don't worry, it happened to me on my first day.

Embarrassing.

Don't worry.

To be honest, you could have run away.

Why didn't you?

You won't run, right?

I'm not a despicable bitch...

I guess. Right?

You're not.

-Estefanía, calm down. -You used me.

Calm down!

I'll be at your side. I'll help you.

There's a social worker who'll help you out.

Look, Governor.

I've never had a job.

I've never even had the chance, okay?

I've got no chance now.

-Thank you. -Listen to me.

-They don't give a shit. -Breathe.

-Listen! Keep it up and... -What?

You'll end up in solitary instead of outside.

May I remind you that this release is a gift.

And you haven't earned it all on your own.

Haven't I?

Don't you think betraying my best friend is "all on my own"?

Ferreiro, you're up.

-Good morning. -Hello.

I imagine you already know, but I wanted to tell you I'm pregnant.

Happily pregnant?

Yes, very happily.

Thank goodness. Great. Take a seat, please.

I'm delighted, Macarena. This will help you a lot.

-In life, but particularly in here. -Yes.

I want to know if there's any chance of a transfer.

-I've been told there's a maternity block. -No.

That block is for women who have given birth. But...

Let's see. Listen.

What I can do is I can put you on laundry duty.

You'll do fine there.

Right.

But is there no chance of a quicker transfer?

No.

It's just that after the forest, the shootout and everything, honestly...

It's been tough on us all.

Honestly, I fear for my baby. I don't want anything to go wrong.

Have you talked to Sandoval?

I just...

I thought that, being a woman,

you'd understand better.

Of course.

-Yes. -We'll see what we can do.

For now, we'll fill out the forms, and I'll talk to you in a few days.

-Thank you. Thank you very much. -Fill out the form.

You were very brave in the forest.

He's bleeding a lot. How long will they be?

Twenty minutes, fifty? What the fuck do I know?

Fabio, listen to me.

You need to get out.

If you lean on Macarena, you can reach the road.

I'm fine. I'm blocking the wound.

Is that right? Get the fuck out of here.

Do you hear me?

Come here, kid.

Come on.

You won't run, right?

I'm not a despicable bitch.

So I can trust you?

Get the gun...

What the fuck are you whispering about?

Where are you going?

What the fuck are you looking for?

This baby's mine. And no one else's.

There's someone in here now.

He'll be a tiny person. He'll depend on me.

I don't know. It feels like...

he was put there for a reason.

I no longer feel lost.

I do think about leaving here.

Now, I want it, but not just at any price.

I only have one fear.

That something happens to him.

How do I look?

Like a Moorish queen.

Seriously.

What's wrong?

I haven't seen Hanbal in four years.

It was like a fairy tale.

He was 19.

I was 30.

We had so much sex.

And now, I'm 40.

It's not such a fairy tale anymore.

-Has he called you yet? -No.

Well, Zule, he took a big risk at the shootout.

He has to stay hidden. He can look after himself, right?

Come on, Zule. He's crazy about you.

For the person you are.

If not, why would he be searching high and low for the money

to get you out of here?

What's wrong is that now he's 28 with €9 million.

Look at this shit.

Covered in hair and toothpaste. You haven't cleaned anything, you pig.

Clean it with your tongue. Lick it.

Lick it!

That's right, with your tongue.

You think you're useful to me?

You think what you earn is useful? It isn't.

I only do it so you'll react.

React.

React.

Aren't you going to react?

Shit!

Zule.

Zule.

Relax.

He'll call you.

I've hired lots of waitresses. How are you at serving drinks?

-I'm better at drinking them. -Well, you can learn.

Maca, she's not a waitress. She's a whore.

You'd have to pay me a lot for that, darling.

Look at the black princess.

Locked up and fucked, but she still has her dignity.

Keep looking. The offers will flood in.

Listen, calm the fuck down or you'll be eating that polish, okay?

Do you speak any languages, Curly?

Yes, mine. That everyone understands.

You must have some experience. You'll have to write a CV.

Well, let's see. I can drive any car without a license. Stolen or not.

I can also hot-wire, tune and burn them if needed.

There's my fucking CV.

Great CV. You'll get any job you want.

Hey.

Maybe I can help. My uncle could sort out a job for you.

He manages the highway tolls. I worked there one summer.

It's an awful job.

You spend all day in a booth saying, "Three-fifty, please."

All day.

-It's a shit job. -What are you talking about?

-It's awesome! -Really?

Three-fifty.

Three-fifty.

You meet lots of people.

"Three-fifty, baby. I finish at 3:00, come get me."

A whore since the day she was born.

Thanks, honey!

If I have to give your uncle a blowjob, I will. Okay?

No. My uncle is married with children. My uncle has no interest in your blowjobs.

But if you do, he might make you his secretary.

-I'll do it. -What? Curly, no. Please.

If he can get me a job, I'll suck his dick, too.

-Me, too. -Curly, listen.

-Cock sucker! -Cock sucker!

-My God, that's awful. -Hey!

You're so amazing.

You're so amazing that when I'm on day release,

my life will be shit because you won't be around.

-Kabila. -My God.

Why are you interrupting something so personal? Ask first.

The Chief Jailer is looking for you.

To get the uniforms ready for the new prisoners.

At your service, for now.

-Go on. Let them know who you are, Kabila. -Kabila! Think! Walk!

I just spoke to my cousin Paca, the one from Badajoz.

-She told me the news. -What news?

That you're getting married, Gypsy.

I told her there's no chance. Since when are you getting married?

Since when, Antonia? Since my first period.

Since I was 14, since my dad told me I would, and now I am.

How can you get married? You have to suck dick to get married.

And you've been eating pussy your whole life.

Honey, he must be absolutely tiny,

because you're not going to know what to do with it.

If it's any good, send him to me. I'll take care of it.

You're getting married? How?

Why?

Tell me.

Because they're a good family, and they have a lot of money.

And I don't want my family to suffer.

You wouldn't understand.

-I wouldn't understand? -No.

Do you know where I come from?

They tried to make me get married, too.

To someone old and revolting with two wives.

-What did you do? -I ran away. I was just a kid.

Then I fell in love with someone.

Do you understand?

You can be whoever you want to be.

You're a lesbian, so tell your parents.

Nobody can change who you are.

Not you. Never.

Never.

I was visiting my sisters, Auntie Eugenia and Anselmo.

Everyone wants to help.

There's nearly €120,000.

Your brother said he'd make a transfer today or tomorrow.

You told my brother?

What's wrong? Are you worried about what they'll say?

No. That has nothing to do with it.

-Your brother's loaded and he offered. -No.

My brother is middle management at the highway concession.

-He's not a multimillionaire. -Where did they get all this money from?

Under the mattress? How should I know? People save what they can.

Do you think helping us is more important to them

than saving for their kids' education? They spend their whole lives saving.

People want to help, just as you would for them.

We're going to Viveiro now to take it all back.

What will you pay bail with, Dad?

With what, if we're not going for the money in the forest?

With what, Dad?

Hello.

Who is this?

-My darling. -That's enough, Mom!

-You look so pretty, Saray! -Ma'am. Enough.

See?

Can a mother not kiss her daughter?

Yes, but not in front of everyone here.

-Are you eating well, Saray? Are you okay? -Yes.

I'm fine. And yourselves?

How are you all? It's been a while since you came to see me.

Has something happened?

The head of the clan wants us out.

There was a problem at the market. He says he wants us out in two weeks.

And there's only one way to fix it, Saray.

-How, Dad? -You get married, Saray.

You marry his son, now.

Saray. We're beating around the bush.

You know the wedding was discussed.

We arranged it when you were a girl.

Once we apply for an appeal in three or four weeks,

you'll be transferred to the court for a hearing.

Great. Do it.

Zulema, I've heard nothing from your boyfriend.

He's not going to head out looking for a signal to call you.

Are you sure?

Have you thought about it?

Jesus Christ.

Are you really going to charge this crazy amount that you're asking for?

Because sometimes I wonder...

"Why am I paying this idiot?

Why am I paying this idiot when I'm doing all the work?"

I bet your wife gets sick at the idea of fucking you.

Have you thought about that?

We'll request the appeal.

Good.

When they call me to court, everything will be done.

It's no secret that you've got months left until you leave.

He says he doesn't care. You can get married in here.

Dad, I don't want to get married in prison.

In here or out there, what's the difference?

We can request a transfer to Badajoz. Then you'll be closer to each other.

-I can't. -Didn't you hear your father?

They're kicking us out. We'll be out on the street.

Mom, I can't.

You'll marry whomever and whenever your father says.

Just like your mother and grandmother. That's the way it is.

-How's it going? -What are you doing?

-What's going on? -Who's this white girl?

I'm not a white girl, or a Gypsy, or a Muslim or a Christian.

Here, we are all women. Our own women.

Can you leave?

No, I'm not leaving.

-I'm not leaving. -Go. Please.

I wish someone had done this for me before.

Pardon me, but Saray can't get married.

She's a lesbian.

A lesbian. An adult.

Free to live her own life.

Got it?

Come on, clear off. Let's go.

Is that true, Saray?

You're a lesbian?

Yes.

What difference does it make?

Mom, what difference does it make?

Mom. Look at me.

-What? -Goodbye, Saray.

What do you mean?

Mom.

Mom!

Fuck.

-Not going to the yard? -No. I'm waiting for Curly.

Have you got a thing for her?

-What do you mean? -You know.

She's my friend. I like her a lot, but that's it.

Well, Maca, here in prison,

there's a fine line between having a friend and getting laid.

A fine line that gets broken. It's perfectly fine.

You haven't been the same since what happened in the forest.

You're changing, Maca.

For the better.

Let's get some sun in the yard, blondie. Come on.

Okay. Suit yourself, Snow White.

What the fuck are you whispering about? What are you looking for?

Are you crazy? What the fuck are you doing?

I'm not leaving.

What?

I'm not leaving you in the middle of the forest

with the crazy Muslim and his gun.

The Egyptian's gun was a Glock, wasn't it?

I think so. A Glock 37.

Then he's emptied the magazine.

He's out of bullets. Get the fuck out of here!

You're assuming he hasn't reloaded. You could pass out, anything could happen.

And they'll never find you, dickhead. I'm staying.

Fabio. Let's go to the road and ask for help, please.

Don't be a stubborn fuck.

Your lady can't see and you're to blame.

For your fucking decisions.

Now, you'll leave her widowed.

Will you shut the fuck up?

I'll shut up whenever I want. You have to leave, got it?

You son of a bitch!

Shut up, both of you! Shut up!

You're going to bleed to death.

Block the exit wound, too.

How do I do that?

Stick your little finger in. Real hard. Until he groans.

Ready. Ready.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Relax. Relax.

That's it. Relax. Relax, relax, relax.

It's Carolina.

Uncle?

Hi, it's Maca. How are you?

Tell him I don't mind taking a lot of hours.

-Great. Listen, I don't have much time. -And...

Tell him about the blowjob.

I'm calling to ask you for a favor.

It's for a friend who... Well, she needs a job.

Yes. A friend from in here. She needs a job to get her day release.

I was thinking maybe you could put her on one of the toll roads.

Yes. A girl from in here, yes.

No...

Uncle...

No, she stole a car, but it was a long time ago.

She's finished with all that now. You can trust her, look...

Yes, I promise.

Sure, talk to the governor. Okay.

Great. Thank you very much.

Okay. Hugs! Bye.

My uncle says he wants to give you the job,

but you have to have an interview. It's company policy. Okay?

Okay.

All right then. Great!

Fabio.

Hello? Fabio, can you hear me?

Yes, darling. Listen, I can't talk now.

I'll call you when I can.

Okay, sorry. I love you.

Love you, too.

Can't you tell her the fucking truth for once?

What the fuck do you want me to tell her, dickhead?

That I'm bleeding to death from a bullet wound?

Relax.

You promised her you wouldn't get involved in this shit ever again.

You owe it to her.

You owe it to her to go home.

I also promised her I would love her forever.

And I don't anymore.

But you're right,

I owe it to her.

Help me.

Wait. Wait.

Grab this.

Fabio.

Fabio.

Fabio.

Fabio, no! Fabio!

Get help at the road. Quickly!

Run! Hurry!

If you don't hurry, he'll die.

Run!

All right.

Please give a round of applause for...

a colleague.

One who's shown that we're a family at Cruz del Sur.

Where we don't just have some of the finest professionals...

we have heroes, too.

-How's the wound looking? -Hit me. Hit me hard.

-I'm not going to... -Come on, do it.

Fabio, don't be stupid.

I missed you.

Me, too. The nurses are worse than the prisoners.

I'm sure they are.

-Hello, Carolina. -Hello, how are you?

Fabio.

You had us all worried sick.

-Is this your wife? -Yes. Carolina, this is Miranda.

-Hello. -A pleasure.

Likewise.

Darling, the taxi's outside.

Fabio, I'm very proud of you.

Very proud.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Come on, for Christ's sake.

Fuck!

Mom, don't go. Don't hang up!

For God's sake, let me speak for a second!

Fine.

What do you want? For me to get married?

-I'll get married. -You will?

Yes, whenever you like. Tomorrow, if you want.

Okay.

Okay?

Okay. And Mom...

All right, everyone, that's all. Back to work.

Fabio. Welcome back.

-Thank you. -Come on, back to work.

-I'm sick of doing both our jobs. -Shameless.

-How is she? -Who?

Macarena.

-Ferreiro, how is she? -Good!

She's happy about the baby and integrating better every day.

-If you know what I mean. -Integrating better?

Do I have to spell it out?

She spends all day with Curly.

One, one.

I thought she was straight,

but in here you never know whether they like meat or fish,

or what their deal is.

Stay there.

Fucking hell.

The number you are calling is switched off or out of range.

The number you are calling is switched off or out of range.

The number you are calling is switched off or...

Macarena wants the three of us to go to the next visit.

She has something important to say.

-Did she say what? -No.

What if it's bad?

Don't assume the worst, Encarna. It could be anything.

What should I think? Do you know what it is?

The prosecutor says she's guilty. They'll have proof. What do we know?

Macarena is still awaiting trial. Nobody has convicted her of anything.

-Macarena is innocent, Encarna. -And how do you know?

I went to see Simón.

I had him at gunpoint. He told me everything.

He tricked Macarena, and ripped her off. It was him.

-Calm down. -You had a man at gunpoint?

Mom...

Leopoldo, are you insane? You'll be the end of us all.

It was the only way to find out the truth.

You'll end up in jail, and my life will be even worse.

I went to the doctor because I couldn't even get out of bed!

I'm sorry, but my head hurts. Excuse me.

I'm going to try and sleep.

-Do you want me to stay with you? -No. Go and see the lawyer.

That's more important.

I never worry.

You need to look relaxed in the interview.

Don't sit on the edge of the seat. Don't slouch.

It will come across as disrespectful.

-Okay. -Understand?

-What does "slouch" mean? -Sitting like this...

with your legs apart.

That's how I always sit, flaunting my pussy.

Right. My uncle is going to love your honesty.

What if he asks why I'm in prison?

Well, best to...

It doesn't matter. Come on, fold it.

-No, let's think. -No, it doesn't matter.

Your uncle will never trust me.

Who would trust a thief with money?

Nobody. No one.

That's not fair. People can change.

Or not. What if I can't stop myself

-and I steal the money? -What do you mean?

What if I think it seems great to have a job,

but then I lose it and steal everything from the till?

You're not a thief.

-I'm in prison. I'm... -Curly,

you're not a thief. You're a great girl.

I would trust you with my money. Listen. I'd also trust you with my child.

Curly, they attacked you the first day I got here.

They beat you up because you helped me. You barely knew me.

Whenever I've been down, you've been there

to help me, to tell me it's just like being on vacation.

And you know what?

Ultimately, at times...

there have been moments,

when I've forgotten I'm in prison.

Thanks to you.

That's who you are.

Anyone who spends more than five minutes with you

is going to see that, too.

It's a real shame you're not a dyke, blondie.

They tell me you've got two belly buttons.

Bonehead.

Use your fucking head.

Use your fucking head.

-You bitch! -Shut up!

Do you know what I am, above a lesbian?

A Gypsy.

Gypsies are not lesbians or anything else. We're Gypsies. That's it.

Who do you think you are, humiliating my parents like that?

-I've done you a huge favor. -What?

My parents won't talk to me now.

I told them who you are.

It's not your problem if they don't accept it.

Anything goes when you accept it. Even being a murderer.

You always seemed so rebellious.

But it turns out you're just their puppet.

What a shame.

If you don't respect yourself, you'll end up like her.

You fucking Muslim bitch.

My parents are entitled to control my life, but not you.

No way.

-Are you threatening me? -I'm telling you to watch out

because if I lose my family because of you,

you won't leave here alive, no matter how rich your boyfriend may be.

Or should I say ex-boyfriend?

I find that amusing because I'm having a good day.

But don't ever talk to me like that again.

Ever.

How's the gut? Sore?

No. It sometimes stings a bit, but there's almost no pain.

-Are you still... -Yes.

I'm still pregnant.

It's a boy.

God knows what I'm going to do with a boy.

You men are strange.

Wait.

Apparently...

you and Curly spend a lot of time together.

Yes. She's my friend, and a good one at that.

You shouldn't trust her.

I don't...

I don't understand.

I mean...

this prison holds murderers and drug dealers.

Around here, stealing a car is no big deal.

Curly helped the police.

She bugged your cell with microphones.

That's why Castillo took you to the forest.

No.

-That can't be true. -Curly is a troubled girl.

How else could she earn day release?

I'm sorry to have to tell you this.

But the truth is, I owe you.

That's the real reason I came here.

To thank you for everything you did for me.

If it weren't for you, I'd probably be dead.

I probably would be, too.

Tell me something.

Why did you shoot?

I already told the police.

I was scared, I ran, and it went off by accident.

I know that's what you told the police,

but I don't buy it.

That's what happened.

Don't move!

You're Macarena, aren't you?

Where's the money?

It's just over a mile that way.

Turn around and start walking. You're coming with me.

No.

Don't move.

-I know you're out of bullets. -Are you sure?

You're coming with me.

Tell me where the money is, and then I'll take you back to prison.

-No. -I want you to give Zulema a message.

Don't move. Don't move. Don't...

I swear I'll shoot.

Tahiri nafsek.

Repeat.

"Tahiri navsuki."

Tahiri nafsek.

"Tahiri nafsek."

Good. Now, give me the gun.

No.

Give it.

No. No.

Zulema.

I've got a message for you.

Yeah? From who?

Hanbal, the Egyptian.

What's the message?

Tahiri nafsek.

Tahiri nafsek.

-Where did you see him, bitch? -I have nothing else to tell you.

-Where? -In the forest.

Why the wait?

I don't know.

Did you shoot him?

You did, didn't you?

No, no, no!

Look at me.

If you're lying to me...

If you hurt him...

I'll cut you open...

take your baby, and flush it away.

Give me the gun.

I swear I'll shoot.

Give it.

Stop!

Sandoval, I need to be moved to the maternity block. Please.

Yes, the governor told me.

What? You wanted to avoid me?

Yes. But now I'm here talking to you.

I'm scared for this child. I won't let anything bad happen to it.

I understand, of course. How could I not sympathize with your situation?

The problem is, Maca, that you're not the only one pregnant here.

There are girls further along than you.

And who have done more to deserve it.

You know what I like most about you?

You're much stronger than you look.

I don't think you'll be needing that.

I swear, I'm trying to be obedient.

I need to get into that block.

But there's something...

deep inside of me...

making me want to clench my teeth.

To bite down hard.

I'm not sure I can stop myself.

Welcome back to cell block 2.

Your transfer to the maternity block will have to wait for...

a more suitable moment.

Good luck.

TOYS

They've canceled the interview. They're not coming.

I'm sorry.

Dad, your food's ready.

The Egyptian broke into our house.

-Are you sure? -He's taken the money.

The money your mother got from her family.

And the map, the photos. That bastard knows everything.

No! This can't be happening!

We can't pay bail.

No bail money, no money in the forest, we've got absolutely nothing.

We can't leave Maca in there, Dad.

They're harassing her.

There's a prison officer asking her to suck him off.

How the fuck do we get her out of there?

What are you doing?

Dad.

Where are you going?

-To get the money. -What if he's there?

He killed a police officer.

Dad.

You whore.

Turn around.

I thought you were my friend, but you're a fucking whore.

Why did you tell your uncle not to employ me?

I thought you were my friend, but I don't want a friend anymore.

Not one who records me, and sells me out to the police.

They almost killed me because of you.

You did it because of that?

What would you have done?

If they said they'd get you out of prison, wouldn't you?

Wouldn't you? Of course you'd do it.

We aren't as different as you think.

"No, I shouldn't be here. It's all a big mistake."

But where's the mistake?

You committed fraud. You stole.

For a man or for whatever fucking reason.

You did it, Maca.

So you're no better than any bitch in here.

-It's empty. -There are bullets in the glove box.

You look like shit. What's wrong with you?

I've been thinking.

About you and me.

About our chat in the laundry room.

I wasn't honest.

There's something I didn't tell you.

I guess...

I was lying to myself.

I shot at your boyfriend in the forest.

I shot...

to kill. And I missed.

I'm not a murderer...

but I could be.

Now you want to be bad, don't you?

Don't you want to know why I did it?

It wasn't because of you...

or the money.

It was for my child.

So, the next time you threaten to harm him,

think about this.

I can be like you.

Like me? No.

I've never had anything to lose.

If anything happens to this child,

I swear... I swear to God, you'll never leave prison.

Over there. To the right.

ON THE NEXT EPISODE

What are you doing? Write this down.

Six hand rifles.

Two pistols. Five grenades. And I'll bring the car.

Tell me how much and I'll do the rest.

In my office.

Subtitle translation by Arturo Fernández