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Zulema!

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

I'll get you!

We're out, for Christ's sake!

We're on the fucking outside!

The fence!

Come on!

Up!

Come on!

Let's go!

Here it is.

Let's go!

I'm not coming.

When I'm safe, do whatever you like. Now get in the fucking car!

Get in!

Come on.

Good.

- Take off that shit now! - Come on, undress!

Take off your clothes, come on! Let's dress like girls.

Take it off.

Come on.

Blondie, come on!

Come on.

For fuck's sake!

- Hey! - Get her!

Fucking bitch! Come on! Start the car!

Macarena!

Stop!

She's dead.

What a pity.

You killed her.

All you had to do was wait 30, 40, 50 minutes, and then leave.

Now you're screwed. Look.

- Look. - Come on, let's move!

You decide. Are you coming or staying?

You have five seconds.

- Tick-tock. Tick-tock. - Come on!

Tick-tock...

Hi, honey.

I'm here.

It's okay. It's all over.

You were assaulted, and you lost a lot of blood.

That's why you're here.

But don't worry.

Don't worry, everything's fine.

Everything's fine.

I missed you so much.

Well, it looks like you're fully awake.

I'm glad to see that there are parts of you

unharmed by the beating.

I want a separation.

Send patrols to highways A-4, A-5 and A-6.

I want extensive surveillance in airports, train and bus stations.

I want to see the fugitives' photos everywhere.

I want their faces on tonight's news. Martínez, call the judge.

Ask for a warrant to tap their families' phones.

Castillo.

The car used in the escape has been found abandoned in an open field

- off Badajoz Road at milepost 53. - Okay.

Activate all cameras on the A-5 like it's Big Brother.

Come on, move!

Motherfuckers.

This way, please.

God knows where the hell they are now.

Let's go.

If any of you start acting like a moron,

I'll spray you with gasoline and set you on fire.

Is that clear?

Relax, bitch.

None of us want to go back to prison.

Right.

Hey.

- Buy me some candy. - I heard you.

Where the fuck are you going? Didn't you hear Zulema?

I've needed to pee for hours, and I'm not going to wait any longer.

- So, I'm going to the bathroom. - You're a pain in the ass.

Do what you want, but don't make me come looking for you.

Or are you going to break my neck, too?

Murderer.

Let's see...

I have a mind like a sieve.

I know you don't accept €500 bills, but I've left my credit cards at home.

This is all I've got.

Very good. And...

Keep the change.

Goodbye.

What the hell are we doing here?

I don't know.

Do they know anything?

I don't think so.

- Where's blondie? - In the bathroom.

Dumb bitch.

What's wrong?

Come on.

Come on, please.

Who is it?

Come on, Dad, please. Pick up, please.

Answer it.

Hello?

Hello?

What?

Are you coming to pee with me, too?

To pee and to poop.

- Come on. - I'm coming.

We're wasting our time.

- What's going on? - Mom, calm down.

She didn't show up in court. Neither did you.

- What's going on? - Calm down.

I must have called you 15 times, and you never picked up. Where were you?

We had to...

- We killed the Egyptian. - Please!

This isn't the place to discuss this.

Can they tie you to it?

Don't worry, Mom.

No one will look for that bastard.

And they're not going to find him where we buried him.

Thank you, God.

Thank you, God.

Thank you, God.

Excuse me.

I've asked you here to update you on the events of the last few hours.

Your daughter has escaped from prison with four other inmates.

The escape was led by Zulema.

They escaped through a tunnel, like in the fucking movies.

It doesn't make any sense.

Macarena was going to meet the judge. Her case was going to be revised.

My guess is she won't be released. Watch this.

We just received this tape from a security camera three hours ago.

During the escape, Macarena had a fight with one of the inmates,

and she killed her.

I'm sorry.

- How much is three days? - In hours?

Twenty-four times three...

- Seventy-two. - Seventy-two, yes.

How long until they're back?

I bet you this seafood I have here that they're back in 48 hours.

You're such a pig. It's already taken.

Forty-seven then.

You girls underestimate Zulema.

No one digs a hole for five months for a few hours of freedom.

I don't underestimate the cops.

They've caught my husband and brother-in-law 20 times.

It's true, isn't it?

But your brother-in-law doesn't have nine million in his van, Antonia.

Don't underestimate Gypsy's power.

- True that. - Listen.

I say they're never found, and the bank will keep everything.

I say they don't make it 23 hours.

They'll be back before the day is up.

Do you want to bet? But don't do it with your heart, zebra.

It's not wise to mix business and cunnilingus.

Come on, no one escapes when they're about to be released.

So Macarena will be back.

All right, drama queen. Okay.

Let's bet on something else.

How will Sole come out of the operating room?

I say in a body bag!

You're an asshole, Anabel.

- Governor, the workers are here. - Take them to the laundry room.

Tell them to fill in that damn hole at once.

Do you know what you have in your cells, Ms. Aguirre?

Scum.

To put it bluntly, they're bitches.

Do you think that scum like poetry?

So far this year, you've spent €5,300 on books.

Camilo José Cela didn't even spend that much on his damn library.

It's the only investment we've made.

That and the gym remodeling.

I do think they need to read, being inside these walls for so long.

The walls where they dig holes to escape?

Relax, they don't bite.

- Are your panties clean? - What?

- Look who's coming. - What a body!

Hey, sexy!

My, my.

- Excuse me. Are you a climber? - No, ma'am.

No? Look, you're welcome to start training on these.

What are you doing? Get back!

Let him touch me.

- I'm going to drain him out! - Antonia!

Tell me.

What should I tell the investor group I represent?

In your prison, they kill each other and escape, but they read poetry.

Do you know why the private prison model works in developed countries?

Because management is efficient...

Because no civil servant can slap a bitch.

Or put her in a hole and beat her until she behaves.

I'd let you mess up my hair

- with your tool, sexy! - Vila Roig.

Unless you're afraid of the jungle she has down there.

In my opinion, the mistakes...

The mistake was to let a Sunday school teacher run

what she thought was a Boy Scouts camp.

That doesn't make you incompetent, Ms. Aguirre.

- It makes you incredibly stupid. - Excuse me!

Excuse me. With your permission, I'd like to say a couple of things.

First, I demand respect and good manners.

Otherwise, there's no difference between what you say and that "scum."

Second: as a member of the managing committee,

I take responsibility for having vetoed all the harshest...

and most restrictive measures proposed by Ms. Aguirre.

I'm the one who's been trying to rehabilitate them

through trust and therapy.

The only thing you can reproach Miranda for...

is having listened to me.

- Nothing else. - Very well.

You are dismissed from the managing committee.

As for you, Miranda,

you have a month to take new measures.

I advise you to choose a team with enough balls to deal with this.

- The food! - What the hell is going on here?

Huh, Palacios?

You see some guy and you get wet like whores in heat?

Do you want me to take out my tool and kick your asses?

- Here goes Madelman again. - Hey.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

You're disgusting.

What's wrong, chocolate?

You laugh with these bitches, but you don't like being the target?

- I'm asking you a question! - Let's all calm down!

Come on! Move your asses! The party's over.

What the hell is wrong with you?

They're all nuts.

We've been a step behind the fugitives the whole time.

They've changed cars at least four times.

They entered Portugal at 6:45 p.m. Highway surveillance caught them on video.

There is security footage of them two hours later

at the port in Peniche, north of Lisbon.

The Egyptian doesn't seem to be with them.

If he was the one who planned the escape, why didn't he pick them up?

Why didn't Karim the Syrian show up either?

According to Interpol, he hasn't returned to France.

More importantly...

where the hell is he now?

Hanbal?

RECENT CALLS

CALLING

Cruz del Sur Prison. How can I help you?

This is the picture from the port.

It's the last lead we have.

They took to the sea in a Zodiac boat, probably to reach international waters.

What's their plan once they get there?

- Go somewhere with no extradition treaty. - Exactly.

They could be picked up by a freighter or a dinghy.

Right now, they could be in Guyana, the Caribbean or the Middle East.

It's a big world.

I'm too old to keep on playing with that bitch.

Let's hope they make a mistake.

Come on, everyone. Keep on working.

Our transport should already be here.

They left Libya two days ago.

They made their last contact from Aïn Salah, Algeria.

Relax, there must have been some mishap, but they'll come.

I want them here now. Or send another convoy.

It's the least you can do for what I'm paying you.

Is something wrong, Zulema?

Nothing.

We're tourists now.

Four friends having a blast before they come get us.

That's awesome, huh?

A couple of joints, some beer...

I'm not thinking about sex.

When are they coming for us?

No one is to go any further than 150 feet.

That means you can't go to the village, talk to anyone or use the phone.

If any of you make a mistake, you're dead. Is that clear?

Perfectly.

Enjoy your vacation.

I sold out the love of my life.

I sold out the love of my life.

When you sell out the love of your life in order to be free,

you realize you're swimming in a puddle of mud.

And you sink...

slowly.

Slowly.

It sounds harsh.

But so was Nagasaki. 40,000 dead in seconds?

Prison kills you slowly, day by day.

Do you know why? Because here, all time is dead time.

All of it.

I'm coming, bitches!

Hey, blondie!

What's wrong? Come into the water!

- Come on, blondie! - Do you need floaties or what?

- Come on, pussy! - Let's go, blondie!

Sorry I couldn't get here earlier.

- How are you? - Alive.

- Have you been discharged? - No.

I'm under observation.

- Can you drink beer? - No.

This is what I can have.

Corticoids, anti-inflammatories, anti-my-ass every eight hours.

If I don't feel dizzy or have any blackouts in 48 hours,

then I'll be fine.

Why didn't you stay at the hospital?

I told my wife I wanted a separation, so it wasn't the best place to stay.

- Hey, can I have a ticket? - Sure, which one would you prefer?

You choose. If I win, I'll buy some cupcakes.

It's too much pressure.

- Number nine. - All right.

I guess I'll have a beer, too.

- But a small one, please. - Sure.

You've just left your wife and gotten out of hospital,

but you look okay.

- You look happy. - I am.

I want to come back to Cruz del Sur.

I'll be discharged in two days, but I have nothing better to do.

Of course.

Thanks.

What's wrong?

I'm hanging on by a thread, Fabio.

The escape has put me in a difficult position.

The board ripped me to shreds.

Do you know what I thought while I was being crucified?

What a bastard you are.

All the times you talked about free movement, the summer camp...

My management has been awful.

Come on. Look on the bright side.

- Now they play the piano, read poetry... - Yeah.

From now on, things are gonna change.

I'm going to listen to the people

I should have been listening to from the beginning.

Carlos.

Thank you. No, no, I mean it.

Please.

What you did was very generous.

But very unfair.

Miranda, I was sick of the managing committee.

The directives, the paperwork... Enough.

Now I'll have more time to look out the window. I enjoy that.

What should I do?

What would you do if you were me?

I'd toughen up the security protocols.

All of them.

Free movement is over, Miranda.

You're right.

These women have to understand the seriousness of an escape or a fight.

All of them.

Cell block 2 ready for lockdown.

What are you doing?

Why are you locking us up now?

What's going on, you bastards?

Shut up!

Shut up!

Night walks are over.

From now on, and until toilets are installed in your cells,

those of you who want to take a piss will just have to squat.

We should restrict all of their liberties and privileges.

- We should establish a curfew. - Exactly.

And forbid all outside communication until further notice.

Increase security, more cameras, more searches...

Yes.

Do you know what could be really effective

in knowing what's really going on down there?

Getting some eyes and ears among the inmates.

We can pick those inmates who are natural leaders,

and give them some power.

- Good. - We can call them sentinels.

I love that. Do you know what I'd do?

I'd pick those who are mostly ignored to be sentinels.

Those who have always been neglected.

They could serve as watchdogs.

Trustworthy and unyielding.

The armbands I just gave you make you my sentinels.

We need a head of security.

- Yes. - Fabio.

He's a solid person.

What do you think?

Fabio is perfect.

But...

You know exactly why I'm hesitating.

Fabio is difficult to handle and control.

You don't need someone who flies solo or undermines your authority.

No.

You need someone who executes, who doesn't think.

I'm the new head of security of Cruz del Sur.

That means I won't allow any more bullshit.

The most effective way to instill fear is to give a monkey two guns.

You have the authority and responsibility to ensure that rules are enforced.

Understood?

But what if they ignore us? There are lots of bitches here.

You don't know who he's going to shoot, nor why or when.

As sentinels, you'll get special benefits.

But you'll also be used as an example to others if you fail.

And do you know why?

Because it's a monkey.

A monkey doesn't think.

I don't want to be a sentinel.

Shut your mouth. I didn't ask for your opinion.

Starting today, each area will be watched over by a sentinel

who will answer for everyone.

Fear is the only form of control, Miranda.

Hey!

The only form of control.

Who would have thought I'd ever go on vacation with you?

Explain this to me.

Why did you come to the laundry room?

Because Curly kissed me and my shirt had a lipstick stain.

Curly's a bitch.

- That was low. - Why?

- She didn't mean to. - Right.

Curly knew that we were leaving. I went to her to say goodbye.

I think she did it on purpose.

You're totally twisted.

That doesn't make any sense.

But that's no surprise coming from you.

- We'll see. - What?

- Yes, we'll see. - What's there to see?

You were going to be released, right?

- Yes. - Right.

Were you going to wait for Curly on the outside

as if she was the love of your life?

Maybe I would have.

A classy girl like you?

You're not even a dyke.

No way.

I know it, Curly knows it, people in China know it.

That's why Curly sent you to us.

That way you'd be more likely to go back to prison.

So you could be together.

Come on, don't be like that.

It's all right. Your ship has sailed, that's all.

If you miss the fish you were eating, I have a clam for you right here.

Just out of the sea, very fresh.

Someone's coming.

Cover your breasts.

Sit down, please.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

I've gathered you to explain the new measures we'll be taking,

such as the appointment of Valbuena as head of security.

I'd like to hear your suggestions to improve inmate discipline.

I have an opinion.

But I'd like to communicate it in private because it concerns a colleague.

Valbuena, to be precise.

You can say what you want, no problem.

- In fact, I appreciate your honesty. - All right.

I don't think Valbuena is the right choice for head of security.

I'd like to know why you think that.

Why?

Because he has no authority, he only knows how to use force.

He's mediocre and has an inferiority complex,

and he's not the brightest person.

What an outburst.

What is it? Do you want the job?

No. But anyone could do better.

Okay. Since Fabio is nominating himself, I also have an opinion about him.

How can a guy who doesn't follow the rules be named head of security?

- Who has sex with inmates. - Excuse me?

Valbuena, that's a very serious accusation that you'll need to prove.

All right.

- Beer? - No.

- They're on me. - Beer?

- Yes. - No, thanks.

- Italian or Spanish? - No, no. Gypsy.

- You know what a Gypsy is? - Nice. Yes, a beautiful Gypsy.

Yes.

Cheli, I love you

Saray.

Cheli, I adore you

Saray, stop.

I'm going to introduce you. Casper. Mustafá, just do your bit.

- Saray. - For the beer.

- What are you doing? - Talk to her.

Cover your breasts.

Please.

You, too. Put it on.

Are you her boss or what?

Go away.

If you're horny, go and jerk off.

Fuck.

God.

Can you explain this, Fabio?

Miranda, please.

I knew there was surveillance.

That's what I'm telling her when she looks towards the camera.

What kind of a person are you?

Do you or don't you have a relationship with Macarena Ferreiro?

I want an answer.

The answer is no.

Watch out, because those inmates must have received help from an employee.

If you have a relationship with one of them,

the odds are against you, man.

Who's the bright one now?

- Why don't you go fuck off? - Fabio, shut up.

- I'll have to take disciplinary action! - Miranda.

Gentlemen,

we have all made mistakes in one way or another.

But it's time to move on.

If we keep fiddling with our shit from the past,

we're not going to achieve anything.

I propose burying these mistakes once and for all,

and leaving them there forever.

Mistakes like my own abuse of authority.

Like my own negligence.

Or my false diagnoses.

Otherwise, we're not going to be in control of this prison, believe me.

All right.

This piece of shit isn't working.

What do you need?

I need a phone card. Mine's used up.

For €40, I'll give you a brand-new one.

- Come on, it's for a friend. - I don't care if it's for Lady Di.

- The dead pay, too. - I'll give you 20.

Thirty.

And if she's dead, I auction off the bed, not you.

- You bitch. - Fine. Here's 30.

So, let me know, then.

Okay.

All right.

Hello. Cardiology, please.

Hello, I'm calling about a patient.

- Soledad Núñez. - Yes.

- Yes, I'm a relative. - Good.

I know you can't give out information over the phone,

but I'm her daughter.

All right, can you just tell me if the transplant went okay?

- All right, but... - I shit on your family's graves...

Hello?

- They hung up, Antonia. - Fuck.

At least I got that off my chest.

Besides, they won't tell you anything.

Tere, call your sister and ask her to stop by the hospital.

My sister's back on heroin.

- What? - And coke.

And speed.

- But she can walk, can't she? - She's like a zombie.

I'm calling the hospital again.

Hey, I was talking to my mom!

What the hell are you doing? I'm making a call.

We're not doing anything wrong. They're her cards. I'm watching.

Communication with the outside is forbidden until further notice.

- Where does it say that? - It's the new security rules.

So you can forget about the old rules.

From now on, to call outside...

inmates will have to make a request in writing,

stating the reason for the call, and always in the presence of an officer.

All privileges must be rescinded, and concessions, too.

When they lose everything, they'll be happy with scraps.

I'll comply with your new rules in five minutes.

Better yet, in one. Because right now,

I'm calling to see if Sole's had her transplant.

It's for Sole, Valbuena.

Put the phone down.

Put me through to Cardiology, please.

These are low-voltage electroshock weapons.

Highly effective for reducing all forms of aggression.

You will carry them on you as a deterrent.

They must only be used in the most violent of situations.

Don't they teach you to read in the jungle? What does this say?

"Head of security."

Put the phone down.

- Put the fucking phone down. - Come on, Curly.

Or do you want a shock?

- Curly, come on. - Do it.

- Put the phone down. - Come on, Curly.

Stop pissing me off and put the fucking phone down.

Put it down, girl.

No shocks, please, Valbuena. It'll make my hair go frizzy.

I love it when you fight back.

But that's two strikes, so watch it.

Come on.

Crazy girl.

They've found the convoy that was supposed to pick you up in the desert.

Their left hands had been cut off.

They bled to death.

Traitors have their left hand cut off. Do you know who it could have been?

I need you to set up another convoy right now.

No, I'm resigning. I value my hands.

May Allah protect you.

- Karim? - Do you think you could come here,

and look down on us as if we were your servants?

I'm going to show you who's in charge here.

Don't move, or I'll cut your throat.

The party's over. Let her go.

Let her go, or I'll shoot you.

Now stand up slowly.

Drop that.

Drop it!

Kill him.

Kill him.

Leave.

What the fuck are you doing? Give me that!

Why the hell didn't you shoot?

- You should be thanking me. - Thanking you for what?

For letting that son of a bitch live?

What would we have done with his body? Leave it in a hammock to get a tan?

Don't touch my stuff again.

- Hello, Estefanía. - Hello.

They've stopped us from contacting the outside.

Because of the escape.

So I suppose, if they're letting us talk, they must be recording us.

Hello, Inspector Gadget. Hi, there.

Estefanía.

I'm here because of Macarena. I understand you're her best friend.

Well...

Do you sleep with your best friends?

- Okay, then her girlfriend. - Her girlfriend.

I have no problem with that.

Okay.

In fact...

I'm glad Macarena has someone in here.

- Estefanía. - Curly.

Curly.

I need you to tell me what you know about the escape.

Why did Maca go just when she was up for release?

I think it was just bad luck.

I think she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

She was really happy.

So I imagine that they forced her.

Okay, Inspector?

Macarena didn't want to escape.

Listen.

My phones are being tapped. As are my family's.

She won't call us, but she may call you.

If she calls you or contacts you in any way,

you must convince her to turn herself in.

It can still be sorted out.

Of course it can be sorted out.

- If she calls, I'll tell her, okay? - Thank you.

Leopoldo, will you go to La Paz Hospital, please?

Ask about a patient called Soledad Núñez.

She had a heart transplant, and we're waiting to hear how she is.

I'm in a very tricky situation. I don't think I can go.

Yes, you can.

Then call me.

I'll see what I can do.

All right.

If she does come back...

- take good care of my daughter. - Consider it done.

And if we ever get out of here,

and we go on vacation as a family,

like to a beach or something...

I'm telling you now that I'll be sleeping with your daughter, okay?

No matter what anyone thinks.

Take care, Curly.

You, too.

Has anything happened? When you said things could be sorted out,

you meant the escape, didn't you?

Come on, father-in-law. Don't leave me hanging.

Of course I meant the escape.

We may never be rid of the pain,

but the fight is over, sister.

I won't ask you to avenge your nephew because I know what you'll do.

You'll chase down and kill whoever betrayed him.

Until they're all dead.

I'm a mother of seven.

If someone betrayed us, we'd have to fight back.

For them, and for our honor.

That much is true.

I'm asking you to bring back my son's body.

Find him...

and bring him home.

So that he can rest in peace.

I'll bring him back, and we'll bury him and pray for his soul.

Come on, Fabio.

They questioned me for three hours about relationships

between a prison officer and any of the fugitives.

What could I do? Lie to the police?

You did what you had to do. Everything's fine.

Why did you leave Carolina?

Because she was screwing the gas man.

Shit.

At least that would be a good excuse to leave her

without you questioning me like I was a child.

For God's sake. I've been thinking about it for 11 months.

So I did what I had to do. The love is gone, simple as that.

- The love? - Yes, the love, and?

She's blind.

And you're her partner in life.

So you'd better find a way to get the love back.

Yes.

I have a call for Fabio. It's his wife.

Put her through.

Your wife.

- Carolina. - Fabio, it's Macarena.

Fabio, you're alive!

My God, I didn't think you'd come out of this alive.

- How are you? - Fine. What is it?

Sorry, I didn't know who to call. My family's phones aren't safe.

You were right to call me. It's not a problem.

I'm not in Spain.

I didn't want to escape, Fabio, but they didn't leave me any choice.

I tried to return, but it was impossible.

I know. Don't worry.

That girl was chasing me.

I don't even know her name.

I don't know how it happened. She got hurt.

I saw her fall to the ground bleeding. We left her there.

I didn't want to hurt her. I didn't mean to kill her.

I swear I didn't mean to kill her.

I don't know if this makes me a murderer, but I swear, I didn't mean to kill her.

I don't know what to do. Tell me.

- I need you to help me. - Just a minute.

This is a private conversation.

Macarena, listen to me carefully.

What the hell are you doing up there?

I was told to clean all this.

Sure. You jungle monkeys never miss a chance to climb, do you?

What kind of twisted Nazi documentary did you escape from?

Who the fuck do you think you are to speak to me like that?

Clean this shit up.

- Come on. - It's already clean.

No.

You've missed something, darkie.

The floor here's covered in piss.

I love it when you fight back.

My father loved horses. He bred them in Huesca.

He taught me that the best mares were the wild ones

because you had to spur them on...

tame them.

But in the end, they gave you the most satisfaction.

Mop the fucking floor, darkie.

Casper? What did you say?

What? I didn't say anything.

Sorry, I thought you were talking to me.

- What's going on? - I don't know.

Casper?

I don't know if I should make a run for it.

I could take a chance while they're asleep.

- No, you can do better than that. - What?

Turn Zulema in. We can try to make a deal with the judge.

Say you killed that girl in self-defense,

or get a reduced sentence. Special prison privileges.

- Do you understand? - But, Fabio, how can I do that?

I'm in no position to negotiate. I've been kidnapped.

I'll do it, Macarena.

Give me your location and I'll take care of it.

Casper.

Casper, open the fucking door or I'll break it down.

- That phone you stole? - I can bury it in the sand

- or throw it in the sea. - No, you can do better than that.

Don't get rid of that phone,

or Zulema will know that you snitched on her.

When I'm back inside, I'll be dead.

Exactly. That's why we need Zulema to find that phone.

So she understands why the police showed up.

There's no way she can connect you to that phone.

Casper, open the fucking door or I'll break it down.

- What's going on? - Casper!

What?

- Who were you talking to? - No one. I was in the shower.

That's not mine.

Zulema, I swear I didn't know the phone was there.

Zulema. Zulema!

Hey. What's going on?

You have five seconds. We're leaving.

- What do you want? - Be quiet.

Antonia, come on! We can't hear anything.

- Girls... - I wish that would happen to me.

What are you up to?

We're trying to watch the soap opera.

This is much better.

No, no. Hey, stop.

You can't do this, not the TV. They'll blame me. Stop.

Tere, tell me something.

Whose side are you on?

We're the good guys. You know that, don't you?

Go on, keep watch.

Shit.

Get ready.

We're nearly there.

Unbelievable.

- Look. - What is this?

Hello, girls. Hi.

Here I am.

I was in surgery for 11 hours.

There were complications,

and they say things got a bit ugly in there.

And I think they're right

because guess who I saw in there. My dear departed husband.

You should have seen him, dark as they come.

You know, I don't know how things work in heaven,

but that surgeon who operated on me here on Earth,

who cut me open like a sow, he seems to have taken good care of me.

Well, he even said I could live for years.

- But first I have to make sure... - Of course, you will.

That my body doesn't reject this new organ.

Then, I have to eat fruit, give up smoking and drinking, and do exercise.

They gotta make sure I'm roadworthy.

You hang in there.

It won't be easy.

I miss you all, girls.

We miss you.

I love you all, and I'll see you soon.

- Gorgeous. - Very soon.

Can you hear my new heart? Boom, boom, boom.

Gorgeous!

Go, Sole!

Silence!

Who the hell put this video on...

without authorization?

Whose phone is this?

Is it yours?

- Or yours? - No.

Teresa. Come here.

Who was it?

You're the sentinel.

Tell me who the hell it was, or you'll take the punishment for her.

It was Curly.

I'm really sorry. It's my job.

They make calls, they sell drugs, they escape, they kill each other,

they send text messages. We're not in control of this prison.

- And we're not going to be. - Well, not overnight.

There's impunity down there, Governor, because there's a total lack of respect.

Really? And why is that?

Why, you ask?

Because there's no fear.

They can't be allowed to do whatever they like

without having to face the consequences.

That's your responsibility, Valbuena.

You're head of security, but it seems nothing has changed.

If you feel we're asking for more than you can deliver,

I'd rather you said so now.

It was my mistake and I'll make it right.

So get on with it!

This is a clear example of what can't be allowed to happen again.

Lock up that inmate and punish her. Do what you need to do!

We won't ask any questions.

Good morning.

Zulema, come here. Have a seat.

Come on. Sit.

If you're armed, please put your weapon on the table.

No sudden movements.

Take it out by the grip with two fingers, so that I can see it. Nice and slow.

Very good. That's it.

Come on!

There's enough money here for all of us. You could do whatever you wanted.

Get those horrible tattoos removed from your legs,

get a gastric balloon...

start a new life on the beach...

Anything you wanted.

In truth, it's no more than I deserve.

After 30 years of chasing assholes...

I've earned it.

Talk to your people and to the Arab police.

Bribery is part of the culture.

Castillo...

We can sort this out here and now.

No one needs to know.

To be honest, it's a tempting offer.

I'd pay not to have to see my wife in a bathing suit.

Even though I adore her.

What am I gonna find in there?

A white woman, 29 years old.

Killed by a shot to the head with an exit wound.

She committed suicide.

Fuck, Zulema! You always do this to me!

This could have been a nice, quiet extradition.

But now, the courts are involved, there's a crime scene... Shit!

For fuck's sake.

Come on, up there and turn around.

Cell block 2 ready for lockdown.

I've been in here for a fucking hour. Why have you locked me up?

It's your lucky day, darkie.

You get the gym all to yourself.

Lay a finger on me and I'll report you to the police,

the judge, the press. I'll fuck up your life.

I'm just taming the mare.

I won't do anything that you won't be begging me for.

You'll be caught on the fucking cameras.

- Yes, there are cameras. - And you're being filmed.

Except that they're off at the moment.

These devices are great.

They don't leave any marks. At worst, you might bite your tongue.

Get the fuck up.

What do you want?

Strip down.

I've got all night.

Will you get undressed, or do you want another shock?

Let's see some moves. I want you to turn me on.

Take off your fucking panties.

Kneel down.

With your ass in the air.

It's time for a little ride. Let's hear you neigh.

Neigh!

Who the fuck was Casper going to call?

It was you.

ON THE NEXT EPISODE

Enough, for fuck's sake!

Subtitle translation by Arturo Fernández