CELL 211
Valuable objects are checked in here.
It avoids stealing among inmates.
They must also turn in cell phones, belts, blades, razors...
Anything the guard considers dangerous is removed.
- Shoelaces too? - Yeah.
You wouldn't believe what they do with shoelaces.
Scary?
Don't worry, you'll get used to it fast.
You'd better. These bastards end up getting out,
but you have to spend your whole fucking life here.
You can see it's in fucking shambles. All they do is patch it up.
We have to wait until they finish the new center.
The yard is obligatory from 9 AM until lunchtime.
They have a blast out there. Playing soccer,
dealing stuff...
They've got it made.
In any case, these are the calmer ones.
We keep the big shots apart.
We call this patio the strip. The only air a DSS ever breathes.
"Designated for Special Surveillance."
Murderers, jail breakers, psychopaths...
The best of every home.
We used to mix them with the others in the cell block,
but they'd go berserk over nothing. They run the show in here.
Many have AIDS and years left to serve, so they don't give a fuck.
Nothing will happen to them if they cut you, so why hold back?
It gives them status with the other inmates.
Julian, this is Juan, the new guy. He starts tomorrow.
Nice to meet you. Why is he here?
He was bored so I'm showing him around.
- Don't scare him too much. - No.
- Bye. - They're artists.
What is it?
Worse than a musket. It'll blow a hole right through you.
A piece of pipe and a spring to fire it.
- Can they get powder? - They can get anything.
If you've got the dough, you can have sushi delivered.
How do they get it in?
Family members
during personal visits,
other stuff we get for them...
To find out what's going on, get in good with one of these boys.
That's how we came across the musket.
A Colombian named Apache gave it to us. You'll meet him.
We let him do his thing
and he tells us what's up.
Listen, Juan.
Never trust any of them.
Never forget where you are,
and look them in the eye. Never let them see you're scared.
In the eye, but watch their hands. They're like magicians.
Nothing here, nothing there... and presto.
A nice little spoon.
- Holy shit! - Damn!
Fuck!
It broke through the net.
- You all right down there? - We're fine!
Just a close shave!
Kid, are you okay?
- What's wrong? - Shit, you're bleeding.
Let's take him to the infirmary.
No, let's take him to cell 211. It's empty.
Why didn't we take him straight to the infirmary?
I don't know.
Who could have imagined what was going to happen?
Hey, Malamadre!
Stroll's over!
Everything okay down there?
We're fine!
Just a close shave!
German, get the doctor.
Juan, stay calm.
Look at me. Juan.
Look at me, kid.
Come on.
Look at me, Juan.
Look at me.
Juan...
Juan, look at me. Don't close your eyes.
Don't close your eyes!
They're taking the block! We have to go!
Juan!
They'll kill us, come on!
We can't leave him!
Come on, let's go!
Please!
- Is the block sealed? - Completely.
Even the security area is locked down.
Did everyone get out?
Except Julian, he was watching the strip.
Okay, we screwed up.
We have to locate Malamadre.
I'll bet anything he's behind this. And he has a hostage.
He has 2.
Where did you come from?
Fucking shitty prison guards!
I'll slit your throats and rip off your balls, you bastards!
Pincho!
Pincho, where's Malamadre?
Downstairs in the shop with Tachuela and Apache.
Watch cell 211 for me. Make sure nobody goes in or out.
Nobody!
His name is Juan Oliver. He's 30 years old, married...
He starts work on the first.
- That's tomorrow. What's he doing here? - He wanted to see how things work.
This will give him an idea.
How could he get left inside?
That's what I'd like to know.
Come on,
let's go. They're waiting for you.
Who?
Fuck you!
Get outside!
Out!
Go on!
Get out there!
Fucking move it!
He's with Pincho and Releches. Trouble.
Those 2 do anything Malamadre says.
Come on, damn it!
And the cameras in the basement?
They've smashed them all.
We have to go in.
We can't. We have to wait for the SWAT team.
And get them killed, like Medina 2 years ago?
We have weapons for emergencies.
They're only for self- defense.
Or that of a co- worker.
I'm sorry, but it's either them
- or us. - What if they take a gun off us?
Armando's right. We have to wait.
Malamadre, here's the guy I told you about.
Where did you come from?
From 211.
That cell was empty.
Not anymore.
Why are you bleeding?
I got roughed up.
So, the guards beat you up your first day.
You must have pissed them off.
Well...
I do my best.
Hear that,
Tachuela?
- He did his best. - They wasted no time.
Besides ball- busting, what are you in for?
First degree homicide.
- How much they give you? - 19 years.
- You're probably innocent. - No.
I killed him and I'd do it again.
I don't buy it.
Why not?
Because you don't look like a killer. You wouldn't hurt a fly.
So you're the prison shrink.
He's pushing his luck.
Though I wouldn't mind spending all day in a white robe handing out valium.
One for you, one for me!
Utrilla probably had a lot of fun with him!
Put it out and strip down.
What?
Take off your clothes.
What for?
Mostly because I fucking said so.
Lose the shirt!
Don't be shy!
Go on!
Cutie pie!
Gorgeous!
He's got nothing on!
Nothing?
Look at that thing!
You're gonna love it here!
Hey, Bubba!
You've got competition!
Turn around, let them see you.
Somebody's gonna get quite a mouthful!
How many have you strangled, Superman?
Okay, that's enough. You've all had a little fun.
Back to your business.
Everybody out.
You'd better watch out. You could win a beauty contest in here with that.
Who would ever undress in front of all these fags?
Apache.
Listen up.
Have your men get rid of the surveillance cameras.
- They've seen enough. - Right.
- Where is my clean underwear? - Did you check the second drawer?
I only see the ones you gave me.
So?
I can't wear these to work.
Why not? You said you loved them.
I do, but they're personal.
So the gentleman wants to dress fancy for his first day of work at the prison.
Don't make fun of me.
I just think it's funny you're worried about your underwear.
I want to make a good impression.
Then don't wear anything.
You should leave a camera.
So they can see you later on, when you want to negotiate.
Cover it up. That way you control what they see and what they don't.
Not bad.
You just earned yourself some underwear.
Get this man
a clean pair of shorts. He can't go around with his balls hanging out.
Give him yours, jerk- off. Move!
I'd leave that one.
Which one...
Calzones?
That one.
It's Juan and he's with Malamadre.
What's he doing?
- Why's he covering the camera? - Clever bastard!
What is it?
He's tricking them. They think he's an inmate.
He's trying to tell us he's fine and he's tricked them.
Okay, let's everybody get this clear.
Nobody outside this room must know that Juan Oliver isn't an inmate.
If word gets out and they hear something, he's fucked.
The SWAT team is here.
I hope this kid's a good liar.
Recognize this bastard?
Look closely.
Is he the son of a bitch who beat you up this morning?
No, it's not him.
How about that, Julian? Today is your lucky day.
You were in for some real punishment.
But I bet you remember Muñeco here.
Muñeco sure remembers you
and your friends.
Went a little far, didn't you?
Look at him. Look at his face,
he's a zombie. He wasn't pretty before,
but now he looks like shit.
Wouldn't you say?
Yes.
Yes, what?
Yes, he looks like shit.
See? You insult him and he doesn't even blink.
How many of you
were in there letting him have it? 4? 5?
You hardly fit in there.
Then 20 days in the hole.
Okay, come on.
No hard feelings.
What's done is done.
We'll just leave you two alone for a little while
so you can talk it over.
Talking about it always helps. Right, Julian?
Be careful.
If something happens to me, you get nothing.
What do you think I'd get for you?
A plate of spaghetti?
They don't give a shit about you.
Don't worry, Julian.
I promise you'll have a great time in the infirmary tonight.
Malamadre's Word.
Let's go.
Hey, Calzones.
How are you at literature?
How did you hear about it?
What did they say?
Relax, if something were up, I'd tell you.
Okay, bye.
Shit. They talked about the prison riot on the radio.
How do these people find out about everything?
Some idiot always tells his family about it.
How easy things look from an office
in Madrid. They've decided to teach them a lesson.
They're afraid they'll riot
once a week, like 10 years ago.
What about Julian and the other guy?
Nobody to negotiate?
They won't negotiate. The order is to go in
as soon as the SWAT team sees an opening.
Then we should warn them about the situation.
What situation?
The inmates in cell block 4.
It's empty. They were moved to other prisons
for remodeling.
Not all of them.
Jon Arteaga. Alias: Potolo. Ex- member of cell in San Sebastian.
Sentenced to 1,200 years in prison for 7 murders
and a thwarted kidnapping attempt.
Antxon Elorza, "the professor. "
Native of Renteria, 112-year-sentence.
Asier Urriticoechea. Alias: Txiqui. 30 years old.
Sentenced to 8 years for throwing a Molotov cocktail,
causing severe burns
to a member of the Basque police...
I'm not accusing anyone.
What I'm saying is the ETA story wasn't us, you understand?
Hey, cut it out!
Trying to comb your way out of here?
What should I do, sit around waiting to get killed?
Nobody's going to get killed.
Hey, knock it off.
Quit speaking Basque. We don't want any secrets.
Gentlemen, everybody out.
Move it!
What's he saying?
That he has 3 hostages better than any guard.
He wants us to know he's calling the shots.
Ernesto Almansa, federal envoy sent to negotiate.
Jose Roca, I'm the warden. We gave them a walkie-talkie
but they still haven't tried to contact us.
Staging all this with the ETA members in the middle...
He's trying to win over his audience.
How long have we complained to anyone who'd listen?
For years! To judges,
the district attorney, newspapers... And what did we get?
Nothing but bullshit! A bunch of crap!
But now, with our friends from the north,
they're going to listen to us.
But for real.
Because this time we've got them by the balls!
By the balls!
This was 10 years ago, in Puerto de Santa Maria.
They should have fried the son of a bitch.
He has nothing to lose. He knows he'll never get out.
So he won't be easy to reason with.
The ETA members were transferred to that cell block yesterday, the same day
they were supposed to leave. This is no coincidence.
- What do you mean? - They must have had
this information. And if they had it, it had to come from somewhere.
This isn't the time to look for those responsible.
We're about to play a game of poker with a murderer.
We'll mark the cards, of course.
I'd like to make sure he won't know my next move beforehand.
Conejo.
Conejo was in the cell next to Malamadre.
Conejo's in the infirmary. He was having cramps.
Let me talk to him. I'll find out who tipped them off.
In this situation, we have no choice but to try.
Utrilla.
The cure better not be worse than the illness.
By the way,
has Juan's wife been notified?
- Hi. - Hi.
One kilo of tomatoes, please.
"Demands."
See that, Tachuela?
Very good.
Did you see his handwriting?
He writes better than my last lawyer, I never understood a word he wrote.
Right, since you can't read...
I read fucking great.
Writing is the problem.
It's like everything, you have to do it every day...
Right, that must be it.
I can tell you're great at it.
You must work in a bank or an office or something.
I was studying to be a civil servant.
What kind? A cop?
Post office.
Right.
And suddenly you kill some fucker
and it all goes to hell.
- All those letters and telegrams... - Come on, Malamadre.
Get to it.
First of all, that supervisor.
What's that fucker's name?
Benigno.
No, Maligno. His name is Maligno.
Get rid of him.
We're sick of him giving his blessing to all the crap they do to us.
You can't keep a man isolated for 20 days straight
in a fucking hole with no light, nobody to talk to...
You're even grateful when they come and beat on you.
At least you can yell at somebody.
Personal visits.
Every 2 weeks, not whenever they feel like it.
They pull the plug on you here
and nobody says a damn thing.
You wanna keep giving it to your wife, don't you?
Or don't you feel like it anymore?
What happened, you catch her with someone and lose your head?
You must have been hot.
Otherwise I can't picture you using a knife.
It wasn't a knife.
And it had nothing to do with my wife.
The doctor.
No more treating people through bars. No wonder
they mistake cancer for diarrhea.
Like Morao.
Guy was screaming all day long his head
was bursting, his head was bursting...
In the end he had a tumor the size of a kiwi.
They took it out after he was already dead.
They found him at your place, cell 211.
Sitting there with his veins open
because nobody gave a fuck.
Morao...
This is Ernesto Almansa, the national envoy sent to negotiate. Who is this?
Felipe Gonzalez.
You know the drill. No bullshit, let's get this over with.
That's what we want. The sooner this is over, the easier for everyone.
Can we speak in person?
You know where to find us.
We should meet in the security zone.
No, no. None of that crap. You wanna talk, come on in.
All right.
But uncover the camera so they can see me from outside.
What, don't you trust us?
Don't worry, you'll be fine. We know what respect means.
Sorry, but without the camera there's no way.
Okay, you want the camera, you got it.
How about in 15 minutes?
Fine by me. I wasn't going anywhere.
Turn it towards the block.
That's Apache. He controls the Colombians.
The other one is Tachuela, Malamadre's right hand.
If he's watching that door, there's a reason.
The hostages must be in there, but we have to confirm it.
What a bastard.
You're head over heels.
She's got you by the balls. What's her name?
Elena. Her name is Elena.
Elena. Is she hot?
I'm just asking, a friend's wife is sacred to me.
She's pregnant. We're having a kid.
Damn, that sucks!
I mean getting put in jail, not having a kid.
We have to be careful.
You sure the new guy can be trusted?
Can anybody?
People we know.
You guys, us...
He only just got here.
He was a dealer.
The guy I killed.
He gave my brother
some bad shit and it did him in.
And you went after him.
That takes guts.
Fucking drugs.
When someone new comes along,
you have to keep an eye on him.
That's why Malamadre is always with him.
He writes good.
That's great.
He can write letters to old ladies for us.
If you want, I can take a little stroll
and have him checked out.
Not a bad idea.
Okay.
It's showtime. Come on.
Okay, Calzones. Frisk the gentleman and let's get to it.
You've heard by now this isn't my first riot,
so let's skip the bullshit, okay?
Fine with me.
They're in the bathroom.
He's clean.
Hey, Daddy!
They couldn't send anybody smaller?
How about it, Calzones? He's like that song.
I married a dwarf for a laugh...
Would you rather talk to somebody else?
I was only joking, little man.
What are your demands?
Give him the paper.
It's all there, in pretty handwriting.
I'll have to talk to the Ministry.
Go ahead, talk to whoever you want.
Keep the list, it's for you.
I have to see the hostages to make sure they're okay.
Sorry, but they're taking a nap and I'm not waking them up.
Don't worry, we're treating them great.
- But... - What did I say?
Didn't we agree no bullshit? Take the list, turn around
and don't come back without something nice to say.
Okay?
Scram.
Hold on a second. I have a couple errands for you.
You like seafood?
We want shrimp for everybody.
Bring sandwiches, fruit and 40 kilos of shrimp.
And 100 grams of coke and another 100 grams of speed, to keep everyone awake.
I can tell by your face we're gonna be here for a while.
I'll see what I can do.
"I'll see what I can do."
You see, Calzones? They always say that. "I'll see what I can do."
They never talk straight, and then people get hurt.
You want someone to get hurt?
Certainly not.
Hey, half- pint.
Before anything, I want this man to talk to his wife.
To his wife?
Yeah, she's pregnant and he's worried.
Do you have to talk to the Ministry for that?
Don't look at me like that. It's what you wanted.
He can come with me and use the phone.
Okay.
But if anything happens to my friend,
we'll let the bulls run loose.
Don't worry, nothing will happen to him.
Let's go.
He's leaving with him. He did it.
Open the door.
Fuck!
- Fuck! - Something happened in the block.
Close the door.
Close the door!
Turn the camera.
We can't lose sight of them.
Do it, damn it!
Go see what the fuck is going on.
Move it!
If this is a trick...
Follow him.
Son of a bitch.
You have my word we're not behind this.
- What's going on? - How should I know?
It's okay!
What are they looking at?
They're looking up. Raise it.
- That stupid Elvis killed Sebas. - So what?
I warned him!
Fucker!
Busting my balls all the time. He asked for it.
That guy looks dead.
Yeah, he's dead.
Is he one of the hostages?
Get him inside! Don't let them see him!
Get him inside, damn it! Get him inside!
Is that him?
It could be.
We have to go in.
Attention all units, we're going in.
What the fuck are they doing?
We have to get them out there!
Malamadre's the only one who gives orders around here!
Who the fuck do you think told me to?
4 and we go in.
4...
- They're coming in! - Put them in front of the camera!
The SWAT team!
3...
- Move! - The SWAT team's coming in!
2...
- 1... - There they are.
The hostages are in the block!
Abort, abort!
Remain calm.
The operation has been aborted.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Remain calm.
They're not coming in!
Let's go! Let's go!
Calzones!
It worked out this time, but act alone again and I'll crush you.
We've received conflicting reports, but the deceased could be
one of the ETA members
being held hostage since this morning. The news has sparked
an immediate reaction in several prisons
where members of the terrorist group are more numerous.
Of course you can quote me. The 3 hostages are alive.
I don't know where you heard that,
but it's completely false.
... the Basque government has expressed concern.
More and more family members
and onlookers have gathered outside the prison to confirm reports
that one inmate has died and several others have been injured.
The only new information we have is an ambulance entered 5 minutes ago
but that's all we know.
You son of a bitch!
You're trying to kill me!
How did Malamadre find out about the members of ETA? Who told him?
Who?
He locked himself in there with him.
- How long ago? - Half an hour, but he's in bad shape.
He wouldn't let me give him anything for the pain.
There's an ambulance waiting outside.
Don't worry, I'll talk to him.
If he goes too far...
Give me something!
I can't take it anymore!
I'm dying!
I don't care if you burst right here!
Tell me or we'll wait until you're pissing rocks!
That's enough, you're going to kill him.
We can hear him outside.
Besides, this is no way
to treat a human being.
What?
It isn't?
Now that you came in playing good cop, it'll be twice as hard
to make him talk.
Twice as hard, you hear me?
Talk, motherfucker!
Talk!
Borrego.
Borrego told him.
The barber?
Yeah.
He hears about everything.
He cuts everybody's hair.
Give him an aspirin, he earned it.
You should know I'm reporting this. I'm sorry,
- but I can't cover it up. - You can't?
Then why didn't you stop me?
I told you to stop.
Did that make you feel better?
Nice having me around when someone has to stand up to these fuckers.
Armando.
A call for you in the warden's office. It's urgent.
Go on, don't keep them waiting.
Elena?
- Yes. - This is Armando,
I work with your husband. Well, we met this morning.
I'm sorry, but Juan can't talk right now. He's in another block.
I just saw the news. They say there's a riot and people have died.
Don't believe the TV, they always exaggerate.
There was trouble, but only in one block and it's completely isolated.
By the way,
Juan said you're pregnant. How far along?
6 months.
Listen, he's not answering his cell phone.
He must have checked it in.
They don't allow cell phones for safety reasons.
Tell her to go home.
Look, I have an idea.
Why don't you go home and when I see Juan I'll tell him to meet you there.
- That you're worried. Okay? - Yeah, okay.
Juan said you're getting the apartment ready. That's great.
Anyway, take care. And don't worry, not every day is like this.
- Talk to you later. - Okay, bye.
Good. Very good.
When she gets home the police will notify her. It's for the best.
See? I was right. They love you guys.
And I thought they'd take the shrimp thing as a joke...
If you want to laugh, go laugh with the txakurras.
Nobody laughs at me.
Relax, we all know you're the big murderer here.
Compared to you, we're all amateurs.
Though you always kill from a distance.
Boom and that's that.
I bet you're pretty courageous.
I have balls enough to gut you right here.
If any one of you lays a finger on us,
kiss your whole family goodbye.
You might be doing me a favor.
My only family is my cousin in La Coruña and he's a fucking prick.
Let's take it easy.
This will be over in a few hours and we can go our own ways.
You fight your war and we'll fight ours.
What if they don't meet your demands?
I don't know.
What would you do if you were me?
Stay with me. You don't have to go in until tomorrow.
I already told you.
I want to make an impression.
Show them someone responsible,
with his home, his wife, his child...
Well, almost.
Well.
Too bad.
- What are you doing? - Me? Nothing.
Weren't you leaving?
Yeah.
But I can go in later.
I don't have to clock in.
PRISON
Fucking Tachuela!
Always the same.
The one from the trial,
when we busted out...
Remember how hot she was?
She was amazing.
She had huge tits, in the middle of the courtroom,
his knife to her throat...
"Oh, no! I'm going to faint!"
And this homo says, "If you faint,
I'll cut you!"
And she says, "No, no, I won't faint!"
I looked over and thought,
"He's feeling her up!"
He was more worried about
feeling her tits than escaping from prison.
Fucking lawyer!
What a son of a bitch.
God damn it.
6 months of vacation we had there.
You had longer,
they didn't catch you for a year.
11 months and 3 days.
Know what I remember most about those 6 months?
Drinking a beer on the beach at La Victoria, in Cadiz.
The place was nothing special.
More crowded than Japan.
But just sitting there,
so relaxed,
with my beer...
and the sea...
- How are things down here? - Fine.
Living it up, Malamadre.
- You've never been better. - That's right.
The shrimp was a great idea.
Here you go.
Eat. I don't want you to go without.
You're kidding, right?
I didn't say talk, I said eat.
Know the joke about the 2 guys from Bilbao who went looking for mushrooms?
No.
One of them says, "Look, Txomin. I found a Rolex."
The other one says, "Are we looking for Rolexes or mushrooms?"
Just like this fucking idiot killing Sebas during the riot.
What's your fucking problem?
You think we set all this up so you could do whatever you fucking wanted?
I should fucking kill you!
You almost screwed this up for everybody, you dumbshit!
That's enough, he got the point.
You think so? He's pretty damn stupid.
Did you get the point or you want dessert?
I got it.
I'm glad.
They're talking about us in English!
It's Juan.
Juan Oliver, you hear me?
Check it out!
Zamora. They're talking in English.
What are they saying?
That they're the first terrorists ever taken hostage in Spain.
You were right, Malamadre. We sure fucked them good!
What are they saying? What?
Apparently they've had riots in other prisons.
Malamadre, I'm gonna take the TV outside.
Break the lock.
Somebody answer, I don't have time for this.
The hostages are in 219,
you hear me? In 219, but I don't know for how long.
They're moving them constantly.
- This is Almansa. - Finally!
Come on.
Be careful,
it's glass!
Be careful!
Over there, in the corner.
Have you talked to Elena?
Did you tell her not to worry, I'm okay?
Yeah, she's fine. She's proud of what you're doing.
What are they saying?
They're talking about all the people killed by ETA.
LIVE FROM ZAMORA
That's my sister! That's Maria, my sister!
That's my sister!
- That's Susi! - Give me the remote.
Something's gonna happen.
People are nervous. Something's gonna happen.
What about the injured people? They won't tell us anything.
This will be a bloodbath if you come in. What are you going to do?
I can't tell you that.
My life is at stake and you can't tell me?
We're not allowed to endanger the ETA members.
That's the agreement with the Basque government.
Let's burn it down!
Where's the walkie?
They're preparing an entry, but only if the ETA members are in danger.
What about me?
Why not just meet their demands and get it over with?
It's not that easy, Juan.
If we give in now, tomorrow this could happen everywhere.
But I'm in here today!
Can't you just give them something
and get me the fuck out of here?
- Well? - It's not there.
Son of a bitch!
If one of these bastards took it, I'll fucking kill him.
Be careful, someone will steal it.
You left it on the table.
Yes?
I'm looking for Juan Oliver.
Who?
Juan Oliver.
- Is he an inmate? - No, he works here.
Actually he starts tomorrow but he came in today.
- I talked to somebody named Armando. - Armando Nieto?
- I don't know his last name. - Hold on a minute.
Who died?
On TV they said somebody got killed!
What's his name?
- We need to know! - Where's my brother?
Malamadre has us all in trouble again.
See if the motherfucker gets us all killed. Son of a bitch!
Who did that to you?
Nobody.
Was it Utrilla?
Yes, it was him.
Would you shut up?
Don't worry, I'm not like him. You can trust me.
I don't think I said anything.
I didn't even remember it was him.
When did I cut Utrilla's hair?
Over 8 days ago.
Almansa.
It was Utrilla.
The barber who cuts their hair also does guards.
He mentioned the transfer of the ETA members and Malamadre heard about it.
Not bad.
Saving himself 10 euros on a haircut has killed 3 people.
3?
2 more deaths in Nanclares de la Oca, a guard and an ETA prisoner.
Emilio Dominguez Arriola
is the name of the guard whose death has been confirmed
in the riots at Nanclares de la Oca.
With 15 years of service, he was transferred here 3 months ago.
As of this moment, ETA- related prisoners have been isolated
in all prisons as a security precaution.
You can't stay here!
You must leave the premises!
Walk in an orderly fashion to the exit.
Hey, an ambulance is leaving!
Have Lorenzo and Matias meet me in the stockroom.
On the double!
Step away from the ambulance!
Fuck!
What the hell are you doing out there?
I don't know what you mean.
People are getting fucking brutalized out there!
The riot police probably had no choice. Don't worry.
Nothing will happen, you have my word.
Your word isn't worth shit!
You better watch out.
Somebody asked me to find out if you could be trusted.
And?
You can't be.
There's plenty weird about you.
Why are you telling me this? Malamadre is over there.
I always give a man a chance to defend himself.
Or to offer something in exchange.
Elena!
Elena's out there! Give me the walkie- talkie!
Give it to me, Elena's out there! Give it to me!
Elena is out there!
Get her out of there!
What?
What the fuck are you doing?
Stop the riot police, Juan's wife is out there.
- What's she doing there? - I don't give a damn.
He saw her on TV. We have to cut the signal.
Get back!
What's happening?
Can you imagine if we could be like this forever?
I wouldn't mind.
But the baby will have to go to school someday.
Do you realize you worry more about the baby than I do?
You know what they say.
Children change your life.
Yeah, they say that.
But I don't want our life to change.
Promise me it won't change, that you'll love me and fuck me the same.
Almansa, what the fuck happened to the TV?
A demonstrator threw a Molotov cocktail and the antenna caught fire.
We're trying to get the signal back.
You'd better fix it. And I want a list of the people injured.
All right, but I'll need time.
You have half an hour.
What about Calzones's wife? You found her, right?
Yeah, she's fine.
In any case, tell Calzones we had her taken to the hospital
to make sure everything's okay.
Hold on, tell him yourself.
I want to talk to Elena.
I'll see what I can do.
But I don't think the doctors want to upset her right now.
You said she was fine.
Yes, she is.
But apparently they took her in as a precaution.
I have to see her.
I think that's the best idea.
I can have you taken to the hospital, you'll be back in an hour.
I have to go.
No, I'm sorry, Calzones.
Not now.
You're not the only one with people out there.
And if you hurt anybody out there, I'll go berserk.
It's the only fucking thing you people understand.
Don't bother.
They put up inhibitors.
One on each side of the roof, jamming the frequency.
The fuckers are going out of their way.
They don't want us to find out. Something big must have happened.
Why don't you ask them? Just take the walkie- talkie again.
Have you thought about our conversation?
I have nothing to offer you.
What did they promise you, faggot?
Second degree murder?
What about me?
What do I get for keeping quiet?
What?
Nothing?
I might as well just talk to Malamadre.
Too bad for you.
Your credit has run out.
Wait.
Wait, maybe there is something.
A piece of paper.
"Weapon,
sink, cell 233."
In your handwriting. Sound familiar?
I don't know. Show it to me.
If you want, we can show it to Malamadre,
see what he thinks.
Let me out.
You and me are gonna make a deal.
Find out what really happened out there,
and I'll give you that paper.
So you can wipe your ass with it.
These graphic images recorded earlier have caused an uproar.
Was the police response too severe?
Elena Vazquez Guardiola, from Santander,
remains hospitalized in Zamora
under supervision due to her injuries.
How was I supposed to know she was out there?
You're the one who shouldn't have been out there.
You're suspended from service.
And you can pack your bags.
When this gets out,
you'll never set foot in a prison again.
If you play your cards right, you're out in 7 years.
I'll take the wrap for this.
Just say you were scared shitless,
that you went along.
That's what half these guys will say.
At age 7, a kid wouldn't even realize.
If I were you,
I'd tell Elena never to bring him here.
The less to remind you of the outside, the better.
I have a kid somewhere.
His mother was from Murcia.
Really feisty broad.
She had no idea I was an escaped fugitive.
Does he look like you?
I don't know. I hope not.
He must be 8 by now.
But I've never seen him.
"Out of sight..."
The list.
Only 4?
They were clubbing people left and right!
Fucking bastards.
Almansa really fucked up this time.
What are you doing?
If you kill him, they'll come in. That's all they care about.
They'll shoot their way in!
It'll be a massacre!
Tell him to leave. If he comes in here I'll kill him!
- Calm down, Tachuela. - Calm down my ass!
You want to be remembered as the madman who led them to slaughter?
I don't give a shit! I told him he'd pay if he fucked with us.
That's how it is.
Hold him.
Cut off his ear!
That'll show them we mean business. They won't risk coming in over an ear.
Wait.
- What for? - I'm thinking, damn it!
Fuck this shit! Come here. Come here!
You're gonna cut off his ear.
Here.
Cut off his ear.
Cut off his ear! Cut it off!
Cut off his ear.
It's the list of people injured.
Malamadre wants to see you.
What for?
Malamadre.
What faces...
What, did somebody die?
Apache found out about the riot outside.
At least 20 people were injured
and 7 are hospitalized.
Some of them serious.
Among them, Elena.
Show him.
She shows up here.
It's poor quality, copied from the news.
They said her name is Elena Vazquez Guardiola.
That's Elena, right?
That's a guard, Utrilla.
They call him the Old Bitch.
The Old Bitch!
He always liked hitting people.
I want him to see him.
Utrilla!
Call from upstairs. They want to see you.
All I've done is string them along. They don't trust me anymore.
They can't send someone else to negotiate?
Malamadre said no. He asked for you. He prefers somebody he knows.
Armando should go.
He's the new chief, right?
They should see nothing has changed.
If you don't want to do it, you don't have to.
Officially you've been suspended.
We'll talk about that later.
Happy with yourself, asshole?
Nice mess you've made.
Like my friend says, "I do my best."
Utrilla sure has balls!
Don't move, motherfucker.
Open your mouth
and I'll kill you.
Now you and me are gonna walk down those stairs, got it?
Where is he going? Stay there!
They're going downstairs.
Where?
Downstairs to the basement.
Check the block. Turn the camera!
- Turn it. - Quickly.
Turn it, turn it, hurry up.
They're gone.
Shit, it's empty. It's a trap. It's a fucking trap!
We have to get Utrilla out of there.
I'm calling the Ministry. We need authorization.
No, no. There's no time for that.
Say the word and I'll go in.
I'm sorry, I can't make that decision.
Maintain your position.
- What was that? - Maintain your position.
The Old Bitch.
His wife is the one you beat up out there.
- I didn't see her coming. - A pregnant woman?
I didn't have time to react. It was an accident.
Leaving her there was an accident?
You clubbed her and left her there.
See it?
Now do you see it?
Piece of shit!
Take it easy, damn it.
- What happened to Elena? - I don't know.
You don't know?
They took her to the hospital, that's all I know.
You didn't even ask about her? Bullshit! Look at me.
Look at me! Look at me.
Tell me the truth or you're dead.
If she'd been badly hurt, I would be suspended at home.
I want to talk to her. I need her to tell me she's okay.
Here.
Tell him if Elena doesn't pick up the phone,
we'll kill him.
That'll get their attention.
I want to talk to Elena!
Juan, this is Armando. Do you remember me?
Yeah, I remember you.
Listen to me, Juan.
Elena can't talk to you right now.
She's been sedated.
You're lying to me, damn it. You're lying to me too!
Calm down, let me explain...
She can't be sedated, she's pregnant!
Unless she lost the baby. Is that it?
Did she lose the baby?
If she lost it, tell me already.
That's it, right?
You're afraid to tell me. That's why you've been lying all along!
Look, Juan.
You'd better come out.
Tell Malamadre to let you come see Elena.
I already asked him and he said no.
Yeah, but now it's different.
Why?
She isn't dead, is she?
Elena isn't dead...
I'm sorry, Juan.
I truly am.
We just got the news.
We wanted to wait until all this was over with
to explain what happened to you.
Get the fuck off me!
He's a guard!
Calzones is a guard!
Get off him! Get off him! Get off him!
Calzones is a guard!
Look me in the eye, damn it!
He's not an inmate!
He tricked you!
He lied to you all!
He's a guard, damn it!
Tell them, Calzones!
Tell them who you are! See if they still feel sorry for you!
Tell them, damn it!
Tell them!
Tell them...
A smart girl like you, so pretty, and me...
You being so ugly and dumb...
First a slaughterhouse, now a prison.
It's not like I'm an engineer.
You could have anybody.
Somebody who could give you stuff.
I don't want stuff.
I want you.
MY FUCKING HEAD HURTS
SICK, SICK, SICK...
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CAR BOMB IN MADRID ETA RESPONDS TO RIOT IN ZAMORA
What about what Utrilla said?
- I don't give a fuck what he said. - What if it's true?
- What about this? - Leave it there for now.
- What did Apache say? - He didn't find anything.
He had the guts to kill that fucker.
He's up to his neck in shit just like everybody else.
Hello.
Ernesto Dueñas.
I've been sent directly by the President to find a solution.
A bit late, no?
Excuse me?
If they'd been on the ball we might not still be here.
You're probably right.
This situation should have been handled differently.
I have full authority to make a deal.
We studied your requests before coming
and we're in a position to concede in most cases.
We'd have to discuss certain details.
It's Utrilla.
A prison guard.
I'm responsible for his death.
You're Juan.
My name is Juan Oliver and this is only the beginning.
Meet our demands or we'll kill all 3 hostages.
They'll be dead before the SWAT team can get to them, just like him.
He says they'll meet our demands.
We just need to work out a few details.
And what will happen after that?
Your conditions will improve.
For how long?
I don't understand.
How long before you go back to doing whatever you want with us?
All they want
is to stop this and lock us up
before anyone notices.
We're trash, and what you do with trash
is take it out so it doesn't stink.
He might not be the right person to be negotiating...
Why?
Because they killed Elena?
I might as well hang myself in my cell and get out of the way.
I wouldn't be the first.
Do you know how the guy in cell 211 before me died?
No, I don't.
We can't trust him.
They can't be trusted!
There's only one way.
They have to commit in public. So they can't break their word.
Make them say on TV they'll end the DSS program.
To hell with solitary confinement!
Abolish DSS
and publicly acknowledge all the people who have died here.
You have one hour.
We want to see the minister on TV in one hour
saying this shit is over, you got that?
Maybe I'd better give you
a little while to talk over
the situation.
There's nothing to discuss.
We're all behind him. Shut down DSS
or you'll be hosing blood off the walls!
You're a fucking dead man! Nobody shows me up!
You know I'm right.
What did I tell you? What?
That if you acted alone I would gut you.
You also said this was the chance of a lifetime.
Don't bullshit me! You can't trick me!
You're just trying to get back at them. Am I right?
Things are getting out of hand.
They're scared.
Why do you think they sent a government official?
This is bigger than we imagined.
What will happen if the hostages die?
I'll be remembered as the madman who led everyone to slaughter.
Ring a bell?
Things have changed.
Yeah, now you don't care if they kill us all.
You just said in front of everyone
we're going all the way.
Are you gonna keep your word?
Are you?
Malamadre always keeps his word.
Take the hostages up to cell 225.
Tell Releches not to let anyone in unless I say so.
- What are you gonna do? - Just do as I say, damn it!
- Malamadre. - What?
We have to talk.
Almansa? I have nothing to say to you.
We have something important to tell you.
You know what we want to hear.
And you know it's madness. We have to find a way out.
This better not be a trap so you can shoot me.
If you thought it was a trap, you wouldn't have come. Pick up the file.
It was a trick all along.
Juan isn't an inmate, he's a guard.
He was supposed to start today, but he got caught by the riot.
I don't believe it.
This is a trick, you bastard.
This is just paper and a photo.
What Utrilla said was true.
How the fuck do you know what Utrilla said?
Juan isn't our only insider.
He was helping us until his wife got hurt.
Now he's on his own. He doesn't give a shit about anything and you know it.
Why the fuck are you giving me this now?
What for?
So I'll kill him?
The government's offer stands.
You could be on the street in a year, maybe less.
He tricked us.
Malamadre, he tricked us.
All of us. That bastard tricked us all.
And now those fuckers are in trouble and they want us to kill him.
Not even the filthiest rat in here would betray someone like that.
That guy is the fucking rat, Malamadre.
He lied to us and he has to pay for it.
The problem is the others are behind him now.
We tell everyone he's a guard, period!
What he asked for is crazy. They'll never do it.
These people will never admit defeat on TV.
When they give you something, they do it quietly, in secret.
Have they ever given you anything?
Have they ever really given us anything?
He's a son of a bitch, but he's right. They're scared.
We have to go all the way.
Open up, open up!
What?
I already told you! He's losing blood!
You have to get him out of here!
- It's almost time. - Open up, damn it!
Fuck!
It's time.
They have 10 minutes.
They might still call.
You're right. A lot can happen in 10 minutes.
They're here. Alpha and Bravo distract them,
Xavi drops down from the roof and heads for cell 225.
They might have time to kill them.
No, there'll be no resistance when we reach the cell.
I have to quit smoking.
Ever seen what it does to your lungs?
All black and disgusting.
I don't think it will be what kills you.
You're a real jerk, Calzones. You know that, right?
I do my best.
Your best and more.
It takes a lot of balls to do what you did.
Standing up there and telling everyone you were an inmate.
Though things got screwed up in the end with Elena.
Sometimes life fucks you up and you don't even realize.
They asked me to kill you.
What did you tell them?
To go to fucking hell.
Now you and me
are going out that door
and we're gonna do what we said we'd do.
And when the shit hits the fan,
you'd better hope they kill me quick because if they don't,
I swear I'm gonna skin you alive.
Get that straight. Nobody makes a fool of Malamadre.
Whatever happens, you're not leaving here alive.
That's what you wanted, right?
If those bastards don't tell me, you will, right?
There's no way to ever be sure.
The TV's back on!
Hey, look! The TV's back on!
... the Ministry of the Interior related to the violence that began yesterday
at the prison in Zamora...
It's the end of DSS!
They're coming in!
Kill the hostages!
Do it now!
There's no time!
Bullshit!
That way!
Throw them outside, damn it!
Come on, damn it!
Calzones!
God damn it!
Calzones.
Calzones, look at me.
Look at me. You're okay.
You're okay. Look at me. Look at me!
Look at me. Stay here, with me.
- Damn it! - They killed Malamadre!
They killed Malamadre and Calzones!
They wish they could.
But not yet, right, Calzones?
We'll get those bastards.
We'll get those bastards good!
Motherfucker!
Yeah, that's him.
That's Juan Oliver.
The resolution of a crisis of this sort
is never completely satisfying,
but I think, as a whole,
the final outcome can be considered
a success.
This one's still alive!
Given the risks and the limited
options at our disposal,
the appearance of an alternative to a possible collaboration with Malamadre
made all the difference.
You could say the wall had more cracks
than we at first imagined
and we were able to exploit them in time.
On the negative side,
we mustn't forget that we were unable to get Juan Oliver out of there alive.
Personally,
I must say I'll never forgive myself for that.
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