I need you to do something that will benefit us both.
Become a sentinel.
You're kidding, right?
No, I'm not kidding.
Now that Tere's in solitary there's a free spot.
That idiot Valbuena has summoned all the prisoners who want to apply.
I need you to be the next sentinel.
If you're so keen, why don't you do it?
Because they'd never pick me...
Not for that. Not even to pick up balls and put them back.
But they might pick you.
Go on.
Why do you want me to be a sentinel?
It doesn't matter how hard you train, Maca.
We're just waiting to die here.
Damned, just like your family.
Don't you feel like those tragic cases on the TV,
on their knees, just waiting to have their throats cut?
Why don't they grab some dirt and throw it in the killers' eyes?
And run like the wind? Fuck.
Maca, one in a million is better than nothing.
- And what are our chances? - Make a deal with Karim.
Sell our souls.
Ferreiro,
we've been walking for more than half an hour,
and I'm starting to get sick and tired.
I hope you aren't messing me about.
I think it was over there that I left the car.
You think?
At the station, you were very certain.
The Egyptian is buried in the province of Ciudad Real,
in a game reserve.
I want the exact location.
Even if you've killed the world's biggest son of a bitch,
you'll still serve the same sentence as if you'd killed the king.
The coordinates match the signal registered at the phone towers
in Los Ballesteros, Ciudad Real.
Great, how did you get there?
I entered the farm,
and I drove, I don't know, about 15 minutes down a gravel road.
I think it was a game reserve.
I got out of the car and... I picked up a sawn-off shotgun.
I loaded two rounds.
I went to the rear side of the car, took the Egyptian out of the boot,
and made him walk, I don't know... 150 metres.
I forced him to dig his own grave and I killed him.
You're telling me you did all that on your own?
- Who helped you? - I've already told you, Castillo.
I killed and buried the Egyptian without anyone's help.
I had him handcuffed and dragged him with a tether,
tied around his neck, like a dog.
You'll find all this in the grave.
Where is this grave exactly?
It's there.
That's where the Egyptian is buried.
LOCKED UP
We always say the same thing, let's grab a drink with the newbie,
then everyone has their own problems, their lives... you know.
I prefer it that way. In a small group.
Around here, word is that you're having a fling with an inmate.
Is that what they're saying? Well, you've been misinformed.
Look...
The fling lasted 5 seconds and was over.
And for 5 seconds they've filed a case against you and demoted you?
Was the inmate Ferreiro?
I heard she's innocent of the charges filed against her... Is that right?
- Yes. I think so. - Then...
If they've labelled you an inmate fucker,
filed a case against you and you think she's innocent,
why don't you continue with the fling? Will we ever know?
I'll give your advice some thought.
I want you to look for any scrap of proof,
a hair, a drop of blood, falafel crumbs,
But why?
Sentences shorten for good conduct.
And what's so bad about being a sentinel
and helping enforce the rules? That's not so bad.
Enforcing the rules? You're going to be a snitch.
You'll be Valbuena's pawn, don't you see?
Look, Macarena. I want you to hear something.
I don't want anyone in my cell being a sentinel.
You're going to get us in trouble.
You're keeping quiet. What do you think?
Me?
If she feels being a sentinel is her calling, then let her.
Lights out.
But if she turns against us, then...
We'll kill her.
- Kill her? I'll kill you! - Hey, chill.
You asked, I answered.
Curly, please.
Oh, girl...
The people?
Valbuena is an idiot.
He'd probably electrocute himself with a taser just to see if it works.
- Miranda? - A textbook victim.
Always waiting for the next son of a bitch and the next problem,
and she looks like the type who'd keep a dildo in her drawer.
Palacios?
He still doesn't know that he's slipping up because he's gay.
He's probably in love with you.
- Fuck off. - Yes... Seriously.
And Sandoval?
He's the cleverest at the prison.
And the most shady.
Dangerous.
It seems you're not his biggest fan.
I don't think he'll invite me to his next barbecue.
If you want to tell me something, I'm trustworthy.
You're the only one who came for beers with the newbie.
- You've won me over for life. - There's nothing to tell.
Only that if you get the flu and you go to his office,
staple your underwear to your arse.
I told his wife as much when she was a few months pregnant
and she was hospitalised with a panic attack.
I need to learn to count to three before doing anything.
No.
You are who you are. I'm the same as you.
Have you got yourself into a lot of trouble?
2 years ago, in a demining drill,
I was pushing a type of wheelbarrow,
and the captain did the spoon to me.
The spoon?
- Do you know what that is? - No.
Get up.
Act as if you're pushing a wheelbarrow, like this...
That's the spoon.
I had two options.
Take him to a military court,
or crack his fucking face open with the butt of a rifle.
And so I hit him.
There are rules that are really good,
but not all of them.
You need to know how to tell them apart.
Sometimes you've got to do what you've got to do.
You can't buy me with gifts.
What gifts?
All I'm saying is, I don't think you being a sentinel is cool.
Curly, I need you to trust me.
It's life or death.
A question of life or death? And you didn't say?
Curly, I can't tell you.
Please, I need you to trust me.
Yes?
- Don't get up. - You want me to get up? Fine.
- I didn't say that. - What? You told me to come up.
You've got such a cheek.
Girls.
Do you remember your dreams?
I only do if Blondie forgets to rub me up the right way...
- Oh, is that so? - Yes.
No dreams tonight then.
- You don't want me to rub you up? - Stop, no, stop.
Stop, OK?
- Sole, what do you dream about? - This is the odd bit.
It's always the same.
I see the most beautiful green meadow, beautiful.
There's a gentle rain,
ever so gentle, slow.
I don't know.
Maybe it's a childhood memory.
When it rains in my country,
the raindrops are more like buckets of water.
I've never seen rain like that.
Maybe it's from your donated heart?
- Obviously, possessing me. - Shit, of course.
No, you've just seen too many ghost movies...
Apart from the rain, is there ham in your dreams, Sole?
- Ham? - Aha.
No. Why should there be ham?
Because I heard they sometimes do pig transplants,
they're the closest animal to humans.
If I saw ham in my dreams, I'd have seen you eating it.
- One-nil to Sole. - Enough chitchat.
Soledad, I want you ready first thing, OK?
The cardiologist is doing your checkup.
- That's fine. - Palacios.
Why don't you sleep over?
Poor Sole is having nightmares, and she needs a big bear hug.
- Or a pig hug. - Old MacDonald had a farm...
- You've got a cheek. - Eey-ay-eey-ay-o.
- Shut up. - Hey!
Get to sleep.
or a broken pinkie nail. Anything.
Have you searched the area properly?
Can we get any security camera footage?
Castillo, you need to see this.
What the fuck is that?
Given the humidity and rugosity,
this plastic is less than 24 hours old.
Let me help you.
With handcuffs, it's hard.
Thanks.
What happened last night?
You got up at 4 or 5am to look under the bed.
I saw you.
A noise woke me up. Like eletrical interference.
- I think they've bugged us. - Who?
Castillo, Karim... What do I know? I'm going nuts.
Shit.
Fuck, Zulema. That's disgusting.
- Your teeth have gone to shit. - No, my gums. And my arms.
- Sandoval says it's pyschosomatic. - OK, OK.
Why were you talking to Macarena in the gym yesterday?
You're a pain. I was building bridges. I need her.
- For now. - I don't need to tell you this.
But be careful. You can't trust her, and you know it.
She played us. She could do it again.
- Shit. - Fuck.
- What's up? - What's your problem?
Why did you give me moisturiser?
What moisturiser?
I'm just saying, don't go talking shit out there,
- trying to split up me and Maca. - Leave it.
- Like I sent her on the run. - Leave it Curly, I believe you.
No, we're going to sort this once and for all.
Because this crazy bitch is going to try anything to separate us.
To fuck up what we've got. And I can't be arsed.
- To fuck it up? - Great, start the match.
Fuck it up for you? And I'm the crazy one?
Estefanía, I'm crazy for you.
Because I love you.
I might escape from this shithole but the only thing I'd do outside
is not stop thinking about you.
How could I return to take you with me to the end of the world.
And this white bitch? What's she thinking about?
Not you.
She's thinking about screwing us over, that she's being charged with murder.
That will happen.
What the hell do you know about my thoughts?
You don't have a clue about loving someone.
I don't know about love and this white bitch does?
She's not even a lesbian. She doesn't love you.
She's with you out of circumstance.
- Because it suits her. - What circumstance?
Shut up!
I truly love you.
And what would she do with you? Steal cars?
Steal cars, get wasted all night, sell knickers in the market all day?
That's a low blow for ethnic minorities. Ugly.
Why don't you do one?
Why don't you? And don't tell me to shut up.
Hey!
What's going on?
Nothing, just old friends reminiscing about a trip to Morocco.
Eat your breakfast. And do it silently.
Those who fight last the night.
You don't need to worry.
The haematocrit level and tacrolimus content are correct.
I see.
Doctor, one question.
I never used to remember my dreams, and now I do.
It seems so strange...
Well, before your levels were minimal.
You were at 30%.
That's why you didn't remember your dreams.
That results in extreme exhaustion. But now, your level is at 85%.
Very good.
One moment, I'll just get your prescription.
Excuse me.
Yes? I'm just finishing appointments at the prison.
No, I can be there in around an hour.
Palacio, isn't the doctor pretty?
- And she's well educated. - Soledad, please. That's enough.
I've been telling you, I don't need a girlfriend.
I'm fine on my own.
No one likes being alone.
Whoever says they do says so because they're still looking.
Or worse, they haven't even looked.
Sintrom, digoxin and naproxen.
Right, the green ones are for the morning...
and the white ones, twice a day, morning and night.
And these, three times a day.
- These? - Yes.
If you have any doubts, at the next checkup, ask...
I'll call you?
Yes, my number's on the report.
- OK. - Call me, and...
- What's your name? - Lucía.
- Antonio. - OK.
- A pleasure. We hadn't met. - No.
You'll remain in solitary indefinitely.
We've examined 8m³ of ground under the microscope.
We haven't found a thing:
not even a hair, a nail, organic remains... Everything wiped clean.
Except this.
How is it possible that the shotgun slugs are clean?
Someone poured five jugs of HCl on the scene of the crime.
Whoever took the Egyptian's corpse, they were professionals.
No plant life will grow in that area for the next 20 years.
We have no body, nor proof, nor any evidence to present to the judge.
I told you that Leopoldo and I once worked together on a couple of cases.
We were friends.
My name is Leopoldo Ferreiro,
and I confess to the murder of Hanbal Hamadi, the Egyptian.
As I see it, it's illogical for him to confess to a murder without a corpse.
What are the theories?
The first one is that Ferreiro wants us to believe that the Egyptian is dead.
They both agree to disappear,
so perhaps they fabricated all of this to deceive us.
Even Jalapeño's death could be a smoke screen,
to make us think they were shooting at the Ferreiros.
It's a twisted plan, but a plan nonetheless.
The second theory: someone has taken the corpse,
and Leopoldo doesn't know about it.
Karim, his depressed wife, his son the registrar, I don't know.
In all honesty, Ferreiro looked surprised when no corpse was found.
The third theory...
Are you taking notes?
- Yes, sir. - Well, write:
the third theory...
is that I don't have a fucking clue what the third theory is.
We're going to follow all possible leads.
We're going to expedite the 72 hours of custody incommunicado,
and we're going to catch Ferreiro contradicting himself.
Understood?
Is there any chance that he survived the gunshot?
I shot him at point-blank range. Two shots to the chest with a 12 caliber.
Is it not possible that he climbed out of the hole alive?
I killed him.
- Have you spoken to your sister? - She didn't answer.
I left her a message. I'll try with the work phone.
- Fine, whatever, but now. - Whatever, but not now.
- You could visit Family Planning. - No, I don't want problems. Hurry up.
How's it going Quimico, what's up? Have they still not caught you?
What do you mean: "who is this"?
It's Estefi, mate.
Yes. I'm still here, I'm still here.
Listen to me. I need you to do me a favour
and give something to my sister.
- Antonio. - OK.
- A pleasure. We hadn't met. - No.
Here I am, my heart beating.
You see life differently, you know?
Back home, in my bed, tucked up, with my friends...
I missed them so much.
The treatment's a bitch, what can I say.
I have to take so many pills...
If you were to shake me, I'd rattle.
Six pills in the morning, six at night.
Four at midday. It's not easy.
I have to lose weight, there's too much...
How am I going to lose that with no effort.
They say I have to reduce my waistline.
I've not had a waistline forever!
I have to walk slowly on the treadmill.
If I walk slowly, I'm not going to lose 30 kilos!
If I rush, my heart speeds up. So...
And this one, preparing me meals, honestly...
All fresh fruits...
And I just want to eat some toast, heaped with butter...
Forget that, you can't.
Give me a kiss, you're the best!
She's got such a nerve, what's she after! She's asking for it.
The sentinel post that was Tere's is vacant.
When she leaves solitary, we're not going to trust someone
who shits on herself.
So you're the candidates.
I've been looking at your CVs...
Very detailed.
Whore, junkie,
thief.
Honestly, I wouldn't let any of you walk my dog.
Contacting Karim is impossible.
He's got no phone number, no address.
An international terrorist does that, so they don't get caught.
But I still have an address from when he was in Oman.
It was how he got in touch with his sister.
- That's it. - There's no other way?
Since I'm telling you, I'm not going to be a sentinel.
I want to be a sentinel because I want prison benefits.
But above all, because I feel I'm ready. I can do it properly.
- I have a degree in Economics. - Economics?
You're too highly qualified for the post.
You. The job's yours.
- No! Valbuena, please. - Get lost. It's over.
Valbuena, please, I would do it well.
You have to sign this.
Maybe I'm sticking my nose in, but the sentinel you just chose...
What?
The prisoners in Block C say she snorts everything,
even the washing powder.
She'll screw it up.
In that group, none of them are squeaky clean.
Well, maybe Macarena.
Because she licks you out at night?
Does it bother you that we've got a thing?
I might as well tell you that what I've got with her won't last.
You smell nice.
You're wearing my gift.
The moisturiser.
Do you like it?
Yes.
Who knows?
Maybe one day, we'll have a conjugal visit...
Can you imagine?
Ferreiro, change of plan. You start now.
- But what's wrong with me? - Get the hell out of here.
You didn't even pass the test for one minute.
Go on, piss off out of here.
Are you serious? What's wrong with you?
What do you make of that?
My girlfriend cheating, right in front of my nose.
I'm going to speak to Carolina, see if we can fix things.
Are you listening to yourself?
Sometimes, I don't know what the hell you're thinking.
I'm going to tell you something.
When the prisoners escaped and left me in that hole,
for 11 hours, tied up like a dog,
bleeding to death, sometimes losing my mind,
I knew I was going to die.
So...
When I got out alive,
I swore I'd be at peace with myself.
And when I saw you, my friend,
the biggest problem wasn't that I was about to die,
but that I'd left my wife.
It's just that...
Fabio, shit, you keep throwing me. I...
I don't know want to do with you. I don't know who you are.
One day you beat up a colleague,
the next you're involved with a prisoner and you don't say a word.
- I'm sorry. - No, I don't know who you are.
For me, there are two types of friends, you know?
Some throw their hands up in despair
if you call to say you killed some bastard.
Others turn up with a spade.
I'm one of the ones with a spade.
Which are you?
We'll see, Mum.
We'll wait until it gets dark and then drive up to the mountains,
somewhere remote. Like the mountains of Toledo,
and we'll bury him.
We'll bury him. Agreed?
Even if we have to dig all night.
Will that make the corpse disappear?
No.
Does it stop an animal digging it up?
No.
I wish your dad was here.
Given his ample experience in disappearing bodies, of course.
Whatever we do, Román,
the body has to disappear forever.
Your dad's freedom depends on it.
Let's get some more jugs of acid.
It's the only way.
Anabel, I need to talk to you.
- What, Zulema? - Fuck.
Such manners. We're talking.
Save it for another time. Come on, out.
- I need you to get me two things. - Toothpaste?
Those gums are gross.
A mobile.
And a mic detector.
My fanny's pretty big, but the spy shop won't fit in there, love.
So refined.
The mic detector is the size of a small bulb.
That won't be cheap.
I escaped all the way to Morocco, I can treat myself.
Ten for the commissary...
Seven for the providers...
Tax... 22.
Some expenses...
10,000 euros. As soon as you pay, you'll get it all.
Done.
Expenses on my account.
Make sure you get it all.
Zulema, we're big girls now. Don't make me explain the rules.
You come here, interrupting business,
asking for stupid stuff that you can't afford,
forcing me to look at your face with that mouth that stinks like a drain.
Let's be honest.
We all know you've got no one,
you're alone, and out there, they're just waiting to kill you.
You're the worst possible choice for a loan shark.
I've got the money, what the hell do you want in return?
I don't want anything that's yours.
Although many girls would.
And their satisfaction...
is my satisfaction too.
It's so... very weird.
I feel like...
there's something inside me that's foreign.
I want to know all about that person,
what was their last feeling...
Their fears, were they happy?
Hold their hands, give them a hug.
I wish I had the opportunity
to thank them.
I don't know, if a relative discovered
that their heart is giving life to a criminal,
a person who has killed two human beings,
- maybe they'd spit in my face. - Look.
- Jesus, what a shock. - They might not like your accent.
Unless they tell you to give it back, they can say what they want.
You deserve that heart.
- No one more deserving than you. - Look at my girls!
So wonderful. I didn't know they loved me so much.
Hello? Good afternoon.
Who am I speaking to?
Hello, Fernando.
Look, this call might seem a bit strange, but...
Did you lose a family member recently?
Your wife.
I wanted to tell you I have your wife's heart.
I mean, I'm wearing it.
Finish up, we're closing the library early.
We're doing inventory. Come on.
Your dad has confessed to the Egyptian's murder.
- What? - Keep reading.
Last night, they took him to dig up the corpse, but there wasn't one.
Someone had taken it.
Keep reading.
A colleague at Homicide told me.
- Do you know who could have done it? - No.
My mum and brother?
That's what I fear.
And aren't you going to report it?
Fuck, but what the fuck are they going to do with a corpse?
Well, I don't know, considering the state of decomposition.
I imagine that they'll try to avoid it dismembering.
They are sinking little by little,
up to their necks.
They are sinking, and once they realise, it'll be too late to get out.
They're going to end up in prison one by one,
and I won't be able to do anything.
I won't,
they're going to get more years than me.
The funniest thing is that there was a moment when I believed...
everything was going to be resolved.
The judge was going to review my case. I was going to walk free.
And we would go back to being a normal family,
with normal problems.
But no.
Are you taking Moby Dick or the Count of Montecristo?
Moby Dick.
Hey, I have a question.
Do you know the best way to dispose of a corpse?
Hello.
Well, what a spectacle.
The woman with your wife's heart calls you up.
And asks you here, to a prison.
Complicated, isn't it?
Well, yes. You're right.
I know that everything I did was illegal.
Looking at the medical report, calling you...
In the hospital,
they told us the donor's identity was kept secret.
Of course, yes. I know.
This is not easy, honestly. This is not easy.
Look,
I can't stop thinking about your wife.
A little bit of her is inside me.
That little piece is so important
that it's given me a chance to live again.
And I had to thank you. Truly.
You have given me new life.
Well, never mind.
That was all.
You can go now, if you like, and...
I promise I won't call again.
What would you like to know about my wife?
Everything.
I want to know everything, everything.
But first, I want to tell you a little about me, you know?
Because, well... I'm not here for stealing some sweeties.
I burnt my husband alive.
Do you understand?
But...
I think I can be a better person, with your wife's heart.
- There's one other... - My wife...
She was a bitch.
Sorry?
They're only giving back what you gave to them.
It's very kind and generous of you.
So you'll be at peace with everyone.
The cuckoo sings gaily,
He took away the fear,
The cuckoo sings gaily,
He took away the fear.
Cuckoo.
Come on!
Tell me something that doesn't make me feel stupid
every time I go to pee and look in the mirror.
I'm sitting here telling you that I killed a man,
and that's not enough for you.
You have shotgun slugs. You have a confession. A hole.
- Evidence. What more do you want? - Nothing.
Just a minor detail. Where the hell is the body?
You should read adventure books. They help you to escape.
Fuck. It's Lidia.
What do I do? Should I answer?
Answer.
Hello, darling. How's France? How's the investigation going?
I'm here.
I'm at the airport. Come and pick me up.
I can't right now, my love, I'm...
I'm taking my mum shopping.
Lidia?
The Egyptian killed my daughter in front of you.
You were following them.
You saw it all and didn't tell me anything.
Come right now, or I'll talk to the police.
The phone.
Karim's going to call it.
What happened?
I smoothed over some issues from the past.
Who did that to you?
There'll be time to hit back.
You're on duty. Don't mess up.
It's hard to think that there are people like that.
She made life difficult for years, for me, for my daughters.
She destroyed the family on a whim,
she mortified us, she...
It's awful to say, but...
We almost breathed a sigh of relief when we heard about the accident.
Is that terrible?
I'm glad...
That finally, her heart is going to do something good.
Yes.
At least you did something good with her.
The only thing I could've done with my husband was...
donate him to a grill house.
Time's up.
At least we had time for some good psychotherapy.
Thank you so much.
- Yes. - Really.
I'm sorry if what I told you about her has affected you.
No, no.
It's fine.
Look at us.
We've got a knack for choosing a partner, haven't we?
Thank you, once again.
And goodbye.
Excuse me, one second.
Would you mind if we met again?
Are you asking for a date?
If that's OK?
That's OK.
4-2.
Let's see the crime reports.
Julia, the one in 220, deals in phone cards.
- I think she steals them. - Julia.
Yes.
Continue.
And in the chapel, under a bench,
there were six joints. They were stuck on with tape.
I don't know who left them, but I'll keep a look out.
Very good.
Ana Maria sells herself in her cell.
She keeps the money in her toilet bag.
Ana Maria...
Ana Maria.
Some prisoners aren't returning books to the library on time.
Do you have a list of offenders?
Do you think I'm stupid?
That's why you want to be a sentinel?
Tell me about something real,
or I'll punch you as far as the infirmary, right this second.
And try to prove it.
Anabel.
Who?
Come here. What?
Anabel hides drugs in bottles of conditioner.
- Calm down. - Let me go.
Look at me.
Good.
Maybe we'll even come to an understanding.
I'm going to check.
It had better be true, for your sake.
Watch her. She doesn't leave until I'm back.
We need you to be a sentinel and get into Valbuena's office.
His computer.
How's it going, Anabel?
- All good? - All good.
May I help you?
Well, to be honest, yes.
I've noticed there's been a lot of static electricity here lately,
and my hair's gone frizzy.
You don't have some conditioner around here...
or a mask for my hair?
You just have to get online, open a new email account...
and hurry.
Because the officers' PCs lock every 5 minutes.
Who snitched?
My little birds.
You're going to the hole, for a long time.
- Let's go. - No, wait. One second.
- A question, I don't mean to offend. - Go on.
What does an officer like you earn? 1,800 euros?
2,000 a month, with overtime?
- Certainly more than a prisoner. - Well...
That depends on the prisoner.
What Karim doesn't know is that I still have three million euros
hidden in Morocco. That's our bargaining chip.
I can make your wage triple that...
by the end of the month.
Don't be a smart arse with me, Anabel.
Come on, Valbuena.
I've got my own little birds.
I know you were getting some extra payments and they fucked you over.
That won't happen to you if we do business.
Once you've made the account, you need to say:
"Hi Karim. It's Zulema. I have something that may interest you.
"More than our lives, perhaps.
Call this number."
Shit.
Today's your lucky day.
We're going to get on very well.
Now, get out.
You want me to tell you something new, don't you?
That's right.
Because generally someone who repeatedly says
that they are a murderer turns out not to be.
Do you want me to tell you how someone feels
when you put a gun in their mouth so that they confess to a crime?
So that they say they killed and buried someone,
and dragged them along like a dog.
Are you telling me
that the Egyptian is still alive?
We're going to let Mr Ferreiro leave due to a lack of evidence.
Inform Judge Andrade and a relative,
and tell them to bring his personal belongings.
They killed my daughter in front of you.
In front of your dad, and you haven't told me anything.
Karim killed a policeman in your house,
while they were waiting to kill you.
Your dad has confessed to killing and burying the Egyptian,
and you haven't told me anything.
I call you up and you tell me that you're out shopping with your mum.
I can tell you when and why I started lying to you:
when the people harassing my sister
threatened to kill us for 9 million euros.
After that, I continued lying to you.
I continued while we tried everything we could to escape hell.
And that bastard ran over Lucía.
I lied to you, Lydia.
In order to avoid causing you more pain.
One always expects a judge to know what to do,
to do the right thing.
But I don't know what to do with you. I don't know what to do with all this.
Tell me something, Román.
Did you ever put my daughter in danger?
- Knowingly? - No.
My pain will never be as heartwrenching as yours,
but it was enough to drive me to murder your daughter's killer.
Are you OK?
Yes.
Take me home.
- Hey, gorgeous. - Hi.
Watch it, I'll end up starkers.
Have you heard about Anabel?
Valbuena found her stuff.
She's going straight down.
- How? - Someone will have squealed.
I wonder who?
Hey, get off.
Hey, what's wrong with you? You've been like this for ages.
- Nothing's wrong with me. - Yes, it is. You tell me "hands off",
and then you discuss a conjugal visit with Valbuena. What's going on?
Jealousy is an ugly thing, isn't it?
A conjugal visit with Valbuena?
Still on about that, girl?
Sole, it was a joke. So shut up.
- I won't. - Yes.
No, I won't shut up. Do you think I'm an arsehole?
You're seducing him to get revenge.
Shut up now! Mind your own fucking business!
- Shut up. - I won't shut up.
- Listen! - Shut up now.
Mind your own business.
- I won't! - Yes!
Do you want another 20 years for killing a rapist?
Is that true?
Curly.
Valbuena...
raped you?
Yes, he raped her.
He did. And he put her in solitary so she couldn't talk.
And he shoved a hose up her so there wasn't any proof.
This needs to be reported.
Leopoldo. I've come to collect you.
Let's go.
Are you here to pick up your father-in-law?
I'm a family friend.
Leopoldo, wait for us outside for a minute.
You have him.
Leopoldo Ferreiro,
with that harmless face, has killed a man,
tortured and buried him.
Now I don't fully know why, but he has also dug him up.
- Yeah? Are you sure about that? - He confessed it himself.
That's why you're letting him walk, right?
Instead of looking for the bastard who pulled the trigger,
you're hunting the Ferreiros, and when a Ferreiro gets killed,
you'll end up in a loony bin for doing your job like an arse.
Like an arse? My job is to go after murderers like Leopoldo.
And if he is? So what?
If I can kill fucking Bin Laden before he walks in and kills five people,
I'll pull the trigger.
- I'm not waiting for the order. - Frankly, I don't understand.
If you continue hunting the Ferreiros, you'll end up finding me.
Try sitting me before a judge and accusing me of the same thing as them.
Who the fuck do you think you are?
The fucking human shield?
Idiot!
- Castillo. - What?
The tracking device has been activated on Ferreiro's car.
- Anything else? - The missing girl.
Her family have just received a ransom demand.
- The kidnapping has been confirmed. - For fuck's sake.
Where is the Egyptian's corpse?
I don't know.
I'm going to speak to the Governor.
And to the prison board. This can't continue.
I won't stop until that bastard's in jail.
He'll get 10, 12, 14 years for rape and abuse of power.
We can't make decisions when we're angry.
Take her away!
I need help in the canteen, send backup!
Valbuena is down. I repeat, Valbuena is down.
Good afternoon.
You left the airport without security.
I'm sorry. It was a mistake due to a personal matter.
It won't happen again. I'm sorry.
It's my fiancé and his mum.
OK.
Open the door.
What was all of that?
They've provided security for the case.
As you well know, I'm now leading the Karim investigation.
The Syrian.