Out there's a bunch of narcos who kill people.
If we go out with our hands up,
-they'll probably let us go. -What are you doing, Vivi?
-Getting away from a sicko. -I'm going with you.
You want us all to die because you're already dead.
I'm going to kill you.
Take Ramala's deal.
I want to know if you killed Diego.
Kill them all.
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
GUARDIA CIVIL DO NOT CROSS
CRIMINAL INVESTIGATION UNIT
I already wrote the report, ma'am.
Report dated April 28th.
We found 13 bodies in the bungalows and main room of the Oasis Hotel.
We counted 347 casings of different caliber bullets.
A fucking war.
Drug trafficking?
Could be.
We also identified traces of blood of at least 23 different individuals.
And, sadly, we found the bodies
of our colleagues from the National Police:
detectives Javier Colsa, Matías Maneses, and Agent Pérez.
Does Internal Affairs know about this?
Not yet, ma’am.
We’re still investigating the motive.
Any arrests?
Number two.
What would you do if killers, armed to the teeth, were trying to kill you?
Well, that’s never happened to me.
-There you go. -What did you do, Goya?
I sucked it up and defended myself.
Like fucking scorpions surrounded by fire.
-Babe. -What?
This doesn't look good.
They’re using jammers.
There’s no phone, no police, nothing.
Could you do me a favor?
You owe me.
Right now, this was the last thing I thought you'd ask for.
Maybe it’s just an urban legend. Did you know
when you die your hair keeps growing?
The cells on your head…
keep working away…
Right.
And, in the morgue, you want your hair to feel…
silky.
No.
I just want to talk without looking at your face.
I've spent all my life running.
Running…
constantly.
Running away from my mother.
Running away from that pig she made me marry.
In prison…
dreaming of running away.
Zulema?
What is it?
It's just…
there's no need to run
if you have a home.
And the time we spent together in the RV,
in that camper…
is the closest thing I've ever had to a home.
I wanted you to know that.
It was very special for me too.
Even though…
to tell you the truth…
you're a shitty roommate.
And you…
sleep with your mouth open.
So you watch me while I sleep?
No, I don't watch you, but you make squirrel noises.
-Girls. -I--
Girls.
They're coming in, and there are tons of them.
The German philosopher Arthur Schopen…
-Hey, girl. What's up? -Hey.
Where are you?
You have one thing left to do before you join our crew.
What?
Go sit in the corner and, when the clips are empty, reload them.
Here?
If you make it out alive, you'll get a cut.
Really?
Yes, I always keep my word.
They're here.
More than 20, and they’re armed.
Let's go.
Ramala isn't here to take prisoners.
Neither are we.
What are you doing?
Just in case. I don't know.
"Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.
Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done,
on earth as it is in Heaven…"
Do you have the gun I gave you?
No.
Give me some seeds.
Wait.
Not yet.
This reminds me of a story my father would read me when I was little.
What story?
Alice in Wonderland.
"Alice said it would be nice to go through the looking-glass.
'I'm sure it's got, oh. such beautiful things in it,'
she said.
'Let's pretend…
the glass has got all soft like gauze,
so that we can get through.'
In another moment,
Alice was through the glass,
and she found that a world filled with fantasy
was hidden on the other side."
Now.
The burial isn't over yet.
Grab the pick and open the niche again.
You must be joking, right?
The cement is almost dry.
What? Do I look like I'm playing games?
Start chipping.
Get your fucking mother to do the chipping.
I doubt my "fucking mother" is up for it. She's buried there.
Four rows down, to the left.
But you two are opening that niche because I fucking say so.
And if you don't, you'll be in deep shit.
Who the fuck are you?
I'm a grumpy, old cripple
who used to be a detective and knows enough guardias civiles
to keep tabs on you every time you take a shit. Got it?
Plus, I have a warrant to exhume the body.
Come on.
And no whining.
Could be worse.
Could be raining.
You've got be fucking kidding me.
Maca.
There are a lot of bullets, a lot of broken glass.
You should leave to keep your baby safe.
Yes, I’d love to be 2,000 km away from here with my baby.
I can get you out of here
without being seen.
And that was when Cepo saved our lives.
Yeah, he thought he was part of the crew.
Thank God. If it weren’t for him, you’d be picking us off the floor with tweezers.
Smart guy, that Cepo.
This passage is more than 300 meters long.
Ama said it was used during the civil war, but now it’s just for keeping wine cold.
I can’t see shit.
There are flashlights here.
-Does this go to the road? -Yes.
Why didn’t you tell us earlier?
Because I don’t like it. It smells damp.
Jesus…
It smells like freedom to me.
But it's tiny. It's for little people.
The ceiling gets higher.
Goddamn it.
You're not coming?
No. The Oasis is my home.
And Ama…
Ama told me it’s very hard to find a home.
For the next job… I’ll come get you.
You've been the best one of us.
And the only one who didn't try to kill me.
Let's go.
Take good care of yourself, Cepo.
You too.
-Take care. -Take care.
Babe,
have you seen The Goonies?
Shut up and walk.
"Sloth.
Chunk.
Sloth."
Come on, babe. Say the "chocolate" line.
Some bad fucking luck.
This whole time you've had that unicorn on your back.
They'll give it back, right?
So, I think you're missing something here.
They'll try to put you away for life.
You ladies are really fucked.
Thank you.
Well, we're all done here.
I have to come back to give a statement, but we can go home. OK?
So, come on. Let's go.
Hello?
What's the matter?
I've made my mistakes,
but you're a real bastard.
What are you talking about, Elena?
We're pressing charges for harassment and abuse.
And we’re asking for a restraining order against you.
Hold on.
Please, don't do this to me now.
-Shut up. -Let's talk at home.
-Please, we're a family. We love-- -Shut up.
Virginia Quintanilla?
Elena.
Don’t go near my daughter ever again in your fucking life.
Hey, now that I think about it…
-Have you two ever hooked up? -What?
Have you ever done it?
Because you must think you'll be remembered for all the heists
and for being the baddest bitches in the whole world…
but all people really care about and want to know is...
Thelma and Louise,
did they fuck?
We fucked, yeah. Tell her, blondie.
Yeah, but the thing is… It's just not the same anymore.
No.
The passion…
Time…
Come on. Answer the question.
Have you two fucked?
Triana, girl. You're nuts. Enough.
You two fucked.
Goya, we can't stop anymore. Keep going.
I can't, seriously. I'm going to have a heart attack.
Come on. We're almost there.
-I'm sure-- -Go.
Beat it.
No. I won't do it. I'm staying with you.
Sweetheart…
this isn't a movie.
This is real life.
If they catch us, they'll rip us to shreds.
No joke.
I know.
But if we have to crawl our way out of here,
we'll crawl our way out of here.
Fuck it.
The best that could happen to us is to be caught by the police.
Fine.
I've never cared about anything my whole life, Goya.
That's not what I want.
Now I'd rather be the idiot
that might end up dead
because she's in love.
That's cooler.
What's your name, boy?
They call me Cepo.
Cepo.
OK.
Let me get this straight.
The ladies left, right?
Yes, sir.
But they couldn't have flown away.
No, sir.
They don't have wings.
So, if they don't have wings and can't fly…
they must have escaped somehow.
Which way did they go, for fuck's sake?
I can't tell you, sir.
Why not?
Because I'm part of the crew.
Crew members can't betray each other. Then they wouldn't be crew members.
You're right about that.
The flower embroidery was lovely.
I liked it.
What embroidery?
The dress.
I told the bride she looked stunning.
She smiled and kissed me on the cheek.
She's so nice.
Zulema, the deal was I pick you all up.
You didn’t mention anything about Pancho Villa’s army. I’m out of here.
Land the fucking helicopter or I’ll shove it up your ass.
OK. Five seconds, and then I’m gone.
I'm telling you I'm not waiting for anyone else.
Fine.
What are you doing?
Get out of here.
Let's go.
Don't worry… I'm not doing this for you.
Take care.
No.
You’re not alone anymore.
Thank you.
What are you going to do?
I have no clue.
But I'd rather die here than in a hospital.
Girl, are you really sitting in the shade?
Here.
You had to sit here in the shade.
Are you afraid of death?
I can only see myself alive.
But aren’t you afraid of what might come next?
Afraid of what?
I don't know. I was just thinking. Give me that.
Don't drop it.
Here.
Fear is useless.
I've lived without fear.
And I'll die without fear.
When I die,
you sing and dance for me. No crying.
What if I die first?
That's not gonna happen.
-How do you know? -I'm a witch.
I see the future.
And you ended up in jail even though you're a witch?
Yeah.
I came here on purpose.
What do you get out of wasting half your life in prison,
you shitty witch?
I got to meet you.
What're you trying to do, make me cry? Give me that.
Satisfied?
Not yet.
At the end of this life,
we can place all the people we've met
in two categories:
those who left their mark on us
and those who didn't.
I will miss this bitch.
Do you have anymore relatives?
Cousins, uncles… I don't know.
Just Ama.
Where did they take her?
Your mother's body will be at the morgue for two days.
Then you can bury her at a cemetery.
But she wanted to be buried here.
Right, but legally you can't do that.
Why not?
Because you can't bury people wherever you want.
But this isn't just wherever.
This is her home.
Her home.
This is her home.
Well, you got me there.
Look, if you want, you can bring her here after she's cremated.
I can bury her ashes here?
No, legally, you cannot.
But once you have them, you can do whatever you want with them.
Bury them, spread them or…
keep them under your bed.
Thank you.
But…
That's it?
You're done?
You're not…
you're not arresting me?
No.
You're free.
But the thing is…
I'm part of the crew too.
Well, don't tell anyone.
It will be our secret.
OK?
Ama said we shouldn't keep secrets.
I always keep my word.
Hey,
do you really think they'll give us a life sentence?
Well, that depends on how smart the lawyer is.
We'll find out at trial.
Listen, Triana…
The interrogation is going to end, and…
they'll definitely send us to prison.
I'll be the baddest chick in the joint.
Finally, nobody will fuck with me.
Sweetie...
listen to me. Listen carefully.
Prison is no joke.
Prison is a fucking nightmare, and I don't know where they'll send you.
If we say we're together, couldn't they send us to the same place?
Sure… You just have to put that on paper.
It’s like when you have a food allergy and ask for a special menu.
OK, cool.
We'll live together.
We'll eat together. We'll shit together.
We'll walk around the yard, holding hands.
Holding hands in the yard is cool.
-Cool. -Cool.
They can't separate us.
Can we put her back in the niche now?
Freeze. Nobody move.
I'm here to give my Zule a proper goodbye.
Here, the roach never disappoints.
Shit…
How do you want to be remembered?
I don't know.
Honestly?
I don't give a shit.