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Alguien a quien le importes una mierda

1 Hong Fang sends a container to China with all the money raised.
This is the container serial number.
In two weeks you'll escape with them.
She will die inside that container.
Soledad, get yourself a good lawyer, because they're going to accuse you of having your husband murdered.
We have something that you want.
Everybody wins.
You, your container full of money.
I get my freedom, and she gets left alone.
I don't think I want to continue with this.
Think about it, because if you talk to the police, there's no turning back.
They cut his throat with a steel wire.
Someone changed the shifts.
As far as I know, prisoners don't do that.
If you've got a scheme to get out of this hellhole, I want to be in on it.
Controlling the flow of hens, we have a direct line to the outside.
And now that you know it works, what are we going to put inside? Glycerin.
I want a place in the transport.
You're not joining the business.
There was a time when you knew what you had to lose.
I know who killed Unai.
I have evidence.
Unai's blood is in the center.
At one end, the blood of the prisoner that held the wire.
Anabel Vilaroch.
But do you deserve to take the blame for her murder? 30 HOURS EARLIER Annabel's been murdered.
Hello.
- Annabel's been murdered.
- What? What happened? Who would have killed this poor thing? Sole.
Anabel's been murdered.
Anabel's been murdered.
Soledad has avenged her husband's death.
That is the simplest hypothesis.
I expect more from you, Rojas.
Did she douse her with acetone to burn her alive and then stab her? What happened? Did she run out of matches? Soledad Núñez was condemned for burning her husband alive.
At the last minute, she changed the MO as a diversion.
Let's interrogate her.
She'll confess.
Mum, it's okay.
I'll pick up Alicia on Thursday after school and I'll make her a snack.
Sure, so you stay in bed and recover.
I know.
I know, Mum, but you need a week to get over flu.
- Paula! - Well We'll leave it at that.
Kisses.
Get well and drink lots of water.
Bye.
Hello.
Who are you looking for? My daughter, Alicia González Carrillo.
- Alicia? - Yes.
- Alicia didn't come in by bus today.
- What do you mean? - Are you her mother? - Yes.
Well, I have an envelope they left for you with the concierge.
Here.
DON'T TELL THE POLICE Excuse me.
Do you want us to notify the school? No, I'd forgotten she had karate today.
Okay.
Well That's my bed! It's crazy to empty the feathers from the pillows.
Hey! That didn't belong to Anabel.
- Vargas, out! - No, and what's worse Vargas! It brings bad luck to go through a dead woman's things, even if it's Anabel.
Well, they've taken Sole away for questioning.
We're a threat to society, so they put us in jail.
But what about the people who are a threat in here? There's no jail in jail.
Divine justice is all we're left with.
Divine justice didn't stab Anabel twelve times in her side.
- Do you think it was her? - She has motive.
- Well, we all have motives.
- That's true.
Hey, Millán, good detective work! - Anabel's comfort object! Olé! - That's Angus the Phallus! Yes, look inside to see what you find.
Don't chuck it, I'll make use of it.
No, let her have it.
She needs it more.
Did Anabel have family or children or anyone who gave a shit? I don't think anyone will miss her.
- Hey, careful.
- What's this? "The Lady of the Candy" Wait, no! The Camellias! Curly, what about these sudokus for your toilet trips? Oh, look, she had a family.
- She must have had.
- She looks nice.
Oh, poor girl.
- That's Sole's bed, right? - Yes.
- Yes, of course.
- Jesus Christ It's very simple, Núñez.
Think of it like a quiz.
Did you stab Anabel, yes or no? Defend yourself, damn it! Even psychopaths with 50 corpses buried in the garden say they're innocent.
We found this shiv, Inspector.
It was hidden in her cell.
Thanks.
Murderers get rid of the murder weapon.
What happened? Were you fond of the shiv? Are you so sloppy that you hid it in your cell? Why do prisoners have tattoos? I have two.
In most cases, it's because we're bored.
I believe that tattoos are all about mistakes, of fuck-ups, right? Well, I did this so I wouldn't forget, I got a tattoo so I'd remember it.
They say a lot about whoever has them, right? Your name comes from your parents.
A nickname from your colleagues.
But a tattoo is your choice.
It's what you show to others.
It's like a map, where you can draw who you are, what happened to you.
Also, it's a bit like a bit of gang culture.
Sometimes, you're identifying yourself and you're saying, - "Be careful, I'm one of them.
" - That's true.
Three-three.
I never wanted children.
I never had a maternal instinct.
And when a friend took out photos of her kids, I'd walk away.
I hated "mother talk," blogs by mothers, the stress of motherhood.
And just imagining my breasts with stretch marks gave me cold sweats.
Until Alicia was born.
My brain did a 180 degree turn.
I only wanted to be with her, look at her, smother her with kisses, and hold her tight at night.
In a second, my little bird became the most important thing in my life.
The center of everything.
And now, I don't know whether she's alive or dead.
Come on, let's go, councilor.
Councilor, listen to me, you are not dying.
Can you hear me? Let's go.
What's going on? - Nothing.
- Nothing.
Look, Anabel was fucking nasty.
But she had to leave a good memory somewhere.
Didn't she? Cruz del Sur, January 2016.
Anabel sells Tere a spiked fix.
How did it end? Tere was in cardiorespiratory arrest and almost died.
Okay, well there you have a good memory of Anabel.
But I've done bad things too, and I'd like to be remembered.
I need a pee.
If it makes you feel better, put a photo up.
Put a photo up on the wall, and Anabel will always be alive in your heart.
I need a pee.
That's not it.
I need a shit.
Damn it.
Fucking hell! Shit! Girl! You bitch! Do you feel that you can't breathe? You're out of breath, like a heart attack? It's an anxiety attack.
So, breathe.
Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth until your lungs are empty.
Don't let anyone see that you're upset.
Fake it.
It was the Chinese, right? What have they done to your daughter? How do you know? Because if I wanted something from you, I'd go after her.
That way they make sure you don't tell the police about the plan.
- If anything happens to her, I'll die.
- I know.
If they see that you're weak, your daughter will be worth nothing.
Learn to control your fear.
Fear soothes you.
That's right.
Come on, get up.
Still here? Fifty thousand euros.
They were hidden behind a false panel in Unai's locker.
They were paying him, Frutos.
We have a problem.
Altagracia.
Did you know anything? No.
- Not about this.
- Really? Please.
She knows everything.
That some officer was in on this.
Everything.
And what do you propose that we do? What are you thinking? Who you can beat up? Are you going to tell the Governor? I don't know.
But I have to know what the fuck's going on.
I understand.
But do you really think it's worth it? Why don't you let Unai rest in peace? And you rest, too.
He had two kids.
Let them have a good memory of their father as well.
Let it go.
I know her well, she won't stop.
She has to be taken out.
Frutos, I pay you a lot of money.
Don't tell me about it.
You take her out.
What's up? Mercedes Carrillo, report to the visiting room.
It must be good news.
Go! What are you up to with the councilor? Nothing.
Hello, my love.
- She's happy to see her daughter.
- I know, her daughter You'll see when your baby is born.
I know you, Zulema.
Have you done something to the councilor's daughter? Have you kidnapped her? - Kidnapped? - Yes.
- Me? - Yes.
- A little girl? - Yes.
Never.
I had a great time.
- You did? - Yes, I was with Lucia all day.
I went to the park, and it was fun going down the slide.
Zulema, children are sacred.
Don't fuck with me.
Look, I've only made a couple of calls.
Mum, it's okay.
I'll pick up Alicia on Thursday after school and I'll make her a snack.
Last week I heard her on the phone.
Mercedes's mother had the flu.
Yes, Mum, but you need a week to get over flu.
Well, we'll leave it at that.
Kisses.
Get well and drink lots of water.
Bye.
Women aged over 65 should get the flu jab.
- And then what? - Well, then I pretended I was Alicia's grandmother, and I called the mother of one of her school friends to ask her to pick her up from PE.
- What's going on, Mercedes? - What? Did you call Lucia's mother to ask if Alicia could stay the night? She says that I called her but I didn't call anyone.
Then I called the grandma to say I was the friend's mother and I said we were inviting Alicia to sleep over.
Yes, there was a problem with a document and they wouldn't let me out.
So I thought it was for the best, seeing as you were ill.
But I forgot to tell you.
I'm sorry.
Are you better? Yes.
Thank you.
Circle closed.
Right.
And how did you get the phone numbers? Omar.
Aleikum salam.
The hen guy? He went to the school's concierge.
It's mad what you can do if you're good-looking.
And he left a little note for Mercedes in Chinese.
Mercedes's fear for her daughter did the rest.
The little girl had a great time, which is what matters.
You have to break children's routines.
Take note, you'll be a mum soon.
Zulema, you're messing things up.
If the councilor finds out, she's going to ruin things for us, and with good reason.
We have an escape plan.
And that bitch was going to notify the police.
That's why I did all this.
Do you understand? If we stand up to the Chinese, we can't afford any cracks.
No, I don't have tattoos, because I'm scared of needles.
Sorry, that was a bad joke, wasn't it? - She's just had a tattoo done.
- No.
Shit! Wait.
I'll show it.
There.
Do you see it? - What does it say? - Now you don't.
The thing is I wanted him to put "Gay Pride" and he put - Falafel.
- Falafel! But, you know I have some good needle marks here.
That's a tattoo as well, right? Because it's like a drawing, so you don't forget.
- To belong - Another tattoo? When I decide a name for my baby, I'll have a tattoo with her name.
There's a lot of me! For Zule, I would.
"B," for bitch.
Here's one.
"Curly Love.
" Well, it's for love.
- I wasn't happy about it.
- Shit.
- Because this lasts for life.
- You liked it just fine.
This one is also for love, really.
For my friend, Zulema.
Because when she fell into a coma, I promised that if she woke up, I'd get the tattoo, and she woke up.
Let's see yours.
It's a four-leaf clover.
To give me luck in love.
And it will, you'll see.
- Show the other.
- What other? She has another.
You bitch.
Go on! Show it! I can't.
- I can't.
- She has another.
Bitch.
You look beautiful.
Thank you.
- What is it? - I don't know if I want to do this.
What's wrong? I canceled this visit three times.
Canceled confirmed, canceled, confirmed I drove the officer crazy.
Well, I'm glad you're here.
I was dying to see you, Kabila.
What's wrong? Is it your first time with a woman? No, it's not that.
It's just that No one has seen me naked since the operation.
Okay.
May I? Yes.
Yes? Are you sure? Tere? Tere? Tere? Tere.
Tere? Tere? Tere! Shit.
Tere! For God's sake! Tere, look at me.
Tere, it's all right.
Tere! Someone help me! Somebody come, for God's sake! Tere! Shit! Can somebody come? Someone help me! You're not going to talk, right? In the police academy, we were taught about "Ockham's razor.
" Sound familiar? Ockham was a fucking Englishman who used to say that the simplest explanation is always the most probable.
My grandmother called it, "Clear as the nose on your face.
" If that Englishman was in charge of this case, you'd be done for.
But in thirty years of service, do you know what I've done with "Ockham's razor?" I've said it's a load of balls, even at the risk of losing mine.
Your prints are on the shiv.
My instinct tells me you're innocent.
Sole, in fact we know you're not guilty of the murder of your second husband.
Help yourself.
You didn't kill Anabel.
That's wrong, Inspector.
I did kill Anabel.
I killed her a thousand times in my head.
Not a day went by that I didn't imagine a different death.
Inspector you have your evidence.
You have your suspect.
Let's not waste any more time.
I love the oriental greeting.
It's so respectful.
So clean.
With the sweat on people's hands - We're leaving in two weeks.
- I'm not going.
I won't risk my parole.
I'll get you the container number.
Then I'm out.
She stays and I don't plan to return.
I'll accompany you to the container so you're sure we're not lying to you.
And then, I'm gone.
I have already fulfilled my part of the deal.
I want the container number.
What deal? Oh, right.
It was seven numbers and four letters.
Eight.
Six.
Five.
Nine.
Six.
Three.
There was a three, right? I don't remember the order very well.
There are ten billion possible combinations.
Do you like sudokus? The number.
We're all going to keep to the plan.
Zulema will give you the number, but when you're out.
That makes it all more interesting and we avoid trips to the washing machine.
Do you know that when you show them the container, - they won't let you go? - I have a plan.
Zule, it's very cool but And the explosives? 'Cause it's not for my birthday, right? The Chinese have an escape plan.
We're going to escape with them, but they're not coming with us.
I'll be wearing a belt full of explosives under the uniform.
And when we get to the end of the road, I'll be the first to get out of the van to show where the container full of banknotes is and then Three two one zero.
Boom! Hello? Can you hear me? Yes.
Being kept inside is shit, right? I know all about that.
But hey, it's okay, because you've only four months left.
Time flies and then you'll be out.
And when you're out, you'll go wild.
You'll love it.
You'll see.
So, hold on.
And, in case you're wondering, you're going to be a boy.
- White, bald, with dark puffy eyes.
- Shit, Rizos! If it comes out like Sandoval, I'll try my hand at plastic surgery.
No, he'll be beautiful, like you.
- Like me? - Yes.
- Curly - What? We would be an amazing family.
Admit it.
Saray? What? I've fallen in love with a girl, in a big way.
Right! Let's see if I can guess.
The policewoman with short hair? Yeah.
Fine.
- She's a very special girl.
- Right.
You always say that.
Yes, but this time it's real.
- You always say that too.
- Okay.
But really, it's I don't know.
It's different.
And what's the difference? I can see myself getting old with her.
With our old people's ailments, and all that, and it doesn't scare me.
So, it doesn't look good? How long are we talking about? No more than six months.
The tumor has spread to the parietal lobe.
It's causing intracranial pressure.
That's why your head hurts.
I'm sorry.
But we can fight the pain.
There are opiate-based treatments such as methadone and morphine, that will help you Yes, I messed up.
Yes, I think you did.
If not for Antonia, you'd have died, Tere, of an overdose.
Do you have anything to say to your companions? Yes, of course.
That this was pretty stupid.
You think so? Yes, because in the end, all I did was deceive myself, and end up letting down the people who care about me.
You know? But think about it.
There are people here who can't have children, right? Or who can't lose weight, or can't be a real woman.
What about me? I'm sorry.
- I'm sorry, girls.
- Don't worry, go on.
- Shit! - Go on.
Well, the thing is, I can't give up drugs.
I can't do it.
I'm a junkie, and I'm going to be a junkie until the day I die.
Which will probably be from an overdose or because I choke on my own puke.
And this is fucking shit, I know, but that's the way it is.
And I don't want to fight anymore.
I That's it.
I can't take it anymore.
And accepting that I'm a junkie Fuck, it's such a relief for me.
It's given me a lot of peace.
And for the first time in many years I feel free.
I mean, truly free.
That feels good.
Look what I found among your things.
A neck pillow.
Where did you get it from, Goya? You know I have neck problems, Zule.
You've been moonlighting behind my back.
And I don't think you've been serving tea and cake, right? Who have they told you to kill? DELETE RECORD? RECORD DELETED Fucking hell.
There you go, breathe.
Breathe.
There.
Good, you're with us.
IN THE NEXT EPISODE Long live Mexico, bastards! - Swallow! - Don't swallow it.
Get me out of here.
I have something to offer you.
Kabila! You fucking bitch!
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