LOCKED UP YR 1 64406001002002 C4105704
This programme contains very strong language.
DIALLING TONE
- Mum? - Macarena! How are you?
Good. I'm calling to tell you I'm going on vacation. On a sailboat.
- How come? With whom? - Simón, the guy I mentioned.
But... this plan came up overnight, just like that?
Yes, I had some free time, so I said "Let's go".
So what about tomorrow's lunch? Your father was very excited about it.
I know. Well, you tell him, OK? You know how to deal with him.
OK, sweetie. Listen, watch out. The sea is treacherous.
Yes, Mum. But it's the Mediterranean, not the Atlantic.
We'll go to Formentor, to Sardinia, to Corfu...
All right, have fun. And call me when you can, OK?
- I won't get much of a signal. - I see.
When will you be back?
Macarena Ferreiro,
do you understand the crimes you are charged with?
Do you understand you're facing a seven-year sentence?
- Macarena, sweetie? - I don't know.
We haven't thought about it yet.
I don't think more than a month.
All right, sweetie. Have fun.
- Mum... - Yes?
I love you.
I love you too, very much. Take lots of pictures.
Wrap up warm, and eat well.
- Love you. - Right.
- Dad sends his love too. - Bye.
Whenever you're ready.
PRISONER'S ADMISSION
Our daughter just called.
She's going on vacation with friends. They've got a great plan lined up.
So she won't be coming to tomorrow's lunch?
# Here I am
# Are you near?
# No, not me
# Life in jail. #
LOCKED UP
Turn it off. And memorize the PIN number.
You may forget it after seven years.
Everything is S size. And there are six full changes of clothes.
Thanks, but I brought my own underwear.
I'm allergic to polyester.
That's an exercise band.
For stretching.
Lice shampoo?
Those aren't drugs. It's nothing weird, just royal jelly.
- It strengthens your defenses. - 40 pills?
- What'll you do when you run out? - I'm hoping to be out by then.
I'm here by mistake. I'll change my lawyer and I'll clear everything up.
This is a MIP prison. All personal effects are forbidden,
as well as using clothes not provided by the center. A contact number?
A relative, a friend... In case of emergency.
- What kind of emergency? - An accident, a heart attack...
- A stabbing with a rusty spike... - Curly! Why don't you shut up?
I'll give you my parents',
but only call them if there's no other choice, please.
- I haven't told them I'm here. - Come on!
- So what have you told them? - That I'm on a sailing trip.
You're kidding, right?
Number?
91-253...
32-23.
Come with me.
DOOR OPENS
DOOR CLOSES
My name is Paloma Garrido. I'm in charge of the cell blocks.
Although, to all the inmates, I'm just Chief Jailer.
Take off your clothes, please.
Leave them in the numbered baskets.
At Cruz del Sur the day starts at 7am.
So when you hear the siren tomorrow, you'll have 15 minutes to get dressed,
make your bed and line up to be counted in your cell.
Then, there's breakfast and workshops.
These will be explained to you shortly.
Any questions?
Can I make calls?
You must make an application for each call to be approved by management.
Can I apply for one?
Anything else?
I couldn't bring my toilet bag.
Will we get some soap and a toothbrush?
You get a basic sanitary kit. For anything else, there's a commissary.
- There, you can buy what you please. - With what money? They took it away.
You'll get jail cheques in exchange for your labor at the workshops.
Anything else?
Yes, are there bathrooms in the cells?
No, darling. There's a shared bathroom in each block.
It's forbidden to stand chatting at the corridors.
You're newbies.
As soon as you go through that door,
they'll humiliate you in order to subdue you.
They'll make you hide their drugs,
carry them around, collect them at fake private visits.
Don't do it.
Place your feet on the yellow line.
Turn around.
Place your hands on the wall.
Spread your legs.
You'll be asked for money and favors in exchange for protection.
Don't give in.
I advise you to stay strong.
In here, crimes mean an increase of your sentence
and immediately cancel
any attempt to reduce it.
I'm on my period.
Fabio.
Come in.
DOOR CLOSES
Next time, it won't be 20 days of suspension without pay.
Next time, you're fired. Am I clear?
Yes. I understand, Governor.
Well, now I want you to apologize.
You two settle your differences and start behaving like colleagues.
All right?
PHONE BUZZES
Look, Valbuena...
I made a mistake.
- I made a mistake punching you. - Yes?
- Yes, I called you. - Next time it won't be a punch.
Next time I'll rip your head off and bury it in a dung heap.
Now that everything's sorted out I want you to accept my apologies.
Damn, Valbuena.
Valbuena... Fuck!
DOOR CLOSES
- What happened? - He'll get over it.
We are surrounded by violence, Fabio.
We should be an example for these girls.
- That guy's an arsehole. - Get out!
DOOR CLOSES
Free passage is forbidden in Cell Block 2.
I repeat: free passage is forbidden in Cell Block 2.
Attention.
Dangerous inmates will be entering the courtyard in 5 minutes.
I've got three for Cell Block 2, one for Cell Block 3.
INMATES SHOUT AND WHISTLE
Hey you, blondie!
You're stiff as a stick.
Beautiful!
Bring the blondie here, Chief! Leave her here!
Juana Rodríguez. Cell 202.
INMATES SHOUT
Clara Gómez. Cell 233.
(SHOUTING) Silence!
Macarena Ferreiro. Cell 234.
Chief!
There must have been a mistake.
The newbie goes to another cell. We're full.
Macarena Ferreiro was assigned to this cell.
Go on. Put your things on that shelf and make your bed.
- Stop it, newbie. - Do what I said, Ferreiro.
- Don't do it. - Do it!
- No! - Do it, Ferreiro!
No.
You think you can do whatever you want because we let you have a pet here?
I'm just telling the Cell Block Chief that we're very cramped here.
If we have another inmate, she may have to sleep on the floor.
Right, girls?
- Answer, damn it! - Yes.
Fine.
I'll take her so you can't ruin her life.
You think you rule, but you're wrong.
So be very, very careful.
Let's go.
Why don't you check your mobile, Chief?
Then we'll see who rules and who'd better be careful.
DOOR CLOSES
Sorry, I'd like to change the number I gave in case of emergency.
I want to give you my brother's, my father's had a bypass.
You can request the change tomorrow.
- Back to work? - It seems so.
I'm glad.
Fabio, please, do me a favor. Take the new one to cell 225.
Ferreiro. Thanks.
- Let's go. - (INMATES SHOUTING) Blondie, are you hungry?
(INMATES SHOUTING) You're gonna eat a lot of pussy!
Look! She's like a Nancy doll.
Macarena Ferreiro. Cell 225.
No, no, no.
- No, I can't. I can't. - What's wrong?
I don't know.
I think I'm having an anxiety attack.
I need to see a doctor, please.
Are you trembling?
- No. - Blurred vision?
Dizziness, cramps or chest pain?
- No. - Then, there's nothing wrong.
Macarena Ferreiro, cell 225.
Hello. I'm new.
My name is Macarena.
THEY CACKLE
Welcome, love!
To the presidential suite of Cruz del Sur!
What a shame!
- You're pale as a ghost! - She's Snow White.
- Well I... - Have you seen the seven dwarfs?
- I'm tired. - Well, you'll rest perfectly in here.
- That's my bed, right? - The one down there.
100% memory foam.
That was the bed for group masturbation,
but, girls, now it's private.
- I'm going to lay down. - Bleach blonde, dark-haired pussy.
There's this one too: your brows tell the color of your bearded clam.
Let me see the brow? Oh! It's dark!
- She's not in the mood. - Rest, babe.
- Rest, you must be exhausted. - Exhausted, yes.
MOBILE PHONE TEXT ALERT CHIMES
UNKNOWN NUMBER
SHE GASPS
BABY CRIES
SHE EXCLAIMS
SHE BREATHES HEAVILY
A report? What for?
Are you done?
Shut the fuck up, I'm being interviewed!
I'll tell you: I'm here for personal reasons.
Because I'm innocent.
I found my cousin in my cabin trying to do nasty things to my girl.
I started beating him. I was blinded. I wasn't myself.
Several homicides.
We got a car from a friend, the car was stolen.
Suddenly the alarm went off, there was chaos and we got caught.
The first day here? You don't think you'll be here for such a long time.
When you arrive here, they get you in...
- They frisk you. - They undress you, they touch you...
It's like being raped.
I feel more sorry for them than for me.
Imagine what it's like to put your hand inside all those bitches.
Look! I felt like a queen on my first day here.
They gave me clothes and towels. There was even a buffet!
Like staying in a resort, but full of motherfuckers!
No, Macarena. No, love.
Look, both the sheet and the blanket must be tucked under, like this.
If they're loose you'll be penalized. So what's next?
What's your story, darling?
- Me? I'm from Madrid. Downtown. - No, she means why are you here?
Actually, I shouldn't be here. I'm here by mistake.
How many years did you get by mistake?
- Seven. - That's a very big mistake, isn't it?
We're all here by mistake. Do you believe in God?
Well, I went to a convent school.
I started to believe here. It feels good to pray before sleeping.
Father,
- I pray for the newbie. - Again. She does this every day!
Father, she has to learn to repent. Nobody gets seven years for no reason.
That's true!
- Just ignore her! - Fuck, girls! I'm praying.
I'm sorry.
I'm praying for Yolanda, too.
She'll leave in three weeks. Let us not see her again, please.
- You bitch! You'll miss me! - Lastly, I pray to you for Anabel.
Father, I needed a light to find my way,
but this girl needs street lights at Christmas!
- Amen. - Amen.
Mother Teresa! She burned her husband.
Why don't you shut up?
- You burnt your husband? - Well, darling...
after 16 years of physical and verbal abuse,
I found him in bed with my best friend.
Know what a burning man smells like?
No.
Bacon.
- Bacon! - Tasty!
- That one was spoiled. - Do you like bacon, Macarena?
SILENCE
Do you know what Allah and Christ have in common?
No.
Both are everywhere and both see everything.
That's how they must feel up there, right?
Up there, where?
In the CCTV room.
INDISTINCT CHATTER
Don't touch me, don't touch me.
Do you have a spare toothbrush?
- No, no. I don't. - Really?
- Go away. - You were lucky.
The cell, I mean.
Some others are much worse.
Get out, fucking junkie! Get out! I'm fed up with you!
- Why are you here? - I ran a business with my mother.
- Girls' bars. - Yeah, right!
And I had a shop. We sold blow.
- Why don't you go for a walk, Jacky? - Because I don't want to.
Nothing pisses men off more than seeing women succeed from nothing.
True. You and your mum really started at the bottom. Proper mongrels.
Macarena, she was the madam. She had 11 brothels.
She brought the girls from Romania in a minibus.
Workers and whores.
But freely! We didn't take away anybody's passport.
So now you're a refined businesswoman?
You had a hot pussy market. Just hanky panky!
Yoli's the one with a spectacular story.
- Yolanda? - She's the smartest in this prison.
In three weeks, she'll be in a five-star hotel in Brazil.
Brazil!
Why are you here, darling? Robbery, trafficking, prostitution...
No, no. I'm here by mistake. Really.
In fact, I need a new lawyer, but they said until Wednesday...
- I can get you one. - Really?
- Tomorrow. - Well, truth is...
First rule in prison: don't ask for favors. Right, Anabel?
Well, I do! I do ask for favors! I'm desperate.
I need to get out of here.
You'll have your lawyer tomorrow morning.
- I'll get you one. - Thanks.
SIREN
DOOR CLOSES
Goodnight, babe.
KISSES
LIGHTS OFF
DEEP SIGH
WHEEPING
The first night is the worst of all.
You can hear everything in here. Everything.
Steps, doors, toilets flushing, snores...
You can hear it all.
Then you get used to it.
PRISON DOORS CLOSE
ECHOED SHOUTS
PRISON DOOR CLOSES
Stay calm.
It's OK, baby. It's OK.
You can cry. We all cried the first night here.
Take it.
It'll protect you.
The Virgin of Macarena.
For Macarena.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
It's beautiful.
- The infinite. - Not at all.
It's an eight. The lucky number in China.
If it works in China, why shouldn't it work here?
If you want you can hold my hand while sleeping. I don't mind.
You'll feel calmer. You'll see.
It's all right.
PEN CLICKS
We accomplished the main goals.
But that's not enough. As you know, our situation is still delicate.
So an increase of capital is essential.
Now our financier will inform us about the recapitalization process.
Macarena, please.
As the president said, we need financial muscle.
Cash. So we can cover the payments for suppliers and banks.
The predictions for the next two trimesters show
that the company won't be able to survive without extra investment.
We can see an example of this here.
As you can see...
MUSIC
Chist...
Yoli.
Are you asleep?
Pretty much.
Let's smoke a cigarette in the bathroom. I had a bad day.
- I don't have tobacco. - I do.
CELL DOOR CLOSES
The Governor has it in for you, right?
She made you shake hands like good boys...
As if we were kids.
You should calm down with Valbuena and smooth things over.
His bullshit goes in one ear and out the other, that's it.
You shouldn't take the bait. It's not worth it, Fabio.
- Promise me. - I won't take the bait again.
What's your problem with rules?
I'm the only colleague you get on with and we've never gone for a drink.
Do you think that's normal? Say something, damn it!
Why is the laundry door open?
Hello?
Is anybody there?
DOOR CLOSES
Hey! How did you get in here?
You'll go into solitary confinement.
Shit!
Fuck!
But...
PANTING
What happened to her?
Her eyes are white...
Don't look. Let's get out of here.
Paloma, close the cells. We have a problem.
CELL DOORS ROLL SHUT
(WALKIE) Miranda, I'm sorry for waking you up.
-I wasn't asleep.
All right. Well, I...
I think you should come. Something serious has happened.
It's quite obvious she didn't die of natural causes.
- Of course not. - Oh, my God!
Why is she pink?
- It's OK. Calm down. - Everybody out!
The police are on their way.
MUSIC
I'd like to...
have children. I like them.
I'd like to have a house with a beautiful courtyard.
I'd like to travel somewhere. I don't know many places.
I've only been to Ceuta.
Maybe...
I don't know. I'd say falling in love but...
Yes, I guess, I don't know. But I want children.
LIGHTER STRIKES
PRISON ALARM BLARES
PRISON DOOR OPENS
OK, count's fine. You can have a shower.
Correct? Are you blind? Yolanda is missing!
- Come on, to the showers. - Where's Yolanda?
I saw her going out last night with that dark-haired girl.
- Which one? - Zulema?
Yes.
- Come on, to the showers. - I'm not feeling good.
I'll stay here.
Darling, this is prison, no one feels good here.
Be very careful what you say around here.
Or you'll end up a maid.
What's a maid?
A poor girl who didn't repay a favor in time
or who betrayed a powerful person.
If you ask for a favor,
make sure you're able to pay it back as soon as possible.
All right?
Come on! Come on!
SHE SCREAMS
INSECT REPELLENT SPRAYS
DOORBELL RINGS
I left her.
I left my wife.
Finally.
It's over.
I love you.
Put some cream on me, come on.
More effort.
Zulema. What about mine?
Give it to me.
You.
Off you go.
No, please, Zulema. Please, don't.
Please, please... Off you go!
Come on!
Come on, Casper. It's not that bad!
- Hello, blondie. - Hello.
- Can you give me some soap, please? - Of course.
Thanks. I'm Estefanía.
- Well, they call me Curly. - I'm Macarena.
- Macarena? Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
- How many did you get? - I'm waiting for the trial.
- Seven years. - Well,
seven years here... It'll be a long time without a partner.
I broke up with mine a few days ago.
- I'm sorry. - No, no. It's OK.
It sucked. I needed to change.
SHOUTS
Do you want to go out with me?
- What? - Do you want to go out with me?
- Thanks. No, I mean.... - Yes?
Thank you. Your offer flatters me,
but I can't, because...
I don't like women. I'm heterosexual.
We're all heterosexual here. It's OK.
There's no need to answer now. You can let me know another day.
Just think it over, OK?
- OK. - OK, cool.
- Teresita. - They just asked me...
- What did they ask you? - They just asked me...
- Are you being nice? - About my sex life!
Just relax, don't be dirty. I'll see you later.
Affection arises between women. You miss a hug, a kiss... Everything.
There are lots of fake dykes. I've always been a dyke.
They want affection. That's all.
- Are you a lesbian? - You know there are girls...
or prison officers, and...
If you compare them, you end up choosing the girls.
You know people don't want you.
That makes you feel free. I'm like dead from waist down.
I don't feel a thing, I don't feel any desire. See?
- Not even Mr. Finger. - I even have a callus.
- Your hair. - Again! Leave it!
- My hair's getting in my face. - I'll look terrible!
But it's mine. Tere! Tere!
Holy shit, fucking junkie. I hope she dies soon.
Cut, cut.
CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS
DOOR SLAMS
- How's your wife? - OK. It's a gradual process.
Getting used to her new life.
Everybody misses you at the police station.
I've got a Chinese assistant
who wouldn't find a clue inside a fluorescent circle.
Why don't you fuck off, Castillo?
- See? - What can you tell me about the girl?
They cooked her.
They cooked her?
With steam.
90 degrees Celsius.
VOICES IN BACKGROUND:
Thanks.
What the fuck are you doing here?
- I do as I please! - Leave right now!
- What's wrong with you? - Don't touch her!
- Calm down, calm down! - That's enough!
You, come here! Come here!
- Come here, next to me! - No, thank you.
- Come sit next to me, my lovely! - Thanks.
DETECTIVE:
I'm not hungry.
I'm not on strike, I just can't eat it. I can't.
You can go to the toilet and use your fingers to throw up,
but it's compulsory to eat it all.
I can't even lift the spoon.
All of it.
Well done.
Excuse me.
I made a friend yesterday. Well, a friend...
Her name is Yolanda. She wasn't there this morning.
Did something happen to her? Has she been punished?
She passed away.
What do you mean "passed away"?
What...?
- An accident or...? - They're investigating it.
By the way, did you see her leaving her cell last night?
THE TRAY HITS THE TABLE
Gosh! I'm sorry. Good morning.
- Sorry. - Finish your breakfast.
Do you mind?
Ten hours ago my friend was up there talking nonsense.
Would you mind taking her stuff a bit later, please?
I need some mourning time.
We need the free beds.
The newbies won't come until tomorrow.
Please.
A little humanity.
Yolanda's life fits in a 60 square centimeter box?
Everyone's does.
We should leave this picture here.
SHOVELS AT WORK
SIGHS
What's wrong, girl?
They told me Yolanda passed away.
- How did she die, Sole? - If it's not from an illness,
there are just two ways to die in prison.
Suicide or murder.
Many people here wanted to kill Yolanda.
Why?
Yolanda made a spectacular robbery.
I'm sorry, I don't know all the details.
Everything's specified in the report.
Yolanda and her boyfriend bought two written-off cars
from a scrap dealer.
They burnt them where an armored truck containing 9 million euros
would be passing.
It was a perfect plan.
Anyone can go into a bank with a gun and a stocking on their head.
But what she did...
The guards found a fatal accident and two victims.
A man covered in blood carrying what seemed to be a dying woman.
- Help! Help me, please! - Come on!
- Keep still! Motherfucker! - It was Yolanda.
They made them open the door,
aimed at them and took the 9 million euros.
They had the money,
but also two police cars following them closely.
They caught her, right?
She kept them entertained for a long time first.
The escape lasted 39 minutes down local roads,
and it ended up with a shooting.
Her boyfriend died.
When they caught her, there was no trace of the money.
They had buried it somewhere between Madrid and Segovia.
They didn't find the money?
She took its location to the grave, even though they searched for ages.
She was smarter than the cops and the dogs,
smarter than the detectives, smarter than anyone.
Yolanda switched the SIM card
when she realized they were about to be caught.
I guess she swallowed the other one.
- She ate it. - How can you be so sure about that?
Because the card in her phone was not the one she had used
to download data and guide them while escaping.
We didn't know until we compared the data with the phone operator.
The card she kept must show where the money's hidden.
Maybe coordinates or pictures or whatever.
Everybody thinks she kept it here.
Those bitches got into the cell,
and they searched and searched, turning everything upside down.
Do you mean a prisoner killed her to get the information?
That's what I'd like you to understand, Governor Aguirre.
They're working on an escape plan.
MUSIC
FLASH
IN MEMORY OF PABLO OLIVARES