If you like the food you Indians eat that much,
go back to your ape country.
- Who is that blonde girl? - She's pure oligarchy.
Very funny.
But don't do it again.
Unless you want to die, okay?
- You know what your problem is? - What?
You think you're a man.
But you lack a thing,
what men have between their legs and women like so much.
Listen, listen.
I want to make some lines on that face.
I'm Fátima Manssur.
I'm Teresa Mendoza's friend and you?
Today a new girl made you look bad in front of everyone.
Little by little, even the idiots will stop fearing you.
Mendoza.
Pack up, you're moving.
Where?
Welcome, Mexicana.
Starting now, we're cellmates.
We met in a restaurant.
You grabbed my buttocks as you pleased.
Don't do it again.
The next time you touch me, one of us will die.
Understood?
That chick will go back home.
- Really? - I swear it on my name.
Carmela.
- You have my clothes? - I was surprised you hadn't come.
You don't wash?
Her? No! Her hands will fall off if she touches this soap.
She has royal blood.
I'm a parasite, dear. I live by exploiting the oppressed.
But a parasite with conscience, I pay well for the services they do.
And I hold the prison's economy.
She's a bitch.
But she's a bitch with pedigree.
The queen bee!
Yes.
- What about my nephew? - It's ready, Mr. Epifanio.
We'll bring him next week.
- Okay... - Listen. Sorry to meddle, but...
shouldn't you leave him there?
Yes, I should. But blood is thicker than water, right?
Yes.
I promised his mother, I must bring him.
Even if I shouldn't.
Okay.
So why are you here, pretty girl?
Come on, tell us.
I won't talk about my life or why I'm here.
Okay, here everyone knows about the rest.
There's nothing wrong.
- Of course. - Pass me the soap.
Leave la Mexicana alone. She won't talk with you or anyone.
Mendoza, O'Farrell, Mrs. Tejada wants to see you.
What now?
It's okay, let's go.
We'll wash it.
Yes, just what we need.
Thanks.
They get along very well.
Get along?
They're on a honeymoon.
Hello.
Hi! Welcome.
Well, well...
Patty, I'm so glad.
There are real wonders here.
My fingers are the only ones that touched them.
Yes.
This is a great donation. I thank you in your mates' name.
Hail Mary. Now you know what you have to do.
Of course.
Write that you're becoming a saint in your profile.
That your time here should be shorter so you can be canonized.
Right! You're getting smarter.
Look...
You're putting in a new AC?
You're very influential.
Why did you call us?
I thought you could work with Marcela.
She was a librarian before so this job is excellent for her.
She needs help, so I thought of you.
Why me?
Just tell me what to do, and I'll do it.
Marcela will be your boss, so do what she says.
The opening is in a week, girls.
So start working and smiling.
We'll have so much fun.
Great! I'm so excited about all this work...
What do I do?
Take those books out and we'll order them.
Okay?
What did you hear? Come here.
They were all gathered in the basement.
La Mexicana, la Coneja, the counselor and la Teniente.
They'll start a library.
- A library? - Yes!
Those slugs.
Get my women together, tell them we have an urgent meeting.
La Mexicana will understand why they're afraid of Colombians.
Go, now.
Amadis de Gaula?
Amadís de Gaula.
With those books, the classics.
You haven't read Amadís?
Well, don't say it in public, but it's a drag.
Is it good or bad?
Very boring.
And you?
You won't lift a finger?
I already did my part. I donated the books.
Look at this beautiful place!
No way!
What a nice time they're having! The pretty girls and their girlfriends.
This bookshop is great!
It's a library, Macoqui. They sell books in a bookshop.
Here we lend them so ignorant girls like you read them.
Only authorized prisoners can be here.
Come on.
And you're not, you're an ugly, vulgar southerner.
What a pity.
So if only posh Spaniards can be here, what's that cow doing here?
- Mexicana... - Okay.
I think you want to go to the Cangreja for three days on holiday.
I'll see you some other day with more time.
- Pretty ladies... - Come on! Get out! All of you.
What an idiot.
You stir dangerous passions, Mexicana.
I have a magnet for tragedies.
I hardly finished primary school.
It's a miracle I can read.
I thought so, Mexicana.
I'm very ignorant of literature.
Books are doors outside.
With them you learn, educate yourself, travel, imagine, dream...
You live other lives and multiply yours.
So if I want to start reading, where do I start?
What can we recommend her?
Cervantes? What else?
No.
I have one to make her love reading.
I've had it since I was little, the covers are worn-out.
The Count of Monte Cristo.
Okay, girls.
I'll go, I'm very tired.
What a lazy woman.
She gave you good advice.
Read, Teresa.
Nothing can show you other worlds like reading.
Yes.
It's true, I did it.
Everyone thought that my housewife life was perfect.
They didn't know that my husband was a son of a bitch.
That was his worst fault.
His damned mother.
But he was handsome.
That, he was.
I loved him when I married him.
I lived to please him.
Actually...
to please both of them.
Him and his damned mother.
That woman was born just to make my life impossible.
That Christmas...
I was sick of both of them.
We had a fight.
It was big fight.
We ran out of wine!
What's wrong with you?
That night...
my mind was clearer than ever before.
So I put bleach in the wine bottle which my mother-in-law loved.
What's bleach?
Sodium hydrochloride, it's stronger than chlorine.
An infallible poison.
I saw them die.
Just the way I had imagined it all those years.
Writhing in pain.
And before you ask, I'll say no.
I don't regret it at all.
I'd watch them writhing a thousand times more.
While they look at me with their shiny bleached eyes.
So tell me.
Did you kill someone?
I saw many people die.
Don't you ever do it.
You lose your fear that day.
You learn how terrible it is to have power
over your enemies' lives.
And you don't expect God to do justice for you.
You make justice by your own hand.
It's simple.
It's the 11 o'clock siren.
Tomorrow is another day.
You know what I'll do when I leave prison?
Get married again.
You have no idea how many boys write to me.
Can I have a smoke?
You liked the book?
It's great.
He was betrayed by everyone!
You're in good company, Teniente.
Hi, gorgeous.
Bye, bitches.
- Well said. - A new girl!
A new girl?
Poor girl.
It's a blue-eyed Gatica.
BASED ON "LA REINA DEL SUR" BY ARTURO PÉREZ-REVERTE
Conejo!
What, Nora?
This is Adriana, your new cellmate.
Hello.
La Gatica and la Coneja.
Come here. Nora!
Why don't you leave this beauty in my cell?
Why do you think?
Come with me to your cell.
I'll go to my cell, I'm tired of the outside.
Mexicana.
Your honeymoon is over, right?
Seems like your girlfriend fell in love with the new girl.
See you.
You're on my bed.
Don't worry, girl. I'll make it later again.
Cry.
The first day is the hardest.
Then you get used to it.
Why are you here?
I shouldn't be here.
I didn't want to. I swear it, ma'am.
Call me Conejo, don't be so formal.
We're all mates here.
Come on, tell me.
It's...
On my birthday...
my boyfriend threw a surprise party.
That day...
I was very drunk, I had drunk a lot.
I had...
I had been shooting up.
I was... so happy.
That didn't have to happen.
I went to my table...
and there he was.
My so-called best friend...
My best friend kissing my boyfriend.
I was so angry, it made me furious.
I had to teach her a lesson.
I took the keys.
I took the car.
I didn't notice...
I ran a red light.
And I didn't notice...
I ran over a cyclist.
I didn't see him.
When I left the car...
he was there.
He was lying there.
I killed him.
I don't know... it wasn't my fault. I didn't kill him.
How many years did you get?
Seven.
Seven years.
I'm sorry there's no life sentence in Spain.
- What? - Crocodile tears don't work with me.
The only one deserving pity is the dead man.
So come on! Get out!
And don't sit on my bed again!
Why are you waiting?
And order your things!
I hate messy things.
Makeup? Why?
For the same reason that warriors clean themselves.
Getting ready for battle.
- What battle? - Don't be naïve, Mexicana.
Hello.
- Hello. - Sorry, I was with la Teniente.
How can she do it? She's a girl.
You mean my little cellmate?
She's a very pretty and very dumb young lady.
She ran over a cyclist while drunk and high.
Whatever, she's a girl. They'll tear her apart.
Here's some advice.
Stay clear of them. It's their problem.
Unless you're also interested in the cyclist killer.
Of course not.
It's nothing, it's just...
She seems naïve, I want to help her.
Then help everyone.
Why do you care?
Philosophy.
Who the hell cares about philosophy in this pigsty?
Where does it go?
Up there. No one will read it.
Come here, honey.
- What? - Come here.
- No... - You're very pretty, honey.
- No, let me go... - In order to go through here,
you have to pay the fee, you have to give me a little kiss.
Leave her alone.
Stay here.
- You won't go... - Come with me.
María Tejada wants to interview you.
Right, Micaela?
That's right.
- Let me go. - Go, then.
You're a party pooper, you won't let me...
- You're shivering, girl. - Thank you.
- I was so scared. - Calm down. I'm Patricia O'Farrell.
- Pleased to meet you. - O'Farrell?
Like those from Jeréz?
Yes.
I can't believe it.
Yes, let's go.
This, up there.
In that pile over there. I'll give you a label.
Girls, look who I got to help with the library.
Hi, girls.
Pati told me what you do here, I want to help you.
- What can I do? - Isn't she like an angel from heaven?
Well, I don't know...
Look, there's a box.
Take the books out and make piles here.
- Okay? - Okay.
What?
How's it going?
With all your help...
Don't bother me.
Hi, Mexicana.
You won't talk? Is something wrong?
You've been busy, right?
- Will you make her your lapdog? - Are you jealous?
I don't care about who you like.
If it makes you happy, good.
What's pathetic is fighting Macoqui over her.
- She's old enough for the law. - She has no idea what's she's into.
With me, her future is bright.
As you know, I'm a good teacher.
Good night.
- It looks good, right? - We did it.
Yes, we're almost done.
Where's our benefactor and her friend, the cyclist killer?
- I haven't seen them recently. - For what they did...
better to be alone.
But Pati promised to bring books that she has in her cell.
- I'll get them. - Okay.
You look so pretty.
You're very pretty too.
More vodka?
More?
Yes, I liked it.
- Pati. - What?
I want to thank you because...
you were very nice.
And you helped me a lot.
And...
you're so classy.
I feel...
- I feel dizzy. - Okay.
Drink some more. You'll feel better.
Lie down, come on.
- I think it was the pot. - Yes, right?
The pot.
You're so nice. You're so classy.
You're very nice too.
And you're not like the rest. No.
You're so beautiful.
Such beautiful lips.
They're so beautiful.
I just want to kiss them.
Patricia.
Where are you going, Adriana?
What are you doing?
You can't tell me what to do.
Adriana!
- Let her go, let her go. - Let go of me!
You think she's better with Macoqui?
You think you're better than her? You're the same.
- She could be your daughter. - I'm not that old!
And stop talking, Southerner.
Leave her alone.
She threatened you.
You should complain.
Don't say nonsense.
Teresa is harmless.
Adriana.
What's wrong? What happened? Wait.
What's wrong?
This place is horrible.
Horrible.
I don't want to be here.
I can't trust anyone here.
What can I do? I can't stand it.
I want to die.
I want to die, I want to die, I want to die, I want to die.
No, I'm so dirty. Look at me, I'm disgusting.
I vomited and peed on myself.
It's okay.
Tell me, what happened? Is it something you ate?
It's...
We were having dinner and we went to the cell.
- Who? - Pati and me.
And we started smoking pot.
And she...
She kissed me.
I'm not like that.
I swear it, I'm not!
It was disgusting!
Wait! Don't worry.
Don't worry.
I don't want to go back.
I don't want to be alone.
I don't want to.
Listen, let's do this, Adriana.
Come with me to the library.
I'll get a clean uniform.
You help me out there.
You won't be alone.
How about that?
And she wanted me.
I didn't know Pati was like that.
- I swear, Mrs. Conejo... - Stop calling me Mrs. Conejo.
Call me Marcela or Conejo.
The girl told me what la Teniente did.
Don't cry, it's good to have suitors.
Conejo, leave the poor girl.
Poor girl? Remember she killed an innocent.
It wasn't my fault.
- It wasn't my fault. I told you... - You must learn how this prison works.
Why don't you teach her the lesson
in criminal sociology I told you, Teresa?
I must go.
How are you? Better?
Yes... I feel better now.
Don't cry anymore.
It's no good.
I won't stand this.
That's what we all say.
But then you learn to put up with it.
You must learn to take care of yourself.
Understand?
You must be patient.
Don't look at the clock or the calendar.
If you're afraid,
face it.
But how can I do that?
How? How can I face it?
I don't know.
No idea, I've lived in fear...
so long, that...
I don't know how I got used to it.
But it can't hurt me now.
However...
Ratona?
Let's go! Let's go!
It's closed.
Ratona!
Come on.
Teresa saw me, Maco.
It doesn't matter! Dead men tell no tales.
Come on!
Conejo!
Open! We're locked in!
There's fire!
There's a padlock! I'll get help!
Help!
- Help! - What's happening?
A fire! Teresa is trapped inside!
- There's a padlock! - Get reinforcements!
There's a fire in the library! Quick!
Let's go! We can't do anything! Let's go, Conejo!
- Come on! - We'll be back, Teresa!
What's happening?
- What is it? - What is it?
- What's going on? - What?
- What's happening? - Fire!
Fire! Fire!
Another fire drill, Conejo?
It's not a drill, Teniente. The library's on fire.
Teresa and the new girl are trapped. Someone locked them in.
We must save them.
Stop! Line up!
Come on!
- Don't push me! - Stop, Conejo!
La Conejo knows we're here.
She'll send someone.
Teresa!
We're going to die, we're going to die. Help us.
Calm down, Adriana. We won't die, it's okay.
Conejo will send someone, okay?
Teresa!
Teniente?
Teresa!
Teniente!
We're here! Help us!
Come here.
Here!
I can't! Help me!
Help me!
- Help me! - Come on.
Let me go up so you can.
Come on! Come up!
Get here and take my hand!
I can't! I can't!
Adriana!
Come on!
Breathe. We'll do everything we can.
Come on! Come on! Hurry!
She can't be Teresa, right?
Look! There! She's alive!
The death of the young girl is terrible.
Then there's no doubt that the fire was intentional?
That's right.
They used kitchen oil to start it.
Anyone with access to the kitchen could have started the fire.
Not anyone. Not anyone.
I'm pretty certain of who could do it.
Make your report, I'll deliver mine to the police today.
I can't stand this anymore.
I want to smoke right now.
We couldn't save her.
You did all you could, you know I did...
The only thing I know is that I saw la Ratona leaving the library.
She started the fire.
On Macoqui's orders.
If you and that bitch hadn't fought over Adriana,
she'd still be alive.
Don't blame me for that.
We know la Macoqui wanted to kill you.
You're an ungrateful, miserable, selfish Indian.
The least you could do is thank me, because I saved your life, idiot.
But you owe Adriana her death.
What can I do?
Cry? For a stupid girl who was at the wrong place in the wrong moment?
I didn't take her to the library. You took her, in case you forgot.
Whose fault was it?
She'd be alive in my cell.
But you had to save her from Pati, the savage.
Look where she is now.
I'm not a hypocrite.
Don't think you'll escape blame so easily.
Look at me.
Look at me, Patricia!
Just once in your life, regret something!
It's your fault she died. Both of you.
The only thing you care about is showing who has more power here.
And what are you?
You're just...
some poor wretches.
And you're just a wretch who thinks she's a princess.
And the other one is just a bully.
You're so pathetic.
As pathetic and unhappy as the rest of us, we're all the same here.
I want to see you cry.
So I know you're not just poison inside.
Cry.
Cry!
You're going to tell me what the hell happened, right now.
Who started the fire?
And how did Amengual die burnt?