Have you killed someone?
I've seen many die.
A new girl!
Holy Mary, gorgeous.
She's a girl, they'll tear her apart.
Want some advice?
Stay clear of them.
It's their problem.
What's pathetic is fighting Macoqui over her.
- Adriana is old enough for the law. - She has no idea what's she's into.
Patricia.
Leave her alone!
Teresa and the new girl are trapped.
Someone locked them in.
Adriana!
I have a good idea of who could do it.
She would be alive in my cell.
But you had to save her from the claws of wild Paty.
You're going to tell me what the hell happened right now.
Adriana and I were talking and we heard a noise.
- We saw someone running out. - Did you see her face?
Yes.
La Ratona.
She was there at the time.
She ran out, we tried to go, but the door was closed.
Then, according to you...
Núñez started the fire?
I didn't see her starting the fire.
But it's obvious. Who else?
Was she alone?
La Ratona is a coward.
She was ordered.
Who?
La Macoqui.
Macoqui.
I thought you'd say that.
According to what I was told, Macoqui and you were after the girl.
And...
your girlfriend, Teresa, was jealous of the new girl, Adriana.
One moment, Mr. Director.
I don't have girlfriends.
And I'm not jealous.
That's true, Julio.
Teresa and I have nothing.
Patricia.
Are you trying to lie to me?
You asked me to change la Mexicana to your cell.
Because you got on together and liked each other.
And you, Teresa...
You wanted to get rid of her.
You took her to the library to set a trap for her.
But it went wrong.
And you almost died trying, along with your victim.
And how could I close the door from the outside?
Okay.
I still haven't solved that.
But I'll do it soon.
Now...
Explain something to me.
How could you come out of the library and leave that girl alone?
She was weak, no one could save her unless the fire took us too.
Stop confusing things, Julio.
La Macoqui started the fire, look in the right spot, you'll find proof.
You're ruled out because they saw you leaving your cell at the time.
But you...
If I learn that you lied to me,
I'll ask for your time to be doubled for the death of that girl.
Don't listen to him.
They'll find the truth.
Macoqui.
The director needs you.
What?
Do you want something?
I have to pee.
Nora.
Give me a smoke, come on.
I'm sorry, Teniente.
Things are hard after the fire, I don't want to lose my job.
Can I talk to the girls?
Thanks.
Where's Teresa?
In the toilet.
Poor girl.
The dead one, not Teresa.
I told Adriana that she deserved more.
And now the killer is as dead as the cyclist.
Poor girl.
Stop, Conejo.
If you hadn't come, la Mexicana would be dead too.
The director questioned me.
I told him my version.
The real one.
But there are many rumors, Teniente.
The prisoners believe what Macoqui and the southerners said.
You and la Mexicana look like murderers.
- What are you doing? - Discharging myself.
I'll have a nice bath and then I'll shut everyone's mouth.
Did you hear?
Do you think la Ratona will hold it?
I tried to calm her down.
But if they press her, she'll pee her pants.
No, no.
I already answered, Mr. Director.
I swear la Mexicana made that up, she's jealous of us.
How could I start a fire?
I was playing games with the girls at that time.
What girls?
Her, Macoqui, la Paisa, and...
And her, and me too...
Me too.
Ratona.
We'll watch all the videos of the prison.
We'll soon see if what you say is true.
Okay. You, you and you, in.
And me?
So...
what did you say?
Everything that you told me, but the director will have the videos.
They'll see if we were really playing when we started the fire, Macoqui.
- It's not good for us. - Silence.
Very good. Very good.
Yes, they were playing with us.
They beat us, right?
Paty.
Are you better?
A bit.
Why are you in my cell, Micaela?
Looking for evidence.
And look what I found.
Cooking oil.
Seems like your southerner friend will get some more time.
Where were you when the fire began?
Playing with my friends in the television room, sir.
Can I come in, sir?
- Come in. - Thank you.
You can go.
Excuse me, then.
Excuse me.
What's that, Micaela?
Can you go, Trinidad?
Mr. Director.
I found the oil in la Mexicana's clothes.
Bring Teresa Mendoza immediately.
I talked to the camera technician, the cameras have been off for two weeks.
The wires were being repaired. You gave the order yourself.
Damn it.
Bring la Mexicana now.
Calm down, I don't have a gun.
What do you want, bitch?
I know the fire is your fault.
You killed the girl because you couldn't beat me.
And now you want to destroy la Mexicana. But I'm here to make you pay.
So take care, and sleep with one eye open.
You'll never know where the knife that kills you is.
You must believe me.
That can of oil that you found in my clothes isn't mine.
They planted it to blame me.
Tell me, how could I lock it from the outside?
That was your alibi.
You took the girl to the library, knocked her out, and started the fire.
You locked the door and entered through the AC vent.
Just so you could make the guards believe that you were inside.
Then you left through the same vent,
so the firemen would believe you escaped.
Of course not, you made that up!
Patricia rescued me!
I have nothing against that girl! I never did!
Yes, you did, Mexicana.
I heard you threaten O'Farrell.
- Let her go, let her go! - Let go of me.
You're not better than Macoqui. You're the same.
Leave her alone.
- But that wasn't why... - There was motive and a weapon.
And enough proof and witnesses.
You were furious with jealousy.
- Of course not. Jealous? - A woman like that is very dangerous.
You'll have a lot to explain to the police and to the prosecutor.
Teresa Mendoza, you'll go to the punishment cell.
Until the trial for the murder of Adriana Amengual starts.
Take her to the cell.
You're making a mistake, Mr. Director. I just told you how it was.
You have to understand! What you say is illogical!
You must investigate it better, I wasn't against the girl!
You're making a mistake!
I can't wait anymore.
There she is!
They'll put her in la Cangreja.
Poor girl...
What are all of you looking at?
Come on! Clear out!
Clear out or you'll go to your cells.
I need a favor.
Go by my cell, okay?
Later.
Welcome to your new room.
BASED ON "LA REINA DEL SUR" BY ARTURO PÉREZ-REVERTE
This isn't a good time, Teniente. Things are messy.
Here.
There's 300 euros.
Don't play hard to get, this is easy.
Come on.
Go!
Here.
Your girlfriend, la Teniente, sends this.
"A book is a door to many roads.
Don't despair, I'll get you out.
Meanwhile, keep dreaming."
I'm not very good at that.
But you'll be the best.
When you do it with your man.
Stop crying. Shut up.
Do you know how meat burns when you set it on fire?
Well, that's how Adriana's skin burnt. That's how you'll burn unless you speak.
Was it her?
Macoqui told you to set the library on fire.
Say it!
No! Please, no.
"Today I sleep tired and weak.
Like one sleeps after a night of despair and rage.
During such nights, I've counted 3000 laps in my prison."
I know that feeling.
- No, no, no... - No? No what, idiot?
- I'll die if I speak. - Same here.
- She'll kill me. - Don't be dumb, no one will kill you.
Speak and we'll protect you.
You'll pay for two, for you and la Macoqui.
Speak or I'll burn you!
- Give me time! - La Teniente looks crazy.
I don't think you have much time, speak before...
I told you and you didn't listen.
Imagine what Adriana felt when she was burnt for your fault.
- Speak! - I will, I will.
Stop! Stop! She said she'll talk.
Don't be angry at her.
Okay.
Talk.
I'm listening.
Do you know that la Ratona talked?
Bullshit.
What could she say? What you made her say?
No. If she knows what's good for her, she'll talk.
A few more years in prison is much better than seeing you.
But you'll go to a maximum-security prison.
What do you think, bitch?
That I must hear you talking here?
I fight better than the devil. Better than you.
No one's better than me, beauty.
I'm one of the best, didn't la Mexicana tell you?
Your girlfriend doesn't talk to you?
You left evidence everywhere.
They're investigating the oil cans you left.
You think I'm stupid?
I wouldn't leave evidence. I told la Paisa and la Ratona to do it.
And the fingerprints on the lock are theirs too?
Oh, look!
You forgot that.
They'll follow that thread and... voilà!
Ten more years.
Counting all those things...
I think you'll leave prison...
when you're dead.
I'll kill you before, bitch!
What did you think? That I'm stupid like la Ratona?
I'll kill you like I killed your girlfriend, Adriana.
Is that enough or do you want her to kill me?
Guards,
take her.
Did you like my acting?
You need to read more. Books can teach you a lot.
No!
No, no!
Paty.
What did you expect?
I promised to get you out of here, and here I am, Edmond Dantès.
Come on, Count of Monte Cristo, here's Abbé Faria to save you.
No!
You're all bitches!
Bitches!
It's so nice to brush one's teeth.
And to sleep in a warm bed after being in la Cangreja.
Anyone would be sad there.
I'd have committed suicide if not for The Count of Monte Cristo.
What a great book.
I can't put it down.
Paty.
Are you asleep?
No.
Do you want to talk?
I'd rather you talk.
So you liked the book?
- A lot. - I told you.
I loved it.
I'm so in love with The Count of Monte Cristo.
I'm stuck in a part where he's...
He seems sad.
Remember his protector who teaches him?
I read the part where he dies.
And he takes his place, he wraps him in a blanket
and they throw him to the sea.
So he goes down to the bottom.
I don't know what will happen.
Look at me, Patricia!
It's your fault that she died. I want to see you cry.
So I know there's not just poison inside you.
Paty.
I know we said bad things to each other the last time we met.
But the truth is...
I'm nothing if not thankful.
And I owe you a lot, not just the book but everything you did.
All the times you saved me.
The thing is...
my soul twisted
when I saw her die.
And what I said was...
I felt guilty because I couldn't save her.
You are who you are.
And you're this way. I can't judge you.
Paty.
You are right.
I'm an idiot.
That girl died because of me.
I'm like Attila.
Where I go, grass stops growing.
I destroy all the good things I know.
A MONTH LATER...
Happy birthday.
For me?
All yours.
So you won't forget Abbé Faria, my Countess of Monte Cristo.
Now the birds sing
The moon has gone down
Cheers!
It's like we're in Mexico!
Thank you!
Thank you.
You're the best, Paty.
Drink all of it.
Girls! Let's go!
- Yes! - Drink some tequila.
Good night.
- This is the best drink ever. - Drink more.
I had a great time.
I haven't had such a nice birthday since el Güero.
Who was el Güero? The pilot?
Yes, Teniente, el Güero was the pilot. El Gallego was the sailor.
I mixed them up.
Let's change topics, I can't be sad now.
No, don't get sad.
I have such good times with you.
It's great.
Hug me!
A hug and some tequila.
On second thought,
if I think hard, I haven't had a friend like you.
But... Well, I did.
Yes. My friend Brenda.
She was like my sister.
She was my sister.
But, well...
May she rest in peace.
- That was for her. - Yes.
No, but really like you...
There wasn't... There was Fátima.
Fátima too.
She was so ignorant.
She still is, because she hasn't died.
But...
But I love her a lot.
I love her.
But like you, really...
You're special, Teniente. You're...
You seem big, you're...
You're great, you're...
You're polite, you're...
You know a lot about everything.
You've read a lot.
I like to see you when...
When you walk like this.
When you talk, very elegantly.
You look around and you look pretty.
Like you're a princess, you know?
A princess? No.
Like a queen.
I had never met anyone who made me feel like you either.
Paty...
It's...
- I don't... I don't like women, you know. - I know, I know.
I know you like macho men.
Handsome men that are this long.
I like them too, really.
But since there aren't any...
I'll settle.
Hey!
It's not important, we're drunk and it was just a little kiss.
Go to sleep.
- You know what? - What?
If it hadn't been for you,
this prison would be hell.
You're giving up, Mexicana.
That's worse than love.
At least here in prison.
- Listen, Teniente. - What?
Don't fall asleep.
What?
Nothing.
Tomorrow we won't remember what happened, okay?
As you wish, Mexicana.
But it happened.
Come here.
Come, Mexicana.
Come, princess.
Come with me.
Don't leave me.
Come here.
Don't go.
You're quick.
Only a dumb Gallego could love an iceberg.
That's how I wanted you.
Ready for a shipwreck?
A nightmare?
Calm down.
What time is it?
Half past five.
I don't know why I always thought I'd die at that time.
When it's not day or night.
The gray hour.
- There it goes again. - No.
They finally shut up.
They're so noisy.
Mexicana.
I'll tell you something.
I have a hidden treasure.
Calm down, Count of Monte Cristo.
- I won't die in this prison. - Tell me about your treasure.
It's a treasure everyone wanted.
But no one found it, those who hid it are all dead.
Sounds like a movie.
Sounds like real life.
I don't know if I can listen to your secrets now, Teniente.
- You say because of your hangover. - Yes, maybe.
I really drank a lot of tequila last night.
And who cares about treasure when we're locked here?
That's the good part of being here.
We don't have to think about what we left out.
What awaits as outside.
Let me sleep, okay? We'll talk about your treasure tomorrow.
The treasure does exist.
We have a future ahead of us.
That's not it.
In a place like this, there's no future, Teniente.
This is the last thing my lawyer said:
He sent me a letter saying I was dirt poor.
I have no money.
And I don't care.
I feel safer here.
Safe from what?
They've tried to kill you, it's bad.
Prison is for miserable people and those with no dreams.
I have mine. Big dreams.
Those treasures are dangerous, Teniente. I know it.
And me? I've paid a lot for them.
Three shots.
So I remember.
What's up with that treasure, Teniente O'Faria?
I'll go get it when I leave.
What for?
You have money, right?
The money I use here isn't mine. It's my family's.
The treasure I said is real money.
A lot. And it can generate even more.
Are you saying the truth?
Look me in the eyes and say it.
I swear it.
Does it have an owner?
- It's a good question. - No.
That's the only question.
It's a hard question to answer.
Some people looked for it.
They thought they had a right to have the treasure.
That was long ago.
No one knows I know.
That I have the magic key to find the treasure.
Wait, Patricia.
You're more lettered than me.
You have class, money, a last name.
You see things from above.
Me, however,
I have always been below.
So I know a lot of things that you don't.
I crashed a boat with a treasure that wasn't mine.
You've lived a lot.
That's what I like.
So I chose you.
And you haven't thought that I might talk about it elsewhere?
No.
I've watched you a long time.
You wouldn't.
You're quiet and loyal.
Some day I might propose to recover it.
You and me.
Together.
And why me?
You'll know in due time.
If you get there alive.
Time will tell.