If you've lied to me,
I'll ask the D.A. to double your sentence for that girl's death.
What are you doing in my cell?
Looking for evidence.
Look what I found.
Cooking oil.
You killed her because she wouldn't be yours.
Take care, trucker.
Keep your eyes open.
Or you'll never see what's coming to you.
You'll go to the punishment cell.
- Take her. - You're making a mistake.
I just explained it to you.
Macoqui told you to light the library on fire. Say it.
Say it! Say it!
I'll kill you like I killed Adriana.
Is that good enough for you?
Guards. Take her out of here.
I'd never met anyone who made me feel like you do.
Tomorrow... let's not remember what happened today.
But it did.
I'm talking about real money.
A lot of it. The kind that makes more money.
- Are you serious? - I swear.
JUSTICE DEPARTMENT COURT DOCUMENTS
Thank you, María.
So you've finished reading Pedro Páramo.
TWO YEARS LATER
I didn't understand it.
But I felt it.
The way he uses words makes me...
It fascinates me.
It's like traveling to a very Mexican place.
Mexican but also...
magical.
Dangerous, unknown. But also very well known to me.
Almost as if...
Like it's in my blood.
Like it's me who went to Comala.
And not Pedro Páramo.
All of the dead.
That sounded crazy.
No, not at all.
I understood.
Mendoza. Let's go to the head office.
- What did I do? - I don't know.
The governor will tell you. Come on.
This prison was created to punish all those women
who have made the terrible mistake of acting outside the law.
But we also believe that we should be able to amend them.
So, after an arduous evaluation,
the Justice Department has granted it.
Here's your probation.
You're a free woman starting tomorrow.
La Mexicana has been taken to the head office.
They should be telling her now.
I'll let you know.
Free? What do you mean free?
I have half my sentence left.
You'll do it outside.
You'll have to show up once a week to the police station in your area.
Cheer up, woman!
It's good news, right?
Yes. Of course it is.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Go and pack your stuff.
Yes.
Thanks again.
I wouldn't have done it without you.
You don't have to thank me.
You've done it all.
By being good and working hard.
You do owe it to O'Farrell.
She's gotten all the money and means to get your probation.
The parole request, and all the papers.
You'll be a free woman this time tomorrow.
I wish you good luck.
I'll need it.
Would you like me to call someone?
Yes. The only one who'll be happy.
MELILLA, SPAIN NORTHERN AFRICA
No! No way!
You've made me very happy! My God!
Yes, thanks for calling.
Thank you very much. Goodbye.
Girls. They just called to say she's coming out tomorrow.
Who? From where?
Are you dumb? Who do you think?
Teresa from jail. I'm so happy for her.
Wait, wait.
- So she's finished her sentence? - My girl.
I'm sure she's been very good.
When I tell Mohamed...!
So Teresa is out of jail.
I hope from now on, she learns her lesson,
and stays away from undesirables.
Let's finish cleaning, we're about to open!
Quickly!
Dris keeps bleeding from that wound.
- I'm very happy. - Me too.
So you'll be free tomorrow.
- What will you do with all that air? - I don't know.
Look for a job, I guess.
I learned some accounting with la Conejo. My English is better.
- That might not be useful here. - And you read a lot.
That might not be useful.
The English might be useful with tourists. I'll tell you what. Come.
You'll go here.
Someone owes me favors in Marbella.
He'll get you a job.
And... here you go.
Some money.
Don't say anything or start with your questions.
It's just a gift. Okay?
I'm glad you're going out.
Wait for me.
We'll meet again one day.
I know, Paty.
My friends.
I wish you luck outside.
May you have a nice welcome.
Remember me when you find glory.
Go on now.
If she finds glory, we'll be the last thing on her mind.
Come. Give me a hug.
Lucky girl.
We'll miss you here. But we'll envy you more.
I'll miss you all a lot, too.
Go and eat something, you're too thin.
My Conejo.
I owe you so much. You're a great woman.
- I'll miss you. - I'll miss you.
Don't cry or I'll start crying, too.
- Besides, I'll come to see you. - No way.
That's bad luck, isn't it?
Enjoy your life now and...
That's it. Go on, leave.
Aren't we saying goodbye?
For what? I'll see you soon.
Go on now.
I love you, Patricia.
Lie to me.
But lie a little better because I don't believe that.
- Go. Leave. - Go on.
Take care.
Fair winds and following seas!
Mexicana!
May God bless you.
Why did you put the ring on? Because I'm leaving?
I put it on long before you arrived.
So why marry me now?
Because I love you.
BASED ON "LA REINA DEL SUR" BY ARTURO PÉREZ-REVERTE
We bought this house eight years ago.
What? This house belongs to my husband.
Santiago Fisterra. Who sold it to you?
Mr. Eddie Álvarez.
Santiago was like a brother.
I'll get you out of jail, or my name is not Eddie Álvarez.
You'll be on the streets soon.
He'll pay for it.
I don't get it. Who are you?
Why all these questions?
Nothing. I'm sorry.
Kids. Kids, go home.
Go on, go on.
MARBELLA SOUTHERN SPAIN
Hello!
Yes?
La Teniente sent me.
- Who? - Paty O'Farrell.
Right. Of course.
You're la Mexicana. She told me.
Pick that up.
Well, then...
I need a place to sleep in and...
- a proper job because... - So that you don't mess up your parole.
I don't like ex-cons.
Least of all southerners.
But Paty was a good client, so I'll oblige.
No drugs or alcohol in front of the clients. No dating...
or sleeping with them.
And if you steal, you'll go back to where you came from.
Understood?
It's a 12-hour shift, plus what it takes to clean up everything.
Do you want it?
- I'll take it. - Very good.
You'll have three days to settle down.
Go to this boarding house, Paty paid for the first week.
I'll see you on Monday.
At eight o'clock. Be punctual.
- Thanks. - You're welcome.
What's up?
- Can I have a cigarette? - Yes.
I hadn't... seen you around.
Are you a tourist?
No. I work across the street.
Do you? Really?
I work over there.
El Camarón.
- What's this? - Tequila.
- May I? - Sure.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Like it?
- What? - The tequila.
That too.
Are you alone?
Yes.
Not anymore.
What if I... help you?
Come?
- Come? - Come with me.
No? I know a nice place.
It's over...
there.
Over...
It's a cave.
Beautiful sands... with Marbella's moon.
Pretty.
Or... we can go partying.
If you choose partying...
you have met...
the wildest man in Marbella.
Olé!
No?
- You know what they say. - What?
That war... ends in bed.
- Really? - Yes.
Kisses... are but a small battle.
And you know what? I'm ready for war.
- What is it? - Nothing.
I had it right here...
I had a condom.
May I advise you?
Don't tell a woman you're the wildest man in Marbella.
The city doesn't deserve it.
Look! I found it!
A YEAR LATER
Every rose has its thorns.
Teresa! What the hell are you doing? Get to work!
Well.
Here's your pay.
Tomorrow at eight. Be punctual.
- Tomorrow's Sunday... - I don't care.
And clean all this shit.
Be punctual!
Yes, yes.
Unbelievable.
CITY OF MARBELLA
Miss, what about the beers?
- Please. - Two beers.
- Sorry.
In a minute.
Come here.
- In a... - Now, damn it.
Leave that.
There's a millionaire on table 25, treat her very well.
Get it? She wants special champagne.
Take this to her.
Be good and you get a tip.
- But... - Fuck this up and you're out.
Go on.
- I don't... - Do it now!
- Here's your champagne. - Our champagne.
- Teniente! - Mexicana!
- I can't believe you're out! - I'm out!
We must celebrate. Come.
How are you?
Very well. I'm finally out, I can't believe it!
Well, how are you?
- You must have missed me. - Of course I did. A lot.
- When did you get out? - Three days ago.
And I've been pampering myself.
But I told myself to stop,
and get your Count of Monte Cristo, because your knight is here.
And we had to meet outside that prison.
And I'll take you to Jerez.
You're crazy. I love it.
They're throwing a party for me. And there's no party without you.
Cheers.
You're in luck. You'll be partying with Paty.
Be here on Monday at eight.
No way, honey.
We're going far away.
She won't make it.
You're prettier than ever.
Stop licking my boots, Tony, or I'll have the bar closed.
Until Monday.
Until never again!
Was he so bad?
Not really.
Okay. We have much to discuss.
- Tell me. - You tell me. How are the girls inside?
- Okay. - How's la Conejo?
- Fine, she misses you. - And I her.
How come O'Farrell is out and no one told me? Since when?
Three days ago. She was paroled for good behavior.
Good behavior my ass.
Millions spent on lawyers and judges. That's all.
Probably.
Fuck her.
She hasn't wasted any time.
Hey, Juárez.
If she was locked up for not spilling on the drugs,
why would she do it now?
Don't worry, she won't say anything.
Her missteps will take us to it.
This is for you, Flores.
Just be discreet.
This is the beginning.
When we have the other half ton,
there will be more.
JEREZ DE LA FRONTERA SPAIN
I've been to plenty of farms in Sinaloa, from traffickers.
They're the same. It looks Mexican.
There's more to see.
It looks like the castle of the Count of Monte Cristo.
- Your house is amazing. - If only it were mine.
- It belongs to the O'Farrells. - Mexicana,
there's a big gap between me and my family.
Let's get ready for the party.
Come on!
It's been so long!
Well, how are you?
Go on, come in.
It's not a bad party.
Mexicana, you look spectacular!
That hair!
I feel out of place among your guests...
Hey, don't be silly.
- You never fixed your hair in jail. - You never threw parties there.
We did have some.
Are your parents here?
No way. My old man lives locked up inside.
He's allergic to me and outdoors.
Let's get a drink.
There's a lot.
- Tequila? - Brought to you from Mexico.
Look at it.
- The good kind. - In the little cups.
- Tequila glasses. - Tequila glasses.
- That's a lot. - There you go.
- Thanks. - A martini for me.
- Thanks. - Thanks.
To you, Mexicana.
O'Farrell had a stable relationship with la Mexicana in prison.
They were... inseparable.
She got her out of jail.
It's no surprise the rich bitch has contacted her now.
What's her name?
Teresa Mendoza.
- In jail for...? - Drug trafficking.
Her then-husband and her trafficked hashish over the strait.
They were legendary.
They say she also drove the boats.
But their luck ran out.
Drug trafficking, speedboats.
That's a convenient friend for Paty O'Farrell.
Isn't it?
I hadn't seen you here before. Do I know you?
No.
- Where are you from? - Mexico.
She's my friend, Teo.
Look who's here.
Not even jail has spoiled your beauty.
Liar. You're not so bad either.
I'll introduce myself, then.
I'm Teo. Nice to meet you.
Teresa Mendoza. Likewise.
Teresa. A Mexican, then?
- Anything else I should know? - We met in jail.
Be careful with him. He's more popular than Don Juan.
And his wife's a bore.
Shall we go?
Well, I got the message.
Pleased to meet you. I hope she lets you free sometime.
And I love you anyway.
You like them handsome.
I won't lie to you.
He's the most handsome man I've seen in a while. And his smile...
Not bad.
We need to talk business now.
I had a handsome boyfriend.
He was also stupid. Jaime Arenas.
Charming. From a good family.
A good-for-nothing, like me.
He made mistakes in places where you pay them with your life.
He wanted to enter the world of cocaine by dealing with Russians.
He connected with the Medellín Cartel and worked as a link between them.
They agreed on a ton of pure cocaine to Europe.
Jaime would get it in.
My ex-boyfriend had partners. Customs inspectors.
The cocaine would enter through Málaga.
But he and his partners thought they could make more money.
They asked more from the Russians.
They hid the cocaine. He hid half of it, his partners the other half elsewhere.
They hid it well.
- That's why... - They were following us when we met.
Let's go.
What's with her...
The Russians didn't stop until he was dead.
I was close.
When I left the hospital, the police kept asking where the drug was.
I swore I didn't know.
They believed me.
Except for one, who sent me to jail to make me talk.
Wait, so...
you know where the half-ton is.
That's the treasure you mentioned.
Any thoughts?
None at all.
Why did I tell you all this?
That's easy, Paty.
You want my help in getting the coke.
You know how to do it.
You know how to go there and how to get back.
What will happen when the owners find out?
What owners? No one remembers. It happened years ago.
Everyone remembers half a ton of coke, Patricia.
- Forever. - Okay.
We'll negotiate if we have to.
What do I get?
Half of it. We're partners.
It's the first time you address me with respect.
I think it was this way.
Were you here or not?
I need a cigarette.
- Paty. - What?
- We still have the chance. - Of what?
Of going back.
Don't be silly. Come on.
- Some dreams can kill. - And?
Imagine.
In this place... no one would find out if you killed me.
You could stab me and no one would know.
Just like in all those pirate books you lent me.
Shut up.
My God.
What's so funny?
Turns out la Teniente is scared. Your voice is wavering.
It should be here.
It's here.
The treasure of the Count of Monte Cristo, Mexicana!
And it's all ours.