Cell 211 (Celda 211)

CELL 211

Valuable objects are checked in here.

It keeps the inmates from stealing.

They also hand over their mobile phones, belts, blades, razors...

Anything the guard thinks is dangerous gets removed.

- Shoelaces too? - Yeah.

You wouldn't believe what they do with shoelaces.

Scary?

Don't worry, you'll get used to it fast.

You'd better. These bastards end up getting out,

but you have to spend your whole fucking life here.

You can see it's a fucking shambles. All they do is patch it up.

We've got to wait till they've finished the new center.

The yard is obligatory from 9:00am until lunchtime.

They have a blast out there. Playing football, dealing stuff...

They've got it made.

In any case, these are the calmer ones.

We keep the big shots apart.

We call this patio "the strip". The only air a DSS ever breathes.

"Designated for Special Surveillance."

Murderers, jail breakers, psychopaths...

The best of every home.

We used to mix them with the others in the cell block,

but they'd go berserk over nothing. They run the show in here.

Many have AIDS and years left to serve, so they don't give a toss.

Nothing will happen to them if they cut you, so why hold back?

It gives them status with the other inmates.

Julian, this is Juan, the new guy. He starts tomorrow.

Nice to meet you. Why's he here?

He was bored so I'm showing him around.

- Don't scare him too much. - No.

- Bye. - They're artists.

- What is it? - Worse than a shotgun.

It'll blow a hole right through you. A piece of pipe and a spring to fire it.

- They can get powder? - They can get anything.

If you've got the dough, you can have sushi delivered.

- How do they get it in? - Family members during personal visits.

Other stuff we get for them...

To find out what's going on, get in with one of these boys.

That's how we came across the shotgun.

A Colombian named Apache gave it to us. You'll meet him.

We let him do his thing, and he tells us what's up.

Listen, Juan.

Never trust any of them.

Never forget where you are, and look them in the eye.

Never let them see you're scared.

Look them in the eye, but watch their hands. They're like magicians.

Nothing here, nothing there... and presto.

A nice little spoon.

- Bloody hell! - Damn!

- Shit! - It broke through the net.

- You all right down there? - We're fine! Just a close shave!

Are you OK, son?

- What's wrong? - Shit, you're bleeding.

Let's take him to the infirmary.

No, let's take him to cell 211. It's empty.

Why didn't we take him straight to the Infirmary?

I don't know.

Who could've imagined what was going to happen?

Hey, Malamadre!

Stroll's over!

Everything OK down there?

We're fine! Just a close shave!

German, get the doctor.

Juan, stay calm.

Look at me, Juan.

Look at me, son. Come on.

Look at me, Juan. Look at me.

Juan... Juan, look at me. Don't close your eyes.

Don't close your eyes!

They're taking the block! We have to go!

- They'll kill us, come on! - We can't leave him!

Come on, let's go! Please!

- Is the block sealed? - Completely.

Even the security area is locked down.

Did everyone get out?

Except Julian, he was watching the strip.

OK, we screwed up.

We have to locate Malamadre.

I'll bet anything he's behind this. And he has a hostage.

He has two.

Where did you come from?

Where did you come from?

Fucking shitty prison guards!

I'll slit your throats and rip your bollocks off, you bastards!

Pincho!

Pincho! Pincho, where's Malamadre?

Downstairs in the shop with Tachuela and Apache.

Watch cell 211 for me. Make sure nobody goes in or out.

Nobody!

His name is Juan Oliver. He's 30 years old, married...

He starts work on the first.

- Tomorrow? What's he doing here? - He wanted to see how things work.

This will give him an idea. How come he was left inside?

That's what I'd like to know.

Come on, let's go. They're waiting for you.

' Who'? _ Fuck Wm.!

Get outside!

Out! Go on!

Get out there!

Fucking move it!

He's with Pincho and Releches. Trouble.

Those two do anything Malamadre says.

Come on, damn it!

- And the cameras in the basement? - They've smashed them all.

- We've got to go in. - No. We wait for the SWAT team.

And get them killed like Medina two years ago?

We have weapons for emergencies.

They're only for self-defence.

Or that of a co-worker.

- I'm sorry, but it's either them or us. - What if they take a gun off us?

Armando's right. We have to wait.

Malamadre, here's the guy I told you about.

- Where did you come from? - From 211.

- That cell was empty. - Not any more.

Why are you bleeding?

I got beaten up.

So the guards beat you up on your first day.

You must've pissed them off.

Well...l do my best.

Hear that, Tachuela?

- He did his best. - They wasted no time.

Besides ball-busting, what are you in for?

First degree homicide.

- How much did they give you? - 19 years.

- You're probably innocent. - No.

I killed him and I'd do it again.

- I don't buy it. - Why not?

Because you don't look like a killer. You wouldn't hurt a fly.

So you're the prison shrink?

He's pushing his luck.

I wouldn't mind spending all day in a white robe handing out Valium.

One for you, one for me!

Utrilla probably had a lot of fun with him!

Put that out and strip down.

- What? - Take off your clothes.

- What for? - Mostly because I fucking said so.

- Lose the shirt! - Don't be shy!

Go on!

- Cutie pie! - Gorgeous!

- He's got nothing on! - Nothing?

Look at that thing! You're gonna love it here!

Hey,Bubba! You've got competition!

Turn around, let them see you.

Somebody's gonna get quite a mouthful!

How many have you strangled, Superman?

OK, that's enough. You've all had a little fun.

Back to your business. Everybody out.

You'd better watch out. You could win a beauty contest in here with that.

Who'd ever get undressed in front of all these queers?

Apache.

Listen up. Have your men get rid of the surveillance cameras.

- They've seen enough. - Right.

- Where's my clean underwear? - Did you check the second drawer?

I can only see the ones you gave me.

So?

I can't wear these to work.

Why not? You said you loved them.

I do, but they're personal.

So the gentleman wants to dress up for his first day of work at the prison.

Don't make fun of me.

I just think it's funny you're worried about your underwear.

I want to make a good impression.

Then don't wear anything.

You should leave a camera.

So they can see you later on, when you want to negotiate.

Cover it up. That way you control what they see and what they don't.

Not bad.

You just earned yourself some underwear.

Get him a clean pair of shorts. He can't go around with his balls hanging out.

Give him yours, dickhead. Move!

I'd leave that one.

Which one...Calzones?

That one.

It's Juan and he's with Malamadre.

What's he doing?

- Why's he covering the camera? - Clever bastard!

What is it?

He's tricking them. They think he's an inmate.

He's trying to tell us he's fine and he's tricked them.

OK, let everybody get this clear.

Nobody outside this room must know that Juan Oliver isn't an inmate.

If word gets out and they hear something, he's fucked.

The SWAT team is here.

I hope this kid's a good liar.

Recognise this bastard?

Look closely.

Is he the wanker who beat you up this morning?

No, it's not him.

How about that, Julian? Today's your lucky day.

You were in for some real punishment.

But I bet you remember Mufieco here.

Mufieco remembers you and your friends.

Went a bit too far, didn't you?

Look at him. Look at his face, he's a zombie.

He wasn't pretty before, but now he looks like shit. Wouldn't you say?

- Yes. - Yes, what?

Yes, he looks like shit.

You insult him and he doesn't even blink.

How many of you were in there letting him have it? Four? Five?