Below Zero (Bajocero)

NETFLIX PRESENTS

Go to hell, man!

I already told you, I don't know shit!

Fuck! Just leave me alone. I swear! I don't know anything.

I already told you!

I already told you, I don't know anything.

No. No, please.

Please.

Please.

Where is she?

-I don't know where she is, I told you. -Tell me.

I don't know where she is, I swear. Please.

No, please, please, please, please.

Not quite so cocky now, are you?

- Please. - Chino.

I told you, I don't know where she is, I swear to God.

I'm begging you. I don't know where she--

No!

No!

Stop, you bastard!

Son of a bitch!

Yes, but we've been already waiting quite a while.

So, how long will that be?

Right. Right, thanks.

They said they'll be a while.

We'll be late for Emma .

You get Emma. I'll change the tire myself.

Are you sure?

Yeah, sure.

Sweetheart, listen to Daddy, okay?

Okay, I'll see you later.

Bye, Mommy.

What are we gonna do, Papi?

Hey, Papi?

- One sec. What is it, honey? -What happens to the old one?

What happens to it? Nothing. We throw it away.

But why?

Well, 'cause it's a wheel. What matters is that the car works.

I'm nearly done. Close the window. It's cold.

Come on, do it.

Hold on, for fuck's sake!

Hold on!

So, on Monday comes this week report,

and he's got the files, right? But within an hour he asked me…

Excuse me, guys. Let me through.

I kid you not. Who does that?

I mean, I was kind of nice to him, I guess, but…

Let go, you goddamn pig! Damn it! Don't fucking touch me.

-Hey, hey! Come on! -Don't touch me! I know my rights!

Quite the circus you got here.

What do you want?

Martín Salas.

The Northern precinct.

Oh, right. Here you are.

So, you're down for a prisoner transfer. Not bad for your first day, huh?

And with Montesinos, too. Good luck with that, man.

Changing room's at the end of the corridor.

Enjoy your meal.

You're wearing it again? You got some balls, really.

An earring doesn't make me any less of a police officer.

Yeah, but the sergeant won't like it.

He can get fucked. The union's backing me.

Makes me want to get a tattoo on my face just to really piss him off.

-You're Martín? -Yeah.

Montesinos.

Have you ever done a prisoner transfer around here before?

-No. -Well, you're gonna freeze your balls off.

Fuck. We've got miles of fucking back roads to the jail in Cuenca.

It's either that or a drive that's over three hours long.

Let's see how much snow there is.

Let's see. It seems all right.

So, why do they do the transfer at night? What's that about?

It happens sometimes. There's no fixed time, actually.

The main thing is discretion and safety, of course.

That's why they don't let us carry our cells

and they don't tell them they're being transferred until the last minute.

CORRECTIONAL FACILITY

-Hey there. - Good evening.

Go on.

-Thanks. -Thanks.

We're carrying six with an escort patrol car.

-How come? -We have a high-risk transfer, a Romanian.

He looks like a real motherfucker.

Boss of an international criminal gang.

-Mmm. -Arms and human trafficking.

When they arrested him, he had 200 girls working for him.

Oh, on a routine cell check, the motherfucker slit the guard's throat

with an iron shank he'd hidden in the sole of his shoe.

-There's always one gem. -Hope the others aren't as insane.

Yeah, there's a bit of everything. Most are minor offenses.

What else? Drug dealing and a couple of robberies, you know.

-Good evening. -Evening.

-You're gonna love this one. A politician. -Is he famous?

Body search room two. West wing.

-The officer will show you the way. -Okay, thanks.

No fucking idea. One of those accountant types.

Mihai Lungo.

- - Notice of transfer.

NOTICE OF PRISONER TRANSFER

Ramis, are you ready?

-It's about time, man. -Come on, let's go.

Come on, get dressed.

-You. - Thank you, officer.

Next.

Put your clothes there, please.

Cross your arms.

Open your mouth. Tongue against the roof of your mouth.

Tongue out. Move it around.

-Cough. -

Pull your underwear down. Hands behind your head.

Go on. Get dressed.

You. Next.

Put your clothes there.

Cross your arms.

Open your mouth.

Tongue against the roof of your mouth.

-Where are my lollipops at? - Here we go.

- You took them from me! -I'd appreciate you don't talk.

- Fuck it! -Son of a bitch! Miserable bastards!

-Cough. -

Pull your underwear down.

I mean, the shrink prescribed them to me for my anxiety, all right?

Bet you he has it on him.

Get dressed.

Oh, fuck me, man!

I'm sorry, all right?

Sorry, they were in my pocket.

You.

Next.

Right. Put your clothes over there.

What's that?

Don't take that off me, brother.

It's a memory of my sister.

Don't worry, I won't take it off. You will, though.

And now.

- Cross your arms. -Not yours, huh?

He knows. No one's gonna keep it.

It's going in the bag. Open your mouth.

Well, during the last search, you took a couple of my CDs.

- What are you telling me for? -Just saying.

You shouldn't take our music. It's sacred.

Get your clothes, pal.

You, next.

These guys are kind of annoying, huh?

Don't waste your breath, Pardo.

If you think they'll offer you money, you're wrong.

Put your clothes there.

You're Julio, right?

-I prefer Ramis. My stage name, you know? -Open your mouth.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

You're an old hand at this.

I'm a real professional. You can't trust these guys one bit.

You have no shame, Ramis.

I'm a true artist.

Come on. Get dressed.

You, next.

THE ENTREPRENEUR'S HANDBOOK

Hey, personal items aren't authorized during transfer.

-Sorry. - I'm studying.

Quite ambitious to set up a business in prison.

No, not here. No. In the Caribbean.

A fucking amazing bar.

You're all invited to the opening. No hard feelings.

Come on. Clothes over there.

-Open your mouth. -

-What's that? -It fucking hurts.

-Too fucking bad, asshole. -

Cough.

All right. Underwear.

Hands behind your head.

-You really enjoy eyeing up cocks. -What did you say?

Nothing. I didn't say a word.

Pull your underpants down, hands behind your head and squat.

-For what? - Did you hear what I said?

Hey, man, I--

Pull your underwear down now, hands behind your head and squat.

-Pants down? Why? -Do you want to get hurt?

All right, all right.

Come on, cough.

Cough harder.