Locked Up: The Oasis (Vis a Vis: El Oasis)

I quit.

To do what?

These things.

I give up this life, i need to change.

And what will you do?

- I want a normal life. - Normal?

- Normal. - What do you mean? What will you do?

For example... the cashier?

In a supermarket.

With your name written on the tag.

Well, your name isn't. You are wanted.

And you?

What do you want to do? Do you want to continue robbing jewelers?

Is this what you want to do?

You want to wipe your fingerprints or get a facial plastic?

Your face is in all the police stations in the country.

Well, come on...

Bring toilet paper at home, it's over.

I bought it.

PABLO ANTONIO LPZ HDZ.

Translation and proofreading: @PALH29

Vis a vis: El oasis - T1xE1 Like those couples that before have a son and then separate.

Put some more in.

Hi how are you?

Very well.

You run off mascara.

Your face is not new to me.

Yup.

I am wanted, it will be for this reason.

I'm very famous.

Yes, maybe that's why.

So what?

Then nothing.

Ok?

Slowly, huh.

Come on, David.

I'm going home, I'm tired.

- No, no. - Why? Leave me alone, please.

- I told you to leave me. - Come on, it's us!

- Fuck me. - Come on come on.

Leave me.

Will you let me pass?

Hey, don't go.

- Leave me! You must leave me! - Thats enough.

- What the fuck! Leave me! - David!

- And shut up! - David, that's enough.

- We were having fun. - No, no, no.

Leave me!

- Holy bitch! - David!

- Come in. - Leave me.

- Stay indoors. - What are you doing?

Leave me!

- Leave me! - What's up? What's up?

Shut up! Shut that fucking mouth!

What the fuck...

David.

David, there's a chick in the car.

- Thing? - Look.

Can you come down please? It's my car.

What is that? A toy gun?

Give me the cell phone.

Goldilocks, give me your cell phone. We play a game.

His friend and phone are called.

I call at random a number saved in the phone book.

If they say you are a good boy, you save yourself.

If they say you're an asshole, I'll blow your balls.

Let's see, let's see.

- Hello? - Sorry, what's your name?

Carlos.

Listen, sorry for the time, I just wanted to ask you a question.

I'm here with Carlos and I wanted to ask you if he is a good boy or an asshole.

What's going on? Who are you?

Reply.

It's not a joke.

Carlos is a son wonderful bitch.

Happy? At least bring her to bed here.

We don't go to bed together, but you saved yourself.

Go away, you fool.

Where are you going, David?

David the Dwarf.

Where are you going! Get out of the car. Power.

Give me that fucking cell phone.

- Motherfucker! - Give me the cell phone.

Come on.

It's a matter of luck.

Let's see if it's your lucky day.

Here it is.

What courage are you calling me?

Aren't you ashamed?

You're a son of a bitch!

After the last time, I can not move. You bastard!

It is not your lucky day.

You have been unlucky.

fit all...

but...

We settled in well.

A nice job.

We have been a Limited Company for two years

Do you want to give up?

And then give up.

The last blow.

The ending with a bang.

But why?

Do you want more money?

You are never rich enough.

And then... we like it.

We like it.

The last one.

Then who has seen, has seen.

What would you like to do?

A wedding?

You're joking, right?

Not just any wedding.

The marriage of the century.

That of the daughter of Víctor Ramala.

The drug trafficker?

The coca boss?

His only daughter, Kati,

will marry in Madrid.

He will give you a diamond tiara. Estimated value: 20 million.

It will take her to the wedding.

Stuff from traffickers.

Yup.

And how will we do it?

Do we come out of the cake?

Mónica Ramala, stepdaughter of the trafficker.

It has been a year in Cruz del Norte.

We shared the cell and the bathroom for three months.

She's a singer.

She's also a little drugged.

Will sing at the wedding.

We will insert a catering service.

Have you ever been a waitress?

I never made a cocktail.

It does not matter.

Searches, private security

and a safe with digital lock.

Ok.

We can't do it alone.

We need a team.

We have it.

The Lean.

Former sergeant. You know it, you did together social reintegration.

Unfortunately, has excited a superior.

He stuck it a screwdriver in the leg.

They gave her six years.

Small arms expert.

Triana Azcoitia.

A spoiled girl, that's all.

She hasn't been in prison, but don't be fooled.

He's awaiting trial for hacking closed circuits.

and last generation safes.

You know the last well.

Our fat woman.

He's not a lamb, he is not afraid to kill.

Sorry, I wanted to make a complaint.

We are closed.

Senta.

Popcorn isn't just made.

I said we're closed, what the fuck!

Maca!

Will you explain to me what do you have to do with robbery?

Goya, if it goes wrong...

you will spend five years dressed in yellow, you know.

What happens?

My girlfriend, Triana, is in the gang.

I don't give a shit about diamonds.

I got involved...

for love.

Since when do you organize the shots?

Everything will be fine.

Come on, Magra. Power!

So... let's go over the plan again?

Yup.

Come on, for the last time.

You must know the house...

You must know the place like your pockets.

What music do we put on?

Thing?

The soundtrack.

All cool series have music.

Ocean's Eleven, True Romance...

Something Spanish.

We, when we fuck, let's listen to Katy Perry.

It looks nice, but here we are organizing a robbery.

We are not in a disco.

- All right? - A ranchera.

A ranchera.

After all, we will have to do with Mexicans.

So when we're not together,

you will listen to it and remember me.

Of course, how they do it those couples who separate.

Come on.

At the beginning of the banquet, Goya will be in the kitchen.

Half the vigilantes will be there to eat.

If something happens, Goya will be the first to know.

They'll search us at the entrance.

We have to go in unarmed.

There will be disassembled weapons in food.

When there are aperitifs,