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

The last shot, then whoever saw it, saw it.

What would you like to do? A wedding?

That of the daughter of Víctor Ramala.

I'll give her a diamond tiara.

- Trafficking stuff. - We need a team.

- For tomorrow's party. - Cheers!

Is she here?

It's a wish.

Waterproof, cute girl.

I know, "cute girl."

Put it on.

- Give me. - Here.

- Everything is fine in the kitchen. - Ok.

- Let's go. - All right.

Don't worry, I do.

Translation and revision: Anton

Vis a vis: El oasis - 1x02 Il matrimonio

There are three darts players,

a family

and a bachelor party.

Do they know you arrived?

- I'm in no hurry. - Okay.

Are whore children born that way or do they become so?

The children of whores will sooner or later be punished.

What about you?

Will you be punished?

Take away my curiosity.

Curiosity killed the cat.

true.

Do you know why she chose you?

Men prefer blondes.

Door opening.

Do you have to turn it on?

Doesn't anyone come to pick you up?

There is a bus that runs every 40 minutes

and stops right here.

Do you have the yellow leaflet?

It's a ticket, so don't pay.

A ticket? You should have paid me a car after half a lifetime in here.

It would be nice.

These are the rules, sweetness.

And the lighter?

I hold the lighter.

How often did you say that happens?

Every 40 minutes.

- Has the last one passed so long? - No.

You're losing weight.

I'm never thin enough...

and quite rich.

What are you doing here?

I always imagined...

that my parents would come to pick me up.

My brother...

or Curly.

But when they released me...

or they were dead...

or they had come out of my life and I was alone.

Very alone.

You don't know what it feels like to be free

and have none.

In fact. I have no idea.

I heard you behaved very well.

I worked with the police twice.

Yes.

In the end, we all do.

Why did you come?

I don't know.

I was curious.

I wanted to know...

what would you do.

What will you do?

The bus does not pass.

If you want, I'll give you a pass.

Let's go to the cemetery.

She died at the age of 20.

I didn't know her.

Neither did I... and she was my daughter.

They don't even give you...

a piece of land to be eaten by worms.

They put you here.

In the middle of the marble.

It looks like a fucking warehouse.

It looks like an Ikea shit warehouse.

I lost a lot of things while I was in the hospital.

You didn't miss a thing.

It seems to me that it is not so.

The Zulema I knew would come out by force,

destroying everything.

Not from the door...

with a bus ticket.

You arrived, my driver.

But what do you do?

You always thought you were different from the others.

Zulema the indomitable.

You will end up like everyone else.

You will end up in a controlled house.

You will have to go to court every week.

They'll give you a shitty job, you'll be just an idiot.

You lost.

We lost both.

What's up?

Fuck these fucking flowers.

5 € per hour.

300 washes per day, drying included.

This is my life in freedom.

The uniform is not yellow,

but I still feel in prison.

It may sound strange, but I love the noise of the washing machines.

I almost died in a washing machine.

But, somehow...

It was like going back to my mother's womb,

between the amniotic fluid.

It's like I was reborn in one of these washing machines.

That noise is the only thing that can calm me down.

As if she were a lullaby.

I thought that after you got out of prison you would be at peace,

- Maca. - but peace has not arrived.

Maca, Maca.

How's insomnia?

How's insomnia?

Well.

I followed all the recommendations.

Ho...

learned to meditate.

- I did a lot of sports. - And did it work?

Yes.

I sleep a couple of hours a day.

Enough not to go crazy.

You should take medication, you can't go on like this.

I will not take any medication.

I already said I don't want to take anything.

I don't want to become a zombie.

Shit.

I slept better in prison.

Although every night was hell, I slept better there.

Now...

I can't close my eyes.

How...

Like a shock.

An internal shock.

As if I drank 50 Red Bulls.

I'm glad you intervened, Laura.

How are you feeling?

You need adrenaline.

The body asks you for risks, don't give them to you and fucks you.

You can't sleep, rest and live a normal life.

It happened to me when I came back from Afghanistan.

They say it is common among soldiers.

But in Afghanistan you met your partner, right?

Only he could understand me...

because he had passed by too.

I know how you feel, Maca.

- Laura? - Yes.

My friends call me Lean.

There are also civilians.

Let's not forget it.

Young man.

Can you bring us something to eat?

I don't take care of the kitchen, I warn those who take care of it.

I'm going.

- Hello. - Hello.

If we do something,

Zulema noticed.

- Calm down. - I'll calm down when this story is over.

I don't know what the fuck we're waiting for to intervene.

I was in all groups.

Anti-drug, Judicial.

I also dealt with gender-based violence.

I can recognize a Calcutta when I have it in front of me.

And what the fuck would a Calcutta be?

A policeman who falls in love with a prostitute.

Like our Tetuan colleague, do you remember?

Yes, that of the Brazilian with redone tits.

He made a stop at the brothel,

she gave him a nice blowjob.

Four laughs, a little tenderness...

and in the end they got married.

But a whore remains a whore.

I understand you like the informant.

If it happened to me, I would do it too.

Would you do it?

But what do you want to do?

Pérez.

That woman...

will use you as a Tampax

and I'll throw you in the trash.

Don't trust a woman who's been in prison.

Hi, I'm Goya. Leave a message.

Fuck!

I saw similar wounds when I was in the army.

Goya doesn't even answer. I don't know what the fuck happened.

Maca, you have to start thinking that maybe we're the only survivors.

- Let's go. - And where?

Let's go to the hospital so they can get the bullet out of you.

- Come on, let's go. - No, no, no.

- Come on, come on! Let's go! - No, no, no, no!

- We're not going anywhere. - Listen to me.

Hey, look at me.

You're dying.

We have to go to the hospital.