All language subtitles for El Embarcadero - 02

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Ei!

-É meu carro.
-Certo.

-Eu estava se banhando e ...
-Hop no.

Eu ... Eu estava na água ...

e eu vê-los
levando tudo!

chaves do carro, ID, carteira, telefone celular.

-Eu não posso nem chamar minha esposa.
-Talvez é um sinal.

Um sinal de que eu não deveria ter
bebido licor que doce.

Um jantar de negócios, você sabe.
Eu tenho um embriagado bit.

-Eles alemães.
- "Tipsy", hein?

OK, então eu estava bêbado. Lá.
Então, eu queria dar um mergulho no oceano.

Refrescar-se um pouco.

Então eu disse, se eu tomar banho na minha cueca,
eu vou obter os assentos de carro molhado.

Então eu ir, OK ...

É lógico, se eu ir nu.

Parece completamente lógico para mim.

O que está acontecendo?

-Climb in!
-Estou chegando.

-Este cara está escapando. Você levá-lo.
-Está certo.

Estamos em casa, amigo.
Vamos lá. Aqui vamos nós.

-Você vive aqui?
-Vou te alguma coisa.

É muito grande para que ele deve caber.

-Muito obrigado.
-E eu achei estes, também.

-Obrigado novamente.
-Não se preocupe.

Uma bebida?
Copo de leite para ficar sóbrio?

Isso seria bom.
Então, onde posso ...?

Onde quer que você quer.

Temos que ir!

Não a geladeira aquecer
muito no verão?

Sim. É absolutamente faz, sim.

Mas dessa forma eu usá-lo mais.

Você quer dizer a varanda?
-Direita. E um deve.

Muitas vezes nos esquecemos o que temos.

Vamos dizer que você tem um terraço,
ou um jardim lindo,

e você acaba usando duas vezes
por ano, talvez quando os convidados visitar.

Então eu coloquei minha geladeira aqui fora.
E eu usá-lo o tempo todo.

Se conseguir um pouco de água ou ...
um copo de leite ...

Eu tenho tudo isso para mim mesmo.

Está tudo bem aqui,
e ninguém o está usando.

Portanto, esta é realmente ...

o quarto mais bonito em casa.

Gosto disso?

Obrigado.

Alex.

-Então, você disse a ela?
-O que exatamente?

O que você quer dizer?
Que você é a esposa de Oscar.

Que por causa de seu caso maldito
você não pode sequer lamentar seu marido!

Tudo o que nós viemos aqui para isso.

Não, eu não lhe disse.
-Então o que você falar?

Ela disse que é oito anos
eles estão juntos.

Mas estou muito melhor agora.
Vamos lá.

-Você está bem?
-Eu sou.

Vamos lá!

Esta mulher,
ela é muito atraente, sensual ...

O que você está tentando dizer?

Nada. Só que eu entendo
a atração. Fisicamente.

Essa não é a questão, querida'.

Só porque eu gosto de um cara de para baixo
a rua ou o ginásio

não significa que eu vou começar uma dupla
vida com ele, ou triplo ...

Mãe, o que eu estou dizendo é,
eu sei Oscar me amava.

Pegue? Ele me amou em pedaços,
até o osso. Eu posso ver você, mãe!

Eu não me importo se você fazer caretas,
eu sei o que eu sei.

Portanto, não há dúvida de que era
uma atração puramente física.

-Compreender
-Claro ... é possível.

Talvez ele fosse um daqueles caras
que precisam fazer amor

três ou quatro vezes por dia, certo?

Como alguns ... Tipo de Michael Douglas,
você sabe o que quero dizer?

É um vício como qualquer outro.
Há estudos científicos sobre o assunto.

Mas você dois tiveram uma vida sexual, também, certo?
Eu só não entendo.

Então talvez nós não fizemos amor
exatamente como os dois fariam.

-A atração puramente sexual.
-Para oito anos ...

Alex, darling...

Você me preocupou.
Você não pegar o telefone.

Me desculpe mamãe.

Você está tomando tranqüilizantes?

Não, é só cafeína.
Preciso me concentrar.

Há quanto tempo você não dormiu?

O que eu sei, 20, 30 horas ...

É que ... Eu descobri
a senha de e-mail do Oscar.

Eu impressos todos os seus mails
e mensagens WhatsApp.

Aqui está sua correspondência com ela.
Estes aqui estão comigo.

Estas são todas as suas viagens,
bilhetes simples,

viagens de nós dois juntos,
dele e dela.

Comigo ele faria viagens de cidade,
com ela era a natureza.

Parece que ele gostava de caminhar,
Mergulho mesmo ...

Sente-se para baixo para um segundo.

Se você estiver indo para me dizer
que eu sou obcecado: não.

Eu sei que já.
Mas eu preciso de respostas.

Claro que você faz.

A Greek philosopher once said,
Sokrates, or one of the sophists,

either way, what he said was:

"When you run into a problem,
look inside yourself first."

-Some kind of poor man's yoga or what?
-No.

Just that when something hurts so bad,
it usually comes from inside.

-I don't know what you mean.
-Wait, stay.

You're trying to decipher
a marriage of 15 years

by labeling your husband
as if he were a "sex addict",

sifting through his messages, tickets,
photos. It won't solve a thing.

But I need to understand it!
If not, there's no way I can cope.

This one, for instance.

"March 23rd, 2017.

At the airport on my way out
but miss making love to you already."

That's Oscar... to me.

March 24th, the next day. In Greece.
With her. Look at his face.

He's in love.

But this picture is
two weeks later, with me.

Look at his face.

There, too, he's in love!
It's the same face.

Look, here.

This day here...

This was a wonderful day.

-This way!
-It's raining cats and dogs!

Run!

Thank God you bought
this incredibly ugly sweater

that I am going to put on right now!

What are you looking at?

-What happened?
-I hit myself. It really hurts.

-It hurts?
-It hurts.

Let me see. Look at me.

I want you to draw all the pain
right onto the tip of my finger.

Get ready, because it will disappear.

"We were about to make love
in the car, like two teenagers."

And then he writes "ha ha ha",
and some smilies.

And then he goes on:
"Maybe it was the pink bra,

but it came over me, like an animal,
my feelings for her."

Who on earth talks to his lover
like that about his wife, Mom?

And who is this woman who lets herself
be talked to like that, about me?

I just don't get it. It's just
questions over questions!

-Don't shake your head, Mom!
-I'm not.

-What would you do?
-What I would do?

I'd search every last hole for every
message, photo, video they exchanged.

At the same time, I'd start drinking.
Morning, noon and night.

I'd take tranquilizers to sleep
and to make it through the day,

mixed with caffeine, to wake up.

After seven or eight weeks,
I'd throw in Prozac

to avoid depression
and wanting to kill myself.

And then, at least two or three times,
they'd lock me up in rehab.

But a really nice one.

Darling...

-I'll go take a shower.
-Good.

Then I'll go to the office
and get my life back.

Better yet.

-Can you clean up a bit?
-Of course.

I'm going to the interview.
I'm a wreck, wish me luck.

You don't need it.
Your work speaks for itself.

Plus, your best friend works there.

You really know how to calm a girl.

No! I love you.

-Bye.
-Good luck!

Fran, I can't do lunch
with the Hong Kong crowd.

You're kidding!
Anything wrong?

No, no, nothing bad.

-Something with Alex...
-Of course not. I just don't feel well.

OK. I'll glue on the damn chopsticks
so I won't look like a fool.

-Whatever.
-Thanks, man, I owe you.

Hello?

Just wanted
to give you back your clothes.

I was in the area for another business
meeting. So I thought I'd pass by.

You used softener.

-Don't tell me your wife ironed it.
-I did.

We take turns.

How about a grape juice?

-I haven't had grape juice in 25 years.
-So it's about time.

This house is a luxury.

-You think so?
-Yes.

Well, that's one way of seeing it.

The truth is, the Albufera's
always been the opposite.

-They used to eat rats here.
-Rats?

During the 50s.
Life was tough back then.

Rice and hardship.
As my grandpa used to say.

Good ol' grandpa,
always had a good story to tell.

Tell me one?

You want to hear one
of Grandpa's stories?

-Yeah, a funny one.
-OK.

There's this one he'd tell,
about the women, the rice pickers.

They'd come to wash their clothes
in one of the many alcoves here.

-Where the herons are now.
-If I knew what a Huron is...

Here, look.
See those hidden alcoves back there.

Over to the right.

So, there.

Now imagine how humid
it gets here, in August.

The poor women couldn't take it any
more and would bathe right there.

In their underskirts,

or whatever they were wearing,
some naked.

So the local town kids...

-They knew.
-Of course.

Of course they knew.

So they'd go and watch them bathe.

And jerk off, of course.

So they're wanking away
when, suddenly, one of them,

a boy called Visillas
starts yelling...

"Stop, guys, stop right now.
It's my mother!"

-I've got to go.
-Sure.

Come back whenever you like.
I'm always here.

So can we solve this now?
I want everyone's opinion. Fermin?

Alright, so... I want condoms.

-Seriously?
-In my vending machine?

Just put some in your wallet
and in a few years,

when they're expired,
you replace them.

What we need is a little bit
of everything...

Alexandra!
Welcome back, how are you?

Fine. How about you all?

-Fine.
-Don't stop what you're doing.

Really. What I need is job routine.
What are you dealing with?

About what to put
in the vending machines.

Perfect.

Minerva?

I'd like organic shakes,
no sugar added.

Right now there's only soft-drinks.

-Belén?
-Apples.

Granny Smith, if possible.

Who has ever bought an apple
from a vending machine?

-Roberto?
-Apples, too.

But I prefer the "reinetas",
and some chocolate...

Katia, let's go.

-Alex, what is this?
-I don't know, you tell me.

Basketball, bike riding, fishing.

Besides being the perfect husband
and that woman's lover,

think Oscar
was also the perfect dad?

That's ridiculous.

But who has pictures of a little girl
in his phone if not a dad?

It could be just her child.

But she's not older
than eight years, it fits.

Maybe she's married to another?
A lover? A niece?

And Oscar would have her niece's
pictures in his cellphone?

I don't know either, Alex.

So let's see...

Look at her chin, her eyes,
the same as Oscar's.

Enough!
I see no one's eyes nor chin here.

You went there,
didn't tell her who you were,

and came back to work, right?

I thought you'd lost it,
but here you are.

You're here.
So listen to me and do as I say.

You'll take these
and throw them away.

And you'll turn the page
and get on with your life. By yourself.

I'm by your side,
but it's you by yourself.

OK?

Oh, Katia...

-What's going on?
-We've got a meeting.

But something's cooking.

-How's that?
-He looked away. It means something.

-What's that mean?
-That he's about to fuck us over.

Why? We just sold the biggest
building ever for this company!

Listen, I know it's so insensitive
for me to ask but...

What?

-Can I count on you to push forward?
-Of course.

-You sure?
-Yes.

Because this project has taken
seven years and we'll finish it.

Katia, I have to work. It does me good.

So, we'll go in that meeting later
and we'll kick ass.

Hurry up. I'll head over.

-Hi!
-Blanca, you look great!

-Thank you.
-Let me introduce Paul.

-Delighted.
-My pleasure.

We read your novel.

We discussed it and, for sure, it's a
worthy successor to your former work.

-Thank you.
-But...

We think it's not quite
what the market needs.

You're the ones who decide
when and what I should write.

Right.

But the reader wants something
more emotional now.

A bit more like the new kids on the
block, Milena Busquets, Yasmina Reza...

They're wonderful writers.
But look, Carmen...

Those hot shots, they come
and they go. Like the tide.

They come and go.

Blanca, I value your view of reality.

But if you don't want the new kids
to throw you off the wagon,

you'll have to adapt to the times.

Adapt to the times!

As if a restless writer like me
wanted to repeat herself!

It's you, the editors, who ask
for the same novel over and over.

When you see a winner, you clone it:

movies, series, another novel...

Until you've killed it dead.

-Do you have something else?
-For two years I have!

Alright, alright.

Tell us about it.
So, I have this story about...

A woman... she's young...

a young professional... strong...

whose life is turned
upside down in seconds

when she sees her husband
dead on a slab.

The problem isn't
that he committed suicide.

It doesn't even hurt because
she can't even get to the pain.

It's a different reason.
It's another woman.

Another home, another life
that he's been leading for eight years.

Now this is no TV movie you'd
watch on a Saturday afternoon.

Because this other woman is
a force of nature...

I don't know why I came today.

I like talking to you,
the countryside and all...

It's so relaxing.

It's like a movie at the cinema.

So I may have to ask you
to pay admission.

-And for the grape juice, too.
-Of course.

-Want some?
-I don't smoke.

OK.

Veronica?

Call Conrado.

-What?
-Call the police.

What do I say, what's happening?

Veronica, I don't know what...

Come out.

Come out, I said.

-Come out of there!
-OK, OK.

On you go, down. Head down!

-Get down.
-I didn't do anything.

Oscar!

-What?
-Keep an eye on him.

You're back.
I wasn't expecting you.

Are you OK?

Let's split, get out of here,
Frankfurt maybe.

-Frankfurt?
-Everybody's heading to Germany.

-Let's beat it.
-Germany? And our friends?

-And the sun, the ocean, the...
-I just want to be with you.

-I don't care where we are.
-But, what are you saying, hon'?

You don't want to go to Germany,
you're nuts!

Hello?

Is someone home?

Arturo Meier's is the next gen
of architects.

He's a high-honors graduate
from Zurich Tech

and specializes
in high rises and their budgets.

So we're fortunate
to have him on board.

-Wonderful!
-No, no, please, it's vice versa.

When I look at your projects, the
skyscraper, all I can say is congrats.

Thanks so much.

But tell us a bit about yourself. What's
the highest building you've worked on?

I was involved in a 17-floor
building in Panama.

And you didn't get dizzy?

Look, it's obvious Arturo's field will
be budget affairs and paper work.

All architectural
and construction matters

will rest firmly with you and Alexandra.

So you can concentrate on your work,
while I deal with politicians,

investors, and budget matters.

Is there a problem with the budget?

Only that the investors' offer
doesn't cover the project costs.

That's strange.
The building costs 311 million euros.

The investors have committed
for 336 million.

So even if we go over
by a few million,

and we never do,
it still leaves a couple million.

Which pocket do they go to?

I'd like to know who we need
to pay off, and why?

Arturo, would you excuse us?

-Katia?
-Sure.

Where did you get that number?

From the Satch & Trust executive,
your British partners.

-You shagged the British investor?
-I'd say it was him shagging me.

Don't tell me you're jealous.
You make love to your wife, too.

It was never a problem.

-It's not the same thing.
-Yes it is.

-No.
-Explain yourself.

You're fucking a guy
this whole depends on.

-You're putting it all at risk.
-I am not. I screwed a guy, 's all.

Your stupid, uncalled for jealousy
is your problem, not mine.

-I'm not jealous.
-Is that so?

No, I'm not, I'm just asking you
to stop mixing job and private life.

Now you listen.

This is Alexandra's skyscraper.
Alexandra's.

So if you bring on some
high-honors fucking hot shot

to spy, to delay or to convince someone
that things can't go exactly as planned,

walls will come tumbling down.
Because I won't let that happen.

-Hello?
-Alex, where are you.

-I had to go.
-Where?

-To find out some things.
-You need to come in.

Bad things are happening.
I need you here, now.

-Say I had to go. I'm a widow...
-They're trying to screw us!

What I need to do can't wait.

How are you, dear?
So sorry for your loss...

Hi.

-How are you, Jun?
-Vero! How are you, hon'?

-Fine.
-What a shock...

Damn!

Are you OK?
Are you OK, wait, wait...

You're bleeding.

-I'm so sorry, I misjudged...
-Here, put this there.

It's you... Martina, right?

-It's me, Veronica.
-I'm really sorry.

It's not a problem.

Come home with me
so I can take care of that.

-Can you drive?
-I don't think so.

Fine, take your stuff and let's go.

Alex? Alex!

Darling?

There you go.

-You're not from here, right?
-No, I'm not.

I'm a biologist.

I'm doing a study
on the area's bird life.

How nice!
What kind of birds?

Ducks,
starlings, among others.

You won't have trouble
finding ducks here.

I think you're OK now.

Are you any better?

-I mean... about your husband?
-No, not my husband.

He was married.

Eight years...

Didn't it hurt knowing
he had another life, too?

Do you know the feeling

that when you love someone

you just want that person
to be happy?

And everything that makes
him happy, well...

makes you happy, too.

So, should we throw your blouse
in the washing machine?

You don't want to go studying
ducks blood-stained like that.

It'll dry here in no time.

Thanks.

What are you doing?

Hey, you're painting my nail!

-Dammit...
-Need help?

The washing machine's leaking
and I don't know why.

Thanks, pull...

A bit more...

From the other side.
One, two, three!

It's not there.

It's not there.

It's not there!
What isn't?

The tube.

Hi, honey.

-Hi, Mommy...
-Hi, sweetheart.

-What happened?
-Oh, it's nothing.

Just, the water leaked
from the washing machine.

Now look at this mess.

You have a wound.

You know what happened?

We had a little accident with our cars.
But it's all fine.

Oh, my darling...

Alright now,
let me make you some lunch!

Does it hurt?

-A bit.
-Wait, I'll heal it.

Right here...

So, you need to focus all your pain
right here onto my finger.

Ready?

Concentrate...

Close your eyes.

Like that.

Has it stopped hurting?

Yes.

No it hasn't, you're crying.

Mommy, can we call
Daddy to come and heal her?

It didn't work.

Daddy's at work, honey.

-He's on a trip.
-When's he coming back?

-Well...
-Did you know that...

-Sou um observador de aves!
-Sério?

Existem alguns realmente agradáveis
por perto de sua casa.

Na verdade, eu vou estar vivendo por aqui.

-Estou procurando um lugar.
Pára procurando então.

Porque temos um quarto no andar superior.
Você pode alugá-lo se você gosta ...

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