All language subtitles for Who.is.Erin.Carter.S01E03.1080p.WEB.h264

Anzo!

Anzo!

Anzo!

Anzo.

♪ Here we go ♪

♪ Tearing up the road
Until the next show ♪

♪ Fall asleep
My head against the window ♪

♪ Wake up in another town and then go... ♪

Harp!

Goggles.

Erin.

Finally. Didn't you get my message?

I did, yes. All of them.

And the missed calls too.

I need to know
if that photo was sent out.

Well, things got a little busy, you know.

A body was found in the forest.

Near Espinalbas.

Shit.

Okay, well, that's not good.

There's no ID, no evidence,
I doubt forensics will pull much,

but no, it's not good at all.

I just need to know that no one
is coming after me or my family.

Hold on. Give me a sec.

- Are you still there?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm here.

Well? Was it sent?

So, it looks like Agustín
did send out your photo.

Do you know who to?

A number in his contacts listed
as Valeria.

Valeria? Okay, do you know who that is?
Are they're going to come after me?

She's Agustín's personal assistant.
I mean, it was a snatched photo.

The chances of anyone tracking you down
from that is almost zero.

Almost isn't good enough, okay?
Almost doesn't keep my family safe.

Look,
let me worry about the body, okay?

You don't want to draw any more
attention to yourself,

so stay home, stay calm
and try not to worry, please.

- Erin!
- Yeah, okay.

Harp. Come on, we need to go

No.

I wasn't asking.

I'm playing with my friends.

Can you please get out the pool?

Come on. Get out, please.

Harp!

Penelope, hi.

Erin, my favorite neighbor.

Uh, could you do me a favor
and keep an eye on Harper?

She knows how to get home,
but I have to dash.

There's an emergency at school,
so they need someone to cover sports.

Is that okay?

Of course. She can even come
with us for lunch.

Oh, no. No, no, no,
that's not necessary. No.

It's no problem. It'll be good for her to
have a proper home-cooked meal for once.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

Harp!

Penelope's gonna look after you, okay?
I'll be back soon. Have fun!

Who leaves their daughter alone at a pool?

Estrada.

- Hello?
- Erin Carter.

This is Daniel Lang.

Daniel Lang?

We met the other day.

My son Dylan took a rather artistic
approach to his mock exams.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, of course.
Sorry. Is everything all right with Dylan?

He's fine. There's something
else I wanted to discuss.

Hey, look,
rather than do this over the phone,

I was wondering if you and your husband
are free for dinner tonight?

- Nothing fancy just...
- Yeah.

...somewhere local.

Absolutely. Yeah, just sounds lovely.
We'll... Just send me the details.

Okay. Great.

Okay. Bye.

- Are you Valeria Estrada?
- No.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

- Get out!
- Whoa.

- Easy now.
- Get the fuck out.

Easy. Okay?

Someone sent you my photo of me,
and I need you to delete it.

- Because?
- Because it's a misunderstanding.

- Put the knife down.
- No, I'm not putting it down.

Put the knife down.

No.

What the fuck!

That was actually quite cool.

Who are you?

Okay.

Your boss Agustín sent out my photo
because he thinks I'm someone else.

Really?
So who does he think you are?

Oh my G... The point is, I need to know
if anyone else has this photo

and I need you to delete it.

I don't have time for this.

- Well, make time.
- Come on. I need to leave.

And you need to get out of here.

Whoa! Give me my bag!

You want your bag back, delete the photo.

You have no idea what you're messing with.

I don't. No. That's the point.

Okay, look, Agustín got
killed in a hit-and-run last night.

He's involved with some bad people.

I wake up
and I've got your photo on my phone

'cause he wanted to know who you were.

I didn't know that,
and I'm sorry for your loss.

How did you know he'd sent me your photo?

- Wow. That's a very good question.
- Yeah, it is.

- Have you got someone else with you?
- No.

Fuck.

Where is it?

Where is it? Huh?

Ah! ¡Puta!

Ah!

Ah!

Go, go, go!

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

- ¡Vamos! ¡Levanta! ¡Rápido!
- No!

That was my fucking money.

No!

Fuck.

No, what are you doing? No.

Let's go! Let's go!

Go, go, go!

Just keep going! Come on.

Go, go, go, go, go!

No, no, no.

Fuck.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Who are those men?

They work for Agustín's boss.
Organized crime, bad people.

It was all fine until he died.

And then this morning
all these people came to work,

pulling files, checking all the fucking...

I don't know the word. Comptes, you know.

The accounts?

Yes, yes. And they see money is missing,
and they think it's me.

But it is you.

Yes, but they didn't know that.

I was smart. I only took a little bit
each time I was cleaning their money.

If he hadn't died,
nobody would have known.

Just to be clear, organized crime,
laundering money through his law firm,

you stole from them,
and you think that's smart?

You wouldn't understand.
I just wanted a better life.

How much?

Twelve.

Twelve thousand and 32 euros.
You lost it all.

That man was choking you.
Okay, I was trying to help you.

If you hadn't come looking for me,

I'd have been gone before they showed up,

so either get me my money back
by tomorrow

or I'm sending your photo to every fucking
person in Agustín's address book. Bye.

No, no, Va...

Valeria!

You have until tomorrow.

Shit.

- Officer Martín?
- Yes.

I'm Gei Pérez.

Thanks for the tip-off.

How are you?

I'm fine.

Hey, look.

Your information gave us clues
about the gangs.

Names, manifests, schedules.

I don't know if it interests you.

Yes.

Of course I'm interested.

It's a lot of work.

You are a good cop like your father.

Yeah, sure.

Sonia, hold on.

- They've ID'd her?
- Yes.

- The media's been informed.
- Who is she?

Uh, Margot Müller.

The UK police are looking for her.

Armed robbery, assault, theft.

Fuck.

I guess that's good news.
At least she's not a regular person.

Emily. I'm coming for you, Emily.

Gotcha.

Ah!

Got you!

Um, have you finished cleaning?

Oh.

No. Sorry.

Come on, sweetie.

- Hello.
- Check the news.

Margot Müller's dead. Barcelona.

Wait, what?

BODY FOUND IDENTIFIED AS MARGOT MÜLLER

Oh my God.

- What are you doing?
- Give me a second.

- No, get off.
- No, please.

- Get off my computer!
- Please, just give me...

Ah!

I'm calling the police.

Here it is, pizza for everyone!

Gracias.

You don't need to thank
the help. They get paid anyway.

I'm Harper.

Dude, you don't want her mum
to kill you, do you?

- It's just a joke.
- Yeah.

I'm going to go find the bathroom now.

I know you're busy,
but you were meant to be home today.

You said you'd help me prepare for
the tennis tournament. It's a lot of work.

I'm not whining.
I'm just asking when you'll be home.

Am I not allowed to do that?

Yes. I know. I know. I...

Yes.

What?

- Sorry.
- Wait.

Come here.

Your hair is tangled.

You need to brush it properly
after swimming.

Sit.

Antonio was so cute when he was small.

Boys always are.

Then they grow up
and turn into their fathers.

I'm sorry.

That's not your fault.

No.

I'm sorry.

For hitting him?

Your mother said
he was making fun of your eyes.

What is it like?

It's like this.

Like, I can only see round the outside.

It's genetic.

From your mother or your father?

Dad, I think.

And who was your real dad?

I don't know.

Mum doesn't like to talk
about that kind of stuff.

Well, I don't want
to cause any trouble, but

when people don't want
to answer your questions,

that's a good reason
to keep on asking them.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Someone got a makeover.

Oh.

I can see that.

Penelope did my hair.

It's... great.

- I knew you'd hate it.
- No, I don't...

At least she spent time with me.

Harp!

Did you see that?

Penelope is messing with me.
This is like a big, braided fuck you.

Oh, come on.

Maybe, just run with me on this one,

maybe she just wanted to do
something fun with Harper.

Yeah, sure.

She did look after her at the last minute.

- Why isn't this fucking...
- Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

I actually quite like her hair.
I didn't want to leave her at the pool.

I just didn't have a choice.

I know.
And Harper knows that too.

Please turn around.

You know, a week ago
I went into a supermarket,

and ever since then, I just want my...

old life back.

It'll take some time.

Last warning.

Stay away from the gangs.

Stop the investigation.

Erin, we should get going.

Erin!

Shit.

That's him.

Oh.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How are you?
- Nice to see you.

Nice to see you too.

- Daniel.
- Jordi.

So, word of warning,
I've not made milkshakes in a while.

Hmm. Penelope has a milkshake machine.

- She also has an ice cream maker.
- Mmm.

- Well, Penelope is very special.
- Mmm.

I'm not sure her husband thinks so.

I heard them fighting on the phone.

Harper Carter, you are turning into
a right little gossip.

All right. Ooh.

Do you have any baby photos?

Of my kids?

- Sure. Would you like to see them?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Here goes.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Must've tripped a fuse.

- Uh, do you know where the box is?
- I think it's through there.

Right. Let me see if I can fix it
without burning the house down.

Uh, here we are...

Oh, bugger...

What is it, Harper?

So, Dylan's been kicked out
of three schools already, or

he's been excluded
from three schools already.

And every time I enroll him in a new one,

assurances have to be made,

usually alongside a friendly donation.

Anyway, point is, I would like
to take him out of the system

and have him homeschooled.

Okay, yeah.

You want me to be Dylan's tutor?

Yeah.

Full-time.

Wait, so Erin would have to leave her job
at the school?

Yeah, but I will match whatever
St. Joseph's pay their full-time staff.

That's...
that's quite an expense.

I look at it more as an investment
rather than a cost.

And what if I need some money upfront?

Would that be possible?

Okay, babe,
we're not struggling that much.

Sure.

We can discuss a signing on fee.

Yeah.

I think it's a terrible idea.

Okay.

Dylan's trying to get
a reaction out of you.

And if you pull him out of school,
that just means he's won.

Now, you said that he needed a tutor.

Well, yeah, after hours, yes.

But it's taken me a lot of work
to establish myself at St. Joseph's

and I'm not gonna risk that

for someone who might change their mind
a few months down the line.

Oh, come on. I'm not that fickle.

No, but you ordered
pretty much everything on the menu

so you can just pick and choose
as you went along.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry, I have to...
It's Olivia. I have to take this.

Okay.

Is everything okay?

Maybe I shouldn't have phoned,
but you should've heard her screaming.

No, no,
you did the right thing. Really.

Thank you.

She's had a tough week,
but she's asleep right now.

So I think she's okay.

Okay.

Erin, your daughter saw you
kill someone in a supermarket.

I think she needs
to talk to a professional.

Uh, thank you.

Again, you know, we really appreciate
the call. I'm gonna go sit with her.

- Okay.
- Bye.

Yeah.

Bye.

What's going on?

Nothing.

Okay.

Um,

Harper was convinced you had a gun.

She even had me look for it in the attic.

Yeah.

Yeah, she's...

She's very mixed up right now.

Yeah.

She is.

And you're...

Well, you're very mixed up right now too.

So get her the help she needs, Erin.

I will.

Thank you.

Night.

Okay.

We'll take her to see someone.

Tomorrow?

Maybe not tomorrow,
but how about next week?

Right.

And this one?

Yeah.

No, no. It's got sentimental value. No.

It was a gift from my mum, so no.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Fuck it.

Well?

I've got your money.

Good. When can we meet?

At four o'clock.

- I'm staying at a motel.
- Just send me the location.

I'll send it now. Don't be late.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

That's very good.

The people at the supermarket,
they had masks on as well, didn't they?

Hmm?

This isn't them.

Maybe you don't think so,

but sometimes
when something bad happened to us,

the brain has funny ways
of dealing with it.

And I know it might feel scary.

I'm not scared.

Not anymore.

I feel sorry for them.

Why?

'Cause they're dead.

What makes you think he's dead?

Harper, have you seen this before?

What's going on?

Uh, this is Lucia.
She works at the hospital and...

Yeah, I know who Lucia is.
I asked what's going on.

- Nice to meet you.
- Please.

- I asked what's going on.
- Well...

Jordi asked me to come
and speak to your daughter.

Okay, we didn't agree on this.

No, we did agree on this, actually,
but you wouldn't agree on when.

And seeing as you weren't here
when I woke up or answering your phone...

- I went for a drive to clear my head.
- A drive?

And you went behind my back.

- This isn't.
- This is!

This is my decision
as a parent as well, okay?

You shouldn't talk about this
in front of Harper, okay?

Jordi.

Harper?

Hey.

Stop it.

You ripped out my drawings.

- They were upsetting you.
- No, they were upsetting you.

Why don't you have any baby photos of me?

What? I do.

Yeah, from when I was five or six.

Penelope has baby photos of Antonio
and Olivia has ones of her kids.

Why don't you have any of me?

Okay, listen.
I love you more than anything, but...

I wasn't a good mother.

When you were small,
I... I left you with someone else.

I... I couldn't cope and...

I'm not proud of it.

You made me into a freak.

Harper, you're not, okay?
We've got the eye doctor on Monday.

And if things are stable...

It's got nothing to do with my eyes.

You killed someone.

You're the problem. Not me.

Hey.

If you knew how hard I've fought to keep
this family together, Harper...

I don't.

And thanks to you, I have no friends.

Okay, so what do you want me to do?

I'll do anything. Just tell me, please.

All the parents are playing
in the tennis tournament today,

but you're probably too busy.

You'll just go running off somewhere
again, won't you?

Tennis?

Yep.

You told me to stay home, stay busy.

Yeah.

Do you know anyone called Margot Müller?

No. Why?

They identified the body in the woods.

I need you to be honest with me.

I am being honest.

Okay, here's the news.

So it's two short sets,
a tie-breaker for the winner,

and guess who we've got in our first game.

Yeah.

All the best, man.

Yeah. Yeah, good luck.

Woo-hoo!

- Go team!
- Go on, Mum!

Go, Bruno!

Out!

- Yeah.
- That was mine. That was... yeah.

Out.

Focus.

Out.

And game.
Penelope and Bruno win the first set.

I'm not apologizing for inviting Lucia
to speak with our daughter.

Harper's right.

I'm the problem here.

Do you know why
she wanted you to play tennis today?

Because she knows how much
I hate these kind of things, Jordi.

No. It's because she thinks
you're amazing.

She wants everyone else to see
the warm, wonderful mother that she loves.

Thank you.

And we're a team, right?

Ride or die.

Mine!

What are you doing?
You're useless.

Yes!

Get it! Get it!

Tiebreak.

Mine.

My wife, ladies and gentlemen.

Match point.

Next point wins.

- Come on!
- Yes.

Game, set, and match.

- Congratulations.
- I don't need your charity.

Bad luck. Good game.

Wow. That was... Congratulations.

Cheers.

Whoo!

So, you just gave them the game.

Ah, she kind of needed the win.
Plus, everyone loves a loser.

Hey!

Champagne for you, sir?

- Thanks for not shouting at anyone.
- You're welcome.

At least we can enjoy
the rest of the games without worrying.

Oh, I... I forgot to tell you.
I've booked a yoga class at White Lilly.

I'm sure they won't mind if you cancel.

Yeah, but maybe it'll be good for me.

You know, shake things off.
Find my inner calm.

I really need it.

Okay.

Okay.

I'll be back soon, so let me know
if I can pick you up anything.

No, no, we're all good.

- Okay.
- All right.

Where the fuck are you?

I got a bit held up, but I'm on my way.
There's traffic.

On Sunday? You know what I think?
You're not showing up.

I should just send this photo.

Valeria, can you just calm down, okay?

I said I'm on my way.
Don't do anything stupid.

Fuck.

Look.
I have something for you.

For me?

I've checked Erin's record.

What have you done?

Shit, Emilio.

All this about Erin.
It's all been fast, man.

- So what?
- What do you mean?

Aren't you going to open it?

In your professional and personal opinion,

is there a reason in this envelope
for me not to marry her?

Well, no, not exactly.

I trust Erin.

Okay, cool.

Fuck it, doesn't matter.

But keep it, hmm?

Just in case you change your mind.

Hey, it's me, leave a message.

How's the homework going?

I'm still doing that family tree.

Yeah?

But it's kind of hard
because, well, I've got your side,

but I don't really have anyone on Mum's.

You know her mum died
when she was very young. You know?

You put an aunt there, on your mum's side.

She wasn't really my aunt.
Mum just called her that.

I was sent to live with her
for a little while when I was small.

Yes.

Hi.

Come on.

I'll save you counting it.

It's three thousand.

- That's not what we agreed.
- It's all I could get. Give me the phone.

- You lost my money.
- It was never your money.

If this is what it costs me
for my peace of mind, then fine.

Give me the phone.

So no copies? Hmm?

- No.
- Nothing?

No.

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For what it's worth, I know how you feel.

Out here on your own.

Not sure who you can trust.

You don't know anything about me.

But most people in this much trouble
run to family or friends.

You run to a hotel room which smells like...

I don't wanna say
there's a dead cat's under...

There's not. I checked.

All I'm saying is
if you ever need to talk to someone,

I'm here.

Why do you have to be so fucking nice?

What have you done?

Valeria, what have you done? What?

You were late and I didn't know
if you'd have the money, so...

I told them you were coming here.

Who?

The people Agustín worked for.

If you were worth something to him,
then maybe to them too.

- Did you share the photo of where I live?
- No.

- Valeria.
- No, no, no, no.

I swear. I swear. I swear.

Shit.

Well, you stole from them, okay?
So they won't just be coming for me.

What? You brought a gun?
You were going to kill me?

No, I was only gonna threaten you
as a last resort, okay?

I don't have any bullets.
Okay, now stay down and stay quiet.

Okay.

Stay close.

Oh, wait, the money.

What are you doing?

Fuck it.

Shit.

- Valeria, come on!
- I got it!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Oh!

Ah!