All language subtitles for Omnivoros (2013) SPA x300

SOME YEARS EARLIER

Dimas...

Go down to La Dehesa

for help.

Run.

Go to the village...

and get help.

I'm hungry.

My tummy's aching.

Hurry.

Your mother's dying.

There's nothing left to eat.

Dimas, Dimas...

Rug yourself up.

Mama! Mama! Mama!

Camila,
I've got some partridges for a stew!

Camila!

Camila?

OMNIVORES

Hello. My name's Paola Bard�n,
I'm an independent editor

and I have
an interesting offer for you.

Please call me
when you hear this message.

Hello, this is Paola Bard�n.
I didn't get your call.

The matter I called about

is an assignment I'd like you to do
for our publishing house.

Please, call me.

Well, Dimas.

I must congratulate you again.

You've outdone yourself.

Thanks, Gloria, you know this
wouldn't be the same without you.

Whenever you organize a dinner.

-we'll be there.
-Thanks a lot.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I've a matter to attend to.

-Have fun.
-Thanks.

Very good.

Prepare it in four pieces.

Marcos Vela?

Paola Bard�n.

A fascinating place.

Come with me.

I thought the famous food critic
Marcos Vela

wouldn't even listen to my offer.

I'd stopped leaving you messages.

I was on trip.

I was told you work freelance.

I want you to investigate and write
about clandestine restaurants.

I'd like to publish an article,
perhaps even a book.

I'm listening.

The kind of restaurant
was all the rage in New York,

then the fever hit London
and now here, it seems.

The odd thing is that they all run
under the same rules:

anyone attending these gatherings
must do so alone.

It's not for couples or groups
of people who know each other.

Legally, one can't charge,

so everyone takes their own drinks.

That guarantees that
there's no commercial exchange,

it's just a gathering of friends.

I thought these restaurants,
if you can call them that,

were the idea of individuals

with certain culinary gifts
who want to make some extra cash.

I don't know what interest an article
or book on them would arouse.

You'd be surprise at
the things that interest people.

What do you say? Can I count on you?

I met someone who organizes
this kind of dinner at her home.

Her name's Monique.
She's a wonderful cook.

This is an invitation
to the next dinner.

I anticipated that you
and I would reach a deal.

I told her you'd attend in my place.

Does that seem like
a good place to start?

Perfect.

Come in. Come in.

Good evening.

-I'm sorry, I'm a little late.
-A neighbor didn't see you?

No, I don't think so.

-Did you bring the wine?
-Yes, of course.

-The donation.
-I'm sorry, I forgot. It was...?

800.

800...

-Give me your jacket.
-No, thanks, I'm fine.

Accompany me to the living room.

Mon coeur! Marcos Vela!

It's an honor to have you here.
I'm Monique.

I shall be your host this evening.

It's a pleasure, Monique.

My friends.

I'd like to present our final guest
for this evening, Marcos Vela.

While I was organize this dinner
someone said to me,

"Marcos Vela must try your dishes".
Et voil�!

Marcos is my favorite critic.

He always knows
the right word to use.

His words are as smooth as silk,

as sweet as honey.

You'll make me blush
in front of your guests.

Sometimes his words
are painful and sharp,

like red-hot needles.

With them he can fill
or shut down a restaurant.

I'm not just a critic,
I'm also a writer.

Really? How interesting!

Well, if you fancy writing
about my dishes one day,

you may speak of the sin, but...

never, never, never the sinner.

"Warm Matsutake mushroom salad
with Almas caviar".

Matsutake,
due to its strong aroma and flavor,

is the most prized
of all edible wild mushrooms.

At the start of the season in Japan
its price can reach

1500 Euros a kilo.

Almas, "diamond" in Russian,

is a smooth, aromatic caviar.

It comes from the albino
beluga sturgeon of the Caspian Sea,

and is extremely rare.

It is sold in cans
made of 24-carat gold.

It cost around 25,000 Euros a kilo.

Amazing.

Lola is a walking
gastronomic encyclopedia.

-It looks very nice.
-Really?

If you think it looks nice,
just wait until you try it.

So, what are you writing
at the moment, Marcos?

-Nothing in particular.
-Really?

Nothing interesting on the horizon?

The truth is, I'd like to write
about something totally different.

Seriously? For example?

Clandestine restaurants,
what people eat at them.

That can be a mystery.

What do you mean?

Who knows? The food
might not always be what it seems.

In such unusual restaurants,
anything can happen.

Or one could end up eating anything.

Yes,
but that's the perverse interest,

right, Marcos?

And what is a gastronomic specialist
like you doing

in a clandestine restaurant like this?

I'm sure you know
far better places to eat than this,

-and more affordable.
-Darling,

that comment was regrettable
and quite rude.

Besides, we don't just pay
for what we eat here.

No? What do you pay for then?

You could go to some eatery,
it's bound to be cheaper.

I was familiar with these kinds of
restaurants in London and New York.

-I didn't know they were here.
-You only have to know how

to get around if you want
to find out where they're hiding.

If you like, I can be your guide.

Here comes the star dish!

"Kobe swathed in truffles"

Kobe: the ox raised
in rural areas of Japan.

These cattle get daily massages,
are bathed in rice wine

and their diet includes beer.

All this makes for
extraordinary exquisite meat.

Cheers.

Are you going to write
about clandestine restaurants?

Yes.

How was your first experience?

Expensive.

I mean the food. That is what you're
going to write about, isn't it?

Of course, the food.
The salad surprised me.

-Perhaps a tad too much caviar.
-I agree.

The Kobe was superb.

I didn't think it'd blend so well
with the truffle coating.

-How would you rate the chef?
-Top class.

It's hard to balance the flavors
in that kind of dish.

Monique was fantastic.

If you like,
I could help you with your article.

Do you know where
any other dinners are held?

Well...

You could say I hear a thing or two.

What's wrong with you?

Are you deaf or what?

Eva.

A new gathering is being set up.

I hope it's more exciting
than the last ones.

I guarantee it.

-What's the theme?
-Are you sitting down?

Yes.

Japanese food.

-That's not original at all.
-What's going to be eaten is.

Fugu.

I was wondering what
a journalist of your standing

was doing in clandestine restaurants.

I was wondering the same about you.

I'm writing an article.

I thought I was the journalist.

So we're coinciding
on an investigation.

I'm way ahead of you.

I want to eat Fugu
but I don't want to die.

Anyway, I don't think
we're investigating the same thing.

Oh, no? What are you investigating?

You'd be surprised.

I am the greatest Fugu chef.

Do you like meat?

Some more than others.

-Did you clean off all the blood?
-Certainly, Bando.

I scrupulously cleaned off
all traces of blood.

Have you cleaned the liver?

Even the liver,
the most exquisite part,

is clean of all poison.

Try it.

And if the meat
isn't what you expect?

I'm always open to new flavors.

Exquisite! Delicious! Unparalleled!

I shall eat nothing else
but this ambrosia of the gods!

What's wrong, Bando?

Your gums are going numb!

You're losing feeling in your hands!

Your body's becoming paralyzed!

You feel like you're suffocating

and you're aware of your own death!

Farewell, Bando.

What an appalling death!

The blowfish has fulfilled
its destiny...

and yours!

Are you going to tell me?

By the way,
it's been some time since you and I...

"talked".

Welcome.

I'm passionate about Fugu.

also known as the blowfish.

You've just witnessed a staging

of classical Japanese theater

on the death
of the Kabuki actor Bando,

who died in 1975,

after ingesting 16 grams

of Fugu liver.

I've brought various specimens
directly from Japan.

The one you are to sample
is the tiger blowfish,

the most poisonous in existence.

The fish contains a neurotoxin

called "tetrodotoxin",

for which no antidote exist.

A miniscule amount can kill
within a few hours.

There have been many deaths
due to Fugu.

In fact, only a few chefs

in Japan
are authorized to prepare it.

After this,
I'd understand if some of you

wish to leave.

Fugu soup! Fugu sashimi!

And grilled Fugu!

You may choose the order
in which you wish to eat.

You're about to taste
the most exquisite dishes

ever created.

I hope you survive.

Well, let's go.

Excellent.

Have you tried it before?

In Tokyo.
And this is every inch as good.

Thank you for the compliment.

I see you're familiar
with Japanese gastronomy.

I'm a great lover of your cuisine.

Would I be able to get
one of your samples?

-I'm afraid they're all spoken for.
-What a shame.

But I travel to Japan frequently.

It'd be no trouble
to bring you one next time.

I'm sure we can reach an agreement.

In that case,
I ask you to bring me one.

Kanpai!

Kanpai!

Are you alright, Eva?
Shall I go in with you?

No, not tonight.

It must've been the sake.

I think I drank too much.

As you wish.

Thank you, but I want to
get some rest tonight, okay?

What do you want from me?

What do you want?

I just want you to let me go!

My father's got a lot of money!
Lots of money!

Please, ask for what you want.
Just let me go!

Please, let me leave!

-Eat.
-No, you eat it!

You son of a bitch! You eat it!

Good evening.

Let's go, come on.

I see you're keeping up
your fine habits.

Why are you going to
clandestine restaurants?

Why are you going?

And don't tell me it's just work.

You know I like to try new things.

Come on, Carla...

What's a society journalist doing
in places like that?

Do you really like to try new things?

Would you like to try...

a new kind of meat.

Human flesh.

You're not serious?

Would you like to try it?

I'm following a lead on
a clandestine restaurant

that may be practicing cannibalism.

-It's just intuition, but...
-That's not intuition,

it's a fantasy.

If that's what you think, ask Eva.

Eva?

I tried to speak to her
but her lips are sealed.

What does Eva have to do with this?

You still haven't answered me.

Would you like to try it?

Would you like

to try human flesh?

On the night of the Fugu
I spoke to Carla.

We ran into her
at Monique's restaurant.

I know who she is.

She told me about a new restaurant,

a different on, where one can eat...

human flesh.

-And you believed her?
-I...

That's horrible.

It's ridiculous,
I shouldn't have told you.

It's the stupidest reason she could
think of to get close to you.

-That woman will do you no good.
-What do you mean?

She likes to play with fire,

to get too close
to where she shouldn't.

What else did she say
about this restaurant?

She told me to ask you.

And now you're asking me, right?

Eva...

How could you think
for a moment that I...?

Eva.

I'm sorry.

Okay? I'm sorry.

Anyway, there are no secrets
between us, are there?

The restaurant exist, doesn't it?

Finding a clandestine restaurant

where cannibalism takes place

would change the course
of my investigation.

Everything I wrote about it
would be a sensation.

It's not what you think.

Please, no!

Please don't do anything to me!

Carla.

Carla.

Carla.

Have you been to this restaurant?

I know everything
there is to know about it.

Have you eaten human flesh?

I've been to that restaurant.

Stop driving yourself crazy.

There are no victims
or murderers there.

The people are already dead.

No! Please, no!

No!

I told you I'd help you, didn't I?

It's the invitation you wanted.

Just follow the instructions.

Thank you.

I have the invitation.

-What is your name?
-Marcos Vela.

Mr. Vela, after this conversation

I'll send a message
to this phone with the amount

and the number of the account
into which you deposit the money.

The transfer must be made
within three days.

We shall contact you after that.

Do you understand what I've told you?

Yes, yes. I understand.

Until then, Mr. Vela.

No, wait! Wait!

No!

I'd heard something, but I thought
it was a rumor, and urban legend.

The amount and the account number

for the deposit.

10,000. I'll make the transfer today.

How did you manage to
find out that it existed?

There are names I won't reveal.

things I'll keep to myself.

I'll go there, see what's going on,

then leave.

I'll finish the investigation
and write the article,

but I will not participate
in any cannibal menu.

We're going to make
a lot of money out of this.

Mr. Vela...

We have the transfer as agreed.

Now listen to my instructions.

Tomorrow at 10 a.m.

you'll go to the address
I'll text to this phone.

Don't forget to take a bag
with your personal items

and appropriate attire.
It will be a formal dinner.

Yo'll wait at the place indicated
until someone asks for you.

How long will I have to wait?

Mr. Vela,
just be there at the time indicated.

Alright, agreed.

Mr. Marcos Vela?

Get in back.

When they ask for you,
do exactly as they say.

The bag.

The other one.

Alright.

Do you have any doubts
about what I've explained?

I have a lot of doubts.
What will happen then?

For now you know
all you need to know.

Goodbye, Mr. Vela.

Nice car.

You must take a lot of people,
you know, to the restaurant.

Is it far to go?

Answer me! Are you deaf?

I asked you a question. Answer me!

No, I'm not deaf.

What about you?

So...

are you going
to keep asking questions?

Take it easy.

Wait here.

No! No! No!

Stop, please stop!

Please, you have to help me!

Please, help me!

Do you want to go on?

Do you want to go on or turn back?

Come on, it's simple question.

-I want to go on.
-Are you sure?

If you wish to continue,
there's no going back.

It's my duty to warn you.

Don't take off the blindfold.

Don't make things hard for me.

David.

David, speak to me.

David, what have they done to you?

David.

David!

David!

Why are you doing this?

Hey!

Hey!

Answer me, you fuck!

Follow me.

Mr. Vela.

It's a pleasure to welcome you to
this exclusive and select celebration.

My name is Yasmin
and I'm here to receive you.

Come with me, please.

This will be your room
during your stay with us.

There you have the bathroom.

I hope, Mr. Vela,
that everything is to your liking.

I remind you that semi-formal attire
is required for dinner.

-I came prepared.
-Perfect.

Should you need anything,
just pick up the phone and dial '8'.

I'll attend to you myself at once.

And when I say 'anything',

I mean anything.

Our greatest desire
is that you feel at home.

The host will be here shortly
to welcome you in person.

Make yourself comfortable.

Mr. Vela!

You come highly recommended.

My name is Dimas.

I'm in charge of
this gathering of friends.

If anything goes wrong, it's my fault.

I suppose you have many questions.

Everyone does, the first time.

Now is the time to ask.

I imagine your first question is:
"Why?".

The answer is: "Why not?".

Because perhaps there are still
people with morals.

What brings you here, Mr. Vela?

I left behind my moral conflicts
in a hunter's cabin as a boy.

But I see you carry them with you.

What are you doing here?

I'm...

curious.

One doesn't come here to observe,
one comes to participate.

Do you kill people?

Would that change matters?

It would make you murderers.

Come with me.

I believe you should see something.

That's enough.

Did you really need to
find out the truth?

How did you...?

Someone had to do the shopping,

and as you see, I take care of it.

Dead people.

The fresher the cut,
the more they pay.

I choose the "goods" carefully.

The people who come here
want to know

what they're about to savor
looks like.

And if I refuse to eat the flesh?

That's no longer an option.

No one leaves without trying the meat.

Of course,

that makes me an accomplice.

That way we're all as guilty
as we are innocent.

You're all completely mad.

I suppose there's no need
to continue with this secrecy.

In a few minutes I'll take you
to participate in the ceremony.

And I advise you, my love,

that you change your attitude
when you're among the others.

It's perfect, so tender...

It's a bit hard at first,
but you get used to it.

It's like going to the butcher's.

Sorry, my name's Ricky.

It's actually Ricardo,
but everyone calls me Ricky.

It's more sociable, you know.

Look, that part is the sirloin.

They take all the fat off,

because on this kind of meat
it doesn't taste good.

I'm in the restaurant game.
I know how all this goes.

Some say it tastes like pork,
but it's not the same.

This meat is much nicer.

Well, it looks like
it's time to bid for the sirloin.

Let's see if I'm in luck this time.

Today four privileged people

will be lucky enough
to savor these delicacies.

Shall we begin with... 6,000?

This is getting interesting.

How about 12,000?

The thigh's just as good.
There's no need to go so high.

I'm afraid there are four cuts
for five Motus.

20,000.

Please, this is the juiciest flesh.

Gloria...

It appears

the price of meat has skyrocketed.

Oh well,

it's better to pay a little more

than to go on a vegetarian diet.

Well done!
A round of applause for Gloria.

-Incredible.
-Yes.

-It's never looked so nice.
-Yes. I'm with those two.

A little wine.

How are you doing?

The first time, you feel like
hot-footing it out of here, right?

It's alright.

After the first mouthful
you'll see it's no big deal.

Buck up, go on.

-Thank you.
-Thank you. Enjoy your meal.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

-Doesn't it look nice!
-Yes, it does.

I think the price was worth it.

Ladies and gentlemen! Please...

I'd like to welcome a new member
of our small but...

close group.

Welcome, Mr. Marcos Vela.

Human flesh is the fountain of life...

and youth.

It has a surprisingly curative
and regenerative effect.

For a long time it has been known
that a warrior who ate the flesh of...

his vanquished enemy...

acquired his courage,

his strength...

and his vitality.

Today we celebrate this custom...

in this communion.

Go ahead, please.

It's a pleasure to speak
to you again, Mr. Vela.

You have received your deposit.
You know how this work.

Tomorrow at 10
you will go to the usual address.

Remember the bag with the clothes.

I'm so glad to have you
with us once again, Mr. Vela.

Delighted to see you again, Mr. Vela.

You may begin the preparations.

Relax, it's fine.

Please help me.

Don't let them kill me.

Let's go. We have much to do.

-A glass of wine?
-Yes.

Excuse me, I forgot my bag.

Cheers.

-The wine is excellent.
-Excellent wine.

Dimas! Dimas, please! Dimas!

Please, Dimas!

No, please, Dimas!

Excuse me, I forgot my bag.

Cheers.

FUGU

Subtitles by Innominabilis

Translation: Lindsay Moxham

Subtitles: LASERFILM