All language subtitles for el marginal_s05e02

I believe in the almighty forces

of sky, earth,

water, fire.

I believe in the power of the Brotherhood

and in the circle of trust

that protects everything.

I believe in the almighty forces

of sky, earth,

water, fire.

I believe in the almighty forces

of sky, earth,

water, fire.

I believe in the power of the Brotherhood

and in the circle of trust
that protects everything.

I believe in the almighty forces

of sky, earth,

water, fire.

I believe in the power of the Brotherhood

and in the circle of trust
that protects everything.

Welcome.

From here on out,
you will be reborn in faith.

You will be another servant

of the circle of trust.

Like your brothers in this room,

you will offer yourself fully
to this family of believers

and sworn protectors

of all-seeing divinity.

Now you're convinced.
isn't that right, brother?

Then welcome

to our circle in which truth is reborn.

Now

you are free from temptation.

Completely free!

Free

from the poison

emanating from homosexuals, alcoholics,

adulterers,

liars,

philanderers,

traitors.

Henceforth,

you shall be protected.

The lawyer's going to see your wife.

Make sure she prepares…

Don't cry.

Make sure she prepares
the deed to the house.

-Do you understand?
-Yes.

Good.

Keep your mouth shut.

Keep your asshole shut.

You and her.

And don't even think about

going and complaining

to that piece of shit

Borges again.

Got it?

Oh my God.

Look.

And it's not a birthday cake.

Jesus Christ, that's disgusting.

Sorry, Father.

But what is this? Are those chicken bones?

They look like chopped-up baby dicks.

It was behind the altar.

It's the remains of an offering
made by some kind of satanic cult.

Gather it up, Capece. We'll take it.

We'll analyze it and then study it.

Me?

Yes, you idiot. I'm not gonna do it.
Are you scared, grossed out?

Afraid your hair will stand on end?

Yeah, I'm grossed out.

Well, Father, our work here is done.

No, it's not done, Antín.

The answer isn't throwing out that mess.

All this has to stop.
This is the house of God. It's sacred.

We're not going to revive
the Inquisition, Father.

Benito Galván's no longer in charge.

I, Sergio Antín, am now
the director of Puente Viejo.

A champion for religious freedom,

for diversity.

-I completely agree…
-Happy to hear it.

But I disagree with
my church being used like this.

-"My church"?
-Yes.

No, it's not yours.

It's in this prison and belongs to
the national government, to the state.

And you're not great at running it.
Your flock's tiny.

I think

you should turn the chapel into
an MPR. Know what that is?

A multi-purpose room,
like in an apartment building.

You could host cultural,

religious,

political, or artistic activities…
So you'd have more parishioners.

The thing is…

Let me be clear. This isn't about faith.

-What's this about?
-Mafias, Antín!

-What mafias?
-The same ones as always.

False prophets.
They trick people into giving them money.

And you know that.

-Father…
-You do.

Don't talk to me about taking
people's money. I'm not a believer.

I'm an atheist,

and when I get paid,
thirty-something percent

in income tax goes to your religion.

That's right. I bankroll you.

And you're whining
about an Umbanda high priest

or evangelical pastor asking
his followers to tithe.

We're really just talking
about competition, envy.

Please, Father.

In the name of the Father…

-That stinks.
-It's awful.

Isn't it?

Here, man. Take it.

What are you doing, you stupid pig?

Put that back.

It's from the sweep.

Don't bust my balls, Colombia.

Whatever gets confiscated
in the sweep stays.

No. Give it back.

Come on, man. Drop it.

Keep it.

Bring a carton of cigs, and we're square.

Done. Tomorrow.

What are you doing?

Come on, man.

What, Colombia?

Are you stupid, having a stroke? Drop it.

Know what, sweetie?

Mario Borges says
whatever gets confiscated gets returned.

Got it, papi?

I wouldn't even call that a phone.
It has a plastic cover and doesn't work.

And where is Mario? Seen him?

Borges!

Here, Borges…

Mario Borges is always here.

Oh yeah? You his spokesman?

You get a badge? Who gave it to you?

Your boss, Escobar?

No.

I earned it.

Know why I speak for Borges?

Because I know
what slimy, miserable people like you

and you think.

What does Mr. Borges think of ass-kissers?

Know what?

If you stand up for yourself,

you'll finally go
from maid to housekeeper.

Then the man of the house
will cheat on his wife with you.

Well?

Just some advice.

Here, for your girl.

Don't take anything again.

Go on, beat it.

CHAPTER 6
LUNA IN SAN ONOFRE

MOPEY'S GARAGE

Show me your ass, motherfucker!

Fuck! I almost had a heart attack.

Calm down!

What's got your panties in a bunch?

You almost gave me a heart attack.

What're you doing here? Trouble in town?

Yeah, it got messy.

I was with this one chick,
then another one, her daughter,

but the mom caught me stickin' it in her.

So, yeah.
I always get into trouble with chicks.

So that went to shit.

This face always gets me in trouble.

You have no clue.

God wasn't kind to you.

Fuck you.

Hey, I didn't tell anyone you were here.

I kept my word.

I know. That's why I'm here.

Yeah.

I had nowhere else to go, so…

I need to ask you…

Yeah.

Can I stay here for a while,
until I find something?

What's with the face?
Don't be a bitch. It's just a few days.

Fine, but just a few days.

-Yeah, bro.
-And help out here.

For sure. No problem.

-You're the best!
-Don't fuck around here.

I got it. Okay. Chill, don't sweat it.

I need a favor, Mopey.

Can you get me a cellphone?
I gotta handle something.

I'm fucking busy.

Come on, man. Chill. A phone!

Come, gimme a kiss. Come here, sweetie!

Thank you very much.

Hello, Miguel.

Luna.

How are you?

What a surprise.

Yes.

Everything all right?

Yeah, all good.

Come, sit.

Sure.

I came because I wanted to see you.

About the book?

Did what I wrote about you bother you?

No…

Reading it brought up a lot,
but writing it was the right thing to do.

It surprised me,
and that's sort of what brought me here.

I came because I know
your son's situation.

How'd you find out?

I work where you testified the other day.

Maybe I felt obligated
or did it 'cause of what happened,

but I ended up studying law.

I recently passed the bar.

I'm here to help you, Miguel.

How can you help me?

I think we can find a way.

We have to be insistent. We have options.

Plus I know Judge Piñeiro well.

She and my dad were very close.

I appreciate it, but I don't think
you're the right person to help me.

Wait, Miguel.

You saved my life.

I feel like I owe you one.

Let me help you.

"Hi, César. How are you?"

"You were so sweet in your last letter."

"Whoever finds you dangerous
is clearly wrong."

"You deserve a better life. I'm willing
to do everything I can to make it happen."

"Can't wait to meet you. Paola."

She's so sweet! You charmed her.

You charmed her, man.
You're the one writing.

Can I see that?

-Dude, she's really pretty!
-She is.

She gonna visit?

-I don't know. Ask her.
-You're not gonna invite her?

Invite her to this shithole prison?

-What if she gets scared and leaves?
-No…

Plus, I don't even know
if I'll end up dying in here.

The worst prison's up here, César.

You can get out if you want.

Just change things up.

You're saying that
'cause you're getting out.

Let's reply.

-Okay.
-What do I say?

This is the last time.
I can't write the next one.

I know.

Well, let's convince her to come see you.

You're not gonna know how you really feel

until you're face-to-face,
not with photos or letters.

Right?

Okay.

What is this, babe?

Fruit.

Bananas, apples, oranges.

Am I opening a produce stand?

What do I do, make fruit salad?
What about the pastries?

-No.
-The cakes?

Babe, please.

How long has it been?
Quit busting my balls.

When's the last time you baked me a pie?
Jesus!

Forget about it, Mario.

You can't have
any more sweets or fatty foods.

I took the blood test results
to the doctor.

That's that.

Yeah…

That's that.

You're gonna bring me a frying pan.
I want one.

There's a girl here that can really cook.
I wanna eat fried eggs. I wanna eat

pork ribs, Spanish omelet with chorizo.
That's what I want. Get off my back!

She gonna get you off too?

Look at me, Mario.

Look at me.

You have diabetes and high blood pressure.

My luck's run out.

I'm out of options.

Yet you still take
shitty care of yourself.

The doctor asked about your eyes.
Tell me the truth. Don't lie.

This one's the same.

Don't play dumb.

The results on the other eye weren't good.

They were fucking awful.

Yeah.

Sometimes it bugs me a bit.

My vision gets cloudy, I don't know…

Sometimes James looks
blue-eyed and blond to me.

You have retinopathy.
From the diabetes. The doc told me.

I need you
to please take care of yourself.

If something happened to you, I…
I'd clock out too. Understand?

Can you stop that nonsense? He understands
everything. He'll get depressed.

You're letting yourself go, Mario.

And it's not just about this.
You're giving up. That's what's wrong.

What do you want me to do?
I'm in prison! This is my life!

I'm gonna die in prison!

So do I have to deny myself the one thing
that gives me some satisfaction,

a bit of happiness? Food.

Whether I'm fat or skinny,

they'll bury me here, face down,
so flowers can grow out of my ass.

You look like a bitch, standing there.

When Mario gets here,
you're gonna tell him everything you said.

You're acting like a baby.
If you've got balls, then fight me.

-Do you?
-They're bigger than your face.

You two are driving me nuts
with your yammering.

My wife's got me on a fruit diet…

My life is shit…
You're the only thing that makes me happy.

You.

-Yes, you are…
-Jesus, that cat smells like shit!

Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

Yes, I am.

My little princess.

She's gorgeous…

Check out the kid.
He's happy. He won't stop whistling.

'Cause he's getting out!

-That'd make anybody happy.
-He's got plans too.

Evenin'!

So you didn't want to pay Borges?

That's no good.
You guys need to pay like everyone else.

This story again?
They want us to pay to work.

You guys are completely nuts!

Look, we give work to people in need
and are compensated for that favor.

We don't want to negotiate with you.
Tell Borges.

You should think about it.

I did.

I won't negotiate with you.
We're done paying to work.

You got your answer, Medina. Leave.

This isn't right, Pastor.

That attitude leads to conflict,

which, among brothers, is unacceptable.

I think extorting people
who want to work causes conflict.

I don't think so…
Let's reach an agreement.

We're men of faith.

Don't give me that faith shit.

You and I believe
in very different things.

I respect your ideas.

All brothers are welcome.

But these guys must give their fair share.

Here's some advice, Medina.

If you want peace, don't squeeze them.
You don't wanna be on their bad side.

It's good to know where you stand.

"We couldn't delay our escape any longer."

"It was that night or never."

"There was no turning back."

Since when do you read?

Since I learned how.

No… You're reading that prick's book?

I wanna see
if he mentions us at some point.

I don't give a fuck. He's trash.

Well, I don't think so. He helped me.

You're defending him?

No, I'm saying
if it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here.

You were just useful to him.
He couldn't have left Puente Viejo alone.

-Whatever…
-It wasn't an act of love.

I don't know.

Here, you need a SIM card.

All right!

You slick bastard!
It's nice, Mopey. Where'd you get it?

Connections.

-Great.
-Listen.

-What?
-Don't you need to shower?

Yeah, I will in a bit.

Did I ever tell you how I'd count
the pubes Mario would leave on the soap

when I'd shower after him?

-The soap looked…
-I'm gonna eat somewhere else.

I'd use my nail
and stick each one on a different tile.

-Ciao.
-Come here, man!

Dude, what the fuck is this shit?

That's all there is.

-This is tiny.
-Well, I didn't pick them.

-Fabiola.
-What?

This is fucking garbage, hon.
Look, this part's black.

We don't make 'em here.
They came that way.

We just hand 'em out.

Okay, but what's going on?
Are we rats and roaches now?

-We eat the same thing.
-If you like it, that's your business.

Know what's going on here?

Borges and Antín are behind this.

You're right, César. Bring it up with him.

Look at this, man. It smells like ass.

God fucking damn it.

Panda!

What the hell's going on?

You shitheads!

You fucking animals!

Even though you get free food,

you start trouble?
What the fuck is wrong with you?

Here, Capece. Try this.

Look like food to you?

You're always so picky.
What do you want, ribs?

You filthy rats!

There are rats in that, motherfucker.

Oh yeah?

Here.

Eat it.

If you do, you go to your block.

If you don't,
you and all your friends go to the hole.

Eat it, shithead!

You like it?

You're gonna learn how to eat.
Even if it's through your ass.

You fucking pussies.

Boss.

What do I do with him?

To the infirmary.
Wanna take him home with you, stupid?

Come on.

Let's go.

These are the remaining files.

This day never ends.

Go home if you want.

I wanted to ask you about
the status of an inmate in Puente Viejo.

Miguel Palacios.

He filed a request recently.

Perhaps you remember…

Yes, I know all about that.
I know all about Palacios's history too.

I know your connection to him.

Okay. I'm not referring
to the circumstances that connect us.

No?

Regardless, I'd like to know

why he devoted
a chapter of his book to you.

It's about denying his petition
to be referred to family court

so that he can regain custody.

I know nothing about the kid.

He's not within my jurisdiction.

-But I do know about Palacios.
-Of course…

And he has a long record, you know?

And it's very violent.

He's in no position
to be asking for privileges.

The worst thing about him
is his hostility.

After everything that happened,
he wrote a book.

To put all his grievances on paper.

I understand your point. I do.

I'd just like to speak
about his son's situation.

Look, I'm well aware

of when you met

this criminal,

your kidnapping,

and how he helped free you.

But he only did that
at your dad's request.

And it was in Palacios's best interest,
so he could gain his own freedom.

But my dad refused
to pay the ransom, ma'am.

He did the right thing.

-You must understand…
-It wasn't his dog.

It was his daughter.

You need to forget
about this criminal, Luna.

You don't understand.
This isn't about Palacios.

I want to help his son.

We can agree that is separate
from his father's incarceration.

Don't you think?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, fuck it

The pigs can suck it

I grew up on the streets
So don't bring the ruckus

I know all about living life in a cell

So much evil all around me
It's just like living in hell

My boys got my back

While I freestyle with Panda
And we murder the track

Spit!

There's tyranny all around

We're the Sub-21 and we came to get down

When we start a riot
We'll burn this bitch down

We don't play around
They mess with us 'cause we're locked up

Damn! Your turn!

Dengue!

Go on, Dengue. Spit, bro!

The Sub-21's always on time

Always doin' crimes
And all the homies love sippin' wine…

Those boys never stop.

No.

That's how they blow off steam.

Go on, Panda!

I'd love for things to change around here.

I think the time is right.

No, bro. Not like that.

There's other stuff to do. Look at Brian.

About two months from now,
he'll have a job, a girlfriend, a life.

But there can't be people like him
without people like us, fighters.

I know you want Medina dead.
But it's not that simple.

He's got support.

Medina's bad, but he's not the worst.

He plays the saint,
but he's a son of a bitch.

I think he's gotta go.

I think you need to negotiate a bit.

Compromise.

Fighting all the time isn't wise.

The thing is I'm tired.

Tired of getting shit on.

Play nice, assholes.

Come on, Clemente!

How's it going, pai?

A little bit of barley and hops
never hurt anybody, right?

Get cups.

Wetting your lips isn't a sin.

"It isn't a sin" is what the priest
in my hood would say.

But he'd take advantage
of a truckload of deaf and mute people.

Money's sacred too.

What, are you pissed off?

Is it about Borges's cut?

He charges whatever he wants.

But business isn't that good.

Those guys are complaining, rebelling.
And we're stuck policing them.

I'm getting squeezed at both ends.

Meanwhile, Borges lays there
like an old dog

and takes the big bucks.

The Holy Scripture says

everyone needs to earn their bread
form the sweat of their brows.

-Later.
-Take care, bro.

Not the blood of those you fuck over.

While we go out there, put in the work,

get things done,

crusty old Borges
and that son of a bitch Antín rake it in.

That's life.

Folks on top live off folks at the bottom.
The rest of us are sheep.

But if the sheep decide to work together,

they can make some noise.

If we work together,
we jerk together, right?

Here, it's on the house.
We'll finish it in the temple.

What?

I wanna break your face before you leave.

Yeah? That's too bad.

You're gonna break his face?
We gotta congratulate him, don't we?

Yeah? Why?

You get out tomorrow.

Good reason to congratulate you.

Fight!

You know, I'm not a very jealous guy.

In fact, I'm not jealous at all.

But I do envy you a little.

Because everybody wants
to get out of this fucking slum.

César.

César!

Out there, things are
really shitty right now.

I gotta tell you it's shitty out there.

I can help you.

So you can
at least get by in the beginning.

No, I'll be fine.

Don't worry.
I have friends that will help me.

That's right.
Your friend's a pig that writes books.

He's a poet.

What's this, Mario? All good?

Yeah, why?

What's wrong? You nervous?

I'm offering to help him out there.
What's the problem? Is that so bad?

We're fine, don't need you.
I appreciate it.

-Let's go.
-You're one ungrateful kid.

The boss is offering to help.

But you're not even listening.
You're being disrespectful.

He's got someone to watch his ass in here,

but that won't do much out there.

Who's disrespecting whom?

I feel bad for you guys.

I'll be gone in a few days.
I'll be with my family.

I'll be free. You'll still be here.

Stop, damn it!

This isn't a slum, like you said, Borges.

It's a cemetery.

You're more dead than alive.

Stop, Colombia.

He isn't worth it.
He won't last out there.

I was looking at your case file
and have some questions.

No, I don't want to talk about that.
I don't need a lawyer.

It's not about you.
It's about helping your son.

So I need you to sign this.

What is it?

It gives me power of attorney.

No, I don't need that.

I already said
I don't want you to be my lawyer, Luna.

I was thinking, a guy's about to get out.
I've known him a while. He wants to help.

I think he could be Lucas's guardian.

No way.

It shouldn't be a former inmate.

But, look, he's a great guy.

Responsible. He stayed out of trouble.

-We're very close.
-That's great, but no.

It shouldn't be him.
They won't like that option.

He's all I got right now.

All right, fine. We can try.

Great. Thank you.

Look, he gets out tomorrow. It'd be great
if you could wait for him outside.

I'll send you some money

for you to give to him
so he's set for a few months.

-I'll be waiting for him.
-Okay, thanks.

But you need to sign this, Miguel.

I need to know
your son's situation, talk to him.

See how he's doing.

So I need you to sign this.

It's necessary.

Piñeiro's got it in for me.

But not for me. I know her well.

Damn you're hot, bitch.

Haven't aged a bit.

PRIVATE PROFILE

Why's all your stuff private?

Son of a bitch.

What do you want? Go somewhere else.

Chill, man.
Just fix the car, and we'll go.

I don't want any trouble. Leave.

Fix this shit right now.

Beat it, man.

You don't understand, motherfucker.

Fix the car for me.

You hurt?

Don't think so. Help me get out.
I don't even know how I got in.

What a mess, bro.

What do we do?
Dump them in the abandoned lot?

These fuckers? Yeah.

We still gotta cut up the car,
take it to the car crusher.

Oh, yeah.
The Armenian guy on the west side, right?

I hope he's cool with this.
I haven't worked for him in a while.

I don't do this anymore.
No more fancy cars.

I'm on good terms with the cops here.

You were always a snitch.

Cutting up people, cars.
It's all the same to you.

Don't fuck with me.

Hey, that was my phone.
Could you roll up my sleeve?

What are you doing?

I WON'T LET YOU SEE MY PROFILE

That bitch.

That fucking cunt.

IF YOU WANNA SEE ME
COME TO THE CORNER OF CONDARCO AND JONTE

Busy?

No, what's up?

Come, sit. Gimme a minute.

-You wanted to see me?
-Yeah.

I gotta show you something first.

What?

"B."

Cool.

It may not mean much to you,

but the angel,

it made me believe I had another chance.

If I did things right.

I never want to forget that.

Or where I came from
or who helped me, none of it.

-I'll have it here forever.
-All right.

Stop. You're gonna make me cry. Come here.

So, listen.

I was talking to Luna,
the lawyer that's helping me.

To see if you could be
Lucas's guardian out there.

Great.

Do you want to?

-Sure. I'll do it.
-Yeah?

Cool.

Thank you.

She'll be waiting outside, tomorrow.

She'll get you up to speed.
There'll be paperwork.

It's a lot of work.

I'll send you some cash
I got from the book.

You'll be set the first few months
in case Lucas needs stuff or whatever.

And

this is a letter

for Lucas…

I don't know if you're gonna see him
in ten days, two or three months.

-But give it to him when you do.
-I will.

Here's Luna's number.

Her name's Luna Lunati.

She's there for whatever you need.

Whatever I need?

A little lovin' wouldn't be bad.

I'll call her.

Watch yourself.

I'm just kidding.

All right.

I know I've busted your balls
200 times about this,

but don't be stupid.

Okay?

When you smell trouble, split.

-Always.
-You got it.

Write me, keep me posted.

Thanks for everything, man.

I don't know where I'd be without you.

Now it's your turn to help me out there.

For sure.

I'll be your eyes out there,
taking care of your kid until you get out.

We can't lose hope.

Can we?

Got something to toast with?

Yeah.

Always. Hold on.

Grab that cup.

Okay.

-Cheers.
-Cheers to never seeing you here again.

Excuse me, Sergio.

Where'd you get my breakfast, Timbuktu?

Yeah, I walked. Anything else?

No, that's fine.

Seventeen.

-Hit or stay?
-Hit me.

The boss is looking sharp.

It's not too much work.

Well?

No, not yet.

But they're on their way.

There he is!

-Brian!
-Brian!

All right!

Smoke some weed!

Christmas already?

Sounds like it.

Wanna keep playing?