All language subtitles for el marginal_s05e03

Brian!

No!

You son of a bitch!

Capece, do you copy?
Go to the Borges' block now!

There's a problem.

Okay.

Borges.

We have visitors.

Get the troops ready.

Showtime. What's good?

What's good? Move your asses!

Get the fuck over here, Borges!

You son of a bitch! Come here, you pussy!

Let's go!

You're a fucking scumbag!

Come here, motherfucker!

The fuck's your problem?

You son of a bitch!

Back up!

-You piece-of-shit pig!
-Fuck off!

Shut the fuck up. Get in there.

You'll pay for this, you fat fuck!

I'm gonna kill you!

You goddamn pussy!

-You really fucked up, pig…
-No, you fucked up!

Asshole!

You and your dumbfuck midget friend
are gonna pay for this.

You're a fucking dead man, Borges!

Go fuck yourself, asshole.

Son of a bitch!

And you, Borges, you better have
a good story. The boss is fuming.

-Let's go.
-Fuck off, Capece.

Take him away.

We gotta hit those assholes
where it hurts them the most.

Since I got back,
I've tried to stay out of trouble.

On the sidelines, stay cool.

But I can't.

Well?

-What?
-Do you take me for a fool?

I had nothing to do with the kid's death--

Do you take me for a fool?

I don't know. Ask your wife.

Know how much an inmate costs the state?

Seven grand a day.

Two-hundred grand a month.
Two point four mill a year.

The four years he was locked up,

forty-eight months,
that cost nine point eight mill.

Gimme a fucking break, Antín!
Are you an accountant now?

No, asshole.
I'm saying if my yearly numbers show

more dead inmates
than those that have reentered society,

the minister of justice comes
and kicks my ass.

If it's the other way around,
he'll massage my ass.

Get it, dummy?

How many times do I have to tell you?
I had nothing to do with that--

You're lying, asshole.

I can pull plenty of strings
inside Puente Viejo.

But out there, security's your problem.
Good luck.

Piñeiro's office.

I bet a prosecutor's outside,
waiting to ask me what the fuck happened.

What do I say?
How do I cover up this shitstorm?

I'll tell you just one thing.

If you're lying,

if you gave the order to kill that kid,
I'll slice your nuts with broken glass.

Rosario!

Take him away.

Don't touch, dummy. The paint's still wet.

Look how he botched it, César.

All of us in here know what pain is.

We know about loss.

Because we always lose.

They take everything from us in here.

Hopes, dreams, rights, everything.

But one of us was able to outsmart them.

He was loyal, generous, and even had
the balls to play by the rules to get out.

We did our best to protect him.

And while we celebrated
the fact that our work paid off,

our friend getting out, his freedom…

they killed him.

Right outside.

Right there.

Too far away for us to defend him,
but close enough for it to hurt us.

So we'd get the message.

Well, we got it.

And we'll respond.

Everyone involved in this shit
needs to know

we will respond
and that they couldn't beat Brian.

Brian died a free man.

As always…

the best ones leave

and the worst enter.

And Brian was one of the best of us.

They ripped out a kidney today.

But we're gonna rip their heart out.

We're the Sub-21. If you mess
with one of us, you mess with all of us!

For Brian, man! Let's go!

Let's fucking do this!

Come on!

What, James?

This is good for your heart.

This, for your soul.

You saved my ass, Colombia.

You really saved my ass this time.

Know what, Borges?

You're more likely to die from a stroke

than get killed in an attack
by those fucking assholes.

I'm tired.

I'm so tired.

Getting to this age,
like this, fucking sucks.

If I want to eat,

a pill.

If I wanna fuck,

another pill.

To shit,

another pill.

I'm going blind, James.

And, on top of that,
these fuckers wanna pin the murder on me.

They're choking me.

Those sons of bitches.

Who the fuck plugged that kid?

We're gonna destroy them,

hang them by the balls.

I won't let
Miguelito Palacios get off scot-free.

Do what you gotta do.

Say no more.

On your knees, on the ground!
Hands behind your head. That's right.

Freeze, police.

Freeze, police!

Don't move!

Hands behind your head. Don't move.

Stay there.

Sorry, meeting here's for your safety.

-What was that? I saw him get shot.
-I know.

-Clearly there was beef in here.
-Must've been a message.

Somebody told them he was leaving.
What happened?

I don't know, but don't worry.
I'll handle it.

What's your plan?
You gotta stay out of trouble, Miguel.

Want me to just sit, do nothing?

If I'm handling this thing with your son,
you can't get involved in trouble in here.

Know what it's like in here?
It's a shitshow. There's a war going on.

Try to stay on the sidelines.
I found a way for you to see Lucas.

What is it?

Come, sit.

Judges see a difference between fathers
needing sons and sons needing fathers.

That's why I need you
to stay out of trouble.

That's a tough ask, Luna.

Think about your goal, Miguel.

Think of your son.

Focus on him.

Give me the wrench.

No, the wrench, dumbass!

What's up, girl?

Sorry, I went by your place,
but the cops were outside.

So, total bummer, I had to turn around.
But I didn't blow you off or anything.

We'll just be sneakier, hang inside.

It's tricky for me
to be out on the street.

Well, just let me know. Bye, babe.

You're obsessed with that chick, bro.

Leave her in peace.

Shut up. She's the one that wants it.

Looks like she wants seconds.

Plus I gotta get laid, Mopey!

Otherwise, I'll end up like you,
only fucking the pinups on your wall.

I help you, and you give me shit?

-I'm just playing.
-You really whining to me about pussy?

It's not just Kari.

Whenever I go outside, I'm like an owl,

eyes like saucers.

I'm a fugitive, bro.

You got out.
Those clowns are stuck inside. Got it?

Still, I gotta go. The city's too risky.
They could catch me again any second.

Take over for me. Focus…
I gotta go send a fax.

You're disgusting, Mopey.

All I do is mention the pinups,
and you gotta go rub one…

Son of a bitch. Make sure you flush!
I don't want to see your swimmers.

The fuck's going on here?

Mopey.

Fuck.

Mopey!

Mopey, customer!

I'm shitting!

Son of a bitch.

Excuse me, hello!

Anybody there?

Hi there.

-How are you?
-Fine, you?

Is the mechanic here?

Mopey's sending a fax
in the bathroom. He's sending a fax.

My car's acting funny. I don't know why.

There's a very odd noise.
Could you take a look?

Sweet ride!

Nice.

Who is it?

Perfect. Okay, thanks so much.

Hi, Lucas.

How are you?

I'm Luna. A friend of your dad's.

May I?

I was talking to your dad.

He's really worried.
He thinks about you a lot.

I doubt that.

He does. He asked me to come see you.

Because he can't.

But he wants

to reconnect with you.
He wants you to know he's here to help.

Do they treat you well here?
Do you have friends?

No, I don't have friends.

What are you doing?

Isn't that math?

Equations! I was so bad at those.

That's sort of why I started studying law.

Now I'm helping your dad,

so you two don't drift apart.

Your dad's very concerned about you.

He loves you.

And he doesn't want you to worry.
We're doing everything we can

so you two can be together again.

"Together"?

My dad's in prison
and won't ever get out again.

We don't know that.

That's why I'm here, to change things.

Your dad asked the court
to let him see you.

But they said no.

But if you agree

and want to…

there's a way you can see each other.
You have to ask.

The court will definitely listen to you.

-You're a dumbass, Mopey!
-Stop.

Why didn't you say that prick comes here?

Don't yell! Go, hide.
Everything'll be fine.

Seriously?! I've been waiting an hour!

I've been calling you the past hour.
No answer.

There was traffic, a protest.
There was a march.

Fucking populism.

What's up, Mr. Mopey?

How are you?

Fine, just fine.

Always with the long face?
There's always something…

You look like you just shit yourself.
Did you…

-You shit yourself?
-No.

You see my latest purchase?

-Yeah…
-The car I bought my wife.

-Nice car.
-I keep her happy.

But she drives like shit.
The car's died on her 15 times already.

Some shit about the carburetor…
I don't know.

-Can you take a look?
-Sure, no problem.

It'll be 110% better
when I'm done, as always.

You're so humble.

You lucky bastard,
splitting from your boss.

Borges, you mean?

Who else? Borges!
That idiot's a pain in the ass,

a real ball buster.

He's getting dumber with age.

I'm coming!

You fucking nag!

Can you send me the invoice?

I don't do invoices.

Right, you don't do invoices.

Don't worry, we'll figure it out.

-Ciao, Mopey.
-Ciao.

Do a bump, man!
Turn that frown upside down.

That cream really did wonders for you.

But it's not stiff enough.
You need a supplement.

My girlfriend also said that, gave me
a blue pill. Now it gets real stiff.

Sure, laugh.

Okay, we're done.

Hey.

Learn anything?

My princess came to visit Miguel Palacios.

I know that, stupid.
Why else would she come here?

She came as a representing attorney.

What?

As Pastor's representing attorney?

Bingo.

Undo my knots, baby.

Okay.

On my back.

What's with those clowns?
They're always yapping.

That fucking bitch.

I should've returned her to her dad
mixed into half a dozen empanadas.

Goddamn it.

Don't get upset, Mario.

I think she's here
about his little fucking book.

There's money in that.

You know money's like shit.

It always attracts flies.

Cut the bullshit, James.
That bitch doesn't need money.

No. Stay sharp, Colombia.

Stay sharp. There's something
really damn fishy about those two.

You won't believe how they ignore me.
Everything's gonna fall apart.

One of these days,
you gotta make them show you some respect.

Quit waiting.

You know you're right?

You know what? I think it's time
for me to stand up for myself.

What do you have to lose?

-Plenty of things. You know that.
-Oh yeah?

Go on.

Don't get too close, you cute fairy.

Once again, I have to bury loved ones.

Like lights that burn out too early.

Everything I care about fades away.

It dies.

I lose it on this treacherous path.

Buddy, get some sleep.

Thanks. Good night.

Good night.

Whenever it seems like there's hope,
something comes along to crush my dreams

and tells me I can only survive.

I'm speechless today.

I'm dry today.

I'm searching for a sliver of light

among all this beastly, savage darkness.

And it isn't easy.

There's a stone in my chest.
A stone that won't let me breathe.

I'd like to remove that stone and bash in
the heads of the tyrants next door.

Sometimes it feels
like I have to swallow my rage and wait.

All I can do is hunker down
with the old guys in my block.

They gravitate towards me
because they know that, like them,

I've seen death up close.

Are you gonna answer or not, bitch?

I knew it!

"Come over."

"Capulcurán… 4551."

I'll be there.

Come in, Your Honor.

-How are you?
-How's it going?

Please sit.

I'd be remiss

not to tell you

how deeply we all admire you
here in Puente Viejo.

Not only because
of your reputation as a judge,

but also because of the quality
of the legal prose in your rulings.

-Whenever I'm bored--
-Less flattery and more coffee.

No sugar!

Doesn't that give you acid reflux?

Other things make it worse.

For example, the murder
of an inmate in front of the prison.

Yes, that boy's death was a travesty.

And, unfortunately, in this day and age,
it happens all too often.

-"All too often" in Puente Viejo?
-Yes, in Puente Viejo. Of course.

Specifically, during the previous tenure
of the deceased director, Benito Galván.

In the name of the Father,
Son, and Holy Spirit. Amen…

There's plenty to clear up about that.

But we're talking about yours. And I think

the murder warrants a deep investigation
of the prison's interior.

Right, but I disagree about "interior."
Why must the investigation take place

within the confines of the prison

when the criminal act occurred
outside the prison, in the exterior?

Right when he's freed?

Well, one chooses a life of crime.

One kidnaps, steals, kills, makes enemies.

Then they kill him.

-But…
-And it's my fault?

His enemies may be inside the prison.
There are lots of leaders here.

Or are you telling me
you're the only one in charge?

I am completely in charge,
the sole leader, and have the authority--

It would make sense
if the order came from inside.

Don't take me for a fool.

No, please. Of course not, Your Honor.

-More coffee, ma'am?
-No, thank you. Another time.

See you soon.

I'm at your disposal, Your Honor.

Thanks for stopping by.

Won't it feel nice to fuck up the Medinas?

We'll blindside 'em!

Might be tough
to off both the Borgeses and Medinas.

We might need to wait a bit.

Are you nuts?

We're not waiting.
We're doing what we said.

Trust me. It'll be fine.

They won't see it coming.

Finally, a win for us.

Palacios, the director wants you.

See you later.

Beat it, motherfucker.

You're gonna get it.

What the hell, man?

What's your deal, man?
What are you looking at?

Do I owe you something?

Chill, man. You're all tense.

You're imagining things.

I just wanna say
I had nothing to do with that kid's death.

I don't give a fuck
if you were involved in Brian's death.

Man, you're really pissed off, aren't you?

You're really pissed at Borges.
I'm not Borges, dude.

Take a good look at me. I'm not Borges.

Even better.

Then fuck off.

If I ever see you again,
I'll cut you in half. Got it?

Dude,

you're holding on to so much hate.

It's toxic, eating you
from the inside, clouding your mind.

It's a shame 'cause we'd make a good team.

We could work together,
do interesting stuff.

You're right.

We could be great friends, couldn't we?

I don't know about "friends."
They act stupid and argue.

I'm talking about
thinking a bit outside the box. You see?

A shift in perspective.

We could do great things together.

I'm just saying.

All right. I'm gonna tell you something,
and I want it to really stick.

We won't ever work together.

You are my enemy.

Got it?

Think about it.

Who knows? Maybe someday,

we'll split a sundae.

Want some maté?

Get to work.

What's up, guys?

Gonna hit me?

Gonna hit me?

You two are gonna hit me?

Please, man! Gonna hit me, bitch?

Go on, bitch! Hit me! Go on!

Olé!

Come on!

Hit me now, bitch!

Who sent you?!

What about you?

You beached whale.

Tell your buddies
that we kicked your asses, bitch.

We're gonna have our way with you, fatty!
We're gonna fuck you, bitch. Look.

You fuckers just got rocked.
Go tell your boss.

-Bitch!
-Pussy.

Piece of shit.

Why's this scumbag here?

This prick's here? I'm out, Antín.

You killed a good kid.
Your days are numbered.

I didn't kill anyone, asshole!

-You fucking pussy…
-Enough! Jesus, stop!

-Enough!
-Stop.

Stop, you big fucking assholes.

Dipshits.

Calm down!

Some serious shit went down
in Puente Viejo.

A murder's always a big deal.

I got this old bitch,
Piñeiro, breathing down my neck.

So let's calm the fuck down!

Let's calm down!

Let's act like sentient beings.

No, I'm not here to chat.

It's obvious who did it.

I'm not talking to this prick.

Look, Antín. There used to be order here.
It was flimsy, but we respected it.

This piece of shit crossed the line.
Make him pay for it, or I will.

But he'll pay. With your life, Borges.

-Go fuck yourself!
-All right!

Enough with the insults, asshole.
Enough. Stop.

I'm not asking you two to fall in love,

shake hands,

kiss, fuck,

or go out together.

I'm asking for a truce.

A non-aggression pact.

At least until that old bitch leaves.

Making waves isn't good for you or me.

And I have no fucking clue
who ordered that kid to be killed.

It doesn't concern me or affect me.
I don't care.

I just don't want
to be stuck taking the fall.

Antín is not the fall guy.

Hey, piggy.

LUNA LUNATI
MIGUEL PALACIOS

Oh, sweetheart…

Look who it is!

Hey, handsome.

He's cute.

What's up, buddy?

He's playful.

Like your wife.

Watch your mouth! You're pushing it.

Nothing personal, buddy.

-Take him.
-Come on.

Let go. Come on out.

He's freaked out.
Let's go before those pricks get here.

Good morning…

Don't you remember me?

-Eat.
-Who are you, "El Chapo" Guzmán?

Chapulín Colorado.

What are you doing here?

Not a great "hello," sweetheart.

After all this time.

Don't tell me you don't remember me.
I don't believe it.

I sure remember you.

And the great times we had together.

What's wrong?
You think I'm gonna hurt you?

No, I never said that.

I always said that if you stayed close,

nothing bad would happen to you.

Remember?

Yes.

You broke my heart.

I thought we had something beautiful.

I waited for you.

I did.

Not even a message,

a phone call.

But you know what?
I got something for you,

a while back.

Thank you.

It's very pretty.

No.

You don't deserve it.

You're not here to see me.

You're here to see
that son of a bitch, Pastor.

Please leave.

Go.

Oh, my little princess.

You don't know the truth.

That Pastor is a two-timing rat.

He iced your daddy, the judge.

What are you saying?

The dude whose conjugal visit
you're here for killed your daddy.

He killed him.

Ciao, sweetheart.

Luna.

Are you okay?
The Colombian? What'd he do to you?

What happened?

Did you kill my dad?

Now you're fucked.

It was you.

Hey, shit-for-brains!
Quit busting my ovaries! Beat it!

Don't come back without the cash.
I'll break your face, pal.

Hello.

Sup?

I'm looking for Kari.

I know.

I'm her friend, Eli.

Come on.

Come on, dude.

Go make some money. Do that later.

-Chill, girl.
-No, beat it. You hear me?

Go.

So is Kari around? She told me to come.

That's all bullshit.
I was talking to you on Facebook.

-What?
-Yeah.

I've been waiting for you for months.

For me? I don't know you. You a cop?

I'm Eli.

Kari's friend since we were little brats.

Take it down a notch. Sit.

Sit down!

What's going on? Why'd you call?
Why'd you lie, say you were Kari…

I needed to talk to you.

I see. You wanted to fuck, didn't you?

Look, I don't want any beef with Kari,
but if she knows, then okay.

If not, I'd rather do this another time.

Kari skipped town
with some other dude ages ago.

Some other dude? Come on.

-What are you saying?
-Yup, some other dude.

-Some other dude? Kari?
-That's right.

-No way.
-Yes way.

-No way.
-Yup.

Yeah, it's possible. Isn't it?
Women are all the same.

Anyway…

-So?
-"So?"

She split and left me high and dry.

What do I care, girl?

I'm lost. She owe you money?
Did you fight? What?

Hey, you wanna see? Come with me.

Come on.

That's a kid. So?

His name is Juan Pablo.

Just like me.

Is he your cousin, nephew?

He's your and Kari's son.

She said the Borgeses would come get him.

But here we are.

I'm taking care of the kid.

He's your son, Dios.

HYGIENE RULES

Motherfucker!

You son of a bitch!

You lousy son of a bitch!

I'm going to fucking kill you!

Fuck you!

-You fat fuck!
-Get him!

Hit him!

All right!

Leave him. That's enough. Come on.

Come on.

Trash.

Hi there.

Hi.

So your name's Juan Pablo?

Yeah.

And

do you like playing soccer, Juan P?

-No.
-No?

What do you like to do?

Play with my toys.