All language subtitles for Billionaires.Bunker.S01E05.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH_track5_[eng]

[unsettling music rises]

[Ziro] Roxán.

Pull up any and all references
you can find about BJ3.

Cross-reference with the data you have
on Falcom and Falcom Enterprises,

with the data on Guillermo Falcón,
his employees, everything.

[Roxán] Searching for matches with BJ3.

[Minerva] We had succeeded
at the hardest part.

Engineering the bunker,
simulating the apocalypse.

We had sent a team of two explorers
out into a radioactive wasteland.

We had a bunker filled with billionaires
who believed that the world outside

was collapsing around them.

And our whole plan was about to crumble
because of one loose end,

one answer we couldn't find.

What was BJ3?

My world was starting to spin,
and the void, opening beneath my feet.

And as I tumbled
into the abyss of the bunker,

I remembered how all of this began.

[school bell rings]

[Minerva] I was 12 years old,
and Ziro was 6.

[gloomy music playing]

As I did every day,

I went to pick him up after class
to stop him from being bullied.

That day, they had painted the letter R
onto the back of his uniform.

R for reject.

[bullies laugh]

And what's your letter?
I for Idiot or D for Dead?

I… I's for idiot!
Idiot, please! I'm sorry!

-[door closes]
-[Minerva] Mom?

[parakeet singing]

[Minerva] When we got home,
our mom wasn't there.

I thought, "She'll be back."

For dinner, I cooked boiled eggs,
and Mom didn't come home.

I've hated boiled eggs ever since.

It took me two days to find her note.

It was stuck under a fridge magnet,

along with a list of groceries
that she would never buy.

I'M SORRY

It read, "Sorry,
but I'm not cut out to be a mother."

Later, Social Services came to pick us up
and took us to an orphanage.

A very interesting detail.

[Minerva] The resident psychologist
wanted to separate us.

He said that my brother had
some kind of behavioral disorder.

[therapist's voice echoes]

[Minerva] Agoraphobia.
And something else that I don't remember.

[indistinct chatter]

[Minerva] We transformed his car
into an aquarium, and he changed his mind.

After that, he decided
to let us stay together.

Because there were two of us,
and we were weird and a little difficult,

we never really fit in with
the traditional Christmas family photo.

When I was 13,
I realized what the future held for us.

We would be society's outcasts.

There would only be one way
to redeem ourselves.

We would have to study
like there was no tomorrow.

And the scholarships started pouring in.

By 24, Ziro already had three degrees.

Systems engineering,
physics, and mathematics.

I had two degrees,
architecture and civil engineering.

I specialized in mega structures.

I worked with a civil construction company
for eight years.

I built viaducts and underwater tunnels.

I used to earn 5,918 euros a month.

It wasn't until I built
a high-speed train system in the desert

that I understood the truth.

That project made the construction company
a profit of well over a billion euros.

I had created a high-speed rail system
that could withstand desert storms.

I had built an elevated rail platform
and engineered dune barriers.

And for this,
I received a 23,000-euro bonus.

That's when I realized
that it didn't matter how talented I was,

I would always remain middle class

and would spend my entire life
paying my mortgage.

That's when I had my best idea ever.
A bunker for billionaires.

A crazy, megalomaniacal plan
that would see these privileged elite

pay between 40 and 80 million each.

But that wasn't the best part.

I understood that I could lock up
the richest people in Europe

and isolate them from the outside world,

and I could end up getting
even more money from them.

And the funniest thing of all

is that I could get them
to finance the whole scam themselves.

But right now, our whole plan
was about to come crumbling down

because of two letters
and one number, BJ3.

[intense music fades]

[suspenseful music rises]

INCOMING CALL

[console beeping]

Roxán has found something.

An electronic patent, Boston and Jackson.

[Ziro, echoing] Boston and Jackson…

[Minerva] And like many
of the world's miracles…

[Ziro] An electronic patent…

…they happen just when you thought
everything was lost.

At the last moment,
Roxán found something else.

[Roxán] I have found
other possible matches with BJ3.

The match comes from the data I downloaded
from Max Varela's phone.

In one of his videos,
the term "BJ3" is mentioned.

Put it on screen.

[Ane] Come on. Come here, boy.

-Come here! Come on. Come on.
-[horse grunts]

So, it would appear to me that the horse
refuses to obey its mistress.

Dad, you just wait and see.

-[clicks tongue] BJ…
-[BJ snorts]

[gently] Come on. Come on.

That's it!

[Guillermo] Temperamental,
like his grandfather.

[Ane] Right, BJ?

[Roxán] BJ3 could be the nickname

of an English thoroughbred
of celebrated lineage

who is currently valued
at 40 million euros.

Four-time winner
of the English grand national,

the grandfather's name was Blackjack.

It was the horse that sired generations
of famous racehorses.

This stallion's name is Fierro,

but it appears that Falcón's daughter uses
the initials of his famous grandfather.

"BJ" and "3" for the third generation.

BJ3.

BJ cannot be a horse, Minerva.

The business transaction
is worth 1.4 billion euros.

Why worry about a 40-million-dollar horse?

It has to be the patents.

Roxán, what is the probability
the Mexican wants

to buy Boston and Jackson?

[Roxán] 80%.

Detailed results?

Orduña owns
344 high-tech electronic patents

and has continued a strategy
of patent acquisitions

over the past five years.

Does he have any connection with horses?

Very little. His nephew Álvaro

takes part
in the occasional show-jumping event.

The probability of Orduña wanting
to acquire a thoroughbred stallion

is less than 20%.

He wants the patent, for sure.

-No!
-Explain.

Because the man is about to retire.

An old billionaire
doesn't give a shit about some new patent.

He wants to humiliate Falcón.

And he succeeds
by taking his daughter's horse.

Because that's what gets
an old billionaire aroused.

Roxán, where is he keeping the horse?

[Roxán] The only references
I can find concerning Fierro

is that he has spent the last four years
in a stable in the Extremadura region.

Since then,
the stallion has not been registered

in any competitions.

INCOMING CALL

We have to go all or nothing.

So, which one are we gonna do?

I've been calling you all night.

Buy yourself a fuckin' satellite phone.

You wake me up.

You never stop calling me,

you threaten to come find me
with the ambassador, and for what?

To sell Ane's favorite horse?

[sighs]

The only living memory I have of her?

Look, Guillermo…

I completely understand
the sentimental value of animals,

but it's my duty to remind you

that this is the best business opportunity
we've ever had.

This animal spends its days
in our stables in Extremadura.

I never visit him
because it breaks my heart to see him.

Sell it.

[quietly] Sell it.

Okay. You'll need to give me its passport.

And the combination to the safe.

-Hello? Hey!
-Fuck!

-Oswaldo?
-I don't fuckin' believe it!

Do we have the combination?

[Roxán] I don't have
this information available.

[Oswaldo] Willy!

-[Guillermo] Can you hear me? Waldo?
-Yes.

Tomorrow go to my house.
Call me from there, okay?

Then we'll open the safe, together.

8:00 a.m., local time tomorrow.
I'll be there.

We have until sunrise
to find the combination.

I'll open this bottle,
but I have something to say.

I agreed to come here with you
because I need a chance to unwind.

But you also need to understand
that I'm not going to bed with you.

Not tonight, and not ever.

In case you wanted to return
to your apartment.

I'll take that as a compliment.

When a woman says something like that…

Something has crossed her mind.

[both chuckle softly]

But today…

I'm just here to be with my friend Rafa.

So you can open it.

[chuckles softly]

Whoa.

[Rafa] Just this one, 'kay?

[cheeky music playing]

Here you go. To your health.

And here's to… new friends.

Despite being stuck down here…

[Minerva] Ingrid, listen to me.

I don't know how you can do it,

but you need to get
the combination to Falcón's safe.

You'll have to work quickly.
We only have tonight.

[unsettling theme music playing]

BILLIONAIRES' BUNKER

[theme music fades]

["C'est la vie No. 2" by Phosphorescent
playing on headphones]

♪ I wrote all night… ♪

[Max] The day I came back to life,
I did it so I wouldn't go back to jail.

♪ Burning a hole up to heaven
I don't write all night… ♪

[Max] That's what surviving is all about.

It's about dancing…
even as your world is crumbling.

Even when the love of your life is dead.

Even when your father betrays you.

Even when your family
starts to fall to pieces…

I will keep on dancing,
even if Asia tells me that she hates me.

♪ C'est la vie, they say… ♪

[Max] Even if she says I'm a murderer.

Because the day I killed her sister,
I killed her too.

♪ C'est la vie… ♪

[Max] I'm gonna keep on dancing…

Even if I'm the only one at the party
and all the guests have gone.

[shouts inaudibly]

♪ It's just how it goes, c'est la vie ♪

[bittersweet pop tune ends]

[unsettling music rises]

[static crackling on earpiece]

[Rafa] Don't let me drink much.

Otherwise, I'll end up doing karaoke,
and you'll never hear the end of me.

-[Elena laughs]
-[Rafa] Willy…

If you're up to it, we can do a duet.

-[Elena] Good idea!
-[Guillermo] We have a guitar!

[Rafa] Do you play an instrument?
Maybe… the sax?

-[Elena] The sax? Yeah, sure.
-[Rafa] You like the sax?

[Elena] Of course, I love it. [laughs]

Max Varela has an earpiece.

He found Yako's.

[splutters] Attention! He is listening
to his father on our internal channel.

Mute it now! Mute it!

[tense music building]

Give me that.

That was pretty fast.

You spend all day
watching like Big Brother, huh?

You're bleeding.

I think I'll need some alcohol.

To disinfect.

[sighs]

Come with me to the infirmary.

[monitor beeping]

What is it you're giving me?

Dexamethasone.

It's a sedative. I need you to be relaxed.

Because a blow to the head
could cause severe bleeding in the brain.

We'll have to keep you monitored
throughout the night.

Thanks, Asia.

Thank you for saving my life.

Not too shabby for a med student, huh?

I know we don't come from the same world.

You come from the orange suits.
I come from the blue.

-[both chuckle]
-No, it's the other way around.

What I mean is that we're
like those people on the Titanic.

You're in the first class, but I live
way down below in the third class.

I have a sausage
and a bottle of wine in my bag.

Because you want to go for a picnic?

-[laughs]
-Are we going on a date?

It's more of a thank-you picnic.

Yeah.

And so, where would you take me?

Maybe to the boiler room?
Or maybe to the tunnel?

[groggily] I'll find a… nice place for us.

[softly] Nice place for us…

["Again" by Noah Cyrus playing]

♪ You just made the worst mistake ♪

♪ And you'll regret it, darlin' ♪

♪ 'Cause once you give and then you take ♪

♪ You'll only end up wantin' ♪

♪ I wanna be your lover ♪

♪ I don't wanna be your friend ♪

♪ You don't know what you got
Till it's gone, my dear ♪

♪ So tell me that you love me again ♪

♪ I wanna be your lover ♪

♪ Baby, I'll hold my breath ♪

♪ You don't know what you got
Till it's gone, my dear ♪

♪ So tell me that you love me again ♪

♪ Again, babe ♪

♪ Again, babe ♪

♪ Again, babe ♪

♪ Again ♪

♪ You don't know what you got
Till it's gone, my dear ♪

♪ So tell me that you love me again ♪

[intense pop song fades]

Sit down there.

[ominous music playing]

You emptied the bottle.

It's what I drank in prison.

We had nothing else.

I have a question for you.

I just realized
that not only do you watch us,

but you're also listening to us.

But I don't get it.

Where are the microphones?

Sorry, I have no idea about that at all.

I'll stitch you up,
and you go right back to your bed.

Asia!

Everything okay?

What's wrong?

-I ran into Max Varela a minute ago.
-Right.

And did you step aside? [chuckles]

[quietly] No.

It was him, actually. [sniffles]

Tirso, would you…

Can you… Would you give me a hug?

If you don't mind.

[sniffles]

[tender music playing]

Tighter, please.

[crying softly]

[foreboding music rises]

[Minerva] Pretty unbelievable.

Tirso isn't her friend.

He's been charged with watching her.

None of this is true. No war, no friends.

But something as simple as a hug

from another person
can convince her that she's safe.

Isn't it fascinating?

I always knew the truth was overrated.

[knocking on door]

[tense music continues]

-[Mimi] Rafa? Guillermo? Are you there?
-Mimi!

Can I help you?

[Mimi] Mm.

Um, I was wondering
if you could open the door for me.

I don't know where…
I can't find Guillermo.

Of course.

Thank you. I've looked everywhere.

There was no one inside.

[shakily] But where can he be?

All the common areas
in the bunker are already closed.

I'm not feeling well.

[breathing shakily]

You should go upstairs
with Victoria and have some tea,

and if you want, I'll take a look around

and see if I can find them.

[Mimi exhales shakily]

[Guillermo] So how does someone end up
working in the bunker?

I had three or four interviews.

But in fact, none of them went very well.

My mother was sick back then.

-Anything serious?
-She started losing her eyesight.

In the beginning,
I was very angry with her.

She'd say things like…

like she didn't want
to waste any of her money

and that her glasses were fine.

She told me what I wanted to hear.

But I'd see her knock stuff over
and bump into door frames.

[gentle music playing]

It turns out she had a brain tumor.
It was pressing on her optical nerve.

Oh.

And then that was it.

Three months.

[sniffles]

And… shortly
after she passed away… [sniffles]

…they called me for a last interview.

[gloomy music playing]

And I just couldn't stop crying.

[Guillermo] Hmm.

Surprisingly, they gave me the job
that day.

[sighs]

It's almost…

as if they

were happy that my mother had died.

Why do you think that?

Well, it makes sense.

Find yourself employees
with nothing to lose,

then lock them up indefinitely in a hole.

I've lost all of my family.

She's brilliant.

So, I guess the only way to get inside
the bunker is to be a billionaire or bum.

-[chuckles]
-Or both. They're not incompatible.

What about me?

All I know about you is
what I read in the papers.

I've read a lot of stories about you.

-Some of it, very painful.
-Mm.

Some of them, hilarious.

[laughs]

You have to tell me, who had the idea
about the horse in the bathroom?

-[both laugh]
-I'm serious.

Did you wake up in the morning
and whistle and the horse waltzed in?

Was it someone else's idea?

"Mr. Falcón, we have a fabulous idea."

"We will do a photo of you shaving
with your stallion."

"Manly and virile."

-[both laugh]
-No? No, no, no, no. Hang on.

[giggles] Wait a second.

It was your idea.

I can see it on your face.

[chuckles] You're such a snob.

What did you do before?

Physiognomy.

[inhales sharply]

What?

A nonverbal communications expert.

And who would hire a… physiognomist?

Well, I've already worked
with political parties, with the police,

with casinos, to catch cheaters
just like you.

[Guillermo chuckles]

Faces are an open book for me.

Hmm?

Full of signs… that you think are hidden.

But that I can see perfectly clearly.

Don't you find that fascinating?

-Terrifying, actually.
-[chuckles]

You said you would never sleep with me,
and yet, here you are, undressing me.

[Minerva] Ingrid.

Time to open another bottle.

[tense music playing]

-You guys?
-[Elena] Hmm?

-Up for another?
-[Rafa] Mm.

No. Thanks, but I think
we're all done for tonight.

-Thank you.
-I'm not done.

Put another one on ice.

[Ingrid chuckles]

I was very moved
by what you said during therapy.

-It reminds me of my own story.
-[Rafa] Really?

So, you were also married to a… an AI?

I had reached
a similar stage with my husband.

You know what they say.

A marriage lasts two years
more than it should. Noblesse oblige.

And during that time,
you start to accept the fact

that your marriage is basically over,
and then you start to… to hate each other.

That hand…

That hand that caressed you
and gave you goosebumps…

Now, when that hand touches your thigh,
it feels like a wet, cold fish.

You have to go to the bathroom
to wash away the feeling.

Everything that made him unique
has become irritating and annoying.

And at night in bed,

as his member grinds
against my back, I'm thinking,

"Not going in my mouth."

I'm not lazy. It's disgusting.

And when I finally decided to leave him,

he had an accident,
and he ends up in a coma.

[quirky music playing]

[quietly] Wow.

The worst part was at the hospital.

His family was there, day and night,

thanking me for everything
and telling me to be strong.

His parents, his sisters, his cousins.

His many, many, many cousins…

All of them, religious,
and praying to God all day.

I mean, I don't even believe in God,
and I prayed.

I prayed that he would wake up

so I could leave him for good.

[footsteps approaching]

Thank you.

I tried everything to wake him up.
Desperate women will do desperate things.

[laughs] I played his favorite music.

I'd put my perfume
right under his nostrils.

I'd read him his books
for hours and hours.

-And one day, I masturbated him.
-[inhales sharply]

[Elena] A waste of time.

His parents saw
how concerned and committed I was,

and they kept thanking me for loving him.

All the guilt pushed me
to find ways to escape.

What do you mean, "ways to escape"?

I'd take a taxi way out to the suburbs,

and I'd fuck
the first guy that I could find.

[Rafa] Mm.

Gardeners, postmen, an electrician.
A few women too.

Whoever I could find.

You fall into
this spiral of self-destruction,

and you're not really conscious
of what's going on.

Until some guy's fucking you
in a wheelbarrow.

-In the back of a truck, I mean.
-Mm. I understand.

And when the foreman caught us,
I knew at that moment

that I'd hit rock bottom.

And that was
the day I got the call to come down here.

So I ran away. I didn't hesitate.

For quite some time,
I'd been thinking about suicide.

[somber music rises]

[chuckles sadly]

Me, saved by the apocalypse.

[both laugh]

Don't be too hard on yourself, hmm?

[Elena] Hmm?

I mean, everybody has had fantasies
about wheelbarrows.

[laughs]

But honestly, Elena,
I understand exactly how you feel.

Everybody, at some stage in their lives,
desperately needs…

a good hug.

[Elena chuckles]

Rafa, you have to learn
when it's time to move on.

[Rafa] It's not a question

of moving on or not.

It's a question of wanting to or not.
And I don't want to move on, Elena.

Others want me to.

But I resist.

There are times,
Rafa, when you have to accept it's over.

Or someday, you'll find yourself
hanging from pipes in the bunker.

[uplifting piano music playing]

[chuckles sadly]

Okay, then. [sniffles]

[sighs]

Is there no dancing allowed, or what? Huh?

-[laughs]
-Willy.

Willy! So how about a little, uh…

-Chica-chica-chica, huh? C'mon!
-[knocking]

-[Max] Dad, open the door!
-[knocking continues]

[tense music playing]

Why the hell is Max Varela there?

I don't know. I left him at his place.

Get him out of there.
And stay with him. Go.

[Rafa] What the hell are you doing here?
At this time of night?

Well, I heard people speaking,

so I thought maybe I could join you
for drinks.

[Max] You spend all day watching.

[Rafa] What happened to you?

[Max] But I don't get it.
Where are the microphones?

[Rafa] Max? What happened?
How'd you get that?

[tense music peaks, fades]

It's nothing. Don't worry.

I had a bit of a fight
with one of the guards.

Not the same one.

The pussy from the pantry. Remember?

Yeah, I remember.

Well, I guess that proves
some people never change.

Max… who did the stitches?

Cindy.

[chuckles]

Actually, half Cindy, half Asia.

Your daughter's the last doctor
in the world. And she's pretty good too.

[tense music building]

Could you get me a beer, please?

Let's do it. Perfect. Great.

What do you think? Time for a toast.

It's been so long
since the three men have been together.

Enjoy your drink.

There's no cars down here
for you to crash.

Well, look who's here.

Enjoying a party, are we?

I'm going back.

We're fucked now.

Ingrid, don't let him leave.
Cindy, you have to get Max out of there.

Max! Why don't we leave the adults
to themselves?

No, no, no, no!
Ingrid, we're losing him. Do something.

[tense music swells]

[Minerva] Ingrid!

[under breath] Fuck, fuck! Fuck!

Hey. What just happened there?

That was pretty intense.

Forget it. It's a bit of a long story.

The kid and I don't get along
all that well.

I have the solution.

And I know exactly where we can enjoy it.

In the director's office.

Nobody else has access,
but my hand opens many doors.

Maybe you don't want to sleep with me,
but you're trying very hard.

It stimulates conversation.

And your friend
has his hands full. [chuckles]

[low, tense music playing]

You all must think
that I'm a complete fool.

Looking for Guillermo in the middle
of the night instead of sleeping.

I don't think you have to give us
any explanation at all, my dear.

As women, we are ashamed
of everything we do.

That's our biggest problem
and men's biggest victory.

And it should be the other way round.

Do you know why?

Because the clitoris
has over 10,000 nerve endings.

And a phallus, on the other hand,

has half the amount.

[chuckles]

This just means that all of us women
can enjoy twice as much pleasure as men.

Which is exactly what men
have been chasing all their lives.

So now, instead of having women
fully enjoy what nature has given them,

they make us feel ashamed.

So you think
the clitoris is nature's gift?

[chuckles] You make it sound
like a superpower, Victoria.

-That's because it is. Truly.
-[Mimi chuckles]

We are made to be superheroes, baby!

[both laugh]

And that is my secret.

[both chuckle]

[clicks tongue] Mimi, I'm sorry,
but I don't have good news for you.

Guillermo's not with Rafa.

He's with that girl from the spa.

[tense music playing]

I saw them leaving the cocktail bar
and going into Minerva's office.

Apparently, to have a few more drinks.

Drinks that the girl had discreetly hidden
inside her… panties.

They went into the office
as if they were going to a nightclub,

all careless and fancy-free.

I mean, it was obvious they were flirting.

[Mimi crying softly]

Plus, they closed the curtains.

[sobs] Oh.

Mimi, Mimi. Are you okay?

Ever since we arrived, I've been…
feeling constipated and sick.

Mimi, sweetie.

You're somatizing
from all the emotions you've repressed.

It's time to stand up.

It's time to say enough is enough.

This isn't him hooking up
with his secretary,

while you're sipping a mimosa
by the pool like he did with Marta.

-This is especially low, even for him.
-[Mimi sobs]

Not because he's flirting with one
of those pretty little servants, no.

What's unforgivable is that people
are dying under bombs outside.

And you can't even go shopping
or get a manicure,

just to pretend
you don't see what's happening.

[Mimi exhales shakily]

[sniffles]

I'm going upstairs
to speak with my husband.

-[quietly] Maybe we should tag along.
-Yes, we should.

[intense, resolute music playing]

Ingrid, we have a problem.

[on earpiece] Falcón's wife
is heading your way.

We don't have much time.

[unsettling music playing]

Do you like jazz?

It's perfect for this moment.
Don't you think?

["Side Pocket Blues"
by Kenny Werner playing]

-[both breathing heavily]
-How do I know this kiss is real?

If all you've done is lie to me all night.

-Me?
-Yes.

When did I ever tell a lie?

About the massage, about your friend…

I told you, I'm a physiognomist.

I can see you're lying
from the tiniest details.

-And what are these tiny details?
-A tenseness in your facial muscles.

Imperceptible ocular movements.

And these… imperceptible ocular movements…
they might be wrong, who knows?

No.

[sultry jazz continues on record player]

-[sighs]
-Would you like me to prove it?

Sure, go ahead.

I've never met
a woman lie detector before.

What about that kiss first?

I don't think so.

You don't believe me, but I'll prove it.

I'm gonna ask you five questions.

And depending on your answers,
I'll know if you're lying

or telling the truth.

And how will you know
if you've got it right?

Because you're gonna write
the answers… on this.

-For your eyes only.
-Ah.

And what do I win, if you fail?

That kiss.

And maybe more. Who knows?

[Guillermo] Mm.

Maybe something you'll remember forever.

How exciting.

[intense music resumes]

How is Ingrid?

Flirting strategy has been initiated.
It seems to be working.

His heart rate continues to climb.

[elevator whirring]

She won't have enough time.
His wife will be there in two minutes.

We're fucked.

What do we do, Minerva?

[suspenseful music building]

-[electricity crackles]
-[Frida screams]

-[music stops]
-[elevator powers down]

[tense music pulsing]

Ingrid, speed things up.

Your first question.

Where did you lose your virginity?
And at what age?

-That seems like two questions.
-You're right.

In the back of a car.

I was 17.

That's a lie.

16 years old in a hammock by the pool.

Two-zero.

How come nobody's coming to help us?!

[clicks button]

We had almost reached the top floor.

-If we open the doors, we can make it.
-[uniform unzips]

Let's get these doors open. C'mon.

Come on!

-[Mimi straining]
-[doors squeak]

Those doors aren't blocked.
We just shut down the electricity.

With a bit of effort, they can open them.

So, have you ever had sex with a man?

[Guillermo chuckles softly]

He's written, "No."

[both straining]

[Frida] I can't! I can't do it!

[Guillermo inhales sharply]

Yes.

The correct answer is… no.

[Guillermo sighs]

-[Mimi] Push harder!
-I can't do it! [groans]

-Leave it. Let me try.
-Mimi, what are you doing?

Have you ever been truly in love?

I think that question
is somewhat subjective.

[Mimi panting]

Some days I wake up madly in love.

But then later, when I go to sleep,
I feel deeply disappointed.

-[Mimi groans]
-It's hard to say.

[both straining]

I don't fuckin' believe it!

[Frida and Mimi panting]

Ingrid, you've gotta move faster.
You don't have much time.

Yeah, you're right.

We need precise questions
to get precise answers.

How about a number?

-Mm-hmm.
-Like the combination to your safe.

[tense music swells]

Lift me up.

-Huh?
-[Mimi] Put your hands together.

-[Frida] Okay. [groans]
-Your hands!

[energetic music playing]

-He hasn't written anything down.
-Zoom in.

Ingrid, he's not writing anything.

[Mimi grunts]

[Frida] You got it!

[sighs]

[suspenseful music building]

3-1-1-0-2-0-0.

Roxán, what are the chances
that Falcón is telling the truth?

[Roxán] 63%. No hesitation detected.

No rapid eye movement
or change to the ocular nerve.

Ingrid, he's telling the truth.

I think you're telling the truth,
but I'm not entirely sure.

I don't know why.

Hurry. You've got less than a minute.
She's coming down the hall.

Sweetie, put your hands together.
Help me up.

-Mom, where are you going?!
-We're going to miss the show! Hurry!

I think that I'm missing something.

You lied.

Everything is true.

I have the habit of never writing down
my passwords on paper or anywhere else.

[whispers] All in here.

So, technically speaking… I win.

-Yes! Yes!
-[Ziro] Good.

-Yes!
-[Ziro] Good.

We've got it!

Ingrid, we've got it.
Now get out. Mimi's almost there.

-You owe me a kiss.
-[inhales sharply]

Technically speaking, you broke the rules,
and I will never know the truth.

And also, you're married.

[Guillermo] Mm.

But now I wanna kiss you more
than I have ever wanted to kiss her.

[tense music subsides]

[Mimi sighs]

I wanted to thank you, Guillermo,

for being here
and offering me this… moment of clarity.

Look at the power…
that this man has over me.

One day, he says we are
a confluence of mutual orphanage.

We are like symbiosis
in nature documentaries.

And the next day,
he tells me we're marvelous.

And little by little,
I swallow whatever dignity I have

until it becomes so imperceptible
that it has all but disappeared. Gone.

[sniffles]

I wanted to thank you…

because only now do I have the clarity
required to leave you, Guillermo.

[sighs] And if at some point
in the future,

you have even the inkling of an intention
to come and see me,

to tell me that you believe
we were better off

in the subterfuge of infidelity,
then… don't do it.

Because we will never get back together.

Never. [sniffles]

["Drop" by Hope Sandoval playing]

[wistful country tune continues]

[speaking inaudibly]

♪ The way you drop ♪

♪ Is like a stone ♪

♪ Making out, you're flyin' ♪

♪ But you've just been thrown… ♪

[Max] No way, that doesn't count.

[Ane and Max chatting on video]

[Ane] Ready? Here I go!

Good! Nice hit! Well done! [laughs]

[Asia panting, sniffles]

I see you're accompanying me.

Yes.

And this will be the second time
that I've brought you back.

Try not to escape again.

Do you really wanna walk all that way?

Yeah.

[cheering inaudibly]

[breathing shakily]

♪ Where loving goes ♪

♪ I should have guessed ♪

♪ When I took that girl ♪

♪ Do I love her still? ♪

♪ Well, that's just a chill ♪

[dreamy indie tune fades]

[Max and Ane chatting on recording]

[suspenseful music playing]

[Ane] What are you doing?!

-[laughs] You're crazy!
-Whoo!

The water's great!

[Ane laughing] What are you doing?!

Ugh! Dude, it's freezing!
Get outta there! C'mon, please!

-[laughs] You're crazy!
-[Max] Whoo! Whoo!

-[Ane] What are you doing?
-[Max] Come in with me!

[Ane] No way I'm goin' in there!

-[Max] What?!
-[Ane chuckles] No way, I'm not going!

[Guillermo] How did you get
your sister's phone?

-[Max] Come on, it's fabulous! Whoo-hoo!
-Was it him?

There's no way. [laughs]

You're going to freeze to death!

-[Max] You're such a wuss!
-[Ane] Come on! Please stop!

-[Max] Get in here!
-[Ane] Stop it! No, it's freezing!

[squeals]

[mournful string music building]

Did you give this to my daughter?

-[grunts]
-Why?

To aggravate the pain?

To win her over?

To make her think you're not
the worthless piece of shit you are?

That's not what it's about.

[grunts]

[Guillermo] I saw you flirting
with her in the canteen.

You've got no respect for the past.

Are you trying to trick her?

[groans]

You took my daughter from me.

You took my wife from me.

Because she didn't die in an accident.

She killed herself out of grief!

So before I let you get close to Asia,
I will fuckin' kill you.

[Max groaning]

[Guillermo grunts]

-[somber music dies down]
-[coughs]

[Frida panting]

[crying] Son…

-[Max groans]
-[Frida] Let me take a look.

Are you okay?
Are you all right, baby? Yeah?

Get outta here. Get outta here.

Go. Leave.

Go.

I said leave!

[knuckles crack]

[Asia] Max.

You have no right

to talk to my son like that
or to hit him, do you hear me?!

Don't ever do that again!

[Guillermo] Forgive me.

I completely lost it.

Uh…

I was in shock after Mimi.

[sighs] I'm sorry.

[inhales sharply]

[sighs, sniffles]

[dramatic string music playing]

[both moaning softly]

I left my husband, and Mimi's left you.

For over 20 years, we've had this secret.
It's time for us to be together.

[dramatic string music continues]

Subtitle translation by:
Soledad Etchemendy