All language subtitles for Wild.District.S01E07_English

Where are we going?

Get out and wait here.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Hello, sir.

I'm sorry that I didn't hear you get in.
We were waiting for you.

The master will be here shortly.

Would you like to have lunch?
Are you hungry?

Here, sir.

Sit down, sit down.

Make yourself at home.

Commanders don't usually talk
about this, right?

This house was sold to me by a pilot
as it is right now.

Down there, there's the barbecue,
the cages for the dogs...

here, there's a living room where I sit
and drink a glass of rum, smoke a cigar,

watch soccer matches.

Here, there are three rooms
and a bathroom.

For guests.

Sure.

It's good, right?

It's good.

And do you throw a lot of parties here?

Yeah.

A lot.

With girls and all that?

With lots of them.
And with many friends too.

Did your family like the present
I sent to your daughter for her birthday?

- Yes, sir, thank you. God bless you.
- Good.

Look, this is a driving range.

It's like a shooting range for golf.

Let's go for it, huh?

I have here...

some little toys.

Some clubs...

more clubs...

And two pretty blacks.

This is one of the most beautiful toys
that I have.

This is so pretty, my friend!

Perfect balance.

Let's try it out, bro. I'll show you.

You can drink some more rum.

A deep breath, and...

You landed it on your neighbors' house.

I want to break their windows
because I wasn't accepted at the club.

So I can show them
this isn't just a rich man's sport!

Cheers!

Here, hit a ball.

-I don't know how to do it.
-Don't be a pussy. Hit it.

There you go, bro!

You have to place your feet
at the same distance.

I told you, your feet
at the same distance.

You're a motherfucking good shot!

Motherfucker!

Oh, my God!

Those with money are the ones
who set out the rules in this country.

And do you know why?

Because money gives power.

And with power you can draft laws,

make them up, fix them,

bury them, throw them away...

It's amazing to see
how those motherfuckers do that so well!

Lawyers,

advisors,

accountants...

Those are the new armies.

That's why those pricks signed
the peace agreement. What's better, bro?

Being a criminal in the jungle
eating shit...

or being a criminal from home,

from the city? That's how those pricks
in government commit their crimes.

How much money does one need
to draft laws?

A lot.

I don't have enough.

I may...

not have a fancy surname.

I may not be a member of the country club.

But one thing sets me apart
from those motherfucking oligarchs.

I am ready to get my hands dirty.

Just like you are, Jhon Gómez.

You and I are pretty much alike, bro.

When I was 16,
I belonged to Mono's safety ring.

I liked the way these guys thought,

their ideology, the guns...

He taught me
military intelligence, finance,

nursing, public order...

We grew gardens and built schools
during the day,

and at night we spilled the oil
of the companies that wouldn't pay us.

So far,

so good.

Until my dad was killed.

A peasant who wouldn't do
any harm to anybody.

He used to take care of
one of Mono's ranches.

A hell of a ranch,
with lots of cattle and stuff.

Until a commander
known as El Caco arrived.

Son of a bitch...

He went to take some cattle for the troops
and he stole some.

The motherfucker blamed my dad.

El Caco killed my dad.

And Mono, the son of a bitch,
believed them.

All the commanders bury
watch each other's motherfucking backs.

They have all that cocaine money,

and what about the militants' families?

Nothing.

They don't even see a cent of that.

That's why I left.

I came

to Bogotá.

And here I am.

In this big city.

Do you know why you're here?

You fooled us all, bro.

But I know very well who you are.

Because talent never goes away,
Jhon Gómez.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Yei Yei.

I did see something weird in you.

But I never imagined
I'd have a legend working for me.

But I understand you, man.

Because if the cops knew what you did,
you'd be in jail, right?

But I'll ask you a goddamn favor.

Don't ever lie to me again.

Hello, Mario.

How are you doing?

No, I'm not going,
I'll stay here tonight with Verónica.

Then be a good boy
and take care of grandma, ok?

See you tomorrow.

Do you need anything, sir?

-No, thank you very much.
-Good night.

What's your story, man?

I was about 13 when...

When a troop arrived in town...

asking for the the revolution's fee.

They took me with them then.

There were four other kids.
Raúl was among them.

Aníbal.

The son of a bitch gave me
my war name right then.

Yei Yei.

They took us to the mountains
and when we were walking at night,

a chopper on patrol saw us.

They shot us
and killed the oldest boy, Pablo.

The following day at the camp,
we found war right in front of us.

They were exchanging shots with the army.

It was impossible to know who was who.

Men were running everywhere,
covered in blood, crying.

We were standing there looking at them,
freaking the hell out.

Those guys didn't even notice
we were there.

And that was it.

In the morning, we were kids playing ball,
and at night, we were guerrilla.

We were forced to live a past.

But no one will force us
to do anything else.

Good night, bro. Rest well.

-Good morning.
-Good morning, bro. Take a seat.

Do you want some juice?

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Thank you.

Here, is our next mission.

With the amount I'll pay you,
you won't have trouble for a while.

-They only have precision-guided firearms.
-Didn't they mention an attack?

No.

I need you to go get the guns.
Aníbal wants you to go,

so take one of them with you and go,
because that guy is nuts.

No, I'd rather go alone.

Do you know
whether they have a specific target?

I told you they don't.

As you wish.

But tonight, before you go,
come grab the money here.

Don't think that we're friends
just because you helped me with Benjamín.

Who told you I want to be your friend?

What did you find out?

I need a favor.

A 6-year-old kid was kidnapped
at my son's school, Benjamín.

-I just stepped on you.
-What do you want?

-Where do you have Benjamín?
-What are you talking about?

None of this ever happened in this school
before your father showed up.

I was wondering if you could find
something out from your contacts.

I couldn't find out who did it
because the nanny was our only source.

Why are you so interested?

My son is nervous,
just like everyone else at school.

My dad works in a damn supermarket.
He doesn't have anything to do with that.

Do you think we're going to believe
your poor kid tale?

-At the end of the day, he's just a kid.
-I'll help you with that.

Thank you.

I told you my dad works at a supermarket.

Yes, but with the meager wage
your dad can earn there,

I don't think it's enough to pay
for the house you're living in.

You kidnapped him.

That's why sometimes we need violence.

You use your criminal methods,
and I'll use my cop methods, ok?

Sure. Meanwhile,
there's a kid out there kidnapped

-by some son of a bitch...
-Don't interfere with my job.

If you want me to hit you,
just tell me, pussy.

-Whatever it takes!
-Don't interfere!

You are the pussy here!
Tell me where you have Benjamín.

I don't use violence with civilians.

But that can change with you.

Where do you have Benjamín, guerrilla?

Get off!

Get off me, guerrilla!

Get off!

Come on, hit him!

I'm so tired.

Last night there was a workplace accident
and my shift wouldn't finish.

But I wanted to see you.

Are you listening to me?

Yes, I'm sorry, yes.

What's the matter? You're acting weird.

It's nothing, I just might be tired too.

Hey, don't you, sometimes...

Don't you feel like saying "fuck off"
to everything sometimes?

Every day.

But that's the kind of thing
one never does.

Hello?

Yes, this is Jhon Gómez.

What?

I'm on my way.

Is everything ok?

It seems that Mario is in trouble.
Sorry, but I have to go.

-I'll go with you.
-No.

No, I'd rather go alone.

Alright.

The boy's nose is broken
and his jaw is very swollen.

The doctor has forbidden him
to move for a week.

Fortunately, they won't press charges
against Mario.

What were you thinking?

Maybe San Pascal school is not
your best choice.

I think that Mario would fit in better
in a public school.

Why are you saying that?

In public schools,
the range of students is wider.

Mario is the only son of a former
guerrilla member. Students are special.

After Benjamín went missing, there's a lot
of tension between parents and children.

I don't think these are the best
conditions for Mario's development.

Sure. If someone has to be expelled,
that must be the guerrilla's son, right?

Let me tell you that my past doesn't have
anything to do with my son's life.

Mr. Gómez, that's not the point.

The point is that your son had been warned
but broke the rules anyway.

We have no choice,
but to take away his scholarship.

We would've done the same thing
with anyone else.

You're not expelled,
but your situation without the scholarship

is basically equivalent.

Then I'll see whether or not I'm able
to get the money to pay for the school.

Good-bye. Get up, Mario.

PUBLIC PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE

They ordered a Remington 7.62 mm caliber

with scope and armor-piercing shells.

The target is important, ma'am.

It could be you.

You're on TV all the time, ma'am,
and in the papers.

At this point of the investigation,
I'd suggest you keep a low profile.

And at this point, I'd suggest
you take care of the infiltrator.

I didn't know anything
about the previous attack or this one.

Do you think he's on our side?

Ma'am, when I explained to you
that having a wild dog in your garden

doesn't mean you can tell him
where to bite, here or there. You can't.

Colonel.

You know that the deputy prosecutor
presented me with an ultimatum.

I need to deliver the results
of this investigation.

And our best source seems
to be getting dry.

I told you I didn't agree with your way
of handling the investigation.

The infiltrator is illegal.
This has become public knowledge.

What do you want? To create
a shock wave or give a final blow?

UJIC's job doesn't include
questioning the prosecution's methods.

And the prosecutor's job doesn't include
skipping legal requirements.

What do you mean?

Let's see, ma'am.

I know you're giving direct orders
to officer Duque.

I haven't told her anything,
so I don't get her into trouble.

But that isn't right, ma'am.
She is young and impulsive.

Don't take advantage of that.

-I don't know what you're talking about.
-You do know what I'm talking about.

Will you tell me what happened?

I already told you they provoked me.

That's not a reason.

I think you don't understand
the consequences.

They said that you kidnapped Benjamín.

So?

What do you mean by "so"?
I can't let anyone trample me.

I put up with their insults, their looks,
their shoves, until I had enough of it!

And now you're out of school.

Mario, you have to use your head.
Everyone need goals in life.

Screw that! Life is not a goal.

It's a mission, Jhon.

-Why are you screwing up my life?
-No, you're screwing up mine.

You come to me with your speeches,
but you're just fooling grandma and me.

Do you think I didn't notice
all your sneaking around?

The visits, the schedules,

the phone calls,

the house.

-You're a liar.
-Yes.

I'm a motherfucking liar,
and do you know why?

For your and your grandma's safety.
So they don't come and kill you both.

Do you think that's easy,
you little prick?

The last thing I need is you
getting expelled from that damn school!

What happened to my mom?

She was murdered, right?

Now you ran out of your fucking lies.

-Let's go home.
-Don't touch me.

Listen, Jhon.

I do everything I can to love you.

But you're making it so hard for me.

Got it.

I'm on my way.

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PUBLIC PROSECUTOR'S OFFICE

Let's move, guys.

ENTRANCE

Let's go. Good evening.

Clear.

You can leave now.

Hi!

Where's Cami?

She's at my mom's.

Why?

We're leaving for a few days
until all of this is over.

What?

-Without discussing it with me?
-You know this is for the best.

-I'm not going to argue.
-But I am! How dare you?

Is there anything...

that I can do to make you
change your mind?

Take this case away from our lives.

Are you sure you want to go alone?

I can tell Misury to give you
a couple of men to go with you.

As you wish.

I'll only ask you to cut the crap
and bring me what I asked for.

The thing you asked me for.

Thank you.

One more thing.

Who am I working for?

For me.

Yei Yei! Welcome.

Relax, Pisa Suave!

I have your shipment here.

What do you think?

Half of what the government thinks
we delivered during the peace process.

It's one hell of a shipment, huh?

Are you going to kill the President
or what?

Will you do it?

You're never going to change.

Yei Yei.

Even here in the city, you are a ghost.

Do you like Bogotá?

One gets used to it.

I don't like it.

It's a dirty city.

Noisy and hostile.

Full of scumbags, whores,

tramps, crackheads...

How's your life as a dad?

Yei Yei, I think that children
sometimes just go away.

Sometimes they come back,
and some other times...

Why don't you let him go?

Why don't you, Yei Yei?

Leave the kid with his grandma,
you know he'll be just fine with her.

Come with me to Venezuela.

I'm totally rolling in dough there.

We can do things.

We could live like kings, Yei Yei.

I'd rather be dead, you son of a bitch!

Your wish...

is my command.

You won't get out of here alive,
motherfucker!

I used to love you like a brother.

Yei Yei.

But you betrayed me.

I was too slow before.

Flashlights! Quick!

Pacheco!

Turn on the lights. Watch out!

Pacheco.

Pacheco!

Light up over there!

Light up over there!

Help me load! Help me!

Son of a bitch!

Yei Yei!

Turncoat!

Son of a bitch! I'm going to find you!

Even if I have to dig you up,
motherfucker!

What's up, neighbor?

Drink some moonshine, man!

Cheers!

-Thank you, neighbor.
-My pleasure. I'm here to serve you.

My son!

-What happened?
-Leave me alone.

Don't worry about me, I'm fine.

Mario?

He's in his bedroom.

He was upset, he wouldn't talk to me
and he didn't want to eat either.

Go to bed, Mom.

Your grandma told me
you don't want to eat.

How come? What happened?

How much money does one need
to live without trouble,

without anyone screwing up your life?

More than what people earn
in this goddamn country.

U.S. EMBASSY, NONIMMIGRANT VISAS

Hey, what happened?

What's this? You know.

Did Apache give it to you?

Don't ask, investigate.

Do you want to save that kid or not?

Is it clear for you
which side you're on, Jhon?

Clear as water.

You know that when it happens,
everyone will be looking for me.

The army, the police...

I'll need a place to hide with my family.

I'll send you to Brazil
until things calm down.

I want half of my money upfront.

No problem. I'll give you
the other half when you kill her.

We were forced to live a past.

But no one will force us
to do anything else.

This is our next mission.
With the amount I'll pay you,

you won't have trouble for a while.

If you want, you can start from scratch.

DANIELA LEÓN CALLED INTO QUESTION