All language subtitles for Velociraptor

The end is the perfect moment
to show our true nature.

It is true.
These are unusual, unpredictable times.

The progress made during the last decade
should help us to face adversity.

The world as we know it--

--is ending.

Good morning, we're still here.
Welcome to the end of the world.

Up next on our top 100 songs
you need to listen to before dying--

Hello?

I won't make it.
But I have barely been absent--

--and plus, nobody is going to class.

And you?

Done for today?

Alright, I'll pick you up.

Sure, I have nothing else to do.

To the park, maybe.
Hang out. Smoke a joint.

I have some,
but I'm out of rolling paper.

Nope, remember I lost the hitter?

Remember.

Are you training today?

Alright, hurry up. Bye.

Mom?

Dad?

TAKE CARE
– MOM

Hi, handsome.
Well, I guess you're not there.

I just wanted to tell you
I had a great time the other day.

We should go to the movies,
or something.

My treat.
Hehehe.

– Done?
– Done.

Where are they going?

Another fire, for sure.
People are going crazy.

So, are you going with your dad?

My mom wants to go back home--

--but she won't go without my dad--

--and my dad can't leave
because of your people.

Don't blame city folks,
we were born crazy.

I blame my dad's job.

No, no. Go back.
Frank Ocean.

– So gay.
– Who showed it to me?

– I did.
– There you go.

Sometimes I hate being a poser.

I mean, I don't pay attention
to some artists--

--until I realize they're gay.

I didn't listen to Judas Priest,
until I read Rob Halford was gay.

Why does your weed
taste so good?

I roll my joints with love.

– Where are we going?
– Wherever you want.

How come?

I have to go some place before,
but then, whatever.

– What's with the spontaneity?
– Whatever, man.

– Why doubt the scientific research?
– Doubt takes us to the truth.

Art may seem frivolous today--

--but this contest is important,
the greatest form of anarchy.

Make art.
Express you're upset.

The end is not near.
We write this ending.

You heard him, folks.
If you deny this Apocalypse--

--draw, write, make art
because you're upset.

We leave you with this
message of resignation.

Today, after months
of speculation and fear--

--we are certain
about the already said.

Let's take it
as an impulse to go on--

--and focus on
more important things: our people.

It's time to enjoy what we have,
what we've achieved.

Let's get closer
to our family and loved ones--

--and use these days
to recall our History, our lives.

Let's honor our ancestors' work
and ours.

Everybody knew
that Cher was playing the villain.

– Fuck off.
– Seriously!

Maybe bodies will float
down the rivers, like Rwanda.

There were some bodies
down the Río de los Remedios.

But people are being
more clever to kill themselves.

Some folks are very impatient.

Hello?

What's up?
I'm near your place, you?

I didn't tell you because you were
busy with your thesis.

I'm with a friend, why?

I'll call you back, alright?

– You moron.
– Who was that?

– Who's that?
– Martín.

– Martín who?
– The only one we know.

Who? Alicia's boyfriend?

– Why is he calling you?
– He wants to hang out.

– Hang out? Why?
– It's not what you think.

Fuck off. Martín?

– You son of a bitch.
– Alright, it is.

– You fucker!
– It doesn't mean he's gay.

– What is he then?
– He has... urges.

– Fuck off.
– Stop labeling people's sexuality--

--fuckin' repressed macho.
– Nah, I'm just old school.

You're either gay or straight.

So, what's the old school term
for all the straight guys I've blown?

– How many are they?
– A lot.

Somebody I know?

– José Roberto...
– José Roberto?!

– Martín, Ramón...
– Ramón?!

Martín again.

– And they were all gay?
– I'm pretty sure José Roberto was.

But we were very young,
I guess it was too much--

--we haven't talked in years.
– Fuck off.

– What about me?
– Excuse me?

I mean, you've blown
the whole school--

– Not the whole school.
– You don't like me or what?

Fuck off, you idiot.

– Why did you hit me?
– A mosquito.

You have one too.
And of course not, what the fuck?

I hadn't thought about it,
but it's weird, everybody else but me.

– Seriously?
– Well, kinda.

– Thanks, I guess.
– Why?

For thinking I'm important enough
not to blow me.

Would you fuck me?

– Of course not, man.
– Alright.

– What was that about?
– Nothing.

Nothing?

ÓSCAR M.
Can I see you later today?

– Who's that?
– Martín, I told you.

That was before,
but you've been texting someone--

--and you won't tell me.

Our first date was at a museum.

He's an artist, so he explained me
how the exhibit was arranged--

--why some of the art was crappy, etc.

I studied some of that at school--

--but I was not interested.

I couldn't find a way to tell him
that analyzing art bored me.

Everything was perfect--

--until he said,
“Nice meeting you...”

I don't know what he meant.

After that, I kept asking him out,
to the museum or whatever--

--but we didn't go out
for two months.

He always had some lame excuse.

– Hold on...
– What?

– Is that Bookshelf Óscar?
– Who?

The one who was busy
waiting for a bookshelf at home.

– Yeah, that's him.
– He was some random guy.

He is some random guy.
Well, he's an asshole.

And he's looking for you?

It's the end of times,
people go crazy.

And you're seeing him?

Do you think
the bookshelf was real?

On our second date,
we watched a Wes Anderson flick.

He really enjoyed it.

Sometimes I see him,
and he seems unreachable.

But then I think
he's holding something back.

There's something he won't tell me.

I've talked to people about it,
trying to understand him, and--

--I realize he doesn't like me.

But he won't tell me that.
I need him to say it.

Does that make any sense?

Of course.

He didn't say it to your face,
and you need that, I know.

Any other person
would tell you to take the hint.

But you need that pain--

--a pain that cauterizes wounds.
Otherwise, you'd bleed to death.

I can't. I try, but I can't.

It's not that complicated,
if he wants to--

--if he doesn't, well,
there's not much to do.

When I see his pics,
how many likes he has--

--the comments he gets,
and who writes them--

--I just can't.

What?

You know what,
it hasn't changed. I'm still--

If it doesn't change,
I have nothing to offer him.

You haven't fucked someone?

That's not the point,
and it's not exactly what I mean.

So?

Oh, right. Damn.

That complicates things, huh?

Do you think he cares about that?

If you need such harsh requirements
to be with him, is it worth it?

– You wouldn't get it.
– How come?

You give nothing in exchange--

--it's easy for straight guys,
there's no vulnerability or commitment--

--you just do it, in and out,
it's like a sport to you.

– Roll sound? Roll camera?
– Rolling.

38-7, take 3.
Action!

I drove her home
after a party--

--she was 21, I was 16 or 17.

She told me to find
some place dark, so I did.

It was really steep,
so I pulled the hand brake--

--I was worried about that.

We smoked a cigarette,
and then we started kissing.

Suddenly, she jumped
to the back seat, God knows how--

--well, she was a dancer.

I doubted for a second,
but fuck it, I jumped after her.

She guided me.

She tried to pull me down,
and I thought:

“Fuck off, she wants me
to go down on her! Hell no!”

She saw I wasn't into it,
so she went first.

It was my first blowjob.
Fuck, it felt so good--

--my ex had wanted
to give me one, but I said no--

--I didn't feel like it.
Damn, I was so stupid.

Well, things heated up--

--she begged me to fuck her,
and my mom's words came to me:

“Always wear a condom, sweetie.
Don't get a girl pregnant.”

I wanted to go to the store,
but she said:

“No, fuck me now!”

I looked on the floor--

--and I found a plastic bag.

I thought about it, but--

--it'd look like a hot dog,
so I didn't.

I wasn't worried about an STD
but about knocking her up--

--so, I thought about
the morning after pill.

And we started doing it.

I kneeled here,
and I gave it to her.

She had one foot
against each window--

--I told you she was a dancer.

We were doing it--

--I was like, 15 seconds in,
and I thought:

“C'mon, Diego,
you can't screw this up with her.”

I wanted to take a break,
take a deep breath--

--but she pulled me back in!

And I froze like a popsicle.

“C'mon, Diego. C'mon!”
I pulled out, turn her around--

--I've never done that before--

--and I gave it to her hard.

I was close to cumming,
so I took the bag and--

--I came.

I was chilling,
and I thought that was it--

--but she started touching me,
and blowing me--

--and I got so hard,
that we fucked for hours--

--well, not hours,
but it was longer.

I drove her home.
She told me she cared about me.

She never said
more than necessary.

I wanted to give her
money for the pills--

--she said it was OK.

We kissed,
and she went inside.

I drove back to the party.

I called a girl I liked,
I was all pumped up.

I yelled on the phone:
“I like you!”

I was shit–faced.

But I remember
I felt sober.

And then?

We kept seeing each other,
but we didn't fuck again.

Here it goes, OK?

Ready?

Go get it!

Fuck off, man!

Stop it, fucker!

I want to ask you something.

You need to borrow some money?

– Forget it.
– C'mon, tell me.

I promise
I will take you seriously.

Do you trust me?

Fuck off,
you're scaring me.

Is something wrong?

It's nothing fucked up, well--

--kind of fucked up and weird,
but it's alright, trust me.

– Don't get mad!
– Fuck off, I'm not mad!

I knew you would get mad.

What did you expected?

Sure, let's fuck,
we're so close!

You don't get it.

That's what I get
for hanging out with--

With whom?

We're different, that's it.
This is not normal.

– None of this is normal.
– I know!

You're right,
we're incompatible.

Fuck off, this isn't about
being gay or straight.

You're weird, man!
I don't know what to say.

Fuck off, Alejandro.

I needed someone
I could trust.

I needed to know
nothing could go wrong.

Let's see--

--you have lots of gay friends, right?
– Of course not.

– They're hot, right?
– That's not the point.

– So?
– Let it go.

– Better luck next time.
– Fuck off.

( Turn around, man )

( Do you want me inside you? )

( Shall we give it a try? )

( I want to show you something )

– Hold on!
– Hold on!

– Hold on.
– Hold on.

Why don't you
do the fucking?

I know I don't get it,
but it sounds easier, man.

There was a guy,
I met him on Twitter.

He's friend of some friends.

The point is, I trusted him.

That I could go further
than with the others.

Well, before I panicked, and--

--I thought I was going
to crap myself.

– Why would that happen?
– Because it happens.

But why would that
happen to you?

I have weird intestines,
and a sensitive metabolism.

The point is, I really trusted him.

Fuck it, use a dildo.

You just don't get it.

Explain it to me.

– What did you have to write about?
– Whatever.

Fear of the Apocalypse,
or how to cope with it--

--they're going to publish them,
and give them away.

– And you want to win?
– Sure, why not?

And what's your story about?

– What's up?
– I don't know, we're here.

– Move, fucker.
– Give it to me. Bring the boxes!

The ones with the paper!

No, bring the boxes!

– There are lots of them!
– There's your paper! We don't need boxes!

There's a shitload of boxes!
You need them to make fire, you idiot!

– Go get more paper.
– You go. They're not leaving without me.

C'mon, César.
Please, help me out.

This is pointless.
There's no time, Ariel. Go home.

Go with your family,
your wife is all by herself.

Violeta is fine,
she's with her parents.

Give me 10 minutes,
we'll get the rest.

You have the water,
and tons of paper, let's go!

What do you want?

We're leaving,
take what you need.

I wrote something
for the contest.

– Fuck off.
– A little late, man.

You didn't believe in this.

What about the contest?
The campaigns?

Even the more skeptical
need to pick their battles. I'm sorry.

If you bought those campaigns, fine!

If you think the world is fine,
maybe that's helping you.

Why are you not fine?

– This is real, man.
– Let's go, for fuck's sake!

Let's see what you wrote.

There's still time.

Ariel, let's go! Please!
They're leaving without me!

Remember that Steve Carell movie?

Where the world is ending, and--

--everyone's having orgies, using drugs.
– The one with Keira Knightley?

Are you sure?

What if I can't get hard?

– Are your parents home?
– Nope.

– Are you going to feed me?
– I don't have a choice.

Yay! Beer!

– Hold on!
– What?

Take your stuff to my room,
I'll get the beers.

What?
It's my house!

– And this?
– It's gorgeous.

– It's a man and a woman.
– So?

– I found it on the gay section.
– Why were you looking there?

Nothing--

--getting my head in the game.

Just in case I say yes,
but I probably won't.

– You have to see this one.
– I've already seen it.

You dragged me along with you.

– I did?
– Yeah.

Here.

Take a seat.

I remembered this
and it reminded me--

--and I recalled something else.
– Alright.

Hold on, wait.

If we're doing this--

--although, I haven't say yes,
and I probably won't--

--I want to be honest with you.

You know me well,
but you don't know about this.

It isn't a big deal.
I just remembered.

Like a month before
you were in the hospital--

--I went with the Other Diego
to a comic book store.

And I really liked it.

– Hi, there.
– What's up, man?

I don't actually like
the Other Diego--

--there had to be another reason
to keep going back.

I quickly found out why.

Hey, what's up?

We're so lame,
we never buy anything.

( How much? )

( What? )

Go figure.

I've always wanted
to learn Sign Language.

LIKE - A LOT

I want to do that!

LEARN - A LITTLE BIT

A LOT - PRETTY

That's awesome!

You were in the hospital,
so I had to find something to do.

You know how Deaf people
have a sign for their names?

I didn't know that.

It would be lame
to spell your name every time.

Alan has a sign--

MY SIGN IS--

“A” and his teeth--

--because when he was a kid,
he had a gap.

And mine is--

Because whenever I went to the store--

--I would wear a nice shirt.

God knows why.

So, Alan gave me this for you.

It's the one you missed
when you were in the hospital.

I shouldn't have done it,
I'm so sorry, I didn't know--

Anyone else would have seen it--

--it was obvious!

Humans lack a sense of suspicion.
They are irresponsibly naive.

– I'm so sorry!
– Stop apologizing.

I've lost everything.
My family, my wife, my past.

– Come with me.
– Where are we going?

Let's go, Professor! Hurry up!

– Going somewhere?
– You don't have to do this.

Defectors must be stopped,
for the Republic.

– Fuck the Republic, it's all bullshit.
– I can't help you, I tried everything.

I didn't ask for this,
this is not me--

Thanks.

You want something to eat?

– Hey, man!
– What?

– I'm Humberto?
– Of course not.

I wouldn't mind if I am.

Thanks, but you're not.

– Why not?
– Just because.

Here. Eat this.

Eat it!

What is it that you don't get?

Why does Humberto leave?

He's being chased,
by the two men dressed in black--

--that's why he leaves.

And that other story
with his neighbors?

– Why did you write that?
– The one about the lady?

– What's up with her?
– She has a husband, and--

--they're there because
they are Humberto's neighbors--

--they're witnessing
what's going on--

--and through their story
we see what happens to him.

What about that message?

It's from her husband.

The point is,
whatever happens--

--she'll wait for him.

– Why? He's not coming back?
– Nope. That's the point--

--he's not coming back.

Whatever happens,
she will wait for him.

Where do you get
those weird ideas?

Nowhere in particular.

TAKE CARE
– MOM

Where are your parents, man?

They went out.

Do you want a beer?

TAKE CARE
– MOM

What happened to the chocolates?

I can't remember if we ate them,
or if they're at your place--

I haven't said yes, alright?

Ready?

See? Production values.

I'll fast forward--

Fuck off, man!

– Why are you laughing?
– What the fuck, man!

This is his first time bottoming.

– Seriously?
– That's why he's nervous, like you!

– At least I'm not bottoming.
– We'll see.

Nope.

Holy fuckin' shit!

They must love each other.

– You don't fuck with passion?
– Sure, I do.

HOLY SHIT, FUCK OFF!

– Holy fuckin' shit, man.
– That's totally doable.

– Sure, of course.
– It is.

How can he swallow
the whole thing?

Holy shit, dude.

You have to see his face,
right there, he's in pain.

Holy shit, man.

– They're gay, right?
– I guess.

They're ripped, man.

– Fuck off.
– What?

You can't handle that?

– Why?
– Nope.

– Why?
– I can't even handle my own.

Seriously? For real?

So...

What do you then,
when you cum?

– It's fine.
– How come? You just said--

I mean, I don't cum
all over the place--

--I just cum.

– Alex, I want to show you--
– NO! DON'T!

Hi, baby.
How are you?

Fine, I'm with Alex.

I'll see you later?

I don't know, later.
I'll call you, alright?

Fine. Alright, kiss.
I'll call you, bye.

– Who was that?
– C'mon, you know.

– What?
– Nothing. How's that going?

Fine.

Pretty good.

Fuck off.

Dude!
How many beers I've had?

– More than enough!
– Can I drink one more, mommy?

I think that might help.

– Do you think the sun will explode?
– No, that's an urban myth.

I don't want to
drink by myself, man.

– How do you know?
– It's just something I know.

Fuck off, man.

C'mon, Diego.

I know you want to help,
but your body doesn't want to.

How long have you
been planning this?

C'mon.

Fortune favours the bold.

Do you feel different?

We'll see, later.

– Are you ready?
– What?

It's going to hurt, man.

– Shut up.
– Everybody says so.

I don't think so.

Do you know about
my first time having anal sex?

You don't tell me stuff.

That was--

--heavy stuff, man.
– Why?

She was in my class,
we went to some club--

--drinking with friends,
and we vanished.

We went to my place.

We were shit-faced,
having rough sex, man--

--really wild.

And I thought,
“Let's see...”

She didn't say a thing.
And I put it in there.

It slid right in,
no biggie, like butter.

We were so drunk--

--and I smelled something.

It was weird--

--I looked around, and--

--fuck, there was shit everywhere!

I took her to the shower.

She hadn't noticed yet.

We were in the shower,
I was cleaning myself--

--we were so drunk,
she didn't even notice.

We finished,
but it was gross.

She didn't even notice.

It wasn't painful though,
maybe because she was drunk.

What?

Don't be nervous, man.

– It will help us.
– I think it's lame.

Hi, baby.

How are you?

I'm drunk, and you know
how horny I get when I'm drunk.

Alex is sleeping,
he passed out.

C'mon, you know what I like.

What can I do? Fuck him?

Nothing.

I want you to--

--grab my dick.

I want you to play with it,
the way I like it.

C'mon, grab it,
jerk me off, nice.

That's it, c'mon.

What are you feeling?

Do it.

Seriously?

Yes. Someone has to start.

It's OK, you go.

– Is it working?
– What? The pill?

Sure.

– Try it.
– No, hold on.

C'mon, Diego. It's OK.

Fuck off, man.

Son of a bitch.

It's just like touching yourself.

Fuck it.

– Wait, hold on!
– What? What?

– C'mon, let's do this!
– No, wait. Wait.

– Not so badass now, huh?
– Hold on, man.

C'mon, man.
You're the expert.

Don't start, dude.

I want to know
what I've been missing.

What?

What's up, man?

– What? Don't stop!
– Look at you!

– What?
– Seriously?

Do it already!

The end is the perfect moment
to show our true nature.

It is true.
These are unusual, unpredictable times.

The progress made during the last decade
should help us to face adversity.

The world as we know it, is ending.

– Alright, turn around.
– No, like this.

– Like this?
– Facing each other.

– But, we can't.
– Look--

--move over.

Like this. Come.

– Like this?
– Sure, like this.

Easy, easy. It's alright.

This is all new to me.

We'll pay a high price
for our incredulity.

We apologize for
giving you false hope.

Don't leave your families.
Stay together.

This has just begun.
We have to believe.

We have to believe.

Fuck.

– What? What?
– I'm getting soft.

– You need help?
– You know what? Turn around.

– No.
– It's easier.

I know about this,
it will hurt less.

Fuckin' shit.

C'mon, turn around.

– What?
– I pulled something.

– Fuck off.
– Hold on.

– You're getting old.
– Fuck you, man.

Alex?

Citizens of this great nation.

Let's be proud of our land--

--enjoying one last
moment of peace.

Today, it's not about
protecting our future--

--but about guarding our present.

I'm proud of serving my country.

Thank you.

– You're leaving?
– Kind of.

What do you have to do?

I have to go see Lucy--

--find something to eat,
I'm starving--

--my parents are
saving all the food.

Don't be silly,
you can eat here.

No, thanks.
I'll run out of time.

Even with these long days?

Fuckin' days, I hate them.
I'd rather have an asteroid or an ice age.

Something that didn't mess
with daylight.

That would be so predictable.

But the Earth's rotation
slowing down--

--that's a classy Apocalypse.
– Fuck off.

I'm going to the bathroom.

Are you sure
you're not hungry?

Keep going.

I wanna hear your voice.

No, don't go.

Don't stop. Keep talking.

Keep going. Don't go.

Oh, fuck.

You give great blowjobs, man.
I won't deny it.

Thanks.

This would be harder
if I were fat.

I don't think so.
What about bears?