All language subtitles for The.Pier.S02E02_English

If you can't do this and it's hurting
you, I'd rather you didn't.

- I still feel that way.
- What the hell do you want then?

I don't remember who I was.

I don't know where my home is.

It's over.

Don't go!

I need you to keep something
for a few days.

I'm meeting someone
and can't take it with me.

- Okay.
- Thanks. I'm on my way.

- I'll see you in a half hour.
- Okay.

Bye.

Why don't you go back?

Back home.

Tell Óscar it was just an argument, the
same as all couples have once a month,

- and that you're over it now.
- Because I'm not.

We've been together eight years.

We've laughed,
had fun and have an amazing daughter.

But now he's suffering, what's
the point in prolonging the agony?

You've been crying for two hours
and you'll end up dehydrated.

I won't.

Think about if this brings you something
or takes it away.

Seeing him all messed up
takes something away.

What about being without him?

Forever.

THE PIER

Conrado, I need to speak to you.
I've discovered something.

Call me back when you get this.

Sorry to bother you, but I think
this is important for the investigation.

Call me back.
Well, when you get the chance.

Conrado, it's me again.

I'm going to bed.
I'll call you again tomorrow.

Goodbye.

You have one new message.

Alex, I need to speak to you now.
I'll be at the studio.

Alex.

What is it?

So?

I'm pregnant.

Big Boss?

I just did the test in the restroom
like I was 17 years old,

when I'm actually 40. I'm 40.

- They're often wrong.
- How many times?

I did three yesterday
and they all said the same thing.

- In that case, it's not wrong.
- No, it's not.

He doesn't know?

What are you going to do?

All I can think about
is Fermin being right

when he said we should put condoms
in the damn vending machine.

I fooled around with Verónica.

- Well... great.
- Great?

Yeah, that's why she was here yesterday.
Of course.

- You're a couple.
- No, we're not. We're friends.

Or family, I'm not sure. My therapist
says I confuse the attachments I have.

You're a mess.

But let me give you some advice,
seeing as it's going so well for me.

You should think a little less
and fuck a little more.

Coming from you, that's great advice.

- Right.
- And without a parachute.

No, with a parachute. We already
have enough with one pregnancy.

What a mess.

Sweetie.

I know, my tits are bursting out,
what can I say?

- Do you have a safety pin?
- I might have one.

I want to be clear.

The Snatch and Trust investment
won't meet our target.

The new design is 30% over
the original budget.

Arturo and I have been looking at it
and it isn't viable.

The curved glass,
the water tank for the gardens,

the steel structures, it's crazy.

The good news.

- There's good news?
- Yes.

We might be able to do it.

Arturo thinks he may have found
a new partner.

Congratulations, Arturo.

In that case, I'd like to meet him

and explain the heart of this project,
it's important for me.

He won't understand the heart of it.

This kind of investor
is only interested in profit.

He's from Qatar.

They're from a different culture,
they have certain views on women.

They don't even like being
in the same room.

They think that menstruation is impure.

We won't menstruate
the day we meet them then,

tell them not to worry.

I think we need to decide if it's a good
idea for you to go to that meeting.

Excuse me?

I don't know what this man does
when he's at home, nor do I care,

but he's come here today

and bought a project designed
by two women.

So, of course we're going
to be in that meeting

and if the meeting is in his country,
Katia and I will decide

if we wear a headscarf or a burka,
but if it's going to be here

we're not going to hide away.

Exactly.

Well, what I wanted to say to you is...

that running Verónica off the road
with my patrol car was...

- totally out of line.
- Excuse me?

She didn't say anything about that.

Right.

Well, I don't know.
I lost control, you know.

I lost it when I found out
that you two had been having an affair.

Conrado, it wasn't an affair, it was...

I don't know what it was.

What you do and who you do it with
is your business, I don't want to...

What I'm trying to say, ma'am,
is that you're a strong, brave woman.

You proved that by going
into your husband's lover's home.

I hadn't thought about it like that,
but thank you.

I saw it from the moment I met you.
That's why I stopped taking my meds

and that's why I'm not waiting
for a sign.

I want you to understand that...

that the hopes I harbor are my problem
and that's just the way I feel.

And I'm not one for saying
this kind of thing over the phone.

That's all.

Now we can talk about
what you wanted to tell me about Óscar.

Right.

Verónica went to the impound
to get Óscar's car, yesterday.

She found out he had several tickets
for speeding

and they're all in the same place,
a town called Taracuellos in Castellón.

Taracuellos?

The last ticket is from
a few hours before he died.

I'll take a patrol car out to that town.

We both went there yesterday

and we discovered a house
with Óscar's things in it.

No, I don't want you or Verónica doing
anything without telling me about it.

- I'm sorry, it just happened like that.
- Well, I don't want it to just happen.

This is a murder investigation.

Fran was taken by a group
of hooded men who boiled his testicles.

Fran? But why Fran?

They were looking
for the money Óscar took.

Don't worry, he's fine,

but I don't want you doing anything
without me. Alright?

Yes.

It would seem Óscar gave Vicent
a package for him to safeguard.

It was full of rolls of money.

He had a lot of money on him
when he died.

1.2 million euros.

It was Andrés'.

He laundered money
for him for three years.

I think Óscar was murdered.

- Hi, Vicent.
- Hey, what's up?

You're stuffing your face, huh?

Damn, you even ordered juice.

The eel business
must be doing good, right?

Drinks on you?

What is it, Vero?

I know you were keeping money
for Óscar.

What I don't know is how often
you also worked for that asshole.

- I have nothing to do with that, okay?
- Sure.

But, I already told Conrado
what I know.

Conrado?

- Yes.
- Great.

Why didn't you tell me, your friend?

What else do you know? That he had
another house in Taracuellos?

- I had no idea. No.
- You had no idea. Right.

When he died, there may have been
people looking for that money.

We don't know
if there was a third woman,

if he was running with her
and the money,

- or if that's why he was killed.
- What are you saying?

- Who would want to kill Óscar?
- I don't know. No idea.

What I do know is
his life was a damn mess.

There were so many lies

and shitty cover-ups,
maybe he didn't instigate his own death.

Óscar spent his time
laundering money for gangsters.

What do you think those people do when
someone steals 1 million from them?

It looks like he liked French music.

That's the first I'm hearing about it.
I knew about the wine, but not that.

- There's a bedroom as well.
- Let's go.

- I bought him that shirt.
- Don't touch anything without gloves.

- You might contaminate evidence.
- Sorry.

I thought he'd lost it because...
he really didn't like it at all.

Lieutenant, do you think that...

Óscar could have had another lover?

A third life in this town?

Well...

Why are you here?

I'm Lieutenant Conrado
of the Civil Guard, who are you?

I'm the landlady, here for the rent.

Is this the tenant?

Yes, that's Mario.

When did he rent the house?

Three months ago.

He only came once in a while
as he travelled a lot.

- Do you know if he lived alone, ma'am?
- As far as I know he did.

Did you ever see him talking
to anyone from the town?

Did he have friends?

- You never saw him with anybody.
- No, sir.

I live in Rivavieja.

How did he die?

It would seem it's a murder.

I'll pay you what he owed, ma'am.

- How much is it?
- 200 euros.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

- I need to go outside.
- Okay.

- Give me your address.
- Sure.

- Rivavieja?
- Yes.

124, Poniente Street

Thank you, ma'am.
We'll be in touch.

- Anytime.
- Thanks for everything.

Look, Mrs. Leyva,
investigating crimes is my job.

You don't need to know all the details.

You can decide if you want
to know any more about Óscar.

Which Óscar, Conrado?

The Óscar from Valencia?
The Óscar from La Albufera?

Mario from Taracuellos?
I don't know what to think anymore.

In truth, I have no idea.

I'm not this confident woman
you think I am,

in fact my mom just wrote
a novel about all that.

That I can't make decisions in life,
only at work.

And it's true, that's the way it is.

Maybe I should listen to my best friend
and give you the sign

and we can go and make love
up against a wall somewhere.

I've had enough, you know.
I've had enough.

I can't do this anymore.

- Do you want to go for a drink?
- Yes.

- I have to go and get my things first.
- Okay.

- What's up, Tino?
- Morning, guys.

- What lovely company you have today.
- How are you?

- What would you like?
- A coffee.

No, a glass of wine.

Sorry, a gin and tonic.

I'll have a glass of wine.
Shall we eat something?

- They do really good food here.
- I'm good with the gin.

- I have some delicious BBQ wings.
- Great, we'll have some of those.

- Can I have some cutlery, Tino?
- Don't mind me.

Really, I like to see you
enjoying your food. Don't worry.

- I'll try one myself.
- They're really good.

Really good.

Maru's a demon in the kitchen.

Mrs. Leyva...

I'm...

dying to make love to you.

Listen, when I saw you
in the office this morning,

standing there
with that confidence and vitality,

I changed my mind
about what I was going to say.

What were you going to say?

That...

I understand that maybe the thing
about the sign

was your way of politely rejecting me.

But when I was there,
I realized I couldn't say that to you.

Look...

I saw Toni
on his combine harvester yesterday

and I thought of you.

It's not easy for me, because that's
where I asked my wife to marry me.

And now, every time
I see the harvester,

I think of you instead of her,
you get me?

Yes.

That's why, when we do make love,

I hope it's not a race to get ahead

because you need
to run away from something.

Well, I have to go.

- Put this on my tab, Tino.
- Sure, no problem.

- How about a boat ride?
- I prefer to be on land, to be honest.

You know who I am?

You're Óscar's friend.
I've seen you at the cabin before.

It must be boring living here all year.

Rowing about, dealing with tourists
and the mosquitos.

The low season.

I guess it'd be different
if you won the lottery.

If 1.2 million fell into your lap,
it'd be different.

You'd have a different life, right?

I know you didn't give Óscar the money
like you told that cop.

I know because he was with me
that whole night

and he didn't go any damn place
for any money.

I'm going to return it, okay.
I'll give it to Conrado and it's done.

- No, you have to give it to Andrés.
- What?

No.

I don't know why I kept the money.
I didn't know what to do with it.

Nobody returns just over a million
euros, just because they feel like it.

Or maybe I'm an idiot, I don't know.
What I do know is I don't want trouble.

Look... Look!

You think this is sunburn,
Mr. I-don't-want-trouble?

This is from boiling water.

Four guys took me, put me in
a vat of water, soldered the lid on

and started heating it
with blow torches.

I thought I was going to drown, but
then I thought I would be boiled alive

like a damn lobster.

You know the problem?

In small towns everybody finds out
about everything.

I doubt it's in your interest
to be the one

who took Andrés' money
to the cops giftwrapped.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi, darling.

- Are you crying?
- No. I'm not crying.

I was cleaning Dad's car
and something must have gone in my eye.

- This isn't Dad's car.
- It isn't?

No.

- It's my car.
- It is?

He gave it to me.

He told me he'd give me the keys
when I turned eight.

Eight? He didn't say eighteen?

Anyway, by the time you're 18
this will be a piece of junk,

so it'd be better to buy a new one.

- No, I know how to drive it.
- I know, sweetie, but...

I get sad when I see it.

What if we paint it a pretty color?

Very good, don't go outside
of the lines. Good. Keep going.

- What are you doing?
- We're painting Sol's new car.

You see?

It'll be really expensive
to remove that.

- We're not going to remove it, are we?
- No.

I went to Taracuellos with Conrado.

He called himself Mario.

- Mario?
- Yes.

He'd been renting the house
for the last three months

and he lived alone.
Well, lived, he spent a few days there.

- And what was he doing there?
- I don't know.

He had clothes,
a CD with French music on.

Why didn't you tell me
that Conrado ran you off the road?

Because if I told you, you'd think
he was some dangerous, crazy person.

Did he tell you himself?

If a guy runs you off the road
in a fit of jealousy,

- he's a little dangerous, right?
- What are you talking about?

Conrado is a good guy.

The thing is, well,
sometimes he loses control a little.

But, come on, who doesn't?

- Well...
- Well. Not you, of course.

Your problem is you think too much,
Mrs. Architect.

Everything has to go through here.

Everything has to have a label, right?

Lover,

wife,

lesbian.

Putting a label on a desire
is like taming it.

That's good.

- No... What are you doing?
- Filming you,

so we don't forget the day
you became a wild woman.

Not eating, I feel self-conscious.

You can tell how someone fucks
by how they eat.

- Who came up with that?
- It's true.

People who make piles
and separates their food on the plate,

how do you think
they'd take off your panties?

- Don't film me.
- I'm coming.

- Don't.
- I am.

Pass the ball forward for a change,
goddammit!

All they're doing is passing back.
They need to take a damn shot.

Jesus.

This is the money
Óscar should have taken to Panama.

It's all there if you want to check.

Of course it's all there.
I don't need to count it.

- Your ball, man.
- Óscar asked me to keep it for him.

When he died,
I didn't know what to do.

Screw this game. Jesus.

That's why you hid it
and didn't give it to the cops.

It's difficult to know what to do.

Can't take it to the bank,

or spend it
on something above board

and you can't just give it back
whenever you feel like it,

as if nothing had happened.

A few days ago you sent some guys
to boil me alive in an oil drum.

because you wanted your money,
so here it is. Take it, please.

My father used to say:

"People who look
like assholes from a distance,

you get up close
and see that they are."

You know what business is built on?

Trust.

This business, for example. El Lula.
Yes, this business.

A guy won't drop his pants to fuck here

if he isn't sure nobody will rob him
while his ass is on display,

that he won't catch anything
from one of the girls

and that his wife won't find out.

A lot of people know me
and if they find out

that some oar-wielding moron
and a damned accountant

tried to steal 1 million from me,
how does that make me look?

Like an asshole.

Who will trust me then?

If you try anything again,
I'll call the cops.

Don't be like that, Francisquito.

We have a business in common.

Did you know Óscar was going
to betray you?

That bastard told me he wanted out
the day after he took the money.

Maybe he was going
to the Seychelles.

The thing is, your asshole of a friend
took something that was mine.

I don't know if he was planning to
blackmail me, but he took my accounts.

A blue notebook

where I kept addresses, contact names,
bank account numbers,

the unofficial accounts.
You get me?

I have six sex clubs, three nightclubs,

five hotels and seven restaurants.

That notebook is gold dust for a judge.

If somebody found it,

lots of people are screwed.
Including you two.

So...

I'll make you guys a deal.

Find the notebook and bring it to me.

- I have no idea where it is.
- Look, Francisquito.

With your friend dead,
the business is ours.

And, like I said, it's based on trust.

I trust you'll bring me the notebook

and you can trust
I won't boil you up again.

Because next time,

that oil drum will feel like
the warm waters of the Caribbean.

- What are you doing?
- Filming you,

so we don't forget the day
you became a wild woman.

Not eating, I feel self-conscious.

You can tell how someone fucks
by how they eat.

Mrs. Leyva.

I'm sorry for coming without warning
but as you said,

some things can't be discussed
over the phone.

I can't stop thinking about
this morning,

when you said
how much you want to make love to me

and...

I wondered what it'd be like
with someone who wants me that much.

Do you keep your motorcycle here?

Over there.

I want to say that...

it's been a long time
since I made love and...

Conrado.

- Will you do me a favor?
- Of course, anything.

Shut up.

- Do you know who eats like an animal?
- Who?

- Conrado.
- Conrado? You're not serious.

Like he'd been through two world wars.

Careful.

What are you doing?

Don't tell me you're going to water
the lettuces? Are you a gardener now?

I think I'm starting to feel
what Óscar felt.

That we've domesticated ourselves...

but deep down we're wild animals.