All language subtitles for GRACELAND - S02 E09 - Gratis (720p Web-DL)

- Previously on Graceland...

- Stay back.
- Guns now?

[Men struggling, gunshot]

- What is this?

- Hi, Amber.

This is Charlie.

- Hi.

You said I need four people
to take a bank.

You'd be calling the shots.

- Let me think about it.

- Do you understand?
- Aah!

Aah!
- What are you doing?

Little white knight
coming in to save the day?

- That's it.

- Carlito's gone.

That place is the last link
that I have to the solano cartel

and these guys
that are protecting him.

I'll go back in there.

I'll pull lina out.
I'll shut the whole place down.

You have my word, all right?

- Have you considered
getting these girls out

without shutting sulla down?

- How?
- Buy them.

[Latches click]
- [Grunts]

It's $250,000.

We'll call it a layaway plan.

- And the fish stay here.
- And so do I.

- Pick a room.

- There's no getting
out of this.

We have to get out of here.
We have to get as far as we can.

- Mexico.

It's the safest place
for you right now.

We'll go to your father's.

- We're here.

- There's Lucia!

[Metal clangs]

- Gracias.
- Si.

[Goats bleating]

- There's a coach house.
Stay here. I'll come back.

- Uh-uh.
Don't leave me here.

- You're gonna have
to be alone sometimes.

I'll be right back.
Don't worry.

[Engine turns over]

- Johnny.

[Laughs] Look at you, huh?
- Sh--.

- You made it.
- Carlito, what's up, man?

[Both grunt]

I didn't think
you'd still be up.

- Are you serious?

How was I supposed to sleep

when I knew
you were coming, huh?

You know, for a minute there,

I thought
I might never see you again.

And you--wow.

You must have been confused
when I disappeared, huh?

- Yeah. Hey, what happened
that night anyway?

- Trouble.

Why don't, uh--
why don't you come on inside?

We have a room set
for you, huh?

- I've got Lucia's bags,
you know.

I should wait on her.

- Oh, yeah.
Lucia has arms too, so come on.

- Okay, um...

- Yeah?
- Okay, yeah.

- Come on,
you've been traveling.

Let's go get some rest, huh?
- Okay.

- Reserved
for the guest of honor!

- Yeah.

It's nice.

- Um...

I missed you, you know?

- Yeah.

- Whoa.

What was that?

- What was what?

If your father finds out...

- My father is asleep,
Johnny.

- He'd kill me, carlito.

[Chuckles]
You know.

- You know, when I was
a little boy, I used to, um...

I used to think my father could
hear the bat of an eyelash,

smell tomorrow morning's
breakfast,

see through walls.

But I'm not afraid
of the boogeyman anymore.

Are you?

- Sort of, yeah.

[Door opens]

- Wonder if you'd be so brave if
the boogeyman was still awake.

- Get out.

- Johnny's been driving
all night.

Let him be.

- It's good
to see you, Johnny.

- You too.

- There'll be plenty of time
to...Catch up.

- All right.

- Good to see you, Carlos.

[Door closes]
- [Exhales deeply]

- He didn't waste any time.

- [Scoffs]
Can you blame him?

- You're an idiot,
you know that?

- Yeah.

- Listen,
I'm right across the hall

if you need anything, okay?

- Anything?

- Ha. You are an idiot.

Good night, Johnny.

Welcome home.

[Clock ticking]

[Drill whirring]

[Blows]

[Drill whirring]

[Distant thud]

[Distant footsteps]

[Distant thud]

- I thought
I heard something.

- What are you doing, sulla?
- Counting.

Sometimes these girls, they...

They get ideas.

You're up late.

You thinking
of getting a taste?

- Nah, they're not for us.

- Mm-hmm.

I got word from Mexico.

They're sending a new batch.

As soon as they're here,
you can take your girls and go.

- How the hell
are they gonna do that?

- Something to do
with cruise ships.

I don't know.

Little twats will think
they're on vacation.

They're all yours.
Enjoy yourself.

[Slap]

[Electronic music]

♪

[Car door closes]

[Pounding on window]

- Five minutes late,
and you doze off?

- Sorry. I haven't been
sleeping much lately.

Are we up
on the sound out here?

- Tech's getting it, but you got
a lot more area to cover.

You got to wire
the entire building.

- Carlito told sulla
they're reopening the pipeline.

Not exactly sure how,

but it has something to do
with cruise ships.

So, whenever Johnny calls,
you can tell him--

- yeah, I'll let him know.

- I want this thing over
as bad as you do.

[Engine turns over]

- Cruise ships?

Okay, I got it, Paige.

Yeah.

All right, yeah, I mean,
I'll figure something out.

Okay.
- Señor, breakfast ready.

- Hey, I got to go, okay?
Good looking out.

All right, bye.

[Conversation in Spanish,
laughter]

- Buenos dias.

- Buenos dias.

Hey, Johnny, my father--
he speaks English.

You don't need to show off.
- No, I wasn't.

I just--
I'm fluent, so...

- Did they cry?

- I'm sorry.
Who?

- The salvadoran dogs
that held my daughter.

When you killed them,
did they cry?

- Honestly, Simon did
most of the work, sir.

- Ay, si.

Pobrecito--

he was such a good man and took
very good care of my children.

Do you believe that
to be your job now?

- No, no, no.
I just, uh--I wanted to help.

- Oh, no, papa,
you should have seen him.

I told you
that I shot Esteban, yeah?

Yeah, so Johnny here--
he runs in, right?

And he takes control,
and he grabs a hold of Esteban,

and then suddenly,
Esteban's fine,

you know, like nothing,

but, I mean, he's got
that little twitch in his eye.

- That wasn't a pleasant
experience for everyone, Carlos.

Come on,
I'll show you the stables.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Sit.
Both of you, sit.

[Clears throat]

- Señor solano,
this place, your property--

it's, uh--
it's an honor to be here.

- How long
do you intend to stay?

- He can stay
as long as he wants.

- We need to protect him.

The police are looking for him
back at home.

- Si, papa.
She's right.

- And you think hiding
a fugitive here is wise,

now of all times?

- You've always said

that nothing is more important
than loyalty.

Johnny's been loyal.

- Of course you can stay
as long as you like.

- [Chuckles]

Actually, sir, I was thinking
about driving west.

- A Tijuana?

- No, no, Baja sur.

- Oh, the Southern peninsula's
beautiful.

- I know. Been a while too.
- Mm-hmm.

- I remember loving it, though.

My family--we used to take
these cruises down the coast--

I mean, L.A., cabo San Lucas,
puerto vallarta.

It was fun.

- Cruises, you say?

- Yeah, like carnival.

- Johnny, what the hell
are you talking about?

- What the hell
are you talking about?

He didn't say anything.

- You take
these cruises often?

- Maybe, like, ten times maybe?

My cousin--she worked
for a travel agency.

I'm sorry.
Did I say something wrong?

- Is it true that they deal
very little with customs agents,

that these ships--
they come and go unmolested?

- In my experience?

No.

I mean, customs--
they take it very seriously.

And they make everybody
stay in the cabin

while they inspect
the entire ship--

I mean, dogs, x-rays,
the whole deal.

Why?

[Both speaking Spanish]

Thank you.
Leave us now.

- Where are you, girl?

[Blowtorch crackling]

You need a hand?

- No, I'm almost finished.

- Looks like
it's coming along.

- The skeleton's
the easy part.

Hard part's the flesh and blood,
you know--

bond boxes...

Armored faceplates...

Locks and latches.

- Fun stuff.
- Yeah.

- How'd you learn all this?

- Old man.

- Family business, huh?

- Yeah.

What about you?

- Same sort of thing.
My dad was, uh, connected.

- Mobbed up?

- Come on, now,
you know they don't like

when you say stuff like that.

- [Sighs]
Is he doing time or what?

Mine too.

Maybe they're friends.

- Maybe.

- Listen, I got to ask.

- What's up?

- Men or women?

- Men or women what?

- Billy told me
you're shacking up with a guy,

but I can feel
your eyes on me.

Which is it...

Men or women?

- You asking
for your own personal interest?

- I'm asking
'cause Greg's the kind of guy

a lot of girls
get stupid for.

- Who's Greg?
- Our wheelman--Greg Dyson.

You'll meet him in an hour.

- No, that shouldn't be
a problem.

- Good.

- Excuse me, officer?

My name is ed Salazar.

- Detective.
What can I do for you?

- My daughter found this tape,
and it's probably nothing,

but it sounds like someone
getting murdered.

- [Chuckles]
You're serious?

All right,
I'll give it a listen.

[Cell phone ringing]

- Whoa.

- Pardon me.
- My bad.

[Cell phone continues ringing]

[Sniffs]

Hey, what's up?

- I got a major problem
right now.

You remember Greg Dyson?
- [Sighs]

Dyson...

Yeah, yeah,
from that San Diego bit

you worked a while back, right?

- Yeah, he's been on the lam
for two years.

Guess what he's doing
for work these days.

- He's Amber's wheelman.

- If he sees me,
he's gonna recognize me,

and since I'm the only one
who didn't get arrested

from the crew--

- yeah, it's not gonna be
a happy reunion--I get it.

Find out what he's driving
and let me know.

I'll handle it.

- All right.

Hurry up.

[Bell tolling]

- Okay, so I know you're
all like, "it's just a home,"

but let's be real.

You got a freakin' historical
monument in your backyard.

- It's a franciscan mission.
- Yeah.

- My father spent a fortune
restoring it.

- I bet he did.

- Of course,
he's never once been here.

- No?

So, if no one
comes down here...

- What was all that talk
about cruise ships?

- I don't know.
It was weird, right?

I mean, I was just making
conversation--

- are you trying to get in bed
with my father?

Am I just a means to an end?

- No.

No.

Hey.

Hey, look at me.

I want you despite your family,
not because of it.

- I think the reason
my father never comes here

is because he finds the idea
of God unsettling.

- Someone watching,

keeping score?

- When I was young, that was
the part I liked believing in.

- So you don't believe
anymore?

- No.

One day I looked around
and realized

that even if I somehow
made it to heaven,

I wouldn't know anyone there.

- You know me.

- Officer west, the target
was spotted heading east

on 18th street
toward Avenue of the arts

in a white Porsche.

- Copy that.

[Engine revs]
[Tires squealing]

[Horns blaring]

Hands...

Slow.

- He's not picking up.

- He'll show.

- I don't like it.

- You got a plan "b"?

- [Sighs]
On short notice?

It's gonna be tough.
- I got a guy.

- Looks like a vault.

Safety deposits...

Is that oxyhydrogen?

- I wasn't repairing
a frickin' submarine.

When's the last time
you worked?

- I've been
mostly legit lately,

you know,
chauffeuring Hollywood types.

- Driving miss Daisy over here.

- And that's basically racism.

- How's that racist?
- That's basically racism.

- How's that--tell me--what?
- You can't--

you can't name
another chauffeur.

- I'm gonna have
to keep you separated.

[Sighs]

Assuming it is
safe deposits?

- Then you want
a low-roof transit van.

- No, what we need is giddyup.
A transit van's slow as sh--.

- Yeah, they're slow to drive,
but they're quick to load.

Plus, you stick some decals
on the side,

in 90 seconds,
you're a plumber.

- Huh.

We'll be in touch.

- Racist.

- Shut up.

- Okay.

- Sh--.

I didn't know
you were going to be here.

- I've been waiting.

- Yeah, I was wondering
when you'd come visit me.

You know, it's hard...

You know, being so close

and not being able
to do anything.

Like, if we were anywhere else,
anywhere away from your father,

you know, we'd be...

- Do you think
I'm stupid, Johnny?

Hmm?
- No.

- I mean, do you--
you think I-I can't tell

when I'm being treated
like a fool?

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

I just went for a walk.

I just went for a walk.
- Shut up. Shut up.

Shut up.

This was supposed to be
my time, my thing.

- Okay, okay.
- Okay? Huh?

You know, for the first time,

my father was actually listening
to me, really listening,

and then you show up and yap
about some stupid cruise ships.

But no.

No, no, I'm not gonna let
some stupid angeleno twink

come to Mexico
and advise my father.

- No, no, no, no, no.

He asked me a question.
He asked me a question.

I answered the question.

- You know, I have exercised

a type of patience with you
that I am not accustomed to.

Do you know
why that is, huh?

Tell me, Johnny.

Tell me, or I will blow your
brains all over this bedroom.

- Because you want me.

Because you want--

- yeah, that's right.

That's right.

That's right, Johnny,

but the moment you become
an impediment to me...

I will leave you in pieces.

On everything
that is sacred to me,

I swear that.

- [Breathing heavily]

- [Retching]

[Coughs]

[Spits]

[Sighs]

- No, please! No!

[Shouting in native language]

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.

What's going on?

- [Screams]

- [Shouting in native language]

- You little bitch,
I will pull your teeth out!

I will pull your teeth out.
- Hey!

- Do you hear me?
You think you're crying now?

- Stop. Stop.

- [Crying] I'm sorry!
Please, you help me.

- [Laughs]
You know what she did?

[Laughing]
She bit me.

- Maybe you shouldn't have
gotten near her mouth, then.

Lina, go to your room.

Go!

- [Crying]

- How many times do I need
to explain this to you?

- What's that?
- They're not yours.

- Listen.

If I'm gonna vouch
for my merchandise,

I'm gonna sample it
once in a while.

- They're not your merchandise
to handle.

They're mine.

I bought them.

- No, you bought shares.

Remember?

"Yeah,
they're on the layaway plan."

That's what you said.

So, until I'm paid in full,
they're still mine.

- It's this simple.

You void the contract,
you don't get your money.

You want to get
your rocks off,

go to the bar at bennigan's.

Until then, you're gonna
respect our agreement.

- Okay.

- Ah!

[Groaning]

- I will not be the bitch
in my own home.

Make no mistake.

[Metallic clinking]

- Ow.

- You're up late.

- Uh, it's--
it was a long, long night.

- I sent Carlos and Lucia
into town.

It's been so long
since they were both home,

I'd forgotten about the sound
of their bickering.

- [Chuckles]
Yeah.

- I'm not blind, you know.

- Sir?

- I see the way
he looks at you,

the way he honks about you
like a little goose.

- It's--it's not
what you think, sir.

- His mother coddled him.

She gave and gave.

I was in prison, so...

If a boy never sees a man,

how does he know
what a man looks like?

- I'm not interested
in your son.

- If you're not interested
in carlito,

then you must be interested
in Lucia.

- No.

I'm interested
in doing business with you.

- I have guns and drugs
in basements by the ton,

not being snorted,
not being fired,

not being shot
into someone's arm,

certainly not
accruing interest.

- I have a friend who...

Works in international aid,

dropping off food and medicine
to refugees mainly.

They load everything
into these crates,

fly it up in a plane,
and then shove it out the back.

It all comes floating down
like dandelion fuzz.

- I don't know if you ride,

but we have horses.

I will speak with Juan Diego.

In the meantime,

I think it would be smart
for you

to keep your distance
from my son.

- You know, babe,

I got to give it
to your girl Amber.

She picked a tough nut.

Dyson spent 20 hours
under a hot lamp--

not a peep.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Going somewhere?
- Amber's.

- Hmm.

She throw another wrench
in the works or what?

- No, I'm just gonna stay there
for a bit.

- Mm-hmm.

You do realize the girl
is sleeping on the floor

of a cracked-out dairy plant,
right?

- I'll get a tent.

- Catherine DeMarco, you are not
about to go play sleepover

with a violent p.O.I.
- Why not?

Mikey is.
Johnny is.

They're in it, right?
So I'm in it.

- Hmm.

You do know I'm looking
right at you, don't you?

Charlie, don't bullsh-- me.

- I'm not bullsh---ing you.

This is something
I have to do, all right?

- Why?

- Why not?

I'll call you, all right?

- [Sniffs]

[Sighs]

[Sniffs]

[Tv in background]

- Madam, how do you do?
I am the manager.

May I help you?
- You certainly may.

Show me a place
to take my shoes off.

My feet are killing me.

- Dorothy, please, a lady
never admits her feet hurt.

Bonjour.

- You see that?

You see that?

Women were
of a higher class back then.

You probably don't remember.

They were curvier.

They were classier.
They were hairier.

Then somewhere along the line,

men got afraid
of their mothers

and wanted to screw
their little sister instead.

- You think oedipus
had the right idea?

- [Mouth full]
Maybe so.

- That makes me feel
all warm inside.

- I'm taking lina.

- The girls don't leave.

- She does.

She's coming down now.

- Fantastic.

Maybe she'll want to take a bite
of my hamburger.

- If she's used up
before she hits the market,

my clients won't stand for it.

[Door opens]
I'll take her from here.

- We go?
- Yeah, we go.

- What do you mean "go"?

Nobody goes.

- I'm good.
You take me. I'm good wife.

- [Laughs]

What makes you think
you can be somebody's good wife?

What are you,
a dumb little babushka?

- Babushka is old woman.

- [Laughs]

You know what?

Lina's not for sale
in any capacity,

not now, not ever.

- No, please.

[Whimpers]

- This isn't a negotiation.
- No, it's not a negotiation!

We did that already!

You arrogant little prick.

I made you a deal,

a good deal,
and I let you live in my home.

And now what...

Disrespect?

- We're going.
- [Laughs]

Look at me.

I said look at me!
- Oh, jeez!

Oh!

[Both screaming]

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, okay.

Okay, look at me.
Look at me. Stay with me.

Stay with me.
- It hurts.

- Hey!
Stay with me!

[Soft music]

♪

- [Muffled speech]

- Aah!

- [Choking]

Get him off me!
Get him off me!

- [Grunts]

- Shoot him, now!
- No!

No, if you shoot me,
there's no money.

- I don't give a crap
about the money.

- [Breathing heavily]

A million dollars...

Why don't you fix this?

- It's your mess.
You clean it up.

[Door buzzer]

- What time is it?

- Hey.
Can I come in?

- Not if you're running.
- I'm not running.

I just don't want
to be somewhere.

- Yeah.

I'm not really, uh, set up
for guests.

- It's okay.
I'm good with the love seat.

[Sighs]

- Hey.

You want to talk
about it?

- No.

I want to sleep about it.

[Knock at door]

- Yo.

What time is it?

- Get dressed, Johnny.

- What's going on?

[Water splashes]

- [Sniffs]

[Breathing heavily]

[Exhales deeply]

[Cell phone ringing]

- Mike, what's up?

- I've got lina.
I'm bringing her out.

- What? Where are you?
- I'm coming up now.

- Okay, I've got you.

I mean, is everything okay?
What's going on?

- Yeah. Yeah, well, sulla--

he, um, wanted her,
so I'm pulling her out.

She's in the trunk.
She thinks I'm a John.

She was fighting back.
It was the only way.

- Okay. Okay. It's okay.
I've got a med team here.

Mike.

Mike, where are you going?

- There's a work site
off roxbury.

It's industrial.
Meet me there.

[Breathing heavily]

Aah!

[Grunts]

- Mike.

Jesus, Mike.
- [Groans]

- Sit up. Sit up.

Where's lina?
What happened to lina?

- She, um...

[Inhales deeply]
She ran.

- She weighs 100 pounds.

You're telling me
that she overpowered you?

- I wasn't ready.

I didn't expect her
to come out swinging at me!

- Okay, we need to mobilize
a search team.

Which way did she go?

Mike.

We need all available units.
We've got a 1057--

white female, late teens,
dirty-blond hair.

Where are you going?
- I got to get back to sulla.

- We have to find lina, Mike.

- [Sighs]

She's not the only girl
in there, Paige.

- Man, I'll be honest--

I'm starting to feel weird
about all this.

- Hmm.

You know, I wonder, Johnny,

if, um, Judas iscariot

felt weird
counting his silver.

[Suspenseful music]

♪

- Whatever you think
you saw...

- You went to my father,

spoke to him
like a little snake, hmm?

[Scoffs]
Let's go, inside.

[Door closes]

- Johnny...

I'm in a position.

I don't know what to do
with you.

You see,

I think you have something
with your dandelion fuzz,

but my son won't work
with you.

So how can I proceed?

You see my dilemma?

- There's no dilemma.

I can run the entire operation
without him.

- You have the means?

- Papa, no, no, please.
I-I am your son, not him.

What, you choose him?
- Two weeks...

Two weeks, my friend can have
a flight plan mapped out.

- Come sit.

- You're looking for me,
right?

- [Laughing]

Yeah.

Hey.

You know
what this place is?

- I know exactly
what this place is.

You killed everyone here.

- You know what?
You're right.

We both did.

This place burned
because of us.

- But everyone
has his price, right?

- You know, I never thought

I would find mine
at the end of a needle,

but you made sure
of that, didn't you?

Didn't you?

And you lit the match!

- Stay back.

- Guns now?

Fine.

[Men struggling]

[Gunshot]
[Keys jingle]

[Dial tone]

[Dialing]

[Line rings]

- Hey.

Sorry.
Did I--did I wake you?

Yeah, uh, I got
this cassette tape--

old school.

Um, do the names Paul Briggs
or Juan badillo

mean anything to you?

Yeah, I figured so.

You know, this tape, it--
it almost--it sounds like--

you--you know what?
Let me--let me play it for you.

- Hey.

You know what this place is?

[Dog barking]