All language subtitles for The Pier - S02E08 (TvShows4Mobile.Com) rqz7d

Stop!

What is it?

Mom, can we keep him?

You know what, darling?

Sheep really love to be together
in their flock.

They get scared when they're separated.

Let's take the flock then.

- What?
- Okay, great. We'll take the flock.

That's an awesome plan.
Go on, go see if you can catch them.

Make sure to get them all.

- Yes?
- Why is it called The Pier?

It's never easy to come up
with a name for a story.

In this case it was a tougher still,

maybe because I started writing without
really knowing what story I was telling.

- Do you know somewhere quiet?
- The old paper factory.

- What are we doing?
- What we had to.

I'm really proud to be here with you.

- We kidnapped someone.
- No, we're keeping him here a few hours.

We can't be blamed for that.
We'll say...

we were driven to it.

That this guy killed our husband
and Vicent and that's it.

We took him so he'd confess,

we'll record it
and get him out of our lives forever.

We haven't done anything irreparable.

Are you really happy to be here with me?

- Very happy.
- I'm happy to be with you...

to not be afraid or have walls up...

to not have to run out and then
regretted it five minutes later.

- Have you really broken down your walls?
- All of them.

- Really?
- Yes. They went, "boom" and exploded.

How do you know this isn't
anything more than a moment of madness

and you'll just go back
to being your old self?

How do I know?

Because I went to your house
with no panties on.

Seriously!

The old Alejandra
would never have forgotten, but I did.

- That must mean something.
- Sure.

It must mean something.

And...

What about the new Alex?

Could she love me?

Of course.

Like you loved Oscar?

Of course.

One berry milkshake,
one mini chocolate donut,

one twinkie, and one cream cake.

And the same for me.

- We don't have any of that.
- Come on, Germán.

Go to the mini-mart on the corner,

and buy donuts, Twinkies, pastries
and all else.

Oh, and make sure it's all
palm-oil-free. Thank you!

You're an artist, sweetie. Did you know?

Yes, I know.

Who taught you how to draw? Your mom?

My dad.

He's in heaven, you know.

I'd have liked to grab his leg
so he wouldn't fly off,

but I was on a field trip that day.

- I saw dolphins!
- What about rhinos?

- Yes.
- Did you see those too?

There were some really big giraffes...

2 MISSED CALLS
KEYLA

Who keeps calling?

Is it your boyfriend or your girlfriend?

It was Keyla.

It was something like that,
but it's nothing now.

What does she want?

She wants to meet up but don't worry,
I don't want to see her.

I've realized that even though I love
her, even though we like each other,

even though I still have feelings
for her, she hurts me.

And I don't want that.

Call her right back.

I don't know when we stopped doing
what we want to.

What we feel. When the hell
did we stop doing those things?

We put walls up and tell ourselves
it's the end when it still excites us.

What should I do?
Bang my head against a wall?

Bang it against the wall. Smash it open.

But don't be like me.

Sometimes backing up,
being flexible like a piece of wire,

makes us happy.

Sol... what do you think?

- Should I meet up with her?
- Sure, if you like her.

If you like her...

Are we clear?

When you're ready.

My name is Andrés Casteleiro Soto.
I'm a businessman.

I've been kidnapped by Verónica...

Stop! Say what you have to and we'll go.

And what's that?

- That you killed Oscar and Vicent.
- And what if I do say it?

That recording isn't worth a thing.
Don't you realize that?

No judge would accept a confession
taken at gunpoint as evidence.

It's called kidnapping and duress.

There is one thing we can do.

People will be looking for me by now,

I've had lunch with my wife every day
at the same time, for 20 years.

And because you left my car...

in the middle of a road
with a bullet hole in the windshield.

So, this is the deal.

You let me go and I won't say a word.

I'll tell them I had a panic attack

or got heat stroke and was wandering
around the countryside.

Who'd think I would make that up?

Do you know why
that's the best deal for you?

Sol.

You have a beautiful little girl
in this... weird couple you make.

Alejandra...

Let's go outside.

- He's bluffing.
- No, he's not bluffing.

Yes, he is.

- Sol's with Katia, she's fine.
- She's with Katia now, but what then?

Can she stay there the next ten years?

- While we're in prison?
- That won't happen.

- Sure.
- I understand your doubts,

- I have them too.
- But they're not the same as mine, Alex.

- Okay, what are yours?
- I don't know who we're avenging.

You came in my house screaming about how

I wasn't doing enough
to catch his killer,

- now what are you saying?
- That I don't know who Oscar was.

Who was he?

The guy lying in the morgue,
the one who wanted a baby,

or the one who was going
to abandon a five-year-old?

Is that the Oscar we're avenging?
I don't know.

I don't know, Alejandra.

I don't know
if we've been wrong all this time,

thinking it'd be easier
to avenge his death

than to accept that maybe Oscar...

was a scumbag.

And?

I'm not doing this for him,
I'm doing it for you and I, for us.

So that we can finally close this door,
once and for all, and open the next one.

I want to open the next one too.

But at home.

Not jumping into the abyss.

What about this one? Does it suit me?

Great, I love it!

Really, really, a lot!

Try the leather shoes with it.

- Yes!
- With a heel?

- Yeah! So they clatter!
- So they clatter?

- Yes!
- This one, right? This one!

- That's really dressy for me.
- Try it on, I'm telling you.

- Try it, Mom!
- Try it!

What is it, Sol?

What's wrong?

Sol?

Why is Dad here?

We accept your deal,
but we want to know if you killed Oscar.

Don't you get it?

I'm just a businessman.

I have businesses running girls,
but that's all.

You're a piece of shit,

not a businessman.

- They weren't better off in Bulgaria.
- You're sick.

I bring 5 over and another 25 sets
of parents

are begging me to bring theirs.

I didn't ask about your business.
I asked if you killed Oscar.

Know why I insisted
Oscar work for me?

It wasn't because he was shit hot in
business or really charismatic. No way.

Because he was the only guy who,
when he came to Lula,

as brazen as they come,

put his wedding ring on
instead of taking it off.

I really liked Oscar,
he was a great guy when he came here.

Good fun, happy...

But, little by little,
he became overcome with a darkness.

I guess it's normal
after living a lie for eight years.

You don't even know who you are,
in the end.

It must turn into such a heavy burden,
that you can't carry it anymore.

But that wasn't my fault.

That he started lying.

- That was hers.
- You son of a bitch.

You made him
into your money-laundering puppet.

Verónica, don't listen to him.
Don't listen.

Look at me. Don't listen.

We're going to let you go.
Don't say another word.

At that point he was already a puppet.

He'd left his job, he was depressed.

That's not true,
he didn't leave his job.

He did.

Jesus!

Shit.
Dammit.

Oscar might not have been well,

but I don't think you'd just let him go
with the money he stole from you.

Tell us, Andrés. You killed him.

Just tell us already. You killed him.

- You killed him!
- I sent my guys to scare him.

- Verónica.
- They found him dead.

- That's not true.
- It is.

- Verónica, don't listen to him.
- It's not true.

He screwed up our friendship.
He screwed up his life.

- It's not true.
- It is.

You gave him a toxic life
and he went ahead with that shit.

- That's not true.
- Yes, it is.

- It was you.
- It was you.

- Verónica, that's enough. Verónica!
- You killed him, just say it.

- You killed him.
- That's enough!

Put the gun down.

I'll let you go
and you're going to get out of here.

It was you.

Bitch!

He has three broken ribs.

His palate is destroyed,

probably from having
a gun pushed in his mouth.

Hematomas, cuts, contusions,
a blow to the head,

most likely caused by a rock
or a blunt object.

He died of a brain hemorrhage.
brought on by the beating.

It must have been agony.

I'm so sorry, Conrado.

The thing is, my name isn't Martina.
It's Alejandra.

And you're dad was my husband.

But he was also your mom's boyfriend.

He loved all three of us very much.

Love doesn't run out,
no matter how much you share it.

Were you sad when he went to heaven,
too?

Yes.

I was very sad.

Because we also wanted to have a baby.

It would have been your baby brother
or sister, but we didn't have time.

So when I found you, I was so happy.

A pier is a place where
a journey begins and ends.

That rope, bring it here.

And that journey must be taken
on the least stable terrain of all.

A place where we're most vulnerable
and most alert:

Water.

Do you forgive me?

I was just too ashamed to tell you
that your daddy had another wife.

You're so silly. Isn't she, Mommy?

Some people make this trip as kids,

others when they're old,
either way it's unavoidable.

Our lives are held in place
with dressmakers' pins,

hanging by a thread so thin,
sooner or later it's likely to break.

It belongs to Andrés Casteleiro.

He left Lula with it at 12 pm
and hasn't been heard from since.

They probably forced him
from the car with a shotgun.

- Looks like a kidnapping.
- Suspects?

We're waiting for a warrant
to track his phone.

I don't give a damn about warrants.
Call and give the order to trace.

I'll go to his house,
give me the keys.

What the hell is it?
Have I got something on my face?

I don't think I should give
you a police vehicle, sir.

Excuse me?

- Don't screw around.
- I'm sorry, sir.

Captain Castro's on his way
from Valencia.

He wants to question you about Vicent.

Well, he can wait.
Give me the damn patrol car keys.

They asked me
to take you to the precinct.

It's an open investigation.

You're to hand over your gun
and your badge.

Really?

Who's going to make me? You?
You have two options.

Either give me the keys
and cycle back to the precinct,

or we fight here and now
and you go home in a wheelchair.

You decide, but do it quick.

I haven't had breakfast
and I'm in a bad mood.

We have to call someone,
he's going to bleed to death.

First my mom, now me.

It's in my blood, Alejandra.

No, don't you dare!

My mom is the most selfish person
on the planet and I'm not like that.

And Sol?

She's the most wonderful being
on this planet

and her dad was a scumbag,
but she won't be.

- No, of course not.
- Sol won't be like that.

Of course she won't, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Listen for one second.

I know I told you I wanted us
to be together in this...

but we need to split up now, okay?

No... No!

No.

No way, I started this.

Yes, I took a shotgun
and put it in the car.

- I started it.
- No, Alejandra.

You have to look after Sol.
I started this.

- And now I'm going to finish it.
- That's not the way it works.

It's not.

- Yes, it is.
- No.

It is the way it works, Alejandra.
It is.

You were a happy woman.

Bright.

Just like Oscar.

I could have made him
not return to my house.

I could have stopped him
falling in love, but I didn't.

I didn't.

And I've learned some things.

Not doing anything
is still doing something.

No...

I won't leave.

Do you hear? I won't go!

- Hello?
- Conrado...

I've done something really stupid.

Probably the most stupid thing
I've ever done.

What happened?

I kidnapped Andrés.

I put him in the trunk of the car,

I drugged him with anti-anxiety meds
I had at home

and then I shot him.

He's bleeding heavily,
I doubt he'll make it.

Send me your location
and turn off your cell. Turn it off.

- I'm on my way.
- Okay.

Here.

I'm surrendering
my badge and my firearm.

I'll wait for Castro at the precinct.

In your novel you talk about the duality
between the domesticated being we show

and the wild beast that we hide.

Which of the two
do you think ends up prevailing?

Neither.

I think that at the end of the journey
you know so much about yourself that...

there's no room for dichotomy.
You are who you are.

You can't help but know who you are.

All of my relationships have been
the same since I can remember.

From the first guy I screwed
in my parents' bed...

who was supposed to be teaching
me German, up until you.

They were the same in that
I boycotted them.

Sometimes we choose a word
which leaves a mark on our life,

words like 'happiness',
'journey' and 'hope'.

The word I chose was, 'but'.

"It's good
but it's only sex."

"It was good,
but we'd had a lot to drink."

"It's great, but only on Thursdays."

Well, in three years there have been
a lot of Thursdays.

My daughter was also a 'but',
so as not to be too involved.

However, somebody told me that
the word 'but' isn't a powerful one.

That I'm just scared.

That person is very smart.

She's a little girl.

A six-year-old who can say that
because she still hasn't forgotten

what it is to feel.

When you left your wife for me...

I had the biggest panic attack
I'd ever had.

And instead of being happy
and saying how I really felt...

I disregarded you.

My daughter is here because

she's had to suffer
my childishness all these years,

so I think she deserves to hear this.

Well, seeing as we're being honest...

I want to tell you you're the best guy
my mom has ever been with.

And I'm glad
you're my little sister's dad.

You could even be a good stepdad.

I can't be worse than my mom
and you put up with her...

So, think about it
and we'll see each other again.

Come on, let's go.

Hey, Katia. Listen!

What is it I have to think about?

Jaume, you're the love of my life.

I want you to leave Minerva
and live with me.

With our daughter and with Ada.

And if you want a dog, we'll have one.

And for us to be a damn family.

The most conventional one possible.

Come on.

- I'm sorry, this is my fault.
- No, it's my fault.

It's my fault.
I kidnapped him, it was all my plan.

- No.
- It's my fault.

- Where's his wound?
- In his side.

- He won't make it.
- We just wanted to record him, we...

We wanted him to confess he killed Oscar
and record him.

It wasn't him.

He didn't do it.

How do you know?

Because Oscar left this note.

I've had this in my wallet for a month.

It's Oscar's suicide note.

I didn't have the guts to destroy it.

Why did you take it?

Because he talks about me
and the business we did together.

That it was me who made him
make the hardest decision of his life.

Neither of you are to blame
that Oscar took his own life.

I guess it's easier to think
someone else did the dirty work.

"I don't know who'll find this note

or how long it'll take for you both
to find out what I'd become.

I thought relationships were like
two overlapping circles

the remaining space being
your very own. The space you need."

I'm yours.

I didn't know
how to maintain that space.

I loved you so much, both of you,

that I didn't realize
my space was slowly running out.

And now I can't take another step.

You made me see that tonight, Fran.
Thank you, my friend,

for telling me to stop.

I'm sorry to leave you
with the dirty laundry I gave you.

You don't deserve it.

I fell madly in love. Madly.

First with you, Alex,
because you're kind,

you're sexy, you're powerful,

and it touches me deeply
they you never suspected anything.

You're the love of my life...

and I'm a coward.

I'm not even capable
of coming back to you, Verónica.

I'm not worthy of your infinite love

and the unending generosity
you bring to my world.

You're the woman of my dreams

and I'm the mediocre man who didn't know
how to live up to you both.

And Sol.

You're the only pure thing in my life,
so don't be sad that Daddy is gone.

In life there are accidents,
disease and sadness,

there are lots of other feelings that
don't allow us to enjoy the cool things.

Sometimes they take over like darkness
when you turn out the lights.

The summer sun is only there
in the memories you have,

but the good ones are the best
and you'll have many.

You'll have friends, and love,
and happiness,

and don't let anything erase
the summer sun from your memories.

I love you, my darling daughter.
More than I can write here."

No!

What did you do?

What did you do?

He didn't kill Oscar,
but he did kill Vicent.

How do you know?

It was recorded by one
of the swamp birdwatching cameras.

They threw him in the canal afterwards.

Go on, get out of here.
I'll wait for the police to arrive.

Don't turn on your phones
until you're past the road to Sueca.

Go.

What will you do?

I'm going to take my meds again.
I'm not well in the head...

I think things,
get into fights with people,

but...

there's no worse prison for me
than my meds, so I'll be fine.

Better than now.

Go on, go.

- The distance between what you are...
- Go.

...and what you think you are
is the measure of your own illness.

You have to shorten that distance,
that is the journey.

Break down walls
and make those two circles

that blur our vision, become one.

I think we should all be more genuine
and more coherent,

but that's the toughest task of all.

Thank you, you're very kind.

- Blanca!
- Yes?

In some circles it has been mentioned

that this story is based
on the real-life story of your daughter.

No. Of course not.

I would never write or publish such a...

story so deep, painful and private
if it were about my own daughter.

Okay, whose do I sign?

MOMMIES

Where are we going, Mommies?

Anywhere.

Anywhere.