All language subtitles for Penny.Dreadful.City.of.Angels.S01E09.HDR.2160p.WEB.h265-NiXON

[man] Previously

on Penny Dreadful:
City of Angels...

You used to fight
for your family,

and now look at you!

You sit,
and you don’t say anything!

Mateo, come home now.

These people are not
your family.

[Mateo] I can’t talk to Mama
or Raul or Tiago,

and now I don’t even
have you anymore.

You need to know
I’m moving out.

I’m going to live
at the Temple.

[Tiago] You know
this is never gonna work.

[Molly]
I know, but I can’t stop.

♪ somber music ♪

[Alex] Councilwoman Beck
has filed a petition

to have you recalled.

[Beck] You have no talent.

What you do have
is a family name.

Leave my father out of this.

For Reilly, this little
piece of shit?

[Lewis]
You’re going to San Quentin.

[snaps fingers]
Or just like that,

I’ll make sure everyone knows

what kind of rat you are.

You kill them all?

Dottie’s gonna take you home,
and you’ll stay with her.

Please don’t let them hurt me.

[Lewis] The Nazis, City Hall,
the Temple, the motorway--

what does this all add up to?

The future of Los Angeles.

I don’t know
that we can save her.

[Lewis] Save her?

[air hissing]

We’re just trying
to survive her.

[dogs barking]

[wind whistling]

[Lewis] Oh, God. Ow!

[Tiago] Just hold still.

My fucking car.

They’ll give you another car.

Ah, this is a V-12!

You know how much hustling
I had to do to get a V-12?

Damn tragedy is what this is.

So who was it?

Better question:
who doesn’t want to kill us?

City Hall.

Townsend’s a cream puff.

Doesn’t have the nerve.

Maybe the Pachucos,
revenge for Diego.

Tommy guns aren’t their style.

The Temple.

I hardly think
Miss Adelaide is--

I know what you think,

but you ask me,
that woman’s capable

of pretty much anything
under the sun

and the big, black midnight.

♪

Let me tell you, though.

For my money,
this reeks of one thing

and one thing only.

[distant siren wailing]

♪

So what do we do?

They come after us.

We go after them.

♪

You ain’t seen what I can do.

♪

Look away, child.
Look away.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪

[Townsend] God,
it could have been beautiful.

This thing,
it’s not just a road.

It’s a vision.

This could’ve been LA.

With respect, sir,
I do wonder

at your singular lack
of moxie.

Moxie?

Oh, for fuck’s sake.
It’s over.

Beverly’s gonna get
her goddamn route

for the motorway,

and all the spics
are gonna celebrate,

and then they’ll celebrate
some more

because she’s gonna
get me recalled,

and then we’re both gonna be
out of a job.

The city council doesn’t vote
for another four days, sir.

- You still have time.
- For what?

They fucking hate me!

The spics hate me,

and the city council hates me,

and the voters hate me.

I’m a fat, hateful man,

and nobody
will ever love me, ever.

Why the fuck should they?

I love you, sir,

and Kurt loves you.

Of that, I have no doubt.

Further still,
the people of this city

will love you again.

You’re going to save them,
you see?

You’re going to give them
that beautiful future.

You must.
It’s your birthright.

♪ ominous music ♪

You have only
one card left to play,

and you must.

The destiny of Los Angeles
depends on it.

♪

Talk to your father.

♪

[Peter] I didn’t think

about what all this
would do to the boys...

...and my Tom especially.

[Elsa] It will take time.

[Peter] Ja.

But what I did was so selfish.

I send their mother away,
and I bring them you and Frank.

We should have waited, Elsa.

Peter Craft...

you are a good, true man.

We will see our way through.

And we start today, ja?

We will be a happy family
like all the others.

What do happy families
do, then?

They play games, maybe,

or go out together.

Ja, good.

Tonight after work,

you come home,
and we will all go out

to the movies;
that’s what we’ll do.

Why, look here.

This new Robin Hood picture.

Is he not the one
your Tom likes so much?

Ja.

Ja, that book is our favorite.

Ah, this will make him happy.

A special treat for Tom, then.

We will all go downtown

and see
this Robin Hood picture.

You go tell him.

And I’ll tell him
it was your idea.

Oh, look now.
I’ve made a mess.

[Maria] I’ll get it, ma’am.

[Elsa] How silly am I?

Very silly.

Don’t you think
I am a silly girl?

No, I do not.

What do you think I am, then?

When I know, I’ll tell you.

When you know,
it’ll be too late.

♪ tense music ♪

♪

I so hoped we could be friends.

You might as well howl
to the moon.

♪

Every drop now, you hear?
Every drop.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

I need to see
Mr. Richard Goss.

Are you a member?

I’m a member of the LAPD.

I’m sorry, this club
is restricted,

Detective Lewis...Michener.

Yeah, my rabbi told me.

Sir.

Mind if I join?

How’s Adolf?

Invaded any countries lately?

You fellas know Mr. Goss
works for Adolf, right?

When he’s not killing Jews,
that is.

Gentlemen,
will you excuse us?

Yeah, go grab a copy
of Mein Kampf at the gift shop.

[sighs]
So...

this is what
a restricted club looks like.

Mmm.

Ah.

I can see why you keep
the riffraff out.

I could almost convert
for a steak like that.

Detective Michener,

you have grossly overplayed
your hand.

Pal, I haven’t even gotten
to the table yet.

But before they throw
my Yid ass out of here,

this is what you gotta hear.

I know who you are,
I know what you’re doing,

and I know you tried
to kill me.

So how about you do it now?

Safety’s still on.

That’s the little switch
on the side.

These theatrics are so
in keeping with your people.

Everything’s such drama,
isn’t it?

Oh, yeah,
we’re aces on drama.

You know what else
we’re good at?

Staying alive,

just like roaches.

Keep stomping, and we’ll just
run to the corners.

You killed my friends,

you tried to kill me
and my partner,

and here I am.

You may think you have
an inkling

of what you’re dealing with,
but--

Spare me the speech.

Via Hermosa Development,

Councilman Townsend
over at City Hall,

Sister Molly’s Temple,

that place in Topanga.

I know exactly--

And young Brian Koenig.

I know you have him hidden.

But we will find him

and pry whatever secrets
he holds

from that neurotic
little brain.

Sure.

You bet.

But until then,

if you want to kill me,

how about you just kill me?

Not my partner,
not my friends,

me.

♪

Pick up the gun.

Spare us both the trouble.

[sighs]

I don’t need to hurt you.

Oh, hey, that’s good to know.

Your wife, Miriam,
died years ago,

but your son, Felix,
lives in Glendale.

He works in the shoe department
at Bullock’s.

♪

You do not see him,
or, more to the point,

he chooses not to see you.

Your daughter, Beth,
lives in Millburn, New Jersey.

She has two children.
I cannot recall their names.

I’m not sure you’ve ever
met them.

There’s such estrangement
in your family.

♪

Your daughter is with child,
by the way,

and so you’re going
to be a grandfather again.

Congratulations.

Oh, Daniel,

robust representative
of your tribe,

you shall one day look back

on this trip
into the lion’s den

and weep for all you know

and all you’ve lost.

♪

It’s not the lions
you have to look out for, pal.

It’s us roaches.

♪

[Tiago] I don’t know.

Lewis wants me
to stay out of sight.

I think he’s worried about me.

He’s a good man
to have as a partner.

The best.

And back to work on Monday?

Yeah.
There’s a ceremony.

We’re gonna get citations
for that Hazlett thing.

Congratulations.

We should go somewhere.

What do you mean?

Out somewhere.

Like where?

I don’t know.

I mean, we walk
up and down this beach,

and we stay inside the cottage
so no one will see us.

It’s like we’re in prison.

I guess we are.

And what if I want to be free
of it, all of it?

Honey, we can’t go out
in public.

You know that.

God Almighty,
I’m so sick of it.

You remember when we went
to the pier?

That’s the day
I fell in love with you,

because you let me be
just plain Molly.

Oh, let me be her again.

Molly.

Just for one night.

- What do you have in mind?
- Anything, everything.

Let’s just have fun,
just like anyone else.

You really want
to have some fun?

Mm-hmm.

Because I know just the place.

♪ big band music ♪

♪

♪ Why was I born? ♪

♪ Why am I living? ♪

♪ What do I get? ♪

♪ What am I giving? ♪

♪ Why do I want a thing
I dare not hope for? ♪

♪ What can I hope for? ♪

♪ I wish I knew ♪

♪

♪ Why do I try ♪

♪ To draw you near me? ♪

♪ Why do I cry? ♪

♪ You never hear me ♪

♪ I’m a poor fool ♪

♪ But what can I do? ♪

♪ Why was I born ♪

♪ To love you? ♪

♪

You may come in, sir.
He only has about ten minutes.

[exhales sharply]

Sit down if you want.

I’m riding in a few minutes,
so I’d appreciate brevity.

I need to talk
about the motorway.

Beverly Beck’s motorway,
this is?

My motorway.

Hmm.

Then you’re wasting
your time here.

I need your help.

I’ve never come to you before.

I’ve never asked you
for a damn thing,

not a single election,
not a single vote.

- You know that.
- You need my influence

to persuade the city council

to adopt your route
for the Arroyo Seco motorway.

That’s what I need, Father.

Well, sit.

Sit.

Go ahead, son.

Three men built Los Angeles.

Mulholland brought the water,

Doheny found the oil,

and you built the roads.

Hmm.

When you came to this town,

you had a vision
for what it could be.

You knew LA would grow
and keep growing

and it would need
to get around,

so you turned
public transportation

into private transportation.

You bought the streetcars
and the buses

and the cabs

and the property for the roads.

No one moves a block
in this city

if they’re not paying you.

Hmm.

What I’m doing
with the motorways

is just the next logical step.

Those little red streetcars
are yesterday’s news.

The future is the automobile

and the roads they drive on,

a future we can control.

It’s the family business, sir.

Not surprisingly,
you have missed

the essence of the matter.

The future,
as you so grandly put it,

isn’t in your motorways.

That’s all inevitable.

The future is up there.

Aviation.

I already own
most of Mines airport

over in Inglewood
and the land around it,

and I’m working on a bond issue

to add more runways
and terminals

and make it the central airport

for all of Los Angeles.

When the war comes,
which it will,

military’s going to be pouring
a fortune into aviation.

All that technology
will be trickling down

into the private sector,

so after the war,
planes are gonna be bigger,

cheaper, faster,

flying longer routes,

nonstop from LA to New York,

right over all those motorways
of yours.

So you’ll understand
why the company

can’t spare too much worry
about your little road.

I’m not talking
about the company.

I’m talking about you.

Please help me.

Oh, for God’s sake,
don’t embarrass yourself.

Dad, just for a minute, please.

You’ve already lost.

Unless those Mexicans
start rioting

and killing a bunch
of white folk,

Beverly Beck has run the table.

She gets her route
for the motorway.

[laughs]
You get recalled.

But with your support,
I could win.

Well, you are assuredly
correct about that.

♪ uneasy music ♪

Do let me make one thing
inescapably clear.

The reason
I’m not supporting you

isn’t because
you’re a fat, ugly queer.

It’s because you’re weak,

and I never back
a losing horse.

♪

Good day.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

I need to see him.

And you would be...

An old friend.

[indistinct chatter,
hammer banging]

[Berman]
Detective Michener.

What do you think?

I bought the place
from Lawrence Tibbett,

the baritone of note.

His design aesthetic
was a bit rococo,

but the bones of the house,
unbeatable.

Can I have a word?

Give us the room, gents,

and don’t hang the chandelier
until I’m there.

Of course, I looked in Bel Air
and over in Pasadena,

but Beverly Hills is like
the jugular of the town,

it seems to me.

Hey, tell me honestly,

does this place make me look
nouveau riche?

Fuck yes.

[laughs]

Listen...I need your help.

Ah, the menace of Germany
again, huh?

Did we not have
a rather desultory conversation

on this point?

Cut the crap.

I promise, I tell you
what’s going on,

you’ll help.

You make me your friend,

it’s for life.

Yeah.

For life.

♪ dark music ♪

♪

I’m all ears.

♪

[indistinct chatter]

- [man] Mm.
- [Maria] Gracias.

[man] speaking Spanish

[Spanish music playing faintly]

♪

Raul.

I don’t know
that it’s all bad,

the motorway.

Maybe it’ll do some good, hmm?

People can get to work faster.

Maybe business will come in,
like around the train stations.

Or maybe it kills
the whole neighborhood.

It doesn’t matter anyway.

They’re gonna move the road
into the canyon.

Come on.

♪

How’s work?

That house is cursed.

I tried to help, but I...

I don’t know
what to do anymore.

Hell with it.

I’ll pray tomorrow.

I was thinking about trying
to go back to work,

bring in some money.

When you get better, okay?

When will that be?

So tired still.

What?

Ever since the hospital,

nothing feels the same.

It’s like I have
some kind of purpose now,

but I don’t know what it is.

Okay.

It’s decided.

Tonight you take
your mama out.

- Mama...
- Now, come on!

We’ll get dressed to the nines
and hit the town.

I been in that bus
for two hours

after fighting
with a German witch

the whole day.

You don’t think I deserve
a night out?

[laughs]

Por favor, mijo.
[laughs]

[indistinct chatter]

Listen, just sit tight.

I’ll be done
in a couple of hours.

[Dottie] Don’t you worry
about us, Lewis.

I’m teaching the kid Mahjong.

[Lewis] Jesus.
Don’t start betting.

He’s a math genius, remember?

[Dottie] No one takes

Mrs. Minter’s little girl
to the cleaners, hon.

See you later.

Let’s go.

[sighs]

I want a nice, easy transfer.

The San Quentin boys
will meet you at Union Station.

They’re insufferable
Bay Area pricks,

so be warned.

Noted.

Just put him on the train

and wave good-bye.

♪ uneasy music ♪

♪

Remember, no grief.

No grief.

♪

How you doing, kid?

Fuck you, puto.

That’s the spirit.

King of San Quentin.
That’s what you said.

Word’s out you took the heat.

You’re gonna own the place.

[chatter stops]

[spits]

Let’s go.

♪

♪ "Sing, Sing, Sing" playing ♪

♪

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

♪

speaking Spanish

♪

Vamos, hijo. Vamos.

♪

- Eso, muy bien!
- Hey, Mama.

♪

Vamos. Hey!
[laughs]

Ah.
[laughs]

Hey, hey!

- Mijo.
- Hey, Mama!

♪

- Oh, hey.
- Ooh!

Sorry.

- [Josefina] Mama.
- speaking Spanish

Your hair!

What? Oh, I thought
it would look good.

You look gorgeous.

Hey, come on.
Let’s sit down.

Excuse us, ladies.

My little girl, that hair,
in this evil place.

I’m not drinking, just dancing
with Mercedes and Ana.

Mm, don’t lie to your mother.

My heart is so full,
seeing you.

I miss you, baby.

Maybe you think
about coming home?

If you knew how happy I was,
you wouldn’t ask.

Isn’t that what you want
for me?

♪

Yes, that’s what I want.

But...maybe I teach you

a little bit
about the mascara, hmm?

Mercedes did that.
I told her not so dark!

[laughter]

[growls playfully]

♪

[crowd cheering]

♪

What?

♪

[laughs]

What is it?

Familia.

[Fly Rico] Up to you, ese.

♪

What did she do with her hair?

[laughs]
’Teo!

God, I missed you
so much, ’Fina.

♪

Uh, this is Rico and Rio.

Yeah, hi.

Your hair is killer.

Come on, chica.

[Maria scoffs]

♪

Now, don’t be like that, mama.

[Maria] I’m not your mama,

if you even have one.

♪

This is my brother Raul.

Hey, brother Raul.

So this is it?
You’re all Pachuco now.

Hmm, in the sacred threads
ass to crown, baby.

You’re a joke.
You ought to be on the radio.

[Rio] Easy.

Your baby brother’s a man now.
Take it from me.

He’s dressed like a man.

Don’t.

That doesn’t make you a man.

A man stays with his family.

He helps out at home.
He has some pride.

We don’t need
to fight about this, Mama.

We all find our pride
in different ways, yeah?

When Raul went into the union,
I remember you shouting

that he was gonna become
a Bolshevik and get blown up,

and when Tiago
joined the force,

do you remember those fights?

Josefina and this Temple,

which I don’t understand
one bit,

but she found her pride.

That’s what you taught us.

Stand up.

Be a Chicano.

Be a Vega.

♪

Maybe...

just be my mama for one night.

Okay?

We can fight tomorrow.

[sighs]

I worry about you,

out there in the city
without me.

So it’s growing up.

So it’s getting hurt sometimes.

In a purple suit.

In a purple suit.

♪

Anyone want a drink?

- [laughs] Yes.
- [Mateo] Yes.

[samba music playing]

♪

I tell you, baby,
you got your brother’s moves.

I tell you, baby,

I also got his back.

♪

Six dot.

For all your smarts,
you’re lousy at Mahjong.

Well, maybe
’cause I’m not Chinese.

What, you think I am?

I did have
a Chinese dog once,

one of those sausage dogs.

A dachshund?

That’s a German dog.

Yeah, no, I don’t think so.

I’m pretty sure.

- It was my dog, honey.
- [tile clacks]

Seven dot.

So how are your equations
coming along?

You figuring things out?

Hmm?

Oh, yeah, I figured it out.

You figured it out?

The rocket, this would be?

Mm.

I’m working
on something else now,

something much bigger.

[tile clacks]

♪ ominous music ♪

[dog barking]

♪

[engine puttering]

♪

[brakes squeak]

Okay, time to go.
Get your things.

- Where are we going?
- I told you, somewhere safe.

I like it here.

You’ll like it there.
Chop-chop, come on.

♪

Mrs. Minter, I take it.

Miss Minter.

Oh, so there’s still a chance?

Don’t try your sweet talk
on me, fella.

Brian, shake a leg!

♪

[car doors slam,
engine revving]

♪

[bell dinging,
horns honking]

Are we gonna be late?

I don’t want to miss
the cartoons.

We won’t be late.

Can you tell me
the Robin Hood story?

Why do you want to know
the story?

You’re just about to see
the movie.

[Peter] Did I ever tell you
about the very first movie

I ever saw?

When I was born,
they didn’t have them, even.

You’re so old.

Ja.

So this man came to Essen

with a big tent,
like a carnival man,

and he set up
his projector machine,

and we all paid
a couple of pfennigs.

How much is that?

Oh, say, a nickel.

And he switched on his lamp,

and he turned the handle,

and this flickering light
showed us

pictures for the first time.

Who was in it?

Oh, no, this was
before movie actors and...

just showed life.

Sounds boring.

[chuckles]

Well, it wasn’t boring, no.

It was the first time
I saw the world, you see.

♪ soft music ♪

And I knew I could go there

and ride on trains and dance,

everything that wasn’t...

my life.

♪

But no more of that, huh?
Tonight is for Robin Hood, ja?

[all] Ja!

♪

[Molly] You were born
in Belvedere Heights?

[Tiago] No, Josefina was born
in Belvedere Heights.

We were over in Sonoratown
when I was born,

off Alameda Street,

all of us
in this tiny little room,

no bathroom, no hot water.

But my parents
worked like mules,

saving every penny

so we could finally move.

That’s why we love
the house so much.

Oh, I envy you that.

You have such a pride
in where you’re from.

You’re a proper Angeleno.

Aren’t you
a proper Nebraskan?

No, I grew up in the back seat
of my mother’s car,

all over the Midwest,
up into Canada sometimes.

Wherever the revival circuit
went, that’s where I lived.

God, I still live
in a church.

Maybe we’ll have
a real house someday.

- Don’t look so anxious.
- [laughs]

Not gonna take away
your vaunted bachelorhood.

Please, take it.

[giggles]

Now, hop to.
We’re almost there.

[laughs]

My Lord, what palace of vice
are you taking me to?

Don’t worry.
Place is a mob scene.

No one will even notice us.

[lively music playing]

♪

[crowd cheering]

♪

[laughs]

Oh, please say you’ll
dance with me until dawn.

Let’s see if we can get
a table first, and then we...

[Molly] Tiago?

Okay, um...my mother’s here.

- Your mother?
- Yes,

and my brother.

Well, should we not
go say hello?

Oh, Molly,
it’s a complicated family.

It’s a whole Chicano thing.

You’ve met my mother.
It’s only fair.

You’re a gringa,
and you’re you.

- Jesus, Molly...
- Well, I’m not ashamed.

Are you?

♪

[laughs]

[Tiago] Mama!

Mijito.
[laughs]

This is Molly.

Molly, may I introduce you
to my mother, Maria Vega,

and my brother, Raul Vega?

Hello.

Molly, a pleasure.

It’s wonderful
to meet you both.

Um, Tiago has told me so much.

Sit, sit.

What has he been telling you?

You know he’s a born fibber.

We used to call him Pinocchio.

- [laughs]
- Already?

Do tell.

- [Tiago] Don’t.
- This one here

is so good at the lies.

When he broke something,
who got blamed for it?

Never innocent little Tiago.

He was a good boy.

He would make these big eyes,

and then a tear would start
falling down his cheek,

just one,
halfway down his cheek.

I have no damn idea
how he did it.

[laughter]

And how did you two meet?

Yo sabes, through work.

Do you work
in the station, then?

Oh, no, no.

I was working a case, and...

we just met when I was out.

Molly’s in...public service.

Ah.
Teacher?

- Partly, yes.
- [Maria] Oh!

Mama. A Chicano mother,
you should know...

she’s a mama bear at first.

You’re never gonna be
good enough for her angel.

But once you give her
five or six grandkids...

[laughter]

Your words to God’s ear.

[Tiago]
Christ, I need a drink.

- Amen.
- What would you like, Molly?

Branch water, thanks.

Tequila?
Tequila for you?

- Claro.
- I’ll be right back.

And no more stories
about Pinocchio.

[laughter]

♪

speaking Spanish

♪

Officer Vega.

You got nerve showing up here.

You got nerve
showing up anywhere.

You gonna cuff me?

I’m off duty.

Me too.

♪

Uh-uh, uh-uh.
Your money’s ugly here.

These are on me.

Thanks.

Tomorrow I won’t be off duty.

So it goes, amigo.

♪

[Raul] I mean it.

The three of us
in this one room

the size of a phone booth,

little Mateo wetting the bed,

Tiago doing his crying act,

and I had to get up
at damn five o’clock

to go to the cannery!

[Molly] Oh, I swear,
that makes me jealous.

I don’t have
any brothers or sisters.

I always wanted to be part
of a big family.

[Raul] Come be a Vega,
God help you.

Sister Molly!

I know you now.

I know you.

Bad enough what you do
to my little girl,

and now my son?

- No, ma’am.
- Mama.

Look, I don’t think
I can explain other than--

No, ma’am!

You take your gringa face
out of my life.

You take your white God
away from my girl.

You take your hands off my son.

- We do not need you!
- Hey, Mama, calm down.

Calm down.
Sit down.

You bring this woman here?

Sit down.

♪

You show her some respect.

I should go.

Stay.
Please don’t go, Molly.

Please.

Molly?

What is this?

Jesus Christ.

Sit down.

This is the woman
makes you leave your family?

No, come on, ’Fina.
We don’t need to do this.

Shut up, Mateo.
Sit down.

Josefina, let me explain.

Fuck him coming here.

- This place is for Chicanos.
- You lied to me.

You got no right
to talk to me like that.

I’m sorry.
I didn’t know what--

You should’ve told me.

What, you gonna shoot me?
Go on, you fuck.

You gonna cut my throat?
Come on, Pachuco, here I am!

Both of you, shut up.

Motherfucker.

Tiago, why do you do this
to me?

Josefina--

- Don’t blame him.
- Then you tell me.

Why are you here?
I don’t understand.

Esta mujer is dating
your brother.

This is your goddamn saint.

- Don’t.
- Let them talk, Mama.

I should’ve told you.
I didn’t know how.

Suddenly you can’t find
the words, you.

What kind of man are you,

to do this to your family?

Chicana girl
not good enough for him,

- not for the white cop.
- Stop.

[Mateo] You’ve been running
from us your whole life.

This is our skin, ese,
yours and mine,

and nothing you do
is gonna change that,

no matter how many gringa putas
you fuck.

All of you, stop!

I will not have this from you,
from anyone.

My whole life,

I’ve been disappointing people.

I don’t believe in God.

I don’t believe
in Santa Muerte.

I don’t join the union.
I join the force.

I’m not Chicano enough.

I’m not white enough.

I’m not Catholic enough.

I’m not cop enough.

I’m not anything enough!

♪ soft dramatic music ♪

But what I am

is Tiago Vega,

and the woman I love sits here.

♪

You can turn your backs,
you can walk away right now,

but this is who I am.

♪

Jesus. [chuckles]
You should have been a priest.

[laughs]

♪

I love you, Tiago,

but you drive me mad
all the time.

He’s a Vega, hmm?

Three sons and no priest.

Explain that to me, someone.

Maybe she’s the priest.

♪

Maybe she is.

♪

Maybe we start again, huh?

[chuckles]

This is Molly Finnister,

Sister Molly.

Okay.

So this is a Mexican mother.

She says a lot
and really loud.

- Loud.
- [laughter]

But if Tiago says
he cares for you,

that matters.

He’s my soul.

♪

They all are.
[laughs]

And I would never do anything
to hurt him

or your daughter.

Please believe me.

She’s telling the truth.

This all with Tiago,
I don’t understand...

but she is a good woman.

♪

I love you, Mateo mio.

♪

We talk sometime,
you and me, yeah?

♪

[lively music playing]

♪

Promised this lady a dance.

[laughs]

♪

Make a joyful noise
unto the Lord.

[chuckles]

Amen, sister.

Hey, come on, ’Fina,
you and me.

[Mateo] Let’s show them
how it’s done, Mama.

Old lady like me?
[laughs]

[band playing
"Sing, Sing, Sing"]

Yeah, you know
what you’re doing?

- No.
- No? Check this out.

♪

Yay!
Vamos, familia!

[Maria] Yeah!

♪

♪

[no audible dialogue]

♪

[music intensifies]

♪

♪

♪ mysterious music ♪

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