All language subtitles for Amsterdam.S01E03.720p.WEB.h264-KOGi

She has a soft
spot for hotel beds

and certain men.

Hotel men.

Beds

and men

in that order.

In beds, she likes...

tallness

and square footage.

Beds are something of a stage.

And she's something
of an actress.

A character without a writer

or, even worse,

a character written by
writers who can't agree.

As for men, she
also likes them tall

with many square feet.

They must exceed her.

Overgrow her.

They must be unfathomable.

That was another
sleepless night.

Sex doesn't tire her down

nor do pills.

She had learned to live
with insomnia, her ghosts

and the amplified
silence of the night.

She aimed at him
with her right hand.

She reckoned she couldn't
miss from up close.

She took it as a rehearsal.

He wasn't the man
she had to kill.

AMSTERDAM AVENUE

Last song of the night.

No!

Please, make some
noise for Elsa y Elmar!

Also with us tonight:
Santiago from Little Jesus!

Thanks.

Where's Jazmín?

Jazmín is with her dad,
because today's Thursday

and tomorrow is Friday,
so it's a school night.

Actually, today's already Friday.
We lost track of time, didn't we?

We had some sound issues.

She wanted to come because
she's crazy about the band,

although she says you sometimes
choose really vintage songs.

Just don't tell her I told you,

because I swear she'll kill me.

What's with all the secrecy?

How did our MILF number
one like the show?

- I loved it.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

I'll be right back.

Bye.

No, no, no. Let me buy you something
more... interesting, right?

Rum. Two.

- I'm glad you made it.
- It was amazing.

- Whose song was the last one?
- Mine.

The Bee Gees.

I told you.

You want a beer?
I'll go get one.

- I do.
- Yeah. You?

I'm OK, thanks.

- So, how's Amsterdam?
- He's great. He looks fine.

He's making himself at home.

He's so cute. So sweet.

You could create a playlist
with songs about dogs.

There must be some, right?

Now I won't be able to sleep
because I'll be thinking about that.

Look.

No, no googling. OK?

"Martha my dear" by The Beatles?

Martha was Paul's dog.

- No? You haven't listened to it?
- No, I don't know it.

Really? It's in
the "White Album."

Nope.

Here's a great one. Depressing
lyrics with tunes you can dance to.

Nice one!

Right on! I love bipolar songs!

Why don't we do a playlist
with bipolar songs?

- There's no such thing as a bipolar song.
- Of course there is!

- Name one.
- An example...

"I Wanna Dance with
Somebody" by Whitney Houston.

Of course!

She's right.

- Am I right?
- Totally, yeah.

Houston, we have a problem.

I mean, yeah! Her
life was super tragic!

Abusive relationships,
a lesbian in the closet.

- An anorexic.
- A crack addict.

- I'm depressed now.
- Yeah, me too.

Boom!

Hi.

No, no, no, you reek of alcohol.

What? You're not kissing
me either, or what?

Where are you going?

They've called me.
First day at costumes.

Today?

It was supposed to be tomorrow, but
Lola called and said it was urgent.

Lola? The one who
got her eggs frozen?

- Is it an ad?
- Yeah.

I don't know, in fact. She didn't say.
But she wants me to bring my stuff.

What do you think about this?

I like it.

- You're so pretty.
- I'm not kissing you.

How was the play?

Good.

Better.

You? How was it?

Were your groupies glad
that I wasn't there?

Yeah, one of them gave me a
script to write the music.

That thing again.

Everybody wants to
fuck me except you.

No, no, no, don't go to bed. No!

- You gotta take Amsterdam for a walk.
- I wouldn't make it to the corner.

Are you serious? I can't. I'll
be late. I don't have the time.

- You gotta do it.
- I'm not doing it. I'm not doing it.

Amsterdam! I mean... Martín!

It seems like you're
breaking up with me.

Do you like the idea?

Don't think I don't
think about it.

You know? It's like being alone.

I don't know why
we are together.

You don't take any
responsibilities.

We should start thinking
whether we should break up.

We should.

It's the first thing we agree on in
a very long time. Don't you think?

Are you serious?

It's something we can't
discuss now, can we?

Will you come back late?

Wake up, Mexico! That's
right, good morning!

A beautiful morning. Thank
you for waking up with us.

We'll keep you company until
12.00 with the best info,

best music, and best vibe.

Let's make it the
best day of the week

with optimism and happiness
so that everything goes right.

Lola?

- Next trailer.
- Gorgeous!

What a surprise!

- What are you doing here?
- How are you?

- I'm alright, you?
- Fine.

I can't kiss you because
I've got all this on,

but come. Give me a hug!

How are you?

- What are you doing here?
- I'm working at costumes.

What? Did you quit
acting? What happened?

- No, no.
- Oh, OK.

I'm glad. You better not.

She's such a good actress!

Well, I'm glad you're here,

because I have been a little
worried about costumes.

But, anyway, I gotta go
back to my makeup and stuff

because I got here a bit late.
Right? Just a little bit.

A little bit late? Two hours!

Add another hour and a half for
makeup... She's fucked our day.

- I couldn't believe it when I saw her.
- I know, sis.

But I had no idea she used
to be Martín's girlfriend.

I mean, if I'd known, I
would have never called you.

I know, I know. I
wouldn't have come.

I don't know... Do
you wanna leave?

No, it's OK.

We were bound to run into
each other eventually.

I just didn't expect it
to be today. Or like this.

Anyway, you've been with Martín
for such a long time now, right?

We had a huge row today.
He came back at 6:00,

right when I was getting
ready to come here.

Long story short, I don't know
what we were even talking about,

when I suddenly proposed
we should find a way

to improve our situation,
our relationship,

and out of the blue he says, "Yeah,
we should consider breaking up."

No way! Really?

On top of it, you get an
emergency call from me.

But, anyway, do you..,

wanna break up with
Martín for good?

I don't know.

I can't picture
myself without him.

So, you don't wanna
break up with him?

Then you should deactivate the bomb
now, because it's gonna blow up.

You think?

Of course! I've been through
it a thousand times, sis.

You throw in some bait
and you get a fucking bomb

that blows up in your face.

Nad, hear me out.
Men don't break up.

They don't have
the balls for it.

They're gonna do everything so
that you tell them to go to hell,

and they wash their hands of it.

HI!

CAN WE TALK?

WHAT ABOUT LAURA?

CALLING

DON'T CALL ME, OR I'LL
RUN OUT OF BATTERY.

I'M WITH VIRGINIA. SHE ASKED
ME NOT TO TELL YOU LOL.

SHE'S GOT A FUCKING MANSION.

WHAT ABOUT LAURA?

Do you follow Martín?

You asked me to follow him.

You're right.

- Do you follow Marina?
- Of course I do.

Can you please... check
whether she liked it?

Girl...

- Am I a stalker?
- Very much so. Big time.

Do you want me to?

Are you sure?

Let's see.

Did she like it?

She made a comment.

A blue heart?

What does it mean?

Actually, Rocco is on Instagram.

He's got almost as
many followers as me.

Do you work with social media?

I did, up until a few years ago.

Now I only use them,
maybe too much.

What do you do now?

Art curatorial work, fashion,
architecture, parties...

That kind of thing.
For foreigners.

I speak English and French fluently.
I also dabble in some other languages.

I got tired of the
9 to 5, you know?

So, I started working on
customized tours for nice tourists.

They're cool! I make big
bucks and I have fun.

Oh! I also rent props for film
and advertisement productions.

And what are the tours about?

Experiences.

Most of them want to
eat delicious food,

they want to buy handicraft
souvenirs, go to galleries,

go partying, mescal
tastings, that kind of thing.

Every now and then, they want to go
to a "cantina" or wrestling matches.

Frida Kahlo, of course!

Anyway, some History, lots of Architecture
and Lit, which is my strong suit.

By the way, I'm taking some Swedish
tourists for dinner at Casa López.

They're architects, so I want
them to visit some neighborhoods.

- López, among them.
- What a nice job!

Yeah, I like these better.
Besides, they're more comfortable.

- These are more your size.
- Good.

You're still dating
Martín, right?

Yeah, we're very happy together.

- How long has it been? Like three years?
- Four.

I noticed he's still
obsessed about covers.

I couldn't ever understand
that melancholy of his

for a time he never
lived, you know?

The deodorant that's
always with me.

It's shit.

I asked for a shit ton of money
so they'd say no, and here I am.

Lights!

Enough smoke, thanks.

Guys, clear the take!

Clapperboard! Clap! Action!

Stay in your place, stay
in your place. And punches!

Good, more aggressive!

Left! Left! Right!

That's it. And punches!

Come on! Left! Left! Right!

Good!

Faster traveling, we're at
a higher frame rate now.

Wait for the camera. Jab, jab!

Right! Left! Right! Cut!

Play back.

Good, Marina! We're all set.

Yeah.

LADIES' GYM - BOXING

Listen to that song, dude.

- It's in that record.
- Sure.

Hello.

Yeah.

I can talk.

I was teaching.

I can call back
when you're done.

Is everything OK?

What do you mean,
"Everything OK?"

Did you forget the conversation
we had this morning?

Of course not. It's just an
expression. You sounded weird.

Nice hearing, Martín!

You haven't even
texted me today.

You haven't called, nothing.

Whenever I get the chance,
I call to check up on you.

I'm not OK, just like you.

I haven't called because
you were at the shooting.

Besides, I don't even
know what to say.

Do you really want
us to break up?

It was you who brought it up.

They're calling me to
the set. I gotta go.

- What time will you be here?
- No idea. Whenever Marina lets me.

Marina who?

Let's talk later. Bye, Martín.

Man, if you wanna
stay in my apartment,

I don't have a
problem with that.

Shut up. I don't
wanna break up, man.

That's where you're wrong.
Nadia opened the door.

You should seize
it and run free.

Polish my right hand. I
can't do it with my left one.

I love her so much, dude.

I'm sure you do, man.

She's a clever girl.
She's talented.

She's hot.

She's cool and whatnot, but you guys
are either bickering or miserable.

That ship has sailed.

I don't know.

It's like we stopped being
patient with each other, man.

And our interests have drifted
apart little by little.

Is that a song by
fucking Adele, or what?

I'm serious, Cherny.

What was The Beatles' last song?

- I don't know.
- Their last song, man.

- I don't remember it, dude.
- "The End," man.

What does it say at the end?

What does that
have to do with it?

Fuck. You get what
you give, man!

You're both turning a blind eye.

That ship has sailed, man.

All of this is for her? Isn't she
meant to be a boxer or something?

There's a shit ton of changes.

- Hey, can I try this on?
- No!

There she comes.

Girls! Thank you so much.

Thank you. Today was amazing,
spectacular, congratulations!

No! I was so worried about
this damn ad. For real.

For real.

You don't mind, do you?

I can't risk being
seen by the client.

You want some?

- No, thanks.
- I'm OK, thanks.

Are you guys sure?

I've been doing too
many ads lately.

And this one got me thinking
whether I really wanted to do it.

"Maybe it's too much."

But, anyway... It was great!

I was so surprised by
the result. I mean it.

I would never...

I would never have guessed
it would turn out so well.

Anyway, I'm off.
See you tomorrow.

Thank you so much
for everything.

Have a good one.

- Get some rest. Take care.
- You too.

- Bye, sweetie.
- Bye.

It was nice seeing you. Bye.

I know we hate her, but
I'm taking her joint.

You bet. Who wouldn't?

Violeta!

This is good pot.

I'm not hungry.

What do you want?

To be fine!

With or without him?

A few hours ago, I would have said
with, but I'm not so sure anymore.

Look, you're tired. You had
a bad trip because of Marina.

But I'm super, super sure that
there's nothing between them.

That girl's on a different
vibe. I'm positive. Am I right?

She's just about to fly to the
Bahamas with her sugar daddy.

For real. Unboxing
mode, a total diva.

- What would she want with Martín? Please!
- Totally.

Look, you're not
getting anywhere now.

Let alone if you
keep overthinking it.

I just got invited to a party.

It's gonna be cool.
Why don't we go?

You get over that bad
trip, you vent out with us.

You shouldn't try to
work out your shit

in the middle of the night.

Yeah, you don't get
anywhere if you're tired.

Look, there's the
prodigal boyfriend.

The director?

Sure! He's smelled
you're screwed up

and decides to show up. Shit,
what does he want at this hour?

Fucking guys. Am I right?

But you said it.

Come here.

If we break up, who
are you staying with?

Who?

Hi.

I don't know why I'm
sending a voice message.

Well, I do know. It's
like a letter, but...

less thought through.

Without any corrections.

Also...

every time we talk,

whether we want it or not,

we always end up
abusing each other.

And then I think about
what we said to each other.

How...

any little spark
makes us blow up.

I don't know why we lost
patience for each other.

I love you.

We're not incompatible.

I know that.

That's why this
is so frustrating.

I don't want this to end.

But, if it has to, I
hope it doesn't fade out.

Like those songs you like.
They turn the volume down and,

before you even realize
it, they've ended.

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