All language subtitles for Matador.US.S01E09(1)

You wanted to know what they did to Noah.

It could've come off suspicious.

You took an unnecessary risk
bringing that up to Galan.

Who the fuck are you?

There's something you should see.

In our lifetime, we will
have a cure for death.

The question should be asking yourselves

is, how can we sustain
the planet's resources

with all these people and never die?

Obviously, we can't.

- W-why are you showing me this?
- You've procured the virus.

You deserve to know its power.

which we will now deploy

to bring about the future
we both know is necessary.

[Buzzer]

You'll forgive me for being blunt,

but who the fuck are you?

A friend.

I don't have friends in the triad.

Yakuza?

[Background chatter]

As much as I'd like to continue this game,

I have a batch of my heralded Pruno Brewing

in the cell toilet. I
really must attend to it.

So perhaps you should
tell me why you're here.

Do you know him?

Tony Bravo.

Does not ring bells.

You spent some time
together in Rosarito Beach.

Oh, yes.

That was mein haus.

I entertained many people there

but never this man.

I know for a fact he had something to do

with your arrest.

Well, then you know more than me.

Should your memory improve,

I've been empowered

to make you an offer.

Let me see that picture again.

Oh, yes. I remember him now.

Some mid-level,
cheese-eating dealer from L.A.

Who gave me up to the feds.

You aren't telling me the full story.

Of course not.

If you want the unabridged version,

you're going to have to tell me

what kind of offer you're making.

The only kind that means
something to someone in here,

freedom.

This is a cruel promise
if it cannot be kept.

Tell me, how is it that
you can make this offer?

Who do you work for?

I'm sorry to say we've
reached the end of the road,

old friend.

If anyone deserves a fate
better than this, it's you.

But Alas, time is a thief.

And my advances in research
can only take us so far.

My sin... being born too early.

Still...

I thank you for being willing
to help us this one last time.

Of course.

It may be too late for
me, but not for my family.

It will be done.

[News report in background]

[Gunshot]

[Phone ringing]

Hello?

Agent Peacott is awake.

I'll be right there.

He was a little disoriented when he woke.

He seems to have some
moderate retrograde amnesia.

Is that a cause for concern?

Not for me.

Neuroimaging shows no signs of damage.

Scans are negative for stroke.

Sensory and motor responses are normal.

Physically, he checks out fine.

But?

But someone doesn't just
go to sleep for four days

and wake up with no ill effects.

I'd keep him out of the field for a while.

Thanks.

The television landscape sure has changed.

- [TV in background]
- You were only out four days.

- I know, but...
- [Tv turns off]

Generally speaking.

You know, you gave us quite a scare.

How are you feeling?

I feel more rested and relaxed
than I've felt in a long time.

I feel great.

You know, you weren't
great when we found you.

You were terrified and in pain.

You were saying something about your hands.

"They took my hands."

You remember that at all?

I remember going into adaptive

and talking to the receptionist.

I remember walking down a
long, white hallway, and then...

I woke up here an hour ago.

I just need to get back to the office,

shake out the cobwebs. Am I clear to leave?

You are, but you need to go home and rest.

Too late for that. I've
been doing some reading.

Did you know there's a whole
sect of people who believe

that survivors of the Ze'Otec virus

still exist to this day?

How old would that make them now exactly?

Not them specifically, their bloodline.

Look at this.

There's all kinds of
speculation about how to harness

the power of the survivors,

believing that they possess
the key to true immortality.

We know why they want the virus,

population control.

Well, that's the theory at least.

Make room for the people who
believe that they can live

for hundreds of years.

Oh.

A lot's happened since you've been out.

This is why I never take sick days.

I want you all to watch A.S. Roma

defend this corner kick.

[Indistinct TV chatter]

Look at the dispossession.

- The counterattack.
- Wow.

- Pass to the wing...
- [Crowd cheers]

And the game-winning goal.

Do we have a friendly
coming up against them

we don't know about?

This is in preparation
for next week's match

against Austin.

They field a defensive scheme
that is nearly identical

to Inter Milan.

As you can see, Roma destroyed Inter Milan.

Study the best, and you can beat the best.

And study we will.

Because if you don't show
up ready to play next game,

you'll lose so bad,

it'll make my first divorce
settlement look like a victory.

And that bitch took money
I haven't even earned yet.

- [Laughter]
- Got me?

Oh, and there's one more thing.

Don't forget to be here by 8:00 tonight

for the latest episode of my favorite show,

The Rich Gets Richer, starring Andres Galan.

Why do we have to waste
a perfectly good evening

talking to these wankers?

Your job doesn't end when the game does.

You're an ambassador to
this team every minute

you're out of whatever skirt's
bed you take up shop in.

Who doesn't want to be here?

Huh?

No, please, I really want to know.

Whose life is so hard that
the very idea of free food

and drink and adoration from
the club's biggest supporters

is such a burden to you?

Caesar.

Or Bravo.

Duquesne, I know you'll be here tonight.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Si, señor.

The sales from our gold
boxes is what pays for all,

all of your inflated
salaries, and don't forget it!

Without the fans, we have nothing.

The club is nothing, and
nothing is no good for me!

I came down here to say how
much I was looking forward

to coming to celebrate with
you all at tonight's party,

but now...

You just all better be here.

You hear me, Holester?

[Grunts]

[Door opens]

- Who died and ruined his day?
- [Door closes]

That's a good question.

[Groaning]

[Phone ringing]

Hello?

Tony?

Yeah. Who's asking?

Is this the same Tony who drank my Tequila,

puked in my face, and
threw me in jail for trying

to make a living... the DEA agent?

How'd you get this number?

The same way I got this phone.

You know, you'd be surprised
how resourceful people

can be inside this place.

That's too much ketchup, Dummkopf.

Cut it with the crushed jollys.

I'm hanging up.

Don't be so hasty, hmm?

You haven't even heard why I've called.

I need you to get me out of here.

Why would I do that?

I'm the one that put you in there.

Because some chinaman paid me a visit.

Asked a lot of questions about you,

and he told me he could get me released

if I was to tell him about
our past interactions.

You can relax.

I told him you were just another
piece of shit drug dealer.

So I was only half lying. [Laughs]

What do you want?

For some fraulein to be playing Wagner

on my skin flute by tonight.

Make it happen, Tony,

or the chinaman gets what he came for...

your full biography.

[Latin rock music]

♪ ♪

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[Indistinct chatter]

This is your captain speaking.

Welcome to world Asia Airlines

flight 409 to Chicago.

I love you guys.

I'll see you tomorrow.

[Indistinct chatter]

Can I help you find your seat?

24C is right over there, sir.

If there's anything you need on the flight,

please don't hesitate.

Thank you, miss.

I plan on taking a nice, long nap.

Excuse me. I'm sorry about that.

I'm sorry.

[Indistinct chatter]

Arigato.

What else did the German say, exactly?

Just that he wanted out by
tonight, and then he hung up.

Rather than give you up to them,

he's looking for a better deal.

So we can assume he hasn't ratted Tony out?

Yet.

Am I clear to go to
this Riot party tonight?

Yeah. Just watch your back.

I'll watch his back.

I'm going as his date.

Are you sure you're up for that?

Consider the week you just had.

- I'm fine.
- Okay. Go.

I'll handle the German on this end.

Handle him how?

By having him renditioned to parts unknown

before final bed check.

[Classical music]

♪ ♪

[Hissing]

♪ ♪

[Upbeat music]

Party in the locker room.

Who knew?

I don't see Galan.

He's probably upstairs with the VIPs.

Right now, this room is
merely a vessel for you and I

to get to know each other.

No one else here matters.

It's just me and you, girl.

Ain't no place I'd rather be.

Laying it on a bit thick, no?

Limey, please.

Galan really goes all out
for his luxury suite owners.

Do you know how much those boxes cost?

No idea.

A million dollars a game.

Huh?

- [Crash]
- [Crowd gasps]

Are you sure you're okay?

Really? You too?

Sorry. You just seem a little tense.

And after the other day...

you kind of went a little crazy.

She killed herself. That was her decision.

Yeah, I meant the part just before that.

I protect my team.

If something happened to you,

I would find the people responsible.

I don't have to explain myself to you.

You're right.

- Let's just move on.
- Good.

It's just, you're supposed
to be the steady one

in the group.

We can't have you going
all Chuck Bronson on us.

I'm fine.

Here.

What?

Just stop wiggling around, and stand still.

Here, come here. What are you doing?

It's a relaxation thing I learned

from my supervisor at the DEA.

Old Taiwanese technique
his grandmother taught him.

Huh?

Better?

Mm-hmm.

- Drinks?
- Mm.

Now,

for those of you who have been wondering

why we must raise ticket prices again,

behold the fruits of that small sacrifice.

[Crowd murmurs]

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you

the Wells Fargo Riot Room...

an elegant, sophisticated VIP lounge

where you chosen few can congregate

before and after the game,

a place you can truly call your home.

With world-class cuisine,
private wine lockers,

a walk-in humidor, and
wall-to-wall flat screens,

so you won't have to miss
a minute of the action.

This is an exclusive space
unrivaled by any other stadium

in the country, and it's all for you.

So let us drink.

To progress.

Progress.

All: To progress.

- And it even has toilets.
- [Laughter]

I don't see Samuel anywhere.

Is he required to show up to these parties?

Yeah, I don't think he can
be required to do anything.

Holy shit.

That's P-Rod.

Who?

Paul Rodriguez. Pro skater.

Do you mind if I just...

go ahead.

Uh, P-Rod?

- It's the Matador.
- You know who I am?

Yeah, man. I saw the Austin game.

You leave it all out there on the pitch.

You're a warrior.

Says the guy who won four
gold medals at the X Games.

That's impressive.

So you going to make the
roster again this week?

We need you. I don't know.

You see the coach around,
maybe you could put in

- a good word for me.
- You got it.

Phase one is now complete, my friend.

They've noticed us noticing them.

Now we wait a minute
and move on to phase two.

No, I'm good. You go for it.

I told you, I'm not looking
for a one-night stand.

You don't know what you're looking for.

If you did, you would have found it by now.

Well, maybe I've got my eye on someone.

That's a lovely notion, Caesar.

However, we have an
obligation as single men

in a televised sport to spread our seed.

It's a time-honored tradition.

Hey.

Oh, dear God.

What?

You're not talking about Senna.

And what if I am?

Her father would bury you under the pitch

for even thinking about it.

Don't you ever get tired of random women?

I get what you're after.

We've all had our Sennas.

A woman who you'd do anything to be with,

who you would pour your
heart into, and you'd risk...

trust me, it's a lousy
return on investment.

Who was it for you?

Let's just say there's a certain actress

whose films I don't allow myself to see.

Ladies, allow me to introduce myself.

Name's Holester, and can I just say,

ne'er have I met two women

as gorgeous as you standing in one place.

Where are you from?

Oklahoma.

I never met anyone from Oklahoma before.

I'm trying to meet
someone from every state.

It's a little game I'm playing.

Now you can check another
place off your list.

Maybe I can.

Our hope is to break ground
by the first of next month.

But if we want to be ready for
our season opener in 2015...

[Phones vibrating and beeping]

We want our season ticket holders to...

[phones vibrating and beeping]

Breaking news to report as a
Passenger jet bound for Chicago

out of Hong Kong was forced
to make an emergency landing

at San Francisco international Airport.

Initial reports stated
that the World Asia Airlines

flight 409, a Boeing 767, had suffered

an engine malfunction and was forced

to attempt an emergency landing.

Though, from what we can
see, the plane does not appear

to be damaged.

It's surrounded by emergency vehicles,

and yet no efforts have been
made to deplane the passengers.

We are now learning from airport officials

that flight 409 is
officially under quarantine.

Quarantine?

We're not sure whether this is a result

of some contaminants or
an illness on the plane,

or perhaps, God forbid, that it was

some kind of act of terrorism.

We will continue to stay
live on this developing story

as more information
becomes available to us.

It's happening.

Got it.

That was the Deputy Director.

He's confirmed it's a viral event.

CDC are on-site. There are no survivors.

Well, how many people?

It was a full flight, crew included, 375.

They're keeping it under wraps for now,

but it's only a matter
of time before the press

gets wind of this.

So what's our move?

Luckily, no one's been let off the plane,

so it should be contained for now.

Do we even know if this is the virus?

Not yet.

But if it is, this could
just be the beginning.

We need to get out of here.

- I don't think I should leave.
- Why?

I should keep an eye on
Galan, see if he makes a move.

I can't leave you here, not
with the Aleman situation.

It's too dangerous. If Samuel shows up...

I can take care of myself.

Fine.

Stay only as long as Galan does.

Then get back to the office.

Okay.

Billie.

Picked a hell of a day
to wake up from a coma.

I felt a disturbance
in the force the moment

- you were assigned to my post.
- Hmm.

Well, until you're
reinstated, it's still my post.

So pull up a chair and help a sister out.

[Sighs]

- This is Hong Kong?
- Yep.

Looking for security breaches,
how the virus was transported.

Any theories on a delivery device?

Mm, could be an infected person.

You know, patient zero.

The virus killed fast, right?

375 passengers in 12 hours.

You put an infected passenger
through a security line

in an international
terminal, you get an outbreak.

Yeah, no reported cases of
infection in the airport.

So someone must have
let it out on the plane.

Let's work the manifest,
flight crew as well.

Can't rule anybody out.

♪ In my mind ♪

♪ Intertwined ♪

♪ Are our legs twisted ♪

♪ Chase your goals ♪

♪ Chills for hours ♪

- Wow.
- You like it?

Yeah. Your voice, it's, um...

it's ethereal.

That's good, right?

- [Chuckles] Really good.
- Yeah.

Some of it's production.

You know, things they do in the studio,

sweetening and stuff.

Well, you can change
the way a voice sounds,

but you can't change where it comes from.

Yours comes from a beautiful place.

Thanks.

You know I play guitar,

if you ever want to jam or anything.

- Yeah.
- Senna, I need to speak to you in private.

One second, daddy.

I'm showing my demo to Caesar.

Go away now.

Really?

It's cool.

No. No, it's not.

Senna, I don't have time
for your games today.

It's okay, Senna. We
can do this another time.

God, I can't believe you just yelled at me

in front of him like that.
That was so embarrassing.

You need to get out of here immediately.

What? Why, what's going on?

You're leaving the city.

I have a car waiting for you downstairs.

Leave the city?

Okay, you're kind of
freaking me out right now.

[Indistinct TV chatter]

You need to go home now, pack some things,

and head for the house in Palm Springs.

- Can you do that?
- Yes.

- But what about you?
- I'll be fine.

Call me when you arrive, all right?

The second that plane touched down...

Okay.

Except for it was a canceled flight,

so you'd never know that
something went wrong.

I'm thankful too that whatever, you know,

killed those people, you know,

we don't want that getting out.

Maybe we can go back to your place now?

Oh, darling, I'd love to...

But I'm meeting a friend from Minnesota.

Tony.

You have to come with us.

Where are you guys off to?

My dad's telling me I have to go

to our house in Palm Springs.

Yeah, it's about to get popping, Bravo.

What, he asked you to leave?

Yeah, but I'm bringing the party with me.

Did he say why he wants you out of town?

No, but I think it has
to do with that plane

on the news.

I have no idea why, but he
seems kind of freaked out.

Tony, why don't you come with us?

Yeah, we got plenty of room, man.

Oh, no, thanks.

Think I'm just gonna chill
here, have some more free booze.

- Call it a night.
- All right.

Well, if you change your mind, call us.

I don't know what's happening.

It all just happened so fast. [Coughs]

[People coughing]

I have to put this down.

Jillian, take care of...
take care of daddy, okay?

I love you. I love you both so much.

This was uploaded to the cloud

by one of the passengers four hours ago.

Major news networks are
showing it on a loop.

[People coughing]

Go back a bit.

Once wasn't enough for you?

[Whirring, beep]

[Coughs]

There, toward the middle. Aisle seat.

The whole plane is in full panic.

This guy is totally at peace.

Or totally dead.

Right. What row is he in?

- [Phone ringing]
- 24.

Tony, how's it going over there?

I think it's possible L.A. is a target.

Galan just sent Senna out of the city.

Has he left too?

No. No, not yet at least.

Smith's coordinating
with homeland security.

I'll give him the heads-up about L.A.

All right.

There's not much more I can do from here.

I'm coming in.

We'll see you soon.

What's up, man?

Going somewhere?

Yeah. Party in Galan's office.

That's where the good food is.

[Groans]

I understand you are injured.

Krav Maga, was it?

This is your suspiciously
zen passenger from seat 24C.

Ted Navidi. British passport.

Background check is in the works.

No carry-on bag for an
international flight?

Okay. I'll admit that's a little odd.

Let me see the passenger video again.

[People coughing]

Stop there.

On the footage, see?

No oxygen.

Why isn't he hooked up anymore?

Guy's dying. He probably
figures, what's the point?

[Distant] Or he's dying
because his oxygen tank

is what spread the virus.

Who's gonna stop an
old man with an 02 tank?

Imaging technology
isn't gonna pick that up.

Unless that tank is being
directly screened for biologicals,

he waltzes right through
security checkpoints.

Hey. Hey.

[Normal voice] Everything okay?

Yeah. Why? You were saying?

We need to get someone on that plane.

Right.

I'll check in with San Francisco.

Don't move.

Look, man.

You'd be wise to do as he says, Tony.

Someone like to tell me what
the hell is going on here?

Samuel here has made some
rather disturbing accusations

against you, Tony, and
you must answer them.

Look. The guy doesn't like me.

Made that pretty clear from day one.

So what? Now he's saying stuff about me?

Shocker.

Now, Tony, you need to be honest with me.

After all I've done for you,

I think I deserve that much.

Are you working undercover?

Have you been spying on me all this time,

worming your way into my organization,

using my team to get close to me,

- to my daughter?
- No, sir.

I swear.

Ooh.

Like I said, Samuel doesn't
like people crowding his space.

When it was just you and him,
he could control the situation.

Now there's someone else you confide in.

[Chuckles]

That's the best you can do?

I'm jealous.

Tony, you need to tell me right now

everything we knew about you
before you showed up here.

Your gangland past.

The drugs.

All lies.

All part of your cover, wasn't it?

Mr. Galan, I wouldn't lie to you.

You know that.

You have to believe me.

Keep talking.

Everything you say is
about to become irrelevant.

[Rock music]

♪ ♪

We got a problem.

San Francisco's pushing back on the plane.

Different subject.

I just spoke to the Deputy Director.

He just sent a team in to
pull Aleman out of prison,

and he's gone.

♪ ♪

Gone?

Where the hell could he be?

Greetings, gentlemen.

Who the hell are you?

Why don't you ask Tony?

I've never seen this guy before.

Oh, Tony.

This hurts my feelings.

You haven't even heard why I've called.

I need you to get me out of here.

Why would I do that?

I'm the one that put you in there.

Because some chinaman paid me a visit.

It is my hope that you suffer
a long and painful death

for the shit that you have put me through.

Four-walled hellhole, that place.

Oh.

[Mutters]

Oh, mmm.

Gentlemen, if you permit
me a brief digression.

You know food is a passion of mine.

This morning I had banana pancakes.

It had been so long since I had these.

All that butter and syrup

and the bacon... mmm.

Maple syrup on bacon
is proof there is a God.

Anything and everything I
wanted to eat today, I did.

Now after months of the slop

they make us choke down inside,

the world is my oyster.

Oh, yes.

I had those too.

And then, to top it all off,

I have spent the last hour

drinking all of the fine
Tequila that Mr. Galan

has so graciously offered his guests.

And do you know why I tell you all this?

Hmm?

Because you will know my
pain and embarrassment.

You will know the anguish of Rosarito.

[Gagging]

Damn it to hell!

I think you'd better go now.

You rot in hell, you Schwein!

"Why would I do that when
it was me who put you there?"

That's what you said, isn't it?

Or are you now going to tell
me that that was not your voice?

No.

Not even as brazen a
liar as you could do that.

No more lies.

Only facts.

You, the goddamn DEA.

Is it true?

Yes.

I was an agent...

Back then, but I'm not anymore.

Not since the day that I
set foot on the Riot field.

You expect us to believe that?

It's true.

I wasn't happy at the DEA,

chasing down dealers
like that asshole Aleman.

For what?

The system is broken, and there was nothing

I or anyone else at the agency
could do that would fix it.

When I realized that, I
knew that I had to get out.

That's the story you're
gonna bet your life on?

It's the truth.

- [Grunts]
- [Groans]

You're done talking now.

You see, I like you, Tony.

That's why this is so hard.

I like your family.

Good people.

Being at your sister's
Quinceañera reminded me

of what it's like to be in a real home.

You remember that night?

When I pulled you aside to tell you

that Samuel was questioning someone

who we believed was causing trouble to us?

And within two hours, you left the party,

Samuel was ambushed, and
our subject was rescued.

Samuel also informed
me that a fight ensued.

Lift up your shirt.

[Groaning]

Coming through the first-class cabin now.

You seeing this?

Visual's good. The
quicker you get this thing,

the faster you can get out of there.

You're almost there.

Seat 24C. It's up on your right.

I see something.

Got it.

It's empty.

Fingerprint it immediately.

We'll be waiting for
confirmation on our end.

The prints we lifted off the tank belong

to Maurice Avanzato, who, sure enough,

connected to flight 409
from Lampang, Thailand,

under the name of Ted Navidi.

Fake passport. That's what we figured.

Yeah. It would appear so.

And this Avanzato guy was loaded.

You know that little washer
that sits inside your faucet,

so it doesn't leak? This guy invented that.

He's been giving away his money
to political causes ever since.

- Okay, that's weird.
- What?

Right here, it says he was born in 1902.

This can't be our guy.

Holy shit.

He was 112 years old?

[Groaning]

You need to make up your mind right now.

I want him to talk.

Men like him don't talk.

One gets bored

of guns and blades.

I do, at least.

I'd like our last moments
together to be more...

Memorable.

[Gunshot]

[Dramatic music]

♪ ♪

If you have any hopes of surviving tonight,

you will tell me everything I want to know.

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