All language subtitles for E.L.D.S01E06.Couples Therapy [eng]

RESTAURANT
THE BARN

BAR
THE BARN

Hi.

I thought you weren't coming.

Are you sure?

Leo asked me to do this.

He says it's the only way
to avoid losing everything.

Since he's behind bars, it's up to us.

I went to see him in prison.

It was awful.

He feels so helpless and alone.

We're the only ones he can count on.
His family.

We talked at length.

Despite the mess he's in, he told me

that having you on his side
really gives him strength.

Here's everything you need to find them.

He's lucky to have you as a brother.

And I'm lucky to have you
as a brother-in-law.

179 DAYS BEFORE THE HEIST

Where have you been?

I looked for you all night long.

My night was much worse, trust me.

Good morning.

I want in.

In what?

The heist. It's mine as much as yours.

You conned my father into financing it.

I think I deserve to be in.

What were you working on?

Listen...

What you said back there, before.

You didn't mean it, right? It's absurd.

Absurd? This whole situation is absurd.

I can hardly believe it's happening.

I'm still hoping I'll wake up and discover

that it was just a horrible dream
worse than any other.

- My love...
- Don't call me that!

I thought about it all night.

I'm serious. This is my decision.

I won't end up like those women
who get screwed over by their husbands.

And I am sure I'd rather be
in this situation because I want to.

I fell in love with you because
there was something elusive about you

that kept me chasing after you.
It kept me tied to you.

But now, I need to see you
for who you really are.

You owe me this much.

It's our only chance to know
if our marriage is worth anything.

There! It's up again, I knew it.

I bet I'll have a heart attack.

But if you smoke
while checking your pressure...

So what? Get off my back.

Relax. Leo has a way with words,
he'll make her see reason.

Yes, yes.

- Well?
- So?

Well?

We've come to a compromise.

I told you he's good with words.

And?

- She's in.
- She's in. Great!

- Where are you going?
- I'm done.

Wait.

What for?

For you to finish digging our graves?

Give me one fucking reason to stay.

For a heist we can't pull off,
with your wife who's not a pro!

My father-in-law.

Have you forgotten
he's a general of the Carabinieri?

Is she threatening
to report us to her dad?

Anyway,

she's still in shock for now.

She's not in her right mind,
who knows what she might do?

Let's make her think
that we're bringing her in, all right?

We'll let a few weeks go by,

during which maybe
we try to find a solution to all this.

And if we don't find one,
we can all pack up after a few weeks.

We'll all go home. But not now!

Absolutely not now.

Fuck you, Leo.

What a fucking choice.

So we all agree.

Yeah. Sure.

It's hopeless. Leo is always like this.

All we can do is hope
and pray that things will work out.

He's always chasing after
his fantasies, his dreams...

There's no reasoning with him.

But it's my fault for indulging him.
I should've told him no.

Was he like this with my dad?

- Not now, drop it.
- I won't drop it.

I want to know what happened
the night he was arrested.

Well, you see, we...

We were on a good streak back then.

We'd robbed a local bank
and a jewelry store...

Leo wanted more. He wanted
to take things to the next level.

He suggested we go
for the Savoy crown jewels.

You know what he's like, right?

"I have a plan. It'll be smooth sailing.

"It'll be a piece of cake.
There's a loophole in their system."

- "A piece of cake," he said. But then...
- Then?

There was no loophole.

But by then it was too late.

Your dad was working on the vault,

we were keeping watch upstairs.
Then we heard voices.

Security hole, my ass.

Anyway, these things happen.

And you have to take
a split-second decision.

We got away. Your dad didn't.

That's how it goes.

No one told me anything
all these years.

- You took advantage of me!
- What?

- Just because I'm a kid!
- Absolutely not!

Go fuck yourselves!

Sandra!

Sandra!

11 DAYS AFTER THE HEIST

- Your bill keeps growing, Notarbartolo.
- Yeah, I'll pay. I'll pay soon!

Hello, Leo?

Hey, Albi.

- Listen, I need you to...
- Yes, don't worry.

We've taken care of everything. It's done.

Taken care of what?

And who's "we"?

Anna and I.

She came here, I gave her the information
to track down those backstabbers.

Can you hear me?

- The reception must be bad.
- It's not a reception issue.

The only issue here
is that you're an idiot!

A complete idiot!

Fucking hell.

Anna knows about Judith.

She wants to destroy me,
tear me down, completely ruin me.

And you gave her the tools to do it!
Don't you see?

- But, it...
- If they take the loot, I'm dead.

Understand? Dead!
What will I give Lovegrove then?

I'm sorry. She said you were happy
that we'd reconnected.

Look, you have to follow them.

Don't lose sight of them, Alberto!

You must find out what they're planning.
Everything! Okay?

Stick close to them!
Never let them out of your sight!

All right. I'm... I'm sorry.

Listen...

My life is in your hands, Alberto.
It's in your hands.

165 DAYS BEFORE THE HEIST

This will be our base, okay?

As you can see, the plan
requires a lot of space and tools.

But I'll leave the floor to Alberto,
who will explain everything.

In short, I can connect to the network
that controls the entire system,

using a specially-created USB cable.
However, I can't beat the computer.

I can only distract it. For five hours
at most, according to my calculations.

If you're still inside after five hours,
it will sound the alarm.

What Albi is saying is that he can get us
to the door of the vault.

- Yeah.
- Wow.

Then we'll only have to get through...

the security door and alarm plates.

"Only."

Instead of being skeptical, start thinking
about how to deal with them.

Okay, kid. That vault contains
500 safety deposit boxes.

You have to figure out
how to get them all open.

If everything goes well until then,
we'll have two hours to work on them.

Opening all 500 safety boxes,
and we do want to open all of them,

means we'll only have
15 seconds per box, all right?

I found 200 similar boxes
for you to practice on.

I'll find a way.

But before worrying about that,
I'd worry about getting inside the vault.

If we go down there without
having examined that security door,

we'll get locked up before we can say,
"Hey, this bitch won't open!"

That door is a 1985 Lips 7000.

A real bitch. One of a kind.

- There are only about five in the world.
- Four.

One is inside Bulgaria's
former Interior Ministry.

In Sofia.

- Once there, we'll hook you up with...
- Goran.

Yes. He'll be your guide.

You can buy kidneys on the deep web.
Finding a door was easy.

Our man needs to have total access
to the door for as long as it takes.

- You speak Bulgarian.
- It's easy if you know Russian.

- What's the price?
- Forty thousand.

- Forty thousand. Okay?
- Go ahead.

Make it happen. Okay.

When do I leave?

Soon, kid.

Goran?

It's beautiful.

Well said.

This is the Stalin of doors.

Large, strong and evil.

Four sheet metal layers,

one of corundum steel
and, lastly, reinforced concrete.

Moving on to the lock...

Double map, 20 gorges,

each equipped
with five fake anti-tamper levers.

Do you know what that means?

That there are 20 to the 5th power
combinations possible.

- That makes...
- 3,200,000.

After that, if you're up to it,

there's an independent
four-digit electronic combination.

Has anyone ever opened one before?

Me.

- And how did you do it?
- I had the keys and the combination.

Good luck. Call if you need me.

We're going to spend some time together.
Just you and me.

We'll get to know
and listen to each other.

We're not so different.

With patience,

we can discover
what we're like on the inside.

Till we hear the click...
of a door unlocking.

11 DAYS AFTER THE HEIST

It is sure,
that you can speak without fear

For the king, freedom and for the law

For the king, freedom and for the law

For the king, freedom and for the law

When did you arrive?

I just got here.

You were singing with such enthusiasm,
I didn't want to interrupt.

What's so important
that you're making me miss the match?

I thought we'd have a drink together.

I would like to propose a toast.
To the man who saved the Diamond Center.

Twice now. And to the man who helped him

and, as a reward for his help,
will be free from house arrest.

Looks like you don't give a damn
about house arrest anyway.

I want to go away from here, Albert.

I'm too old for all this bullshit.

I've had enough.
And, it's too cold out here for me.

Fine.

I'll see how much this help
is really worth.

One billion dollars.

Lovegrove is convinced he's fucked you,
but I have my channels.

And what are these channels airing?

A Bollywood movie.

A rumor is going around that Notarbartolo
made a deal with the Jain.

To store the goods before the hit.

The Italian is a small fish
and knows he is at risk.

First, they take the diamonds
at half price.

Then they bring Antwerp to its knees.

So they can move
their operations wherever they want.

Fucking Jains.

Jews may be greedy and untrustworthy.
But at least they admit it,

they do it for the money.

They would even sell their mother
for money.

You and I know it, everybody does.
But those hypocritical Jains

have the nerve to come here
and get spiritual with karma, nature,

with the fucking sacred insects, goddamn!

It's true, Albert. It all makes sense.

I need more than a rumor.

I know.

What you need
is stored at the Panama Sea Bank.

Follow the money, Albert.

Follow the money, and that will take
you straight to Pradeep Kumar.

The dean of the Jains?

I was convinced, he was some kind of
saint, a Gandhi with millions.

Gandhi was a racist
and no saint makes millions, ever.

Cheer up, they scored a goal.

We have a lead.

On February 15,
a subsidiary of a small society in Panama

linked to a branch of a holding company--

Get to the point!

Okay. A few hours
before we arrested Notarbartolo,

two wire transfers were made
to a secret account at the Panama Sea Bank

totaling �53 million.

A man from Turin named Valerio Di Stefano
received the payments,

who, it turns out, died 13 years ago.

A figurehead for Notarbartolo.

- Probably.
- Who did that money come from?

From a branch of a company linked to...

Pradeep Kumar.

Exactly.

161 DAYS BEFORE THE HEIST

- It works!
- Awesome!

I told you we'd find a way!

All right, well done.

We could do with one more.

To halve the time,
we have to work in twos inside the vault.

- Yeah. In the meantime, practice.
- Okay, fine.

Why do you enjoy stealing?

First of all, there's stealing
and then there's stealing.

I only go after... excesses, shall we say?

I never take food from people's mouths.
Far from it.

Whatever you say, Robin Hood.

I'm nothing like him.

The older I get,
the more I realize I'm a terrible person.

You know, to be totally honest,

I like opening things
that are made to stay closed.

Or stepping into places
that are inaccessible.

It's something that makes me feel good.

It makes me happy.

What can I say?

I really like what I do.

At first, I thought I was crazy.

Then, I felt a rush of energy inside.

An adrenaline rush that never fades.

I hadn't felt it in years.

I might have lived another 50 years
without feeling it.

It'll be great to experience it with you.

You can kiss later, lovebirds.

So?

Well?

- How did it go? Why the long face?
- All good.

It took me 23 hours
to figure out the combination.

And we only have five.

Twenty three hours?

What is this? Amateur hour?

You do it. Or bring in someone else.

Bring in God himself, but that door
won't open without the combination.

We need that fucking combination.

Who knows it?

Security knows it, but they...

They're on the same floor as the vault.

The director of the Diamond Center
knows it, too.

So, what do we do?

The security people aren't an option.

We have to go for the director.

What do you mean?

Meaning we need a plan,
an idea, something...

Let me think about it.

You want to take the director
out to dinner while we search her home?

Why?

Why? Because it's crucial
we find the combination.

- Why else?
- You misunderstand me.

My question is, why would she want
to go to dinner with you?

- Oh.
- Yes, "oh."

- No?
- What?

You want to know why...

Right, when we had that problem
regarding the facility's working drawings,

and our entire plan was falling apart,

I had an exchange with this woman.

Define "exchange."

Anna...

Nothing happened between us.

Of course,
I led her on a little. That's all.

No, Anna, don't get angry.
Let's not start this again, please.

Nothing happened.
Just a few smiles and compliments...

- To get it on...
- Get it on?

No, not in that way!
What are you thinking?

I meant I tried to get things going!
Anna! Don't be like that, please!

Look, Anna.
I've lived in fear for 20 years.

I was terrified you'd leave me
if you found out what I do.

But now you stayed...

For now.

Look, I don't want to lie to you anymore.

Do you want me to pull the plug?
We'll go back to Turin. Do you want that?

Let's keep going.

Keep going?

So, Judith's apartment is...

It's that black penthouse over there.

Yes, I see it.

One little jump
from the neighbor's rooftop, and we're in.

Is that clear?

What does this Judith woman look like?

What is she like?

Your typical Nordic woman.

Not ugly...
I mean, you know, blonde, blue eyes...

You know, like any Nordic woman.

Actually, I don't know.
Why? Are you an expert?

An expert? Me? I'm no expert...

Everyone knows what the Nordic look is.

Austere, strict, cold...
That's what they're like.

Even somewhat asexual...

Asexual.

Fuck you.

Where are you going, Anna? What did I do?

Anna?

Just what we needed. Couple problems.

She's right. This isn't a joke.

You could ruin us all.

What if Anna goes through
your erotomaniac mistress' things

and finds your boxers
or something while we're in there?

Are you sure she won't throw a fit
and get us arrested?

It's not like my boxers
have my face and fingerprints on them.

What are you saying?
How would she recognize them?

This job requires skill.
When you're in there...

- Cover for me! What kind of gang are we?
- Of course. It's always up to us.

Okay.

Let me see.

Well, damn.

Look at that!

You look amazing.

Man, what a shitty situation.

If there's one thing I hate,
it's walking on rooftops at night.

You have to be careful or we're screwed.

It's fine.

- I can manage.
- Okay.

Right.

"One little jump," my ass.

Don't worry.

It's perfectly normal to be scared.

I'm the daughter of a general.

To have a social life,
I had to climb out the window.

Forget what I said.

- What's he doing?
- Aren't you coming?

- Come on!
- What's wrong?

No, no, no.

- Give me your hand.
- We'll help you. Come on.

- Your hand...
- No.

You're getting me all dirty!

- What the hell!
- Sorry.

Sandra?

Good job.

All right, let's get to work.

- Shall I close the door?
- Yeah.

Here we go.

- I'll go this way.
- Damn.

Photoshop can make anyone look good.

Need a hand?

No. You guys search the living room.

Can I be honest?

Of course.

I think about you a lot.

It's something that hasn't happened
to me in years.

I always felt

that in order to be loved,
I had to hide my true nature.

- I don't know if you understand what...
- Of course I do.

Perhaps...

you were right, on that first night.

Maybe we're two animals
that caught one another's scent.

Do you really think that?

Yes.

Good.

Because...

I brought you
a little gift from the bathroom.

I doubt we'll find it
in her underwear drawer.

- Us women are unpredictable.
- Yes, I know.

I'll look wherever I want,
if you don't mind.

I'd steal her shoes
if she wasn't a size 50.

Cool.

Let's go to my place.

Don't you want to go to the villa?

I want us to make love at home,
as if it were normal.

Like a couple.

I want to fall asleep in my bed
and wake up next to you in the morning.

It is, Judith.

Yes, let me just...
There's something I have to...

Then we can go.

I fucking found it!

What? You found it?

- You think it's in there?
- It's where I would hide it.

- How long will it take to open it?
- At least an hour.

- An hour?
- At least. And I need silence.

- What?
- She wants to go home.

What the fuck? Already?

We'll be there in 20 minutes at most.
You have to hurry up!

- Impossible. We need more time.
- What do you want me to do?

I don't fucking know! Improvise. Listen.

Take her somewhere
and fuck her for as long as you can.

I don't want to fuck her anymore!

Then get her drunk, drug her!
Or marry her, that always works!

- Call me when you leave the apartment.
- Fine, but get a grip.

There's a place I want to show you.

Is this the place you wanted to take me?

Yes, come.

- Isn't it a bit chilly?
- Come on! Please.

Come take a look.
This place is really important to me.

Do you like it?

- This place?
- Yes.

Why?

Because...

I came here right after we met.

It was my first day
at the World Diamond Center.

I found myself here
at 3:00 in the afternoon.

With a bottle of champagne in my hand.
Laughing and singing...

Like a happy child, full of joy.

And I was thinking of you.

Oh, Leo...

I want you, now...

- inside me.
- I want you too.

- Let's go back to my place.
- No!

- No?
- No.

I have something to tell you.

What?

Will you marry me?

Marry me, Judith.

Yes.

I want to move in with you tomorrow.

I got it open!

For real?

- What's this?
- I don't know.

I wouldn't touch it if I were you.

No, fuck!

Shit, shit! God damn it!

What is it?

No!

Look!

- For fuck's sake.
- Damn it!

How can it be, Judith?
I already started planning everything.

I wanted to do things properly.

A few months of chastity. Five or six.

And then a beautiful church ceremony.

Remember how we met.

The villa and everything else.

This isn't what I had in mind, Leo.

You're moving too fast.

And this...

- Leo, I'd like to go home now.
- No!

No!

- Let me come with you.
- It's best if you don't.

I need to think things over. Alone.

All right. We'll talk about it
some other time.

The taxi rank is over there.
Do you mind going alone?

I need to be alone, to think.

No. Don't worry about it.

I'll take a cab.

I'm really sorry. I'm just so upset.

- It's fine, we'll talk later.
- Yes.

- I'll call you, all right?
- Yes.

Thank you.

- Ghigo? How did it go?
- You want to know?

We're in deep shit!

12 DAYS AFTER THE HEIST

Will you pour some for me too?

Of course.

It's good to see you.

You won't be so happy
once we're done talking.

IN THE NEXT EPISODE

- What happened?
- We're screwed.

That was a mistake, an oversight.

Kiss your retirement fund goodbye.

Those Italians think they're so smart,
but I'll screw them good.

Five hours will be enough.

But everything has to be perfect.

Life's big moments
have one thing in common.

They take your breath away.

Who the fuck are you? Lady Di?

Mother Teresa?

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