All language subtitles for The.Billis.S01E04.720p.WEB.h264-EDITH

This series is inspired
by real-life events.

It contains scenes
with alcohol, drugs and violence.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Growing up has never been easy.
Not now, not back then.

Growing up means making choices,
and each choice leaves something behind.

Juan Carlos ratted me out to my parents,
or at least he didn't have my back,

and things were never the same
between us again.

I told them
you're not going back to school.

But you should tell your mom
or you'll be in trouble later.

You're right.

Hey. What's up?

How'd it go?

Here you go.

When the kids found out, they stopped me.

But I need a favor. Give me four packs

so I won't have to come back
until the weekend.

Sure.

But we're out of weed right now.

We'll have more this afternoon.

It's a deal.

All good.

See you later.

What'll you do with the money?

Buy more weed.

What did you think?

This is just the beginning.

What about the cops?

It's driving me crazy.

How the hell did those assholes find out?

No idea, man.

I'm sick of losing money to the cops, man.

Don't worry about the money
'cause we'll make a ton.

We have to make our business grow,

looking after our clients
and getting new ones.

David said he'd tell me about every party.

That's how we'll become
the badasses of the north side.

Come on, clean!

Hey!

Really? Grounded? How old are you?

I know.

I know, but what can I do?
My dad's furious.

I can't go to the party.

I wonder who snitched.

Leo! Let's go get
new clothes for the party.

David, wanna come with us?
Or have you got something to wear?

He can't. He's…

His parents are picking him up.

He's got stuff to do.

Okay. Let's go.

How's that?

Back, front.

Let's see?

-Do it.
-Wheelie.

There!

-No, do it. Come on.
-A slide.

Do a slide.

You do it, too.

Take care.

What are you doing?

Go!

Dudes, I'm going home.

-Say hi to your mom.
-Sure.

-All right.
-Sebas, a wheelie.

Wheelie?

A wheelie!

Look!

Look!

Good. Good wheelie!

Okay.

Real classy, bud.

You got a problem?

Listen to me, you faggots.

We're the only ones
who can sell weed here.

What'd you think?
That nobody owned this turf?

-Nice try, dude.
-What's up, bro?

-Get up!
-What's up?

Stand up!

I can't believe how unfair you're being.

You're blaming me for David's lies?

I'm not saying that.

-Yes, you are.
-You're never home with him.

That has repercussions. He needs you.
And I need you too, honey.

Why am I never home? Tell me!
What am I doing?

Don't you think it's unfair?
I'm working double shifts.

And why? Because someone
has to pay for all this.

For the thousandth time...

While most adults turned a blind eye

to make easy money
and improve their status,

in my house, my dad's principles
were dividing our family.

At that time, I didn't know
if my dad was stupid

or a very resolute man.

As a teenager,
being trendy was everything.

In my neighborhood in the '80s,
just like in the rest of the world,

jean jackets were the way to say,

"I'm cool, I listen to good music,
and I've got street smarts."

That was the Billis code.

No.

No.

I think I found it.

Yes.

This one.

Let me see. Pop the collar.

-This one.
-Yeah. Like it.

A couple of studs and it'll be perfect.

Okay.

David missed out on some fashion advice.

Yeah, and he really needs it.

Did he get an outfit already?

No. I don't think he's coming.

He has something
with his parents and his aunt.

Such a sweet little mama's boy.

Know what's best about David?

What?

He's not using me. He's not my friend
just 'cause I have money.

There's lots of people like that.

Anyway, whether he comes or not,
your friend could use some new clothes.

They took everything, even the packs.

We were at the park on 13th and 120th
and these thugs came out of nowhere

and they stole Juanse's new speakers
and the Walkman.

My parents had just bought them.

Fucking asswipes!

El Indio!

It's awesome!

Andrea helped pick it out.

-I can tell!
-It's yours.

-Really?
-Yeah.

It's just like the one David Gahan
from Depeche Mode has.

Thank you!

Could I get a drink?

Sure. What do you want?

I've got milk, Lux, Pony Malta…

-Water's fine.
-Okay.

Hey!

Leo!

-Dad! Dad!
-What's going on?

-Come quick!
-What's wrong?

I think Leo fainted!

He passed out! I don't know!

-What were you doing?
-Nothing.

-Just talking.
-What happened?

We were talking. I was getting him water.

What happened, David?

What happened? Tell me!

I think Leo takes drugs.

This happened before.

He almost passed out in class.
We went to the bathroom and he shot up.

I think it's heroin.

Your friend'll be fine.
Help me with one of those.

Okay...

Feeling better?

-Better.
-Good.

Come in.

-I'll get the bike out.
-Okay.

-Thanks.
-Excuse me.

-Come in.
-Thanks.

-What a beautiful house.
-Gustavo.

It's my fault David lied to you.

He was here, but before he left for Soto's
I asked him to stay.

I'm failing algebra and my parents
will kill me if they find out.

Why didn't he tell me?

He doesn't want Juan Carlos to know
that I'm his best friend now.

Don't ground him because of me.

He was being a good friend.

-Leo.
-Dad.

-Are you okay?
-Yes.

Don't worry, it's okay.

Gustavo helped me.

Nice to meet you. Ernesto Vega.

Gustavo Peláez. Nice to meet you.

Thanks for calling us and bringing him.
I could have picked him up.

Luckily, my brother-in-law
also has the same problem.

Not luckily. No!

-You know what I mean.
-It's okay.

-Thanks for saving him.
-I'm happy to help.

Since you're here, do you want a drink?
A beer, or something?

A whiskey.

You two go play on the Atari.

Welcome. Make yourself at home.

Thank you. It's beautiful.

Thank you very much.

Did you help design it?

I don't know who designed it.
I just bought it.

Dry?

Double.

Denon 44HX.

Good eye, since I think
it's the only one in Colombia.

A music lover?

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Thanks.

I thought Leo was the coolest Billi,

but knowing he had a weakness
made him more human.

I also had my own weaknesses.

Although it's not easy to be vulnerable,
that's how we built our friendship.

Why didn't you tell me you were sick?

I don't know.

I don't know, because

it sucks when people pity you.

You'll keep it secret, right?

Don't worry about it.

We all have things to hide.

You?

My dad's been unemployed
for over six months.

My mom's providing for us
and they fight about it.

What does your dad do?

He's in finances.

Easy!

I'll talk to my dad.

-Really?
-Yeah.

-No, I don't know…
-Relax.

I'll tell him it's my idea.
Problem solved.

Hey, can you dance the merengue?

We have to learn for the party.

No.

We're screwed. I can't dance, either.

We're definitely screwed.
We'll be virgins until we're 30.

No, shut up.

Hey, Andrea!

What?

Kudos on selling the stash so fast.

And on your first time. Good job.

Here.

After the second purchase,
we'll be partners.

This time you'll take double.
That's a big stash.

Be careful.
Success always stirs up trouble.

And especially enemies.

Now that you mention it,
I've got a problem with some guys.

It's to be expected.

I wanted to ask for your support.

Some guys are fucking with me,
saying I can't sell in their neighborhood.

Here's some advice.
Turf wars are always complicated.

You never really win. The more confident
you are, the more you screw up.

Take this.

Here's what we'll do.

When we get the chance,
we'll go apeshit on them, okay?

We'll get that turf back.

All right, deal.

The badasses of the north side.

Good luck.

All right, see you.

Look, Edwin's sisters.

Bye.

El Indio!

When will you be back?

Soon.

If everything goes smoothly.

I was thinking the four of us
could go get a drink.

Yeah?

Whenever you want.

But we have to go all out.

No problem.

We'll come pick you up soon.

Deal.

Jessica and Mónica,
Edwin's younger twin sisters,

had their eye on el Indio

since the first time
he went to Las Cruces to get pot.

This is crazy!

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

Jump.

And jump.

One, two, three, four.

One step this way, then like this.

Like this, your other hand…

Keep going until I tell you.

Like this…

Okay, don't go. Come on!

You're the girl, you're the guy.

One, two… Good.

Dude, you gonna puke?

I'm fine!

I'm going to the bathroom.

I'll be right back.

-You okay?
-Yeah.

-I'll change the song.
-Yeah.

I'll show you some other steps
in case things get romantic.

Okay.

I'll be the girl, you be the guy. Ready?

Okay.

Sorry! I'm sorry!

No, it's okay.

I'm sorry! This is embarrassing.

-It's fine.
-I mean it.

It's okay.

-Sit down.
-Okay.

-How's it going? Good?
-Good.

-Yes?
-Yes.

I was teaching him
the steps that never fail.

-Really?
-Yeah.

You okay?

-I'll get some water.
-I want some.

That was fast, right?

Yeah, I think I hurt myself
doing all those spins.

Let's play a slower one, yeah?

Wait, I have to go to the bathroom.

It hurts, so I'll put
some cold water on it.

Pussy.

SPACE
TRAVELER

David, come down, please!

Did you call for me, Dad?

Why didn't you tell us the truth?

I don't know. You didn't know Leo
and you're both so paranoid…

Don't speak in plural.

They kidnapped the daughter
of the country's most prominent banker.

Of course we're worried.

Honey, that's precisely it.

She's a rich man's daughter.
That's not our concern.

Sure, you don't watch the news.

The guerrillas are launching attacks
all over Colombia.

Even here in Bogotá.
They're here in Bogotá.

Calm down, will you?

Where did you get that nice jacket?

Leo gave it to me.

He wanted me to wear it to the party
on Saturday, but I can't go.

We already discussed that.

Here's what we'll do.

If you promise to never lie to us again,
you can go to the party.

Really?

But you have to promise.

I promise.

I promise!

Mariana lived in Santa Ana,

one of Bogotá's
most exclusive neighborhoods

where politicians, important people,
and businessmen ran the country's economy.

Though it was close to Santa Bárbara,
the Bárbaros' turf, and Multi, our turf,

Santa Ana was on a whole other level
of wealth and power.

When the Billis were together,
we felt like the kings of the world.

That day, as we headed
to Mariana's party, was no exception.

Dance parties were the closest we'd get
to clubbing like adults,

but at home.

They're how we celebrated birthdays
and first communions.

Every dance party needed a DJ,
and the more famous the better.

Lights, a smoke machine, drinks,
and, unfortunately, the aunts.

Adult supervision.

Good afternoon. I'm looking for Mariana.

"I'm looking for Mariana."

-He's at communion.
-David?

-Hello!
-Hi!

Happy birthday.

-You came!
-Yeah, and I brought everyone.

El Indio, Mariana. Mariana,
the famous el Indio.

Hello.

Okay, welcome. There's beer on the patio,
firewater in the living room,

and some subs in the kitchen.
Help yourselves.

Here's my present for you.

Thank you!

Come. Aunt Rosita, this is David!

Good afternoon, Aunt Rosita.
It's a pleasure. David.

I'm so happy you came!

Look, he isn't wasting any time.

He's got some charm.

-What?
-Give him a few years.

You're so naughty.

Look, those guys from school have money.

Those guys on the right
are from Gimnasio Moderno.

They even have credit cards.

And stay away from those guys.

-The snitches.
-Even worse.

I don't know those guys,
but I'll find out who they are.

Okay, great.

David!

I wanna introduce you.

-Okay. Hello.
-Hello.

What are they doing here?

Don't be surprised.

Riff-raff always crash parties
where there's free booze.

Here or inside? Want some?

If she let that riff-raff in,
that's on her.

Come on, let's tell her brother.

Because they liked each other.

Andrés, how's it going? Great party.

But aren't you worried those thugs
might ruin your sister's birthday?

I'm just saying you should hide
your mom's silverware

because you never know
with those guys. Right, Soto?

They'll clean your house out.

Baby!

-What?
-Want a drink?

I don't drink.

What? Why not?

-I don't like it.
-Really?

So, tell me what you do like.

Dancing.

Dancing?

Let's go. I'll spin you around.

I hope he loosens her up a bit.

I hope so.

Hey, where's Juan?

Let's go dance!

That's what you get
for dating college guys.

Let's go dance!

I'll finish this and go.

Okay.

-Let's dance.
-Not this shit.

Iki!

What's up?

Is the music lame?

No, the dancers are lame.

Where's your boyfriend?

He's not coming. This isn't his crowd.

Okay.

You want to dance?
It'll help me practice a bit.

Sure, okay.

The Billis listened to pop,
rock, new wave, and hip hop,

what we called Anglo music.
But this was still Colombia

and, just like you can't escape
reggaeton nowadays,

no matter how cool you thought you were,

merengue music marked our generation.

Since twerking didn't exist yet,

merengue was the perfect excuse
to dance close together.

No way!

Want to dance?

Let's dance.

I'm stealing him!

-I really like the perfume.
-What?

I really like the perfume you got me.
It smells like the original.

-You like it?
-Yeah!

It is the original.

My mom brought it from Miami.

She's a flight attendant.

-Really?
-Yeah.

You asked her to get it for me?

Yes, of course I did.

Mariana's room is empty.

-Should we?
-You don't want to?

Sure I do.

Where do you think you're going?

What's with you, dickhead? I gotta pee.

I think Leo's the coolest one.
He's always got girls

and he never chickens out of a fight.

He's the hottest guy in the neighborhood.

I heard he modeled underwear in New York.

What's with this guy?

He just wants to pee.

You have to leave.

-Only guests can be here.
-What's wrong?

Your sister invited us.

-What's wrong?
-They're leaving.

What did they do?

They're not on the list.

What list? I invited them.

Enough, it's all right.

I'll finish my beer and go.

I know Indians never look their age,

but you're too old
for a high school party.

What's that?

Enough! Calm down!

Stop! Calm down!

El Indio, control your tribe, yeah?

Shut up, asswipe!

We're not leaving. You mess with him,
you mess with all of us.

-All of us!
-You're so tough, your thugs at your side.

Settle this like a man.

Fernández, get rid of them.

-Let's just leave!
-Okay.

We're leaving. Let's go.

Listen to your friend.

Let's go! Enough!

Make them leave.

-They're armed, el Indio.
-Thug!

-You're an idiot.
-Excuse me.

Idiots! Look.

What's wrong with you?

-Let's go dance.
-No, Mari, sorry. I'm with them.

Thanks for the party, see you at school.

Seriously?

Thank you, bastards.

-Are you also leaving?
-Shall we?

No, of course not.

Stay.

Where are we going?

What?

-I know the place.
-Where?

There's good booze
and we can play whatever music we want.

But not with your aunts.

No, guys, I'm gonna go home.

Why?

All those preppies gave me a headache.

Nothing a joint can't fix.

No, I don't want one. See you later.

-Oh, well.
-I'm leaving, too.

Why?

I just got my parents off my back.

I don't wanna blow it.

Okay, kid, go on. Thanks for the sales.

-No problem.
-I'll buy you a drink.

-Great.
-Okay, so…

Bye!

Andrea, can we get a cab?

Yeah. Sure.

I won't take this lying down.

-El Indio!
-El Indio, no!

No!

Fuck! Those guys are armed!

I don't give a fuck!

Look at this motherfucker!

-Run!
-El Indio!

You can't just kick a Billi out of a party
without any consequences.

If you know how they act, why invite them?

If the Billis don't go to your party,
it's no good. Period.

Are you in a hurry?

No, not really. Why?

Well, I wrote a new song
and I haven't shown it to anyone yet.

I don't know, want to hear it?

Look what you're doing to me

How you're making me feel

I have it all, but I wanted more

Why don't you show it to me?

Why don't you show it to me?

There's something about your tricky eyes

Let's have some fun, drink, kiss and dance

Pretend I don't go to school

Because I feel just like you

Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream

They say dreaming is free

You

You're in my dreams

It's a perfect world just for us to live

I like you so bad
I'll steal your heart for me

I'll steal your heart for me

I'll steal your heart for me

I'll steal your heart for me

That's it.

What happened?

That's all I have so far.

Do you like it?

Dream, dream, dream, dream, dream

It's catchy.

You know what?

I don't know how to end it.

Endings are hard for me.

I like it.

Yeah?

I'd request it on the radio.

But…

Would it be the first track
on side A of your mixtape?

I'd record it twice in a row.

Thanks for coming.

Aren't your parents coming?

No, they're at the country house.

I'll put on some music.

Okay.

No, not this song.

-Not this one, either?
-Not this one, either. Wait.

Condoms.

I don't have any.

Leo!

Leo must have some in his room.

I got it.

So, this'll stay between us?

Yes, of course.

I'd get you something to eat,
but Leo might come home.

No, don't worry.

I'd better not run into Leo.

I'm gonna shower. Don't lock the door.

Hello?

-Hi, Dad.
-What's up?

Leo's dad asked for my resume.

Thank you.

Hey!

I'm looking for weed.

You know where I can get some?

How much do you want?

Just a nug. You got a light?

You've got one, dude.

About time, assholes.

So, what's the deal?

What deal, idiot?

What…

If I see you around here
screwing with any of my kids

or selling weed, I'll kick your asses.
You got that?

I'm so scared, you son of a bitch.

These bastards are backed by Las Cruces.

Bastard…

This will cost you.

You don't know who you're messing with.

What'd you think?
That we don't have backup?

How much do I owe you?

Diego!

How much did these rats steal?

A pack and a half.

How much is that? Around 2,700?

Plus the Walkman. Let's say 4,000.

So, 4,000?

Get your fucking mom to pay it.

It's the toll for working our turf.

Your turf? You're proud of that?

What you got there? Take it out.

Take it out.

Excellent. Very good.

Let me make this clear.
This is our turf now.

"Your" turf?

There are decisions in life
that mark a before and after.

For Andrea, el Indio, and me,
there was no turning back from this.

And if the music we listened to
said something about us,

then the violence we started to live with

also did.