All language subtitles for Hotel.Cocaine.S01E04.480p.French for trad

See that unkind looking woman over there?

The mousy one, by the entrance.

- Your sister.
- None other.

What the hell do you think you're doing, Constance?

A few years ago, you borrowed $3 million.

So?

You owe the remaining $2.1 million, dumbshit.

Can you think of any of our regular guests

who might be able to loan me some money?

You don't want to get involved with our guests that way.

What about Ray Dorado? He owns a bank.

He's the last person you should talk to.

I'd like you to plant this in your brother's house...

wherever he's most likely to talk about business.

Nestor, you never mentioned you had a brother.

- A pleasure.
- Congressman.

He's a gritty bastard, but politicians are useful.

My dad's Congressman Landon.

He, uh, "works" with them.

There's a Colombian who's staying in your hotel.

His name is Alvaro Gomez.

How and where is he getting his shit into Miami?

I am here as a representative of a very powerful man,

who is ready to take control of Miami.

Gomez doesn't import coke.

He imports weapons and motorcycles.

Colombians are here to wipe out the competition.

- I have to warn Nestor.
- Nestor goes away,

so does your problem with the DEA.

Thanks for the warning.

Now let's go inside and find out who's behind all this.

What's wrong with this one?

Nothing.

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Valeria.

Tell him.

Yes, please.

Tell him.

The boy I met at Uncle Nestor's, Andrew?

Mm-hmm. We had a plan to go out.

But his parents said we couldn't.

- Good.
- Roman.

What, she has to concentrate on school, not boys.

You're so bogus.

Proceed with caution, mi amor.

Just saying, it's the end of the semester,

and I'm sure his parents want him studying, too.

No.

It's because I'm not some lily-white Barbie doll from Palm Beach.

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Hey, we're decorating this weekend.

Have you gotten the Christmas lights?

I have... not.

Okay, we need colored string lights for the tree.

We want the room to sparkle.

While the investigation is all underway,

as yet, the police have no suspects

in the highly coordinated motorcycle attack

in Little Havana that saw six people get murdered

in broad daylight just two days ago...

What's happening to this city?

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We're not in any danger.

We are perfectly safe.

Just eat now.

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Whoo!

- Merry Christmas, man.
- Feliz Navidad.

Oh, look at that. You got Christmas lights.

What the hell are you doing?

I was about to ask you the same fuckin' thing.

Get in the van.

You guys are real subtle.

Come on in. Have a seat.

Thanks, pal.

Why didn't you warn us Nestor was gonna kill his rivals?

- Because he didn't.
- Oh, bullshit.

He was also attacked.

Okay, Roman, tell me. Who's responsible?

Alvaro Gomez, like I told you.

Alvaro Gomez is a fictitious name on a fake passport.

Fictitious or not, he's staying at The Mutiny.

Why don't you do your fuckin' job?

Now watch your mouth, asshole!

You know what?

You probably think it's unfair of me, uh,

using Valeria to get to your brother, huh?

Well, life's not fuckin' fair.

You may have a badge,

but you're no different than these fuckin' thugs.

You planted a bug in your brother's house.

So far, it hasn't gotten us shit.

You get him to incriminate himself on tape,

and then you're off the hook.

This is just wrong.

Look, you're part of a team, amigo.

And, uh...

a team's like these Christmas lights.

If one bulb doesn't work...

...none of 'em do.

Merry Christmas.

So, how much money exactly do you need?

So we're looking at, uh, solid $3 million?

Hola.

Three million dollars is a lot of money.

Take a look around, Ray.

This place is a cash cow, and you know it.

But you're in debt,

so you're obviously doing something wrong.

I got 138 rooms that require constant upgrade.

I have to supply the best food, the best music, the best lighting.

The best women, the best drugs, the best...

I've taken a look at your books, Burton.

They're a fuckin' mess.

You're hemorrhaging cash out of this place.

As far as I'm concerned, you have no fuckin' clue what you are doing.

All right, you're Ray Dorado.

You own a bank.

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You know, I like you, Burton.

I appreciate the fact that you're speaking Spanish.

Gracias.

Also, I see the way you treat your employees,

and I can respect that. You're a nice guy.

I can get you $3 million.

Okay, Ray, now we're talking.

But you're gonna have to put the hotel as collateral.

What?

I have a board to whom I'm responsible.

These men, they're Latin.

And they insist on having excess collateral for a risky loan.

Jesus, Ray, I'd hardly call the Mutiny a risk.

In my line of business, Burton,

everyone's a risk.

Look at these photos Alejandra took at the party

of you and Valeria.

I mean, look at that.

That kid is something special.

Yeah, she is.

She has your eyes. You know that, right?

Thankfully, she looks more like her mother.

Well, her mother lives on in Valeria.

Hmm.

I'm assuming it was the Colombians

who made a play for you, but why?

Retail in Miami is where the money's at.

Until now, the Colombians left us alone.

Much harder to bribe your way out of a U.S. jail.

So, who planned this? Escobar?

I spoke to Pablo directly.

He said it's a new player from Buenaventura.

Coastal city.

Got a cobra stamped on his product.

They are bloodthirsty motherfuckers.

So, if this guy wants to take over your business...

Attaboy, keep him talking.

I control almost every key that comes into Dade County.

My territory is the most lucrative of them all.

They wanna take over my operation.

Got you.

Now, when do I get to see my goddaughter again?

And this is the breakdown for today?

Okay, make sure he has table 12.

- Table 12. Copy that.
- Good job.

It's all over the news.

Three men killed in broad daylight, but not your brother.

I had to warn him.

You get that, right? I couldn't just let him die.

It says a lot of things about you, sweetheart.

One of them might be dumb.

Well, look, it's fine. It's all over anyway.

I got Nestor to admit to his whole operation on a DEA bug.

That's good, right?

Yeah, it's good... for Valeria.

I feel like a piece of shit.

Excuse me.

Who is the manager here?

I'm Roman Compte.

This is Janice Nichols, my right hand.

Uh... how can we help you, Miss...

Yolanda Garcia Guero.

It's a pleasure.

Well, I would love to entertain

some business associates at the club later tonight,

but they told me I need a card to get in.

And is there anything you can do?

We may be able to grant temporary entry.

Perfect. Thank you.

Enjoy your stay, Yolanda.

I will.

No one gets into the club without a card.

I've heard you say that a gazillion times.

I guess I'm feeling generous.

It's not every day you stab your brother in the back.

There you are. I've been looking all over for you.

What's the problem now?

Martini bar. Ice machine is on the fritz.

Ain't no more frosty drinks, and people are getting upset.

What a tragedy, Omar. It's a terrible situation.

Think you can handle it?

Yeah, sure, I'll just call the freezer guy.

Good man.

You okay, brother?

Never better.

Okay.

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Salud.

Janice, sit with us. Have a glass.

With champagne this expensive, don't mind if I do.

Constance, I'd love to propose a toast...

...to The Mutiny.

Long may she live.

The Mutiny.

Oh, one more surprise. Janice.

Your very own Mutiny card.

Welcome.

I'd love to see more of you.

Janice, would you mind if I speak to my brother in private?

Of course.

Thank you.

Well, I see you've found the money for your loan payment.

Guess I'm not as drug-addled as you make me out to be.

Wanna do a bump?

Oh, no, of course not.

That'd be fun.

Hello! How are you?

Everyone knows that the Orange Grove Bank is under investigation

by the IRS for money laundering.

Except maybe a dope like you.

Ray Dorado is a crook.

I'm having a local judge

who happens to be a friend of the family

issue a subpoena to look through their books as well as yours.

How did you know where I got the loan?

We are Greenbergs. This is Miami.

We have connections.

Okay, Constance, please, you... you can't just do that.

Don't worry. If there's nothing illegal

about their business or yours,

you have nothing to worry about.

Why are you...

Why do you hate me so much?

I don't hate you. I...

I love you,

despite the fact that you're a fuck-up.

Growing up means

awareness of the consequences of your actions.

And point of fact, I'm helping you.

Oh, thanks for this.

I... will use it as a bookmark.

That doesn't look good.

Hey, sweet cheeks. Uh, you mind getting us

a couple of tequilas sunrises and give us a minute?

Sure.

Her name's Janice.

Yeah, yeah. You did it, kemosabe.

You got it on tape, dead to rights.

So, I'm done, right?

I never have to see your Kojak-looking ass again?

You did good, Roman.

My group supervisor is going bananas

for this Nestor intel. His ass is toast.

All I care about is you keeping what I did secret.

I'm never going to testify in court or anything like that.

I'll do everything I can to prevent that eventuality.

Shit. Don't like the sound of that.

- Here we are.
- Uh, shall we toast?

No, thanks. I'd rather drink alone.

And how about you?

Care to join me, foxy mama?

Yeah...

in the next life.

Fine. More for me.

Plug them in.

Oh, the mistletoe is over there. We need to hang it.

Yes, uh...

Y Valeria?

Uh, she's out driving her car.

I love it when the lights go on for the first time.

It's like getting permission to be joyful.

All right, three...

Two, one.

Did you plug it?

What happened?

A rat ate one of the bulbs.

- What?
- Yeah, when one bulb is broken,

the others don't work.

Hey.

I'll... I'll get you a new string later.

- It's okay.
- I'll fix it.

Look at me.

I know what's bothering you.

It's your brother who chose the easy money, not you.

You did what you had to do to save Valeria.

And really, the only thing you're guilty of

is being a good person.

Yeah, right.

Yeah, you are a good person.

So, maybe...

you can stop thinking about that for a while,

and just be... here and now,

with me and...

Mm.

Say that to me again.

Under the mistletoe.

I don't know what I said, so...

The car's a real beauty.

Just like you, kiddo.

Yeah, all the girls at school wanna drive it.

Well...

It's a very nice gift.

Your father loves you very much.

Please don't bullshit me.

What kind of language is that? What are you talking about?

I know you bought the car.

You're rich. My dad can't afford a Beetle.

Let's just say...

I gave him a loan that he didn't ask for.

Okay? Can that be our secret?

Everyone has secrets, padrino.

The would wouldn't work without them.

- Wow. How'd you get so wise?
- Hmm.

One secret would be,

why you have so many men with guns around here.

Well, when somebody becomes successful in business,

there are people out there that maybe wish them harm,

kidnap them, hold them for ransom.

Security is cheap.

Ransom is expensive.

Now, what do you... what do you wanna watch?

Logan's Run, Rocky?

Surprise me.

Surprise her.

So you got a boyfriend, something?

Well, I did meet a boy at your party.

His name's Andrew.

Oh, his father's a very good friend of mine.

Well, he asked me out, then his parents told him that

they didn't want him hanging out with me.

- They say why?
- No.

The only explanation I see is that

they didn't want their son seeing a Cuban girl.

What else could it be?

Are you fuckin' kidding me?

This went all the way up to the sack in Miami,

and he kicked it up to headquarters in Washington.

I told Compte it was one and done.

No can do. We need to keep him as an informant.

How? I felt like a piece of shit using his kid.

I'm not gonna use her again. I mean, this guy did shit

that other informants wouldn't even dream of doing.

He dimed on his own brother, for Christ's sake!

Dom... listen.

Headquarters was extremely interested

in Nestor Cabal's discussion what the Colombians are doing,

because apparently...

there is a new player using Marxist guerrillas

to protect the lab sites in Los Llanos.

His product is marked by a cobra.

Bells and whistles went off.

It went straight from the administrator

to the fuckin' Attorney General himself.

Fuck, no.

Because of a fuckin Marxist?

Keep your source focused on this new Colombian threat.

How?

How is he ever gonna trust me again if we are fucking him?

Tell him that either he can help us,

or his kid ends up in foster care.

This sucks. You realize that this is

gonna heat things up between Compte and me, right?

And I sympathize, but that's how it is in D.C.

They care more about commies than cocaine.

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Om shanti.

Shanti om.

Om shanti, shanti.

Oh, my God. This is so fuckin' groovy.

All these movements treat

our parasympathetic nervous system...

Uh-huh.

...engendering the equilibrium of our chakras.

Oh, Mommy.

Mommy, please let me stay inside just one more...

Hey, asshole!

Get the fuck out of the pool.

Oh...

Get the fuck out of there, you son of a bitch.

Get the fuck out of there. Come on, let's go!

Let's go. Come on. Outta here.

Tell her to call it off.

She said your bank is under investigation by the IRS?

Somehow you failed to mention that.

So is Lehman Brothers and Bear Sterns

and American Savings and fucking Loan, Burton.

It comes with the territory.

You listen to me. You get her to stop. Now!

Okay, okay, I will. I promise.

My brother was on the board of the Orange Grove Bank.

And I had to let him go.

'Cause he embezzled $100,000 for a fuckin' Lamborghini.

So believe me when I tell you I know exactly

what it's like to have some prick in the family.

Yeah, well...

Constance is a prick with two very large balls.

Then you kick her right where it fuckin' hurts,

or I'm gonna have to take action.

What kind of action, amigo mio?

You wouldn't hurt her.

Would you?

What do I look like to you, Burton?

- Some sleazy lowlife thug?
- No, no, no, no, no.

- Like a gangster?
- No, not at all.

Is that what you see when you look at me?

- A gangster?
- No. I'm sorry.

I meant legal action, Burton.

Which, by the way, will turn into a very, very expensive hassle

for the both of us.

I want your sister off our back.

Get it done.

Yeah, okay.

Today.

You wanted to see me?

Everything all right?

Is there something you need?

The yacht...

I sold you at very steep discount.

The one you named Prosperity...

- Are you enjoying it?
- Yeah, very much.

In fact, I took my family for a little cruise

just the other night.

You fuck whores on it?

What?

Do you fuck whores on it?!

It's a fuckin' simple question!

No.

The money I give you,

it helps fund your campaign for governor...

What's wrong, my friend?

My friend?

Now I'm your fuckin' friend?

Well, fuck you, and your whole fuckin' family.

I don't know what you're talking about.

So, now you insult me by playing dumb?

Whatever it is, I'll fix it. Just tell me.

My goddaughter...

the sweet little girl...

is heartbroken because...

apparently, somebody in your fuckin' family

thinks your son shouldn't go out with a Cuban.

That's absurd!

This is the first I've heard of it.

Or maybe it's...

...'cause she's related to me.

And you have such fuckin' disrespect for me

that you forbid your son from being seen with her.

I swear on the Holy Bible, Jesus and Mary,

and on the life of my son,

I don't know anything about this.

That's probably my goddamn bitch of a wife.

I will fix this, easy.

I-I saw your goddaughter at your party.

She looks delightful.

They have plans to see each other? I'll pay for it.

It'll be lovely.

Fuckin' better be.

It'll be fixed.

It'll be fixed.

Okay, I'm gonna ask you again, Marty Owens.

How much did Nestor Cabal pay you?

I don't know who that is!

I don't know fuckin'...

Your name was in Alvaro's book.

You know why?

Because you warned Nestor.

I didn't warn anybody.

I didn't warn anybody.

I swear. I swear!

I swear...

Please.

You know, normally I don't like to kill children.

But sometimes I don't mind.

So, if you don't tell me,

both of them will be dead within the hour.

A man came.

He beat the shit out of me.

Forced me to tell him about the motorcycle.

What's his name?

Ro... Roman Compte.

Roman Compte.

He's the manager of The Mutiny Club.

Hey! Give that back!

Give me back my hat!

Sorry, I'm gonna have to borrow your boss.

We need to talk in private.

This way.

Honestly...

how do you think straight with all these tits in your face?

This better be good news.

I can't let you off the case.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I'm truly sorry, Roman.

We're victims of our own success.

- What?
- And my superiors...

they were very impressed by that tape,

especially the part where the Colombians

were making trouble in Miami.

Well, what does that have to do with me?

They wanna know who these bastards are...

- I don't give a shit.
- ...When they're dropping the drugs,

what Marxist group they're protecting.

Well, you tell them I said go to hell.

My supervisor...

he can take your daughter away.

- He can put you away.
- Well, fuck him!

He can have his way with you. I'm sorry.

It's out of my hands.

I'm gonna go get my hat, give you a minute to think,

and then we'll discuss the next steps.

Let's fuckin' discuss it right now, motherfucker!

Roman, stop.

- Stop! Stop it! Stop it!
- How does that fuckin' feel?

Stop it.

It's out of fuckin' hands, too, you motherfucker!

Roman, look at me!

Jesus, Roman.

It's okay. You can go.

I'm fine.

Look, just help me out with these Colombian fucks.

I'll make sure that your brother's tape disappears.

And you'll be out for good.

Here, look, it's, uh...

this guy that was staying here

with that fake diplomatic passport,

Alvaro Gomez...

you recognize him?

Unless the Colombian embassy is a morgue,

somebody offed this guy.

Do you know if he checked out officially?

I don't know.

Well, maybe you can go check in his room.

I don't have legal access. You have a room key.

Get me something, and you and your brother's troubles go away.

Look, I get it.

Hey...

No hard feelings.

I would've choked me, too.

Can I just say that your car is fuckin' radical?

Thanks. My godfather got it for me,

although my dad pretends he did.

Isn't that mental?

Yeah, kind of.

Um, do you know what you want?

Yeah, I think I'm gonna go with the shrimp scampi.

Ew, gross. No, go with the hamburger.

I've never had it before, so I'm gonna try it.

Sir.

Two shrimp scampis, please.

If I throw up later, I am blaming you.

So, what was the problem, Andrew?

Problem with what?

First, you wanna hang out, then you don't, now you do.

What gives?

- The truth?
- Always prefer the truth.

My dad's worried I'd break your heart.

Then you would tell your godfather,

which is... not good.

And he would end up in hot water.

Why?

Your godfather got him elected.

Nestor Cabal owns this town.

He... He controls the whole Miami City Council.

He's a businessman. He sells boats.

You're kidding, right?

He's the biggest coke dealer in Miami.

And my dad's just worried if I fuck up,

he's gonna end up in the bottom of Biscayne Bay.

She's such a bitch.

What is it about your sister? Is it just about the bread?

Hi, Angie. Hey, Shannon.

No. Constance has money to burn.

She just hates me. Hi, Em.

- Okay, but why?
- Hola, Maria.

She's probably still resentful that her mom drowned

trying to save me from a riptide.

Or she was born with some seriously negative mojo.

I really don't know.

Maybe she's jealous.

Jealous?

You know how to have fun in life.

You seek pleasure, and you want others to be happy.

Yeah.

So, maybe it's not that

she wants you to be more like her.

Maybe she wants to be more like you.

Whoa.

Whoa! What a mindfuck.

Janice, you might be on to something.

- Right?
- Yeah.

Lemmon 714.

Best Quaalude on the planet.

I mean, it's impossible to be miserable

with top quality drugs.

From what you describe,

she's not the type to take a 'lude.

Yeah, well, she won't be taking it,

so much as I'll be slipping it into her Chardonnay.

You're gonna dose her?

- You can't do that.
- Well...

- It's not right. No.
- You said it yourself.

She wants to be more like me.

Ding-ding.

- You want another champagne?
- No. In a little while.

Oh, yeah.

Come on. Here we go.

It's bus stop time.

That's right. That's right.

- Do you remember the steps?
- Ay, um...

You're right. This place is amazing!

Didn't I tell you, Connie?

You haven't called me "Connie" since we were kids.

I always liked "Connie" more than "Constance."

Whoo!

I feel a little dizzy.

It's like we're back on Star Island.

You always used to get dizzy dancing in the basement.

All right, all right. Come on, let's sit at the bar.

Oh, easy tiger. Easy.

Remember, Mom would put on records

and throw her little dance parties?

I completely forgot.

- I miss that.
- I miss Mom.

Yeah, she was fun.

A lot more fun than Dad.

I caused her death.

You didn't cause her death. She was trying to save you.

It's okay. I'd resent you if she died saving your life.

That's not why I'm auditing your hotel.

You know that, right?

Then what is it? Why are you?

Sometimes I think I'm just like Mom...

trying to pull you to dry land.

I think you need saving from yourself.

Connie, I just had the most brilliant fuckin' idea.

Run this place with me.

We can do it together.

Yeah, you're nuts.

Come on! It'll be fun.

I love you.

You're my big sis.

- I've always looked up to you.
- I have to admit,

it took experiencing this place for myself.

I...

What you have done here has potential.

Okay!

You just need to get out of business

with those shady crooks.

I... I'm gonna go home.

This has been great. We will... make a fresh start.

Yeah, um, Connie, can I have someone take you home?

You're still pretty drunk.

I have a driver.

Okay. Good, good, good, good.

I just want to make sure you get home safe.

Okay.

- Ta-ta!
- Ta-ta!

Oh! That's not the way. You're going that way.

Right. Yeah.

Just right out the entrance.

So...

how was it?

He is so the max.

Really? Oh, come here.

Do you... Do you... Do you wanna tell me about it?

Yes, yes. It's just... I love Christmas music.

Come here.

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Looks like the Colombians got to Marty Owens.

Motherfuckers!

Okay. So it was fun?

Yes, it was really fun. He's... He's pretty great.

Yeah. Yeah, he's a cute kid.

- Yeah.
- Yes.

Yeah.

God.

- So, I just have a question.
- Yeah?

What does, uh, padrino Nestor really do for a living?

He sells boats.

Yes, right. But, um...

Is he involved in drugs in any way?

Your uncle is a businessman.

He has a luxury boat business.

I-I wouldn't know anything about drugs, so...

You didn't really answer my question.

Okay.

All right, make it...

There.

Yeah.

Yeah, it looks... more or less the same distance.

No, no. No, no, no.

No, señor, señor. No!

Yeah, I'm looking for a Detective Samuelson.

Yeah, hi, I'm Burton Greenberg. I got a call.

I don't understand what's going on.

I was with Constance not half a hour ago.

What is this?

Thank you for coming, Mr. Greenberg.

I hate to inform you of this,

but we received a call, complaints of gunshots fired.

Ran your sister's ID, and your name came up as a contact.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No. Connie!

Connie.

No! What the fuck?!

Connie? No!

No!

- Hola.
- Hey, Pa.

We're almost done here.

Did you bring the lights?

I need to make a quick call.

- Happy?
- Yeah.

Looks cute.

I'll take care of this, Roman.

Were the bodies in the house or on the street?

The street.

I need you to get them cleaned up, now.

I'll call my captain from Metro-Dade to seal off the area

while I send in a cleanup crew.

Are you okay?

They could have come inside.

I know, brother, but they don't want you.

They want me. From now on, I'll keep you out of this.

No, Nestor.

We're in this together.

I'm in a fight now.