All language subtitles for P.S02E01.WEB.h264-RBB

18 MONTHS LATER

I'm out in six months.

You know what'll happen
if I go out there.

You know what it's like.
They take it seriously.

Orders from the very top.

-Get him out of here.
-Who gave the order?

Go on.
Go on.

-Bastard.
-Move it.

They'll kill me out there!

Who do I work for?
You can't do this to me!

Please talk to Salazar.

You can't kill him now,
you jerk.

Back off! Back off!

Back off!

-Where are you taking me?
-Move it.

-Get in there.
-I need some water.

Water.

Water.

Water, you bastard!

Does it hurt a lot?

I'm so sorry man.

I had to do something, Johnny,
because you let me down.

I told you
I wanted him in one piece.

But you didn't listen.

Did I give you permission?

No, right?

Hierarchies are important.

You need to respect them.
Democracy is a myth.

I always liked generals, but...

But now,
I kind of like kings more.

The monarchy, Johnny.

The monarchy.

How am I supposed
to play soccer now?

In a little while,
a meteorite will fall from the sky.

And you need to catch it.

That's the cure
for all your sorrows.

Uncle Mario.

-Hello.
-Talk to me Moreno.

How are our plans going?

The weather looks good.

I'm thinking maybe

...five hundred pounds.

Can you handle
a little more?

Here's what we'll do.

MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISON
SANTIAGO, CHILE

You got my sentence?

Yes.

-For the murder of...
-How many years?

Twenty for Aguilera.

Consecutive sentences
for the rest.

So I'm spending
the rest of my life in here.

There was nothing
I could do, Vicente.

With all the money I paid you.

With all my family's contacts
there was nothing you could do?

You're not a vet
anymore, Vicente.

You're a drug dealer.
And a killer.

You sold me out,
didn't you?

I've always
been with you, Vicente.

I trusted you, you bastard.

-You can always trust me.
-No, you screwed me.

You screwed me.

Bye.

THE ATACAMA DESERT - CHILE

I'd like to introduce you
to a great friend of mine

who just arrived
here in the Atacama.

My friend is sick.

His body, and his soul,
and his spirit are all sick.

I invite my entire community,

and my family
to help my friend out.

He's going to be part
of our community.

We're going to teach him

that in order to be healed
in the desert,

he needs to walk across it.

Just like our followers do,
male and female.

He needs to walk
and heal his heart.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Welcome.
-Thank you.

Toast with us
and good health to you.

To your health, brother.

These are sacred leaves.

This is good medicine.

An offering of leaves
to the Earth.

Toss them in the wind
so that your heart may heal.

To cross the desert,

your mind must go blank.

There's apparently
nothing here.

But I invite you

to learn that everything
is actually here.

Thanks.

-Take care.
-Right.

It's not for free.
This stuff is for sale.

This stuff is laced with...

...dog poison and a laxative.

Right.

Put some more in,
and go sell it.

I'll be in the can.

-You want me to come?
-To wipe my ass?

Here you go.

Say hi to Serrano.

WOMEN'S PRISON
SANTIAGO, CHILE

MINISTER MURDERED

Sorry.

Hello.

It's me.

Álvaro.

-Are you alright?
-Yes I am, why?

You need to stop
the investigation.

You won't find anything.

They'll kill you.

It's not worth it.

What do you do
to survive in there?

I think about you.

You do a lot of dope then.

A little.

And you?

Me too.

Thinking about us.

I don't believe you.

Álvaro.

Álvaro. Answer me.

Looking for Nemo?

Looking for Nemo?

Go look for Nemo.

That's disgusting.

Why are you here?

You lazy bastard.

Shouldn't you be selling
the stuff out there?

And you.

Did I say you could be here?

I want a go at him too.

But you have to know when.

That's the thing.
You have to know when!

How was the shit? Good?

Like the Cubans say:

Shit eater.

Who were you talking to?

Your girlfriend?
The hot District Attorney?

She's so hot I'd gobble her up.

I'd shove it up to her ears.

You're in big trouble.

Everybody knows
who you are,

They want you dead,
and they're right, you know.

Why did you help me?
What do you want, Moreno?

To get you out of here.

I have an escape plan.

Which I want to share with you.

Because I like you.

I have just
six more months to go.

I'm not busting out now.

You expect to be alive
in six months?

You're not that good.

We'll have to see, won't we?

Our clients are here.
They want as much as possible.

So hurry up the harvest.

Hurry them up and quit.

The Indians
are uncomfortable with this.

They're asking questions,

and we've lied to them
for too long.

Everybody likes money.

You like money.

I like money.

Even these Indians like money.

All of us like it.

Except the chief.

He just likes walking.

Doesn't he?

He knows what he's doing.

You must walk alone now.

It's time to make your own way.

I'm still not ready.

I don't want to get lost.

I don't want to die.

Our grandparents say
that death

is always with you
on your left side.

That it's the only thing
we know for sure.

Therefore it's your destiny.

Remember what we shared
these last few days.

Reciprocity.

Remember
to respect yourself.

Take that gift with you.

Is this food for people?

You know what they fed us
in the army?

We had meat, chilies, wine.

Stuff that made you shit hard,

not this soft crap
that busts your ass

after you eat this garbage.

I had a dream last night.

I was on a beach
with some friends.

Good friends.

One was a faggot.

And a cop that's a faggot too.

We had a ball.

They had a ton of coke,
ten chicks sucked our dicks.

We had a great time.

Then they hugged me saying,
"Thanks, Mario".

Dreams are dreams.

I woke up in a cell
reeking of shit.

This shit has to end.

What are you talking about?

About getting out of here,
Vicentito.

This is where
the whole process begins.

Right after the harvest
we bring the opium here.

And this is Paz.

Hi, nice to meet you.

Papaver somniferum,

also known as opium poppy or just poppy.
Poppy.

Yeah, I know about the juice.
I've seen it.

Okay then.
Let's go on to the next stage.

We could hear him out.

Let's see what his plan is
to bust out of here.

You trust this bastard?

I don't, that's exactly why
I need to know what he's up to.

They've offered to bust me out.

There's room for two more.

I like you guys,
so I thought I'd take you along.

How come man?

He locked you up
and you want to help him?

I'm not buying.
Who paid you?

So here is where
we process our product.

English please.

Sorry, here is where we
process our product,

-until we get our final pure heroin.
-Alright.

-Try it.
-Okay.

But of course we cannot
deliver it like this,

so follow me please.

There's no way in hell I'm going.

I have 50 years to go in here.

I have nothing to lose.

Don't be stupid, Vicente.

I won't be.

I'll be watching Moreno
and you.

I don't trust either of you.

Why is he helping us?

I don't know.

And I don't care.

I just want to get out of here.

So this is where
we turn our final product

into these little churches.

Ready for,

hopefully,
worldwide distribution.

Are you sure about this?

No smell.

No cops.

No bust.

Just beautiful Chilean
traditional handcraft.

Try some.

Travel.

Learn.

You think they'll let you go?

They'll kill you in here.
You must be nuts.

Come here.

Come here. Come.

Uncle Mario told us a secret.

Me and my buddies
want to know if it's true.

The students refuse
to negotiate, Mr. President.

There's a protest march
tomorrow.

Our approval rate is plunging
by up to half a point daily.

It's the first government to drop below
two digits in less than 3 weeks.

It's a new record.

We're losing support
in every sector.

Those who say
we don't listen.

And those who say
our government sucks.

Exactly.

We'll fix that.

I insist, Mr. President,
that if there's no compromise,

-I wouldn't consider negotiating.
-Me neither.

Negotiating means they've won,
Mr. President.

Your image won't improve,

you'll lose the support
of your voters.

And worst of all,

people will think anybody
can paralyze the country.

Soon we'll have farmers,
Mapuche Indians, miners,

environmentalists,
everybody protesting.

So what's your solution,
Minister?

Wait until it blows up
in our faces?

Will we lose points? Maybe.

But we all know a poll
is not an election.

As long as we
keep things under control,

enforcing law and order,
we'll recover our credibility.

-Mr. President.
-Macarena is right.

I don't care about your polls
or your record.

All I care about
is running the country.

But in this case
we need to apply discretion.

Avoid any hostile statements.

-Yes, sir.
-Deploy more police officers.

-Yes, of course.
-What about tomorrow?

Tomorrow.

Breakfast at a retirement home
for the approval of the 7 % law.

-At noon a press conference at the PDI.
-Good day, sir.

Deploy 15,000 more
police officers.

Honey.

What would he get
for killing the mutt?

At least five years.

Boy, I'm one lucky bastard.

The jail's brightest bulbs
want to hear my plan.

So what's your plan?

Either go with you
or get killed?

No, man.
Somebody's picking us up.

Yeah?

So we just walk out
the front gate?

It's all planned out.

I don't believe you.

You just have to follow me.

When?

Tomorrow.

I'll let you know
sometime tomorrow.

You think
I'd stand you up?

Here's one for you.

What do you think you're doing?

What are you doing, idiot?

I'm working.

Working in my territory,
you stupid bastard?

I'm the boss here.

You crazy little bastard.

Look, Serrano,
if I catch you here again,

I'll send you back
in pieces, got it?

Tiny pieces, bitch.

Johnny.

Take care of your phones.
We might need them.

And this shit,

hide this stuff too.

You're taking me, right?

I don't know.

Hello.

I'm ready, and you?

Look at the sky
and don't fail.

-At the same time?
-Yes.

We'll be expecting you.
We're ready. Yes.

Go ahead.

Go right ahead.

What do you want, Moreno?

Get this crazy bitch
out of here.

Don't be so rude, Ferragut.

Your little friend
paid us a visit last night.

No problem, right?

Cooking something?

You can cut his head off
if you like.

Buy why did you have to decide
what to sell and where?

Calm down, Serrano.

I'm just passing through.

You crazy bastard.

I always said it was better
to burn them than drown them.

We're getting out of here now.

Stop! You're nuts!

Open this gate now!

Open the gate!

Let's go, Vicente, let's go.

Move it!

Open this gate!
Open this gate now!

Get out of here!

Now what?

We're getting out of here.
You want to get out of here?

We're getting out of here now.

Move it! Move it! Move it!

Open this gate!

I'm getting out of here.
I'm getting out right now.

Any statements
must be concise.

Do not mention the students,
the protest marches, nothing.

This is a human issue.

The fire, the families,

and how we
share their pain, period.

Are they really taping
the whole thing?

They are.

We know what's going on
thanks to our infiltrators.

Show some respect
for those guys.

The social networks
beat us to it, of course.

Organize a meeting
with some of the relatives.

If they feel supported,

they won't want anyone
to see their sons burn to death.

Open the gate!
They're burning alive.

It was just confirmed, sir.

There are at least
700 inmates in there,

and the fire's still going.

-How many dead?
-We don't know.

How many? Ten, twenty?
Fifty, a hundred?

We have three scenarios,
Mr. President.

The first and the worst
is a massive breakout.

That would be awful.
Imagine the huge mess.

Hundreds, thousands
of our most dangerous criminals

roaming the streets.

The second scenario
is a little less serious,

but not favorable either,
it's them taking hostages.

That would take a lot less time
and resources also.

What's the best case scenario?

That they all die.

You bastard!

No!

No! You faggot!

Son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Ferragut, you faggot!

Faggot!

Son of a bitch!

Ferragut.

Ferragut.

You sons of bitches!

It's all your fault!

I lost my husband in there!

It's all your fault!

My husband died in there!

You sons of bitches!

Warden, you call this
a maximum security prison?

Well this prison was built
to hold 550 inmates.

Now there are,
or there were, 1,800.

We need to call a priest.

Macarena.

They've reported
64 dead men.

It's not official,
they're still counting.

Most of them drowned.

And a few were burned

beyond recognition,
Mr. President.

The fire lasted several hours.

Why weren't they
evacuated earlier?

They're interviewing
the survivors and the guards,

to see why the gates
weren't opened.

Nobody knows why.

There's more, Mr. President.
There was a breakout.

Why did this happen to us?

This kind of thing
doesn't happen in Chile.