All language subtitles for Historia De Un Clan S01E02

Historia de un Clan is a fictional series
inspired by real events

that happened in Argentina during the 80s.

Certain names and situations
have been altered for dramatic purposes.

What are you doing, Dad?

People are divided between
the fearful who stay outside the door

and the ones who say, "I'm scared,

but I am going in anyway."

Do you know people from high society?

Rich kids
that don't do anything other than

waste the money that
their father gives them?

What are you asking me to do?

I want you to stop those
dumbasses on the street,

like it's casual.

Can you think of someone?

What are you doing, standing there, Alex?

I'm fine. I am waiting for Mónica.
She's at a class.

Fine, come. Let's go. I'll drive you.

Which class?

Actually,

she teaches.

Go home and open the gate.

Go to your room to pack your things
for the training session,

or I will tell the guys to shoot your
friend in the head.

I won't say it again.

Now he will address
the people of the Republic,

his excellency, the President
of the nation.

Now speaking is Lieutenant General
Leopoldo Fortunato Galtieri.

The war in
Puerto Argentino has ended.

Ready, Daddy. Breakfast of champions.

Our soldiers fought with a supreme effort

for our nation's dignity.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Go and sleep in your room.

Good morning, Federico.

I am going to untie your hands
and remove the fabric from your mouth,

so you can have breakfast.

I'm going to say this for the first
and the only time.

Don't even think about
yelling or touching me

because the men outside are armed.

They will kill you.

Mate tea?

I don't drink mate.

Of course, mate is for niggers.

Drink some coffee.

Why are you doing this to me?

Who?

I'm not involved in politics.
I'm not involved in anything.

We all are involved in politics, Federico.

To follow parental orders
is to be involved in politics.

And not following them is also political.

To fart in the middle of a crowded bus

is to be involved in politics.

To not fart because you are being
considerate to the rest of the passengers

is to be involved in politics.

And where is Alejandro?

Who?

I was with a friend.

Listen to me.

I am thinking about your family.
They must be very worried.

So you're going to write them a letter.
I will dictate it to you.

Take this.

Write.

Dear Dad and dear...

Do you have a mom?

Yes.

What's her name?

Graciela.

Dear Dad and dear Mom:

They're treating me pretty well here.

Bye, Dad.

Honey, the skirt is shorter
than it's supposed to be. Don't you think?

-Knee height.
-That's how we wear it, Dad.

It's not necessary
to go to school like that.

For me, it's necessary.
It makes me happy.

You're always saying
that you want us to be happy.

Stop.

Go directly to school, and come back.

-People are crazy on the streets.
-Fine.

He went missing two nights ago.

I know him. He isn't like that.

The old man must be cursed.

Their uncle was kidnapped and killed
a couple of months ago.

Since then, the whole family took a
kidnapping prevention course.

So stupid.

If somebody wants to kidnap you,
they just kidnap you.

It doesn't matter if you take any
courses or not. It's easy.

Well, it's not, stupid.

The police teach you that,

they are the ones
who kidnap for the military.

Mónica was able to talk to his girlfriend.

They talked on the phone,
and she said they were devastated,

that they thought he was kidnapped.

-But was Fede involved in politics?
-No, not at all.

The thing is, the family has money.

That's why the uncle was kidnapped.

Now, they are cursed, that family.

A couple of years ago, Robledo Puch
robbed one of their supermarkets.

He came across a sleeping guard...

He shot him in the neck.

Robledo used to live around here.

I used to see him go by on his motorcycle.

They said that he drinks mate
through his nose.

Rumor has it that he used to drink it
through his asshole.

He tried other holes,
but his asshole worked better.

Hey, Fede's father asked to...
not spread this around too much

because it could guarantee Fede's death.

I don't think they will kill him.

Look.

This looks like the head of a penis.

You have to wash your hands before peeing

because the dick is sacred.

Like the bread.

You can't eat bread with dirty hands.

There are guys
who wash their hands after peeing.

Generally, they're fags.

What is this?

Is this for dwarves?

I wash my hands before peeing

because I worship my dick.

Every time I touch a chick, I mark her.

Like dogs do.

When you like a girl a lot,

before saying "hi",
you grab your dick with your hand,

and then you say "hi" to her and grab...

What's the matter?

The neck with your hand.
Or you touch her earlobe.

And you mark her.

-Can I read it?
-No.

Why?

Because you might get emotional,
and that's counterproductive.

I am not like Alex.

Occupied!

Motherfucker.

Are we talking too much?

Go to the door. Guard it.

The smell of shit
that this motherfucker left behind!

Where should I put this
shit so it doesn't get wet?

Fucking bathroom.

Anyways... This is a shitty country.
Everything fucked by the fuckers.

Driven by fags.

We have to clean... better...

This shitty bathroom.

Are you stupid? Why didn't you tell me
that someone was here?

I told you to stay at the door.

What do you want?
To tell you that a guy came in?

What do you want me to say?

Fag, on top of it all.

Yes.

Didn't you see that he washed
his hands after peeing?

Hello?

-Hi.
-Yes.

Is this Federico's father?

Yes, this is he. How's Federico?

He is pretty good.

He can't talk right now
because he is in the bathroom,

but he is pretty happy with us.

He is a prisoner,
and he will be judged and executed

unless you follow certain instructions.

If you call the police,
he will be tortured and killed.

If you already told them, call them back,
and tell them that you found him.

Say that he went
on a trip without telling you.

Who am I speaking with?

With the spokesperson of
the National Liberation Command.

I want proof that my son is alive.

Don't get anxious.

You are in no position
to talk to me that way.

You will find proof
in the bathroom at the bar

at La Perla del Once.

It's a handwritten letter by Federico.

The kid is fine.
He had breakfast earlier today.

I gave him some mate tea,
but he prefers coffee.

He is a little spoiled,
but you can tell he is a good kid.

You are a very close family.

I want to talk to him.

You know what the Jewish people say?

"If the grandma had balls,
she would be the grandpa."

I'm going to tell you something.

You are a storekeeper with several
big stores, nothing else.

We fight for a better world.

Are we on the same page?

Do you understand the difference?

In the next few hours,
you'll get another call with instructions.

But, I'll give you an idea.
You will have to break the piggy bank.

The kid is handsome.
He must get to fuck all the girls.

You fuck all the girls, Federico, no?

Son of a bitch.

He is so cheeky.

Excuse me.

Do you want a vermouth?
Do you want to drink something?

Prepare a snack.
Some ham, cheese, chopped.

A glass of milk for you?

As always.

-Thank you.
-I'll come back in a bit.

The kid's family has lots of money.

Stingy people, real motherfuckers.

They have a lot of money because
they don't give anything away.

You can kill the kid, and they will go
and grab the calculator.

It's a Jewish gene.

We all have that fucking Jewish gene.

Listen. We ask them for three addresses.
Properties, understand?

You don't take notes.

You tell them that
they will get their son back via mail

in three different places
at the same time.

In little pieces.

Once I sent a finger that I found at
the morgue to some rich people.

That will get them
to give up the money faster.

Now, I don't know what you're thinking,

but I don't want to finance
Labarde and Rojas.

I will pay them fees, not percentages.

How much do you think we should suggest?

Three hundred thousand clams?

No, half-million.

For less than half a million,
this doesn't look serious.

We are insulting them.

The ransom has to hurt them.

Three hundred sounds more
doable than five hundred.

Look, Mom.

He was staring at me in the street.
I took him.

Isn't he beautiful?

I mean, he is not beautiful.

You are aware that your father
doesn't like dogs, right?

Let alone street dogs.

He is a male, at least--

Stop it! Don't let him kiss you.
He might be diseased.

You have no idea how he looked at me.

We can name him Mirón.

-Hey, do you need a family?
-Yes.

You're such a Mirón, huh?

I can bathe him.

Let's see, take him to you room
so nobody will see him.

I'll talk to your father
to see if I can convince him, okay?

-Fine.
-But it's your responsibility.

-Yes.
-If not, back to the street.

-Yes.
-Okay.

How nice of your dad
to give you the store.

Arqui is such a generous soul.

Yes.

I don't think I'll do anything anyways.
I said "yes" to make him happy.

Open a new store.

And name it "I Love Mónica,

and the Only Thing I Want to Do
Is Make Love to Her All Day

and Get Her Pregnant."

I like the name. A little bit long though.

Do you like it?

I found a fluffy toy for the baby.

Yes.

It's alive.

A little bit small, but...

it's growing.

Alex, do you have a minute?

Yes. Love, can...
can you wait for me in the room?

-Yes.
-I'll be there soon.

Okay.

-Bye.
-Bye.

I'm guessing
you haven't told her anything.

-Did they let him go?
-Did you tell her, or not?

Are you stupid, or what?
Did they let him go?

Dad talked to his family.

He called to tell them
everything was fine,

that they shouldn't worry.
He's going to call them back.

What are we going to do?

We are going to wait.

MARCELA HAIRDRESSING

The old man doesn't want us nearby.

He says he gets nervous. Who knows?

He doesn't want us to know
how much money he's asking for.

Very nervous.
Have you ever seen him nervous?

I don't think he will mess with us.

Mess with us?

No, no, not mess with us as in...

I don't think he's going
to take a shit on our heads.

But in terms of money... I don't know.

Hello?

Is this Federico's father?

It's us again,
the voice of the people of Argentina.

I have the instructions.

I just want to be clear that this is
not a negotiation.

You will find the first instruction

at the corner of Araujo and Sellanes.

You know where that is?

Right next to the restaurant, La Fusta,
a fancy restaurant.

The food is delicious. Highly recommended.

Inside of a black beer can.

Black and dirty.

I want to tell you
that we will be following you closely.

Maybe we will be
the people driving the cab.

CORNER: LUIS ESTEVEZ AND ZALLOECHEVARRIA

INSIDE A GREEN GAS BOX
WE ARE WATCHING YOU

Do you want to know a secret?

You were the one
who was going to be kidnapped.

But then we thought,

"Who will we negotiate with
if we take the father away?"

Kids, nowadays, are kind of stupid.

Not like we were at 20.

We were in the streets, working,
forming a family.

You started from the bottom, like me.
That's why I respect you.

500 THOUSAND DOLLARS FOR HIS LIFE

And I respect your family.

Even though rich people always think
they are the center of the world.

I got it!

Hello?

Listen.

How do you expect me
to get 500,000 dollars in two days?

Are you really asking me that?

I can't do everything.
You have to do your part as well.

What do you want? You want me to rob
a bank and bring the money to your place?

How do I know if my son is alive?

We, as a group,
would never break up a family.

And we wouldn't strip a father
of his most precious gift.

Unless the situation calls for it.

You have 48 hours.

Send a kiss to Graciela.

What did they say? What did they say?

Get some rest.
Everything will be fine.

Olsen is a good guy. He'll pay.

-Hello, Colonel.
-Hi, dear.

-Arquímedes, I'm going to the bathroom.
-Hi, Dad.

Hi.

You scared me. The dog?

Which dog?

The one you were holding in the window.

Don't tell my dad.

No.

-Are you staying to eat?
-Do you want me to stay?

-If you're hungry...
-Yes.

-How's Federico?
-Fine.

I spent all afternoon talking to him.

He is a great kid.

He told me he wanted to talk on the
phone with his family. Who knows?

He is scared.

I had to help him sit down on the toilet

because he was shitting himself.

-Is he pooping right now?
-No, this was an hour ago, more or less.

There was a handrail.

I was not going to clean his ass,

so I untied him,
and then I tied him up again.

Did I do something wrong?

No.

You did good.

It's weird to clean someone's ass.

I'm going to pee.

Don't worry, kiddo.
Everything will be fine.

-See you later.
-See you.

Can you give that to him?

This dog has a dark past.

I don't know if he was directly involved,
but he saw something.

-A crime or a rape.
-Ay, sweetie.

Yes, look. Take a look in his eyes.

He knows something that we don't.

That's why I named him Miróm.

But with an "M", Miróm.

He looks like a fake witness.

Yes, he rather looks like
someone who doesn't want to testify.

Maybe he is already compromised.

Let's see, tell us your secrets, Miróm.

Yeah, we can tell you're defeated.

When I found him, he was alone
in the middle of the street.

Just there, standing in the street.

And then, he skips the traffic light,
and the cars just miss him.

He froze like a statue.

The stop light changes...
And Miróm crosses like it's nothing.

Miróm.

I don't get how you can enjoy beer.

You'll get it.

When?

When Miróm tells you his secrets,
and you can't bear them.

Come on, give me some.

No, not like that.

No, not just a sip. Drink it all.

Take a mouthful,
and then you swallow everything.

That's right.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Hey...

Don't bother, Arquímedes.

It's no bother at all.
We all have to help each other.

If not, this neighborhood becomes a mess.

BEHIND THE VIRGIN
AT THE CHURCH OF ST. AUGUSTINE

I'm going to kiss you on the mouth.

-Hi, little monkey.
-Hello.

Hi, Son.

And when are you going to give
me a grandson, baby?

I am old, damn it.
Make me a grandfather, once and for all.

Whenever your son wants, Arquímedes.

See, guys are pretty macho

until you talk to them about real things.

Then they're like,
"Where is my Mommy?"

Freud used to say,

"In a couple, the woman looks for God.
The man, his mom."

He was a Jewish drug addict,
but he was right.

I don't have any issues
with playing the maternal role.

I like it.

We will have to see if the role of God
is too much for you.

God is the absence of fear.

If you, a woman, subdue your fear,
he won't disappoint you.

Ah.

-It's my responsibility.
-Of course.

Without a woman, the man is a nobody.

He is a ghost...

in your bed.

Don't spend it yet.

Wait a little while.

Thank you, Dad.

The day that you love me

The rose that adorns

Will dress in celebration

You hurt my mouth, you idiot.

Listen to this.

You hit me in the mouth...

I'll hit you in the mouth.

Avellaneda.

San Telmo.

Barrio Norte.

Martínez.

San Isidro.

La Lucila.

Acassuso.

Okay?

This is how it goes.

We charge 200.

And now we distribute 100.

20 grand for each of us.

The remaining 20:

ten for Daniel, ten for Alejandro.

We finish the job,

and we distribute the other 100.

We overvalued these guys a little.

They have lots of tomato cans
but not much cash.

Tomatoes are expensive. For me...
a can of tomatoes will suit me well.

There's something that doesn't add up.
Why are we not distributing everything?

What doesn't add up, asshole?

What doesn't add up for me is how
a guy like you wants to be rich

when you can't even spy on anyone.

I am being generous.

The only thing you're good at is drinking.

And judging by the state of your kidney...

I am giving you plenty.

Yes, Guillermo, you are in bad shape.

I am worried.
I think you have a short time left.

Why do we have to distribute this
among six and not among four?

Why?

Do you know the trouble I got my kid into

when I involved him in this situation?

Do you know how long it's going to
take him to recover from all this?

The other one, Daniel...
He drove me a couple of times.

Two nights in a row,
he stayed to watch the kid.

Everyday my wife makes...

breakfast, lunch, dinner without
even asking me who it is for.

Both of you didn't do shit.
You're taking 20 grand each.

And now...

in this last stretch...

you'll have to do something.

If lodging is a problem,
you can come to my house.

And I'll have someone to talk to.

Watch out for this one.
He might steal something.

Alejandro?

A small plate.

Alejandro Puccio.

It's a beautiful name.

He is condemned to fame.

NEXT EPISODE

Bravo!

Come on, Alex!

Bravo, Son!

Mom knows?

If you keep behaving like
the stupidest of sons,

you'll see.

You're such a brute, daddy.

In this last stage,
no family members will participate.

Yes, I already marked him.
That's the worst part.

You marked a slacker who lives a
life full of luxury

with the money they make
by exploiting people

who wake up at five in the morning to
take the train,

to dress in uniform, and work like a slave
for one of those fags,

who, on top of everything,
pretend to be mysterious.

Let me go, please.

Everything will be fine, friend.

I took a liking to Fede.

I am going to miss him.

Next time, grab an asshole.

This kid is great.

Everything will be fine.

Don't worry.

Let's have him navigate.

We let him sail, and then
we leave him there.

The family has to have a body to cry over.

We are not animals.

They want to clean their dirty asses

with candy wrappers.

Who is going to pull the trigger?

They were supposed
to release him yesterday.

I would at least like to know
if he is alive.

Federico is alive.