All language subtitles for Historia De Un Clan S01E07

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

that took place in Argentina
during the 80s.

Certain names and situations
have been altered for dramatic purposes.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Do you realize what we've done?

Yes.

Dug a little hole.

Are you okay, Alex?

No.

What have I ever done to you?

Nothing.

You fucked up by being rich
and letting everyone know.

Because as long as you have plenty
and others have nothing,

there will be violence.

I dreamed there was a traitor.

We'll have problems with this snitch.
Mark my words.

The old man is scared shitless.

I don't like commotion.
Arquímedes, I don't want any trouble.

Why don't we just kill him?

I'll take care of it.

-When can I see you again?
-Not sure.

And what for? You're with Mónica.

I didn't know you were
so close with Paula.

What do you mean?
I know her as well as you do.

-What do you think about us?
-I don't know.

Is there something you want to tell me?

I'm in love.

Don't kill me, please.

Did he suffer?

He didn't even notice.

He thought he was going to live.

If that makes you
feel any better, I'm glad.

The dead don't suffer.

We are the ones who suffer.

Look at this house. Listen.

Notice how silent it is.

Here, count them.

This is my entire cut?

It's four grand.

Aren't you going to give me at least five?

Listen.

Four really is more than five.

You really broke my balls, Bonomi.

When I met you,

I thought you were in this business
with big balls.

You ended up being a softie.

Be thankful...

I really shouldn't give you anything.

You handed me a guy less wealthy
than what we thought.

-How much did they give you?
-You don't trust me?

I don't mean to brag,

but half the money
came from my own pocket.

Don't worry.

I won't leave you hanging.

I'll keep you in mind for the next time.

For the next "what"?

What do you mean?

For the next barbecue.

Here. Take this as a souvenir.

I had an extra one from the deli.

It's a damn exquisite malbec.

Mmm.

Drink it with your girlfriend.

Drown her sorrows.

Come over here, my love.

Come, please.

Sit next to me. Come here.

You have to stay calm.

Everything will be okay.

This is just what I needed in my life.

Another death.

Don't be gloomy.

I was the one who was supposed to die.

Not my grandson.

How do you know he's dead?

I don't know.

I sense it.

Let me do it.

Stay still.

I like it when you undress me,

not the other way around.

Did you practice what you're going to say?

I don't know what questions they'll ask.

I don't want you to tell them
that I'm the apple of your eye,

more important than any of your games.

Even though
you would look like a gentleman.

Do you want me to say that?

I'm jealous.
I don't want you to appear in magazines.

They'll all want to fuck you.

-All of them?
-Yes, almost every girl.

So you're jealous now?
I'm always the jealous one.

-Now it's your turn.
-Let me be jealous this time.

If I put you in front of a hundred men...

how many of them would say,

"No, I wouldn't fuck her"?

Depends if they are all
kind of gay like you...

No. All real men.

I like to be present in the game.

I was raised that way.
I was trained that way.

It's important to gain points
and win tournaments,

but for me,
the most important part is the game.

I believe that...

people who have the gift
of playing a sport well,

or to do whatever...

have a blessing.

Because the feeling you have
when a play works,

when you grab the ball...

and you run like a thief who is fleeing
to avoid being shot by the police

and running to save his life
and the lives of his entire family,

it's a sensation that doesn't compare
to anything else.

I either like to be
relaxing at home with them...

or feeling that adrenaline rush.

I don't like people
who stay in the middle.

They bore me.

Mónica.

Do you want to get married
and have children?

-To tell you the truth: yes.
-There's nothing we want more.

It could happen any day now.

Did you brush your teeth?

Yes.

You have bad breath.

You can't smell bad breath
in a picture, Mom.

Does knowing you're doing well
give you any conflicting emotions?

I try not to pay attention to that.

Because when you're on the field,
you think,

but you think in a different way.

In one second, you stop,
you look at your teammates,

you look at the way
your rivals are standing,

and you have to make the choice
that will end the play with just one shot.

And it's a split second...

when you do all that.

And then you say, "How did I do this?

I don't know."

Good one, Alexei.

They call you "Alexei"?

No, he makes up nicknames.

And where did your love
for this sport come from?

Any lineage of rugby players
in the family?

No.

I think that rugby players
are a bunch of faggots,

closeted poofs who can't stop looking
at each other's dicks in the shower,

even though they pose
next to their girlfriends in magazines.

Within that scrum,
they grab each other's cocks like crazy,

isn't that right, Alex?

Tell this bloody journalist the truth.

Is there anything worse
than being a journalist?

Tell him the whole truth.

Any lineage of rugby players
in the family?

Alejandro's the first one.

Together, with his brother, Daniel.

I'm terrible at sports.

But one thing I've made a tradition
inside this family is teamwork.

I've raised them with this principle:

understanding that a family is a team.

And rugby is family.

They say your mom and sisters
are your biggest fans.

What about your dad?

Dad is...

my mentor.

My... role model.

Everything I have,
including playing for CASI,

everything I am, I owe to him.

Can you try to be more polite

and stand up straight, so that you...

look good in pictures with no hump?

Hmm?

Don't bust my balls,
or on the next picture,

I'll whip my dick out and flash everyone.

-I bet you don't have the nerve.
-Don't even think about it, Daniel.

Who doesn't like a surprise?
And I'm very well endowed.

I don't know if that's from
your father's side,

because on my father's side...

Stop.

Yes.

Can you ask the guy in the newspaper stand

to put aside all the magazines
that arrive, please?

I want to buy 20.

Why so many?

To give them to our acquaintances.

We don't have acquaintances.

THE INTIMACY OF THE NEW SUPERSTAR

A FAITHFUL GIRLFRIEND

MEMBERS OF THE PUCCIO FAMILY

How are you, Arquímedes?

-Sorry for the delay.
-Don't worry about it.

I saw Alex's interview.
I can only imagine how proud you feel.

Thank you.

The other day, he passed by
the stores with his girlfriend.

She's a knockout.
And he's going very far in life.

Too bad rugby isn't a big deal here.

It's an amateur sport.

That's why I was interested
in your proposal.

He wants to progress economically,
and he plays like a god.

But if he wants to make a living,
he has to move somewhere else.

Forgive me for bringing you
to this cheap bar.

It's the only thing that was close by.

I love this bar.

Here comes my secretary.

I present to you my right hand man.

Ariel Salas.

Pleasure to meet you.

What are you having?

Coffee.

Excuse me.

Two coffees for the gentlemen.

Before we start, I want to
congratulate you on your clothing line.

Your stuff is amazing.

It's my brand of choice,

but I obviously didn't wear it today
to avoid looking like a kiss-ass.

-It all started in a local shoe shop.
-I heard that.

-And now it's an empire.
-No. I don't like empires.

I don't either.

I like everything to be personal,
to do it myself.

It isn't the same thing,
wearing a suit made with love,

as opposed to one made by employees.

They are there for the money.

They don't have the same passion.

Also, look. I pay them the best I can,

but they don't have the same vision
in their heads.

Tell them. Tell them about your vision.

The working man is destined to fail,

and suddenly,
they bump into someone like you: generous.

Failing is almost always the case.
It's way more available than success.

The thing is, it's always better
to fail on your own accord

than to succeed
through someone else's name.

But not everyone can drive the plane.
Some are passengers.

That's the big secret.

I have no idea what the big secret is.
I really don't.

Alex says it clearly in the interview:
"Those who do something well,

they just know it.
You were born different. Period."

Let's cut to the chase, then.

My wife, Juliana, and I want to make
the face of our men's line,

clothing, shoes, and perfume,
an athlete's.

But you know every athlete out there,
the biggest ones in Argentina.

Why my son?

We liked his profile, his outlook on life,
on sports, on his family...

his girlfriend.

If he continues speaking so well,
this model will cost you big bucks.

On top of it all,
we thought he'd be cheaper.

This will cost you a great deal,
believe me.

No.

If that means yes,
you can speak further with Juliana.

-I'm usually at the finance company.
-You own a finance company?

There's an old Turkish proverb that says,
"A lake is made drop by drop."

Now it just has to rain.

Please, don't you dare.
Don't you dare, please.

Please.

Pleasure to meet you.

What do you think?

He seems like a good guy.

Just the way you like them: happy.

It's dangerous to be happy
in this day and age.

What would you expect, asshole?

Are you in the mood to fight, Danielito?

With you, I'm always in the mood.

I don't understand why you exist.

How do you tell a clueless person
that they are clueless?

Take care of him.

Wait for me inside the car.

He's an easy target.

No guns, no bodyguard.

No bulletproof car. He's overconfident.

And has cash available.

If we get cooperation
from the other party,

we can get this done in a week.

Hey, Daniel.

I don't have an issue with you personally.

I do.

I don't understand why
you got angry with me earlier.

Why?

I already explained to you
why I was mad at the bar.

Why?

I also explained the reasons why

you wouldn't get what
I was explaining to you.

And you didn't get that either.

So let's drop it, yeah?

I'm a friend of your old man.

My old man doesn't have friends.

He has a family and accomplices.

And I don't want to have friends, either.

So stop with the small talk, yeah?

That's fine.
I'll stop "with the small talk". Yeah.

Motherfucker.

I feel the exact same way that you do.

I'm not in it just for the money.

I like doing this.

I like thinking of it as a loyal job.

Well, not "loyal" per se, but...

Next time,

we should make sure
there's more money involved.

He has the money at the finance office.

That's a fact.

We have to negotiate with the wife.

There's always a pussy
in the middle of everything.

That's amazing.

What are the grown men doing?
Are you talking business?

Hi, sweetie.

Hello, Daddy.

This is Tomás. He goes by Tom.

What's up, Tom and Jerry?

Hello.

Hello.

Adriana.

Hello, Tom.

What do you do?

And you?

What do you do?

Let's go, Tom.

Very talkative, Tomson.

Why did you ask him about his job?

Why the fuck do you care
about the boy's job?

Tell me.

Do you think Tom and Jerry wants...

to get in my daughter's pants?

Well, listen...

If it's not him, it'll be someone else.

Gorgeous place, but the party sucks.

Do you know what the best thing
about these people is?

What the common folk envy
isn't their money.

I know. They fuck well.

They fuck very well.

All of these fuckers are well serviced.

That sweet smile isn't just
the product of money.

No.

But when you have money,
things are easier.

With those asses, everything is easy.

Too bad we can't take any of them
down to the basement.

It's easier to negotiate with men
than with women.

But what would keep you
from falling in love?

A man can resist many things,

but never the charisma of a bitch.

-Are you having a good time?
-Yes.

This house is a dream, Juliana.

-The garden is amazing.
-Yes.

Should be filled up with little kids
running around.

Well, two is more than enough.

Ever since Paz was born,
I can't leave the house.

I do everything over the phone.

-I had to stop working.
-Oh...

You mean you started working.

You can say that, I guess. That's true.

I'm with the girls all day.

One hangs from my neck
while I change the other one's diaper.

-I never stop.
-I want that.

Even if I'll regret it later.

You won't regret it.

How can you regret having kids?

-Am I wrong, Epifanía?
-No, but raising kids is a full-time job.

-Yes.
-Yes.

You have to dedicate your life to that:
being a mother.

You can't do anything else.
Or they'll resent you forever.

And daughters are harder, let me tell you.

-They are?
-Boys are more obedient.

I would like to dedicate my life to that.

It sounds fun.

Hmm.

It's fun. With Emir, we have a blast.

I'm sure that the house plays a big role.

It truly is perfect.

Nothing is perfect, actually.

But this house is perfect.

Aren't you afraid
of staying by yourself at night?

With this huge garden...

No.

Not really.

Juliana takes care of almost everything,
not just the house.

I work all day,

and I don't manage to do
half of what she does.

A woman is a household.

Imagine me living here on my own.

Don't be so docile, Emir.

We know that you owe
everything to Juliana.

We were just speaking about that,

that money isn't
the most important thing in life.

Not only that, but money can also
get you into some deep shit.

Having too much money is a problem.

A million dollars is fine.

Two is too much.

Three is too few.

I like that.

If you have three,
then you want four, and so on.

And you won't hear the end of it.

The human being is a sick animal.

That's why, every now and then,
one has to keep some distance...

and observe where one's standing.

Especially when it comes to money.

That's why I love living in this house.
It tampers the craziness from work.

One becomes kind of insatiable.

Right, Alex?

Playing must be similar.

Yes, that's true.

And even more so if
you like what you're doing.

My life wasn't easy.

We're similar in that way.

And our shared love for milk.

Love doesn't unite us.

Horror unites us, my colonel.

Horror and jizz.

I think your life
was much harder than mine.

That being said, being a faggot,
if I lost an arm, I'd be finished.

You'll be finished when I'm done with you.

Oh, yeah?

Is that today's forecast?

Yes.

Milk and tenderness.

This is a test of love.

You're so ugly, Colonel.

I've never seen something so ugly.

What's wrong with you, faggot?

Life brought you to justice
by giving you such a disgusting body.

Who do you think you are, Sophia Loren,

you fucking faggot?

This isn't a honeymoon.

Get the fuck out of my house,
or do you want me to rip your asshole?

Beat it!

Now!

You have a big cock
and a small heart, Colonel.

I can see in your eyes
that no one likes you.

Not your wife, not your kids,

or your friends.

I can tell that you are a lonely man...

and you will die alone.

You'll never know love.

Kill me!

I wouldn't dare.

Why bail on me now?

Drinking so much milk finished you.

Let it go.

Whisky is healthier.

Look what stress has done to you.

Or have you been fucking a young bitch?

Colonel, there's a time in life
where you don't love or screw.

You just reminisce.

The plan is in motion.

The prey has left its den.

Some details are left to cover
and we'll start the hunt.

We have to speed up the process.
The guy will leave soon on vacation.

Your share stays intact.

It's for you.

We are partners
through sickness and health.

Okay.

A bit stuffy, right?

What did Dad ask you to get?

Clean clothes, underwear.
Check over there.

I doubt I'll find it. Gross.

Poor guy.

He's so lonely.

Something happens to him,
and he only has us to rely on.

That's why it's so important
to have a family, kiddo.

I don't see myself
holding a piss pot for Dad.

How dare you?

Who do you think will die first?

You or him?

Why do you think about these things?

I always think about those things.

I think he's going first.

Or one of us.

Can you please shut up?

THE GHOST
NUMBER 3

Very good.

Whose arms are you going to?

One day,

Estelita Puccio met little black Papuza.

Estelita Puccio? Is that you?

Yes.

Estelita Puccio. The one and only.

Estelita.

I've been searching for you
for a long time.

Hi, blackie.

I've heard a lot about you.

Estelita...

open my hands.

Blackie, you're making me nervous.

Do it, Estelita.

There's something very important
I need to tell you.

Tell me. I'm listening.

My heart is open to you.

My whole heart.

Blackie, I didn't expect you to say that.

Estelita.

Come closer.

Blackie.

Estelita... can I kiss you?

Are you mad, Tommy?

I like you.

Thomson, right?

Tomás.

Tomás. Tomás.

I can never remember if Tom...

was the cat or the mouse.

-The cat.
-The cat.

But you look like a mouse.

Well, never mind.

So many mice in this city,

that if one were to go missing,

no one will notice.

-Yes, my dad will notice.
-Oh.

But I put my dick inside your Dad's mouth.

And as for your Mom, I shit on her.

What do you want?

Stay away from Adriana.

Move to some other neighborhood,
change schools, leave,

tie up your cock like a balloon,

but stay 300 feet away from Adriana,

because I'll be watching you,
and if you don't, I'll impregnate you.

I'll penetrate you, knock you up,
and then I'll give you an abortion.

That's fine. I promise I won't.

I'm just joking around.

I'm joking, Tomasito. It was just a prank.

You're not angry with me, right?

I'm going to ask Elsita
to clean up your house a bit.

It lacks a woman's touch.

I saw a picture of you in a military suit.

You must have been terrible.

With women, I mean.

I've always hoped not to grow old alone.

I'm paranoid about it.

That's why I wanted to have kids,
and I want many grandkids.

They say that bodies aren't bodies anymore

when one gets old.

Do you know the Seguel family?

Do you know Emir Seguel, the businessman?

Who are you preparing the bed for?

You shouldn't be here.

It's my house, dude.

Your old man
doesn't want anyone down here.

Then why are you here?

What are those chains for?

My dad sends you to scare away
my boyfriends, right?

Or you do it because you're violent
and sick with envy?

Your boyfriend?

Answer my question.

Your father did not send me anywhere.

So you did it out of envy.

I didn't do anything.

I don't believe you.

You scared Tom and Jerry,
so he wouldn't see me anymore.

I would never do that.

This is really hard for me.

I thought you understood.

Time goes on, and you keep making
the same mistakes.

You and I can't be anything.

You're too small for me.

You have an old, dark, twisted soul.

You are a combination of the worst parts
of a child and an old man.

And above all else, you're clumsy.

Tom and Jerry's dad is a martial that will
shoot the fuck out of you, asshole.

He's il capo in Acassuso.

Careful with that.

Give me that.

-It's loaded.
-I'm not loaded.

The gun is loaded.

Ouch.

I'm not afraid of you.

Why did you prance around
your little boyfriend in front of me?

Did that hurt?

Very much.

Are you afraid of me now?

Are you afraid?

Are you?

I thought we would be left alone in here.

Have some privacy.

We're not alone.

Who are you?

You don't know, right?

No one really knows.

My beauty...

They never hugged you?

Life is wonderful.

But so is death.

You won't miss anything.

Quite the opposite.

Everything you need, you'll find up there.

I might as well go to the chapel
inside the hospital.

You're leaving already?

I have activities at the chapel.

We can stay together all day
without being interrupted.

He's watching us.

This is a secret, Colonel.

Like the ones you have with my father.

Are you okay?

Are you?

I had a nightmare.

What were you dreaming about?

That someone came in through the garden.

Go and check.

Nothing's wrong, sweetheart.

It was only a dream.

Go back to sleep.

Check anyway.

Ouch.

What's wrong?

-Ouch, stop!
-Are you okay?

Ouch.

Ouch. Stop.

Ouch.

-Are you okay? What's wrong?
-Ouch.

-Ouch...
-Are you okay, Arquímedes?

Ouch.

Now we're going to kidnap you,
you son of a bitch.

Down, son of bitch. Let go!

Stop!

What have you done, you fucking cunt?

I'm not hungry.

You have to eat something, baby.

If you ate your brother,
how are you not eating this delicacy?

-Mom...
-Can we not?

She doesn't like to be mocked.

We have to call things what they are.

-This family is made of hypocrites.
-Excuse me?

You never told us the whole story.

You didn't eat your brother, my love.

You were still developing inside me,
and you suckled him.

He wasn't a person yet. It's very normal.

It happens in many pregnancies.

What were you going to call him?

Carlos.

Carlos Puccio?

He didn't have a name.

I didn't know I was pregnant with twins.

Moni, have you seen the scar

I have from suckling my brother?

No, let me see.

So sexy, Adri.

We're sorry to inform you
of the sudden and violent death

of the renowned businessman, Emir Seguel,

owner of the footwear
and clothing emporium.

This man was killed violently
and in cold blood

in plain daylight while driving to work,
as he had done everyday prior.

The detectives suspect theft as the motive

because Seguel
was a loving father and husband,

and no one had any issues with him.
He was highly respected

-in his work environment.
-This can't be true.

-Apparently, it was...
-His poor wife and little kids.

...it was a theft or a possible kidnap

that ended with a bullet inside his chest.

The wound of the bullet was lethal, and...

-Those fucking bastards!
-Shh, wait.

-I want to listen.
-were witnesses of this chain of events.

Adriana, if you aren't eating,
turn off the TV and go to your room.

Daddy, they killed Seguel.

We're having dinner!

Seguel leaves behind two little girls,

a devastated wife,

and an entire family
claiming desperately...

Dr. Suárez,
please report to intensive care.

Dr. Suárez,
please report to intensive care.

You look a bit more lively, Colonel.

You can hear everything I'm saying, right?

Do you understand what I'm saying?

We're all mourning.

I'm still in shock.

An acquaintance was murdered.

Unexpectedly.

We were at his place a few days ago...

with his wife...

with his daughters...

and out of the blue...

someone kills him.

Do you know him?

You understand what I'm saying, right?

I can tell.

A young man...

with his whole life ahead of him.

They killed him for resisting a robbery.

Gosh...

One has to be thankful to be alive.

No one is immune to anything.

Things happen, right?

One has to continue.

God knows what he's doing.

I can tell.

THE GHOST NUMBER 3

NEXT EPISODE

...give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

Who owns the funeral home?

Don't know.

Angélica Bolena. What a cunt.

How do you know?

The Colonel told me.

Before dying, he said,

"Hold my wake in there.
That way, you can research".

What a generous old man.

He left this world but not this business.

Don't count on me.

I'm not asking you.

You're going to leave Dad and I
to do the dirty work alone?

When did you become so fond of evil?

The same time you did.

You welcome a pedophile into your home

and leave him alone with your daughters,

and I'm the traitor?

Thank you for your concern.

W e already knew about it.

You did the worse thing you could
have done to me:

you got involved with my daughter.

Silvia started talking
with a guy by the river.

And offered him her body.

What guy?

We don't know him.

The ones you hate and call dangerous
aren't violent people.

The ones who kill
are bathed and well dressed.

In this family, we won't raise a baby...

to adopt a mystical conclusion
from something crazy.

Excuse me, miss.

-Yes?
-Do you have change for a thousand?

What?

If someone has change for a thousand...

-This will end badly.
-Of course it will end badly.

Isn't that the goal?

Why are you doing this?

Because we can't stop.