All language subtitles for 1992.S01E04

That sounded like an explosion.

Let's go.

- We need to wait out here.
- No. I wanna go in.

We can't use the elevators! We
need the stairs! Over there!

Watch out.

Over there.

Shit! Fuck!

- Hey, Amparo!
- Hey!

Look out!

Stay here and don't
touch anything.

Hey! Somebody's here!

I think it's Rosa Fuentes!

The cleaning lady.

Robledo, give me a hand!

- What? You found something?
- Come and help me.

Fucking hell.

Jesus! Amparo!

We need an ambulance!
Victoria's alive!

So is Rosa!

- We'll get you out of here.
- Help me.

Fuck.

We'll give you something.

- If you cut it off, I'll kill you!
- We won't do that. Stay calm.

We'll take care of you.

And lift!

I sure don't need you reminding me
what my duties are when I'm in the...

NO CELL PHONES

Yeah. But I never asked
to be assigned there.

I accepted because no one
would save your asses!

I feel so bad for her.

I can't get that poor woman's
face out of my head, you know?

It was like she'd
been in an oven.

- You feel bad?
- Yes.

And how do you know that
she isn't the killer?

Women don't resort
to such violence.

You sure have a lot to learn.

She approached you.

Threatened you at the warehouse.
Pushed you off a bridge.

I jumped off it.

But… I don't actually know what
she was doing there either.

All I know is that she's
involved in this somehow.

It's too bad she won't be able
to tell us what she knows.

- There's a chance she'll make it.
- She's burned.

If they do manage to save her,

the pain will be so bad,
she'll have to be sedated.

- Better for her if she doesn't make it.
- You are fucking depressing.

I need a smoke.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be…

I can be a real asshole
when I'm in withdrawal.

- Sorry.
- Got it.

Amparo. I… don't feel
like sitting alone.

If you don't mind,
I'll have one with you.

Course not. Let's go.

You don't have to worry about
me getting hooked, all right?

One major vice is
plenty, I think.

They want me in Madrid, but I told
them they were gonna have to wait.

They won't try to pass
this off as an accident?

You know what happens
when you assume?

Unless he goes
after the minister.

Lucky for us, Palacios
is in Japan on business.

So it's safe to assume this guy
can't get to him till he's back.

Mm.

They're letting Victoria
have visitors. Hmm?

Did you see him?

I can only tell you
what's in my statement.

I don't know what happened.

Rosa was burned pretty badly.
We found her in your office.

- No.
- She's recovering here also.

I was… I was in the washroom, and
all of a sudden, I was airborne.

I didn't even hear
the explosion.

- We were looking into José Luis Martínez.
- Who?

- Your head of security at the Expo.
- Right.

José Romeu.

But I don't see what that
has to do with tonight.

He might be behind
the extortion letters.

No. He was such a good guy.

That's impossible.

Beyond loyal. It doesn't add up.

Things point in his direction.

We found staffing records that show
that on the day the Victoria capsized,

he had reduced patrols.

The day the pavilion burned too.

He was also in charge of the
briefcase and the exchange.

Which leads us to think the
briefcase was empty in the dumpster.

That son of a bitch.

We bought him a Rolex. After the
Expo. We all chipped in for it.

We've been trying to find out where he
is, but so far, it's been a dead end.

I could have sworn he left Spain to
live in Austria or Germany. No, um…

No, in South America. Peru or…

I'm all mixed up.

Could you show me the email
you got the other day?

I need my phone.

- Don't worry. I got it. Here.
- Richi will get it.

Thank you.

"I want 3,000,000 euros."

"If you don't pay, fire
will reveal the truth."

If we could get access to
your records, that would help.

- Whatever you need.
- I'll put it there.

Miami. I remember. The head of
security went to live in Miami.

He fell in love with an American

with blonde hair who was
a foot taller than him.

- Can you help me sit up, please?
- You need to relax.

You're not going anywhere. The
doctors want you here a few days.

I'm not safe here, Robledo.

The doctors can
say what they like.

I'm not waiting for that
psycho to finish me off.

He did leave a Curro on you.

If you don't want
him coming after you,

the best thing is to pretend
that you're actually dead.

Watch your head. Grab
my arm. Hold it there.

There you go, buddy. We're
gonna get you in the chair.

That's it. Good.

- Richi…
- Yeah?

Remind me to… get rid
of the cobblestones.

Can you help me get
this off, Matías?

Mr. Victoria… Hmm.

I recommend you not leave
under any circumstance.

So no going to my squash
club or yoga classes, then?

Unfortunately not.
You can't be seen.

And stay away from the windows. Lay
low, at least for the next few days.

Or until we find this asshole.

In other words, I'm on my own.

You're going back to
Madrid to protect Palacios.

Yeah, no. I don't
do protection duty.

So I might as well be dead
if I have no protection.

You're safe. You know that.

The killer assumes he
killed you, remember?

How can you be so sure, though?

He snuck into my office
and planted a bomb.

And you think that this whole
charade… will keep me safe?

Hold that thought a minute.

Won't be long. Yes?

What do we know, Robledo?

Eric, I need something
in the cabinet.

I have a license for this gun.

Okay. Yeah, got it.

We got the IP address
from the extortion note.

It says that it's from Miami.

Then it had to be José.

- When was it sent to you?
- The day that he killed Zamorano.

So that means there's at least one
other accomplice involved in this.

Listen. This is my number.

If there's anything suspicious,
you give me a call. Understood?

I have another suggestion. See…

- Let's hit the road.
- Where to?

You go back home. And
I am going to Miami.

We know that the
bomb went off here.

And that it was some
kind of homemade device.

The explosive seems to have been enclosed
in some object made of white plastic

with colorful accents.

Could be some kind
of… toy or figurine.

Like a Curro?

- A what?
- The mascot from the Expo.

- Which one?
- Aren't you from here?

Yeah. Why?

FORENSIC POLICE

There are footprints everywhere.

And you're trampling
all of them.

But none of them match the
scene of the other burn victims.

And I think that's because… the
perpetrator had to dress to blend in.

- Probably right.
- Huh.

- Uh, what is your name?
- Carmen.

Do you mind if I take a few
shots of this disaster, Carmen?

Not a problem.
Knock yourself out.

Thanks.

Yes?

No, no, no. Not anymore. I just
caught the train. I'm on my way.

Yes, I've almost caught
up with the backlog.

Everything's under control.

See you soon.

Yes, of course.

- Micromanagers.
- Hmm.

Are you getting paid?

Not for my time, no. He offered.

I said he could… just
pay travel costs.

Do you really think
the killer's in Miami?

I'm not sure, Amparo.

But there's definitely
somebody else involved somehow.

Yeah.

I should be gone three
days at the most.

It's a simple search.

- What brings you here?
- I'm off to Miami. You?

- Do you know I think...
- I don't care what you're gonna say.

- I make decisions for myself.
- If you'll listen...

It's my money, okay? I
can buy tickets if I want.

- For fuck's sake.
- I'm a grown woman.

May I say something?

I wanted to say that I think it's
great that you're coming along.

Maybe you could
check the attitude?

Don't tell me you're
afraid to fly.

- Nope. It's more like I'm… anxious.
- 'Cause you're scared.

No. It's just that I'm not comfortable
when I don't have any control.

I mean, we're all
stuck in here, right?

The mask comes down, you
strap it on, and… pfft!

You're pretty much going down.

You should take your
shoes off for circulation.

Because your feet'll
swell up if you don't.

I'm fine like this, Amparo.
But I need to get a beer now.

- No, Richi.
- Excuse me.

- Please, may I?
- How long since you had any? Keep going.

But it's eight more fucking
hours stuck in this tin can.

Hey! We can talk.

Come on. You go first.

Come on.

I think Romeu could go by a
different name since he left.

After the Expo there's
not a trace of the guy.

No. Not that stuff.

I want you to tell me
about yourself, okay?

What you do when you're
not running around,

helping widows catch criminals.

I drink beer.

Álvaro and I were having an
argument… the last time we talked.

Jesus.

- That's tough.
- Yeah.

Even more so because we
pretty much never argued.

He was always so sweet.
It was hard to get angry.

But on the day… before the, um…

the explosion,

we had a big blowout.

Our worst one ever.

Why? You don't have to
say if you don't want to.

It's a tough one.

There was this one gray-and-blue
sweater he wore all the time.

I wanted to take
it to the cleaners.

I couldn't find it. I
called his brother's house

to ask my sister-in-law if he'd left
it during his Thursday night card game.

"Thursday what?" she said.

My mind started going
100 miles an hour.

Because I was under the impression
my husband was there every Thursday.

"Amparo, he doesn't come
on Thursdays," she said.

He did for a while, but
it's been a long time.

It was awkward.

Can you picture the humiliation?

Yeah, I was married.

When Álvaro got home from work that night,
I told him all about the conversation.

I wanted to give him a
chance to explain things.

Álvaro, where do
you go on Thursdays?

"You know, I go to play
poker at my brother's house."

I already knew that was bullshit, so
the next day, I… went to his office.

Mostly to confirm my doubts.

If he was having an affair,
then he should be man enough

to tell it like it is.

It wasn't that, Amparo.

I called on my way.

I was giving him hell
over the phone when the…

It's so fucked, Richi.

I'm the one who's being cheated
on, and I carry the guilt.

Álvaro wasn't cheating on you.

How would you know?

Because he was at our
meetings every Thursday.

What?

Alcoholics Anonymous.

He went for years. He was
committed, unlike some of us.

- What are you talking about, Richi?
- Álvaro was my sponsor.

Why would he be involved with AA, though?
Doesn't make sense. He didn't drink.

He was allergic.

He… was in AA for 18 years.

Since before you met.
I thought you knew.

- Yes?
- It's Robledo. We met yesterday.

Right. You trampled
my crime scene.

- Are you busy right now?
- What do you think?

The report that you sent
me, I just took a look.

The print? Right?

Yes. I'm going to need
more solid information.

- It'll be ready for you tomorrow.
- Tomorrow doesn't work.

Yeah, but I don't work
for you or overnight.

- Just regular hours.
- Mm-hmm.

Like us and probably like the
killer, with his union rules and all.

We'll have plenty of time.

- I'm not following.
- I'm trying to tell you, I need your help.

Well, nice save, Commissioner.

- Thank you.
- I'll do what I can.

What the fuck are
you doing, man?

- Sorry.
- Fucking crazy.

Ouch.

Are you all right?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's all good.
- Hmm.

Get some sleep.

- Robledo.
- You got it?

It's the only one like it among
3,400 models. It's a Pro Focus.

- It's a what?
- It's a Pro Focus.

- Guess you're not into kicks?
- If that's code for shoes, no, I'm not.

It's a copy of a
model from 1968.

Beautiful. Email me that
report, then go get some sleep.

If I'd known you were tagging along,
I'd have booked something nicer.

- Hi.
- I have a reservation. Two rooms.

Sorry, sir. This is a
reservation for one room.

Yeah, I know. But I
need two rooms now.

This is a booking for one room.

We know, but he's asking
you for another room.

- And we'll pay you separately.
- I'm sorry, ma'am. We're all booked up.

- We can try somewhere else.
- I'm too exhausted.

- This is my key?
- Yup. Gator suite.

Thank you.

Hasta la vista.

Is that a bloodstain?

No, Amparo. It's just
the colors in the rug.

Brace for the worst.
As the hurricane…

We're gonna stay somewhere else.

- Your alligator.
- Bye.

You're not gonna
find another hotel.

We can't stay in this shithole.

- Everything's closed because of the storm.
- What storm?

Hurricane Elena.
The one on the news.

What's that?

It's a decoy. The Miami
IP address was a setup.

The email could've been
sent from Seville, Madrid.

We can't locate Martínez Romeu
because he isn't listed anywhere,

and he's not on any socials.

We tried going to immigration.

They gave us the runaround,
treated us like shit.

And get this, the entire
city is locking down

for a fucking hurricane!

The fucking universe is
laughing its ass off right now.

What a joke.

You need to stay away
from the windows.

I wanna be the first to know
if he comes after me again.

But if he thinks
you're dead, he won't.

Looks like we need to stay
inside until tomorrow.

What's that?

The maintenance guy said that
we have to board up the windows.

Wait. I'm coming out.

- Amparo, where's the drill? Come on!
- Here it is!

- It's charged. Do I hold this?
- No, no!

- Better you stay inside!
- No! Another board!

Go inside, dammit!

Can't you just fucking
listen to me for once?

- Just drill! Just do it!
- I can't do this!

That's the last one.
Get your ass in there!

Okay!

You think that'll be enough?

I don't want Elena to sweep
us out while we're sleeping.

They're used to hurricanes around
here. This is really just a precaution.

The best thing you can do
is stop worrying and drink.

No. No.

Especially if you can't join me.

Amparo, we're in for
a very long night.

One. But only one, I swear.

It might calm my
nerves. You know?

What a shit show.
Florida's getting pounded.

Winds and rain are continuing to pick
up, with Elena expected to hit the coast,

most likely within
the next few hours.

I haven't actually thanked you.

- Thanked me for what?
- Sticking with me.

You could still be in Madrid,

with your job and your
customers, your meetings,

or… whatever it is
that you like to do.

And instead… here you are.

I know this might surprise you,
but this is kind of a notch up.

Who could've ever predicted that we would
get stuck in a shitty motel in Miami!

Armageddon out the window. Oy.

You on a liquid diet, while I go to
town on my favorite kind of snack.

Makes for a pretty romantic
getaway in my book.

- I should've stopped at one.
- It's all good.

If I were you, I'd be
getting that wine bottle.

Not a chance.

I might fly off.

I'm not a man or a
woman… or an animal?

Cookie Monster?

Are you serious?

Jesus, we're acting
like fucking rock stars.

This is all your fault. Don't be
surprised if it's out of control.

You told me I had to
finish this bottle.

- You're a bad boy.
- No, I didn't.

Party animal. It's your fault.

I think that you have had… a
bit too much for your own good.

No. No! I decide what's for my own
good. You don't tell me what to do.

I didn't take orders from Álvaro,
and I won't from you! Know why?

Because I'm a free
woman! And "empowdered"!

No, empowered!

Because I'm not ever backing
down! Don't you fucking laugh!

I've had it with everyone
thinking I'm gonna take shit!

This hurricane locking
us in this shithole!

I'm Amparo Castaño, and I'm
not afraid! And you know why?

- Careful.
- No one and nothing can scare me.

You're disgusted.

No. This is very tempting,
but I don't want you

to wake up in the
morning and regret it.

What's a little drunken
sex between friends?

- Nothing, except I'm not drunk.
- I don't care.

Because I want to, and I'm
pretty sure you want to too.

Look me in the eyes,
tell me I'm wrong.

Let's clean you
up. Lift your head.

No, no. no. I'll do it.

If you get the towel out
of the way, it's better.

Go away.

I'll never drink again.

It's fine. It's just the wind.

- Amparo?
- Good morning. You sleep all right?

Yeah, but from the looks of
it, not quite as well as you.

I should be hungover, but
I've been up for hours.

An idea popped into my
head. I couldn't sleep.

What idea?

What if Romeu doesn't go by that? What
if he's going by his wife's name now?

Which is why they
couldn't find him.

He might not be under "Romeu."

- Mm… Right. So we try Immigration again?
- Yeah, it worked.

I said it was for
an inheritance.

You lied to Immigration?

I learned in Seville,
the truth doesn't help.

Not always.

The guy said he'd cross-reference his
name in the system and let me know.

So I'm thinking your little
ruse is about as helpful to us

as a sergeant making
sure I'm not a stalker.

She did her job.

245 FLAMINGOS AVE.

And so did the guy on the phone.

The sun's out. We
leave in ten minutes.

Give me just a second.

- Hello?
- Hi. Carmen with Forensics in Seville.

- You remember me?
- Yes, of course.

How could I possibly forget you?

I was kidding. I got more information
I thought you'd like to know.

That poor cleaning woman?
She woke from her coma.

Is this it?

Yeah.

Halfway around the
world to end up here.

You know what? I think it's safe to
say the money didn't really last.

Excuse me. Sorry to disturb you.
We're looking for… a friend of ours.

Yeah, yeah. I know, I
know, I know. Hold on.

Who the fuck are you?

Hi. We're looking for a friend.

- A Spanish friend?
- Yes.

- Do I look that Spanish?
- Yes.

Is it possible to talk
to José Luis Martínez?

- No, it isn't.
- It won't take very long.

- You're too late.
- Are you his wife?

- What are you after?
- We just have a few questions.

Do you know when he
might be back, maybe?

I don't think he will.

- Did you split up?
- My husband passed on.

I'm sorry.

- When?
- A little over five years ago.

And what did he die from?

I got mad, and I fed
him to the crocs.

Old joke. Fucking
cancer got him.

Was this his business?

God, no. He came from Spain
with a hefty inheritance.

He used it to open his
first martial arts school.

And we built it up to the point
where we had 53 across the States.

- What happened?
- Medical bills took a heavy toll.

We lost everything.

And now you, uh…
raise… crocodiles?

Yeah, but we have
gators and caimans too.

Bodybuilding is mostly
just for fun these days.

Girl's gotta make a living.

- Yeah.
- Of course.

What brings you here?

- We're doing research.
- Right.

We're working on a story for a
magazine about the Expo in Seville.

Your husband worked
security? Pretty big job.

Um… sorry, I gotta get going.

Just one tiny detail.

Would you mind showing us your
husband's death certificate?

I'm calling with potentially
good news. Rosa's awake now.

I'll probably get an official reprimand
for coming here, but I don't give a shit.

I want to know how
she's involved.

Hi, Rosa. I'm Commissioner Robledo.
I'm looking into the explosion.

Your condition is serious, and
you sustained major injuries.

You were lucky to survive.

They told me that any effort is hard
for you, but I need you to try for me.

I need to know what happened. What
did you see before the bomb went off?

- Try to remember.
- Nothing.

- What's that?
- I saw nothing!

Are you sure?

I went in the office…
and it exploded.

And why were you in
Fernando Victoria's office?

You weren't supposed to be there,
were you? Why were you in there?

Because…

I… planted the bomb there!

Two milligrams, stat!

You need to leave the room, sir.

I don't believe a word she said.
She tells me she saw nothing,

then tells me she blew
the thing up herself.

Obviously, she's lying,
or it's the medication.

She's trying to
protect someone else.

So the big question is,
who exactly and why?

You have to. Please

That was a whirlwind, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Listen. Um…

- Do you want to...
- No.

I'd rather not, thank you.

Wake me up when we
land, would you?

Hey!

Are you nuts? Hey!

Hey!

Hey! How the fuck
did he get in there?

Stop!

Jesus Christ! You're mine now!

After that guy.

You have to take
the first in line.

This is a matter of life and
death! After that motorcycle!

- Yes?
- Richi.

I saw the guy that we're after.

- Hold on.
- What is it?

The hospital.

After he killed Rosa.
I… I followed him out.

All the way to La Cartuja.

Wait, did you go
alone? Where are you?

A warehouse with a tower.

It's full of Curros.

- I followed Rosa there.
- Robledo, you need to listen to me.

Get your ass out of there
immediately and call for backup.

Got it? This guy's
too dangerous.

The guy's here.

Robledo? Robledo?

He got cut off. Let's go.

Subtitle translation
by: Soledad Etchemendy