All language subtitles for 1992.S01E05

I can't move it
without making noise.

- No, Richi. I don't think it's down there.
- It has to be.

- There's gotta be a way. Richi!
- Would you shut it? We have to.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

- Richi!
- Hold on. I'll call him.

Come on.

Robledo, answer the
phone, for fuck's sake.

Answer your phone. Come on, man.

- Richi.
- I've got another idea.

- What?
- Stand up.

- I'm going to look around.
- Don't ask me to wait.

- Let me do this! He's over there.
- Richi! No!

- No! I'm going with you!
- All right. Fine.

- Easy, easy.
- Together, Richi. Together.

- Let's go.
- Where?

- Watch it.
- I'm all right. I'm all right.

Together, remember? Stay close.

What the fuck?!

Don't touch anything. We need
to call the local police. Now.

Try not to look, okay?

Something moved. Over there.

- I saw something. It moved.
- There's nothing.

You again!

Hey!

- Are you okay?
- Yeah. Run! Get him!

Looks like it's gonna
be one of those nights.

I lost my bet on
Betis, and now you two.

- Nobody told me you were bleeding.
- Can I see Richi?

After we're finished here.

Why did you run away?

Ricardo, I asked why
you were running.

I was chasing the guy. He
attacked us and got away.

You think it's the Curro Killer?

How did you know the
commissioner was there?

- Because he told us.
- On the phone?

- Yes.
- He fell after?

He was pushed off the roof.

- You were close enough to see?
- No.

Why else would he be there? To
get a better view of the Giralda?

Excuse me. Antúnez!

You were arrested
in Madrid last week.

They say you threatened the
minister of the interior.

- I wanted to warn him.
- About?

It's complicated, but someone is
going to try to kill Palacios.

Are you in therapy?

Have you taken any drugs
in the last 24 hours?

- No.
- No, what?

- No therapy, or you haven't taken drugs?
- No to both.

You were discharged from the police
force because of alcohol. Is that right?

It's in my file.

Your attitude's not very
helpful. Quite the opposite.

It's making things worse. A
fellow officer was killed.

This is not a game.

If you'd called us
instead of playing hero,

Robledo would probably
be alive right now.

POLICE RECORD

"156 Mirlo Street,
Los Pajaritos."

Was your inspector
a hard-ass too?

I mean, he treated me more
like a suspect than a witness.

It's a huge part of police work.

This is bullshit, Richi.
They're doing nothing.

- What's our next move?
- Go back to the hotel.

- I mean, for the case.
- Amparo, drop it for now. Please.

Dang it, Richi.

Carmen, I need you to get on the guy
who mugged the old geezer and took off.

Sorry. Mm. I'm still on Robledo.

- The Curro thing is off to Madrid.
- No.

- As soon as they heard the name Palacios…
- You can't be serious.

I spent the entire weekend
looking at shoe prints.

What? While I was
sunning at the beach?

You just gotta move
on. Case closed.

What happened? You
weren't like this.

How was I?

Like those two?

Come on, Richi! We
can't just drop it.

Couple of wackos.

He was a better cop than I was.

At first, I didn't
really like the guy

because I got the impression
he was an uptight asshole.

But he was one of the good ones.

Fucking hell.

I dragged him into this shit,
and look how he ended up.

I wasn't… Richi.

Hey, hey. We have to get into
the cleaning lady's apartment.

- I'm sure she knew the killer.
- Just leave me out of this.

- Haven't you had enough?
- No.

Well, I'm done
with it. It's over.

I'm not helping you anymore.

Rosa Fuentes lived in Los Pajaritos.
I saw the address in her file.

- You know that area's a hellhole?
- Yes, I do. And I'm going.

Perfect. Good luck. You
can show yourself out.

All right. Stay here.

Continue straight ahead.

In 20 meters, turn left.

Turn left here.

Turn right here.

Continue straight ahead.

You have arrived at
your destination.

You got any spare change, lady?

No. I don't. Sorry.

- Larger bills, from the looks of you.
- Buddy, I'm not afraid of you, okay?

If you want to come after
me, do it. I'm in a hurry.

Hey, all I wanted was
a little money, okay?

You don't have to
get all violent.

Listen, can you help me? Do
you know how to pick a lock?

- Do I look like MacGyver?
- I can pay you 50 to get it open.

I can't fuckin' open it. I
don't have a key, so I can't.

Come on. Why would you leave that
there? You're something else.

I don't know…

Give me the cash, and
I'll show you another way.

Is this it?

Did you think it was
the presidential palace?

She always leaves the door open
so the cats can come and go.

Do you have some kind of ladder?

Hop on.

Come. Get on. I don't
wanna look at your panties.

I haven't gotten this
thing up in years.

All right, fine.

Okay, up you go.
Yeah. Push off me.

Go on. Almost.

- Are you good?
- Yes. I got it.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

- Why are you here?
- Why are you? This isn't your house.

I'm looking for the Chanel
I lent to my friend.

- What's a Chanel?
- Nothing. I make jokes when I'm nervous.

My buddies love a good laugh.

Come. They really
want to meet you.

What are you talking about?

- Let's get to know each other.
- No!

Come on! We just want to talk!

We're all in a really good
mood right now, sweetheart!

You don't want to ruin that.

Open the door!

Come on!

Open the door, sweetheart!

Open the door!

Amparo, open up.

Go away!

Relax, I'm a cop.

Open the fucking door!

Behind me. Glued to my
ass. My name's Carmen.

A pleasure.

Back up, all of you.

- Go on.
- We can take her.

You do not want to hurt us.

Let's go.

Stay where you are.

I told you. Stay away.

Fuck. Shit.

- Leave us alone, okay?
- Hey!

- Relax. Up the stairs, now.
- Right.

- Get 'em!
- Don't move.

Silver car. Right here.

- This is it. Get inside.
- Just leave!

Get out of here!

You bitches! Fuck off!

Fucking cop bitches!

We're good. Now that we
haven't been massacred,

you can tell me what possessed
you to come out here alone.

You did it. You had options.

Weren't you supposed to
call backup or something?

I followed you from the
hotel, but I'm not on duty.

Your husband died in an explosion,
and you were working with Robledo?

- Yes.
- I'm willing to help you.

If you're interested.

- Yes.
- Yeah?

- Yeah.
- Cool.

This kid really has a
thing for the Curro, huh?

Look at the dates.
I doubt he's a kid.

- True.
- Look.

'95.

I was… wondering how
much you know about him.

About who?

- Uh, Commissioner Robledo.
- Oh.

I'm not sure I know anything,
really. We only met last week.

Right. He never mentioned
if he was married…

- No, he didn't.
- If he had a family…

Mm. I don't know anything.

Right. I think we had
some kind of connection.

I was just wondering.

He was serious, meticulous…

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Not much got by him, either.

Ah.

Wait. There was a tape missing.

A friend and I and Robledo went
to the archives on the Expo.

And there was a box of tapes
from every day except one.

- Someone took it. To hide something.
- You're not busy right now, are you?

Fuck me.

Two of you?

All we're missing is the
hitchhiking ghost, for fuck's sake.

- Antonio. You remember me, right?
- Uh, you're…

It was dark, but I was here.

Unfortunately, I forgot the
keys to my apartment. You know?

I don't think so. Nobody brought
keys to the lost and found lately.

It's not the keys.
It's the keychain.

My husband gave it to me.
It's very sentimental.

It'll be super quick. I
don't know what's happening.

I lose everything.

- I get it. I'm getting forgetful.
- Really?

- Uh-huh. The other day, I lost my glasses.
- Mm-hmm.

I looked for at least an hour. It
turns out they're on top of my head.

Isn't that ridiculous?

- I do that.
- Me too.

Now, this way.

I'm pretty sure we ended up
over there in those rows.

- Does that ring a bell? No?
- Mm-mm.

Up in there. It's looking
familiar. Let's see.

The cleaning crew's come by.
They didn't find anything.

You never know. I'll take
a look, just in case.

- Okay, I remember leaving my purse here.
- Mm.

And then we just started looking
into boxes. All of these.

Yes! These big doors. What I
did was set my purse down here.

A bit further.

And, um… I looked around here.

- Then I went to have a cigarette.
- Are you serious?

I know I shouldn't. Sometimes
I smoke when I'm nervous.

So when I reached into my
purse, the keys fell out.

Maybe you could look
over there? Huh?

- The next row? Thanks.
- I'll look. And I won't find a thing.

- Here goes.
- Look around. Check everywhere.

Did you see them?
Have a good look.

Oh! Look, look, look!

- You see something in there?
- Yes.

- There. I see them.
- Sure?

When we heard the explosion,

we started running, I kicked
them, and they ended up in there.

- Stuck. You see? See?
- Yes, I do.

- It's them.
- But the problem is, um…

They're too far. We have
to call maintenance.

I can't reach, and I'm not
allowed to move these alone.

I'm just a security guard.
I don't touch the stacks.

This stuff is historical.

- I can't go in there.
- I get it. It's your job.

- Reports to file.
- Yeah. But I can see them.

- I can't.
- Those are mine. Right there.

- No.
- We could try maintenance.

But first, I have an idea.

I'd do it myself, but I
kind of banged up my knee.

- Give it a try?
- All right. I get it.

- Use your crutch.
- I'll try. Yes.

- Fantastic. I appreciate it. Yes.
- Hold on.

I know you can. I have a
good feeling about this.

Bend down.

Yeah. Bend, and I think you'll be
closer. If you crouch down, it'll help.

- A little more. That should do it.
- More? I can't. No.

- Too much! A bit higher.
- It's too far. I can't.

You're so close. I can
tell. Maybe a bit higher.

- Reach in.
- I can't reach further.

I don't wanna lose my balance.

You're so, so close. No!

- No? Do you want me to get them out?
- Sorry. I'm excited you almost have them.

Please, keep doing
that! You've got them.

- Get your hands on them.
- No, I already told you.

Just a little more
effort. Yes! Yes!

Yes, yes! Yes! Yes,
yes! You have them!

But it's too narrow. We have
to move the whole section.

Well, I'm happy
to give it a shot.

Well, if you don't mind.
They haven't been greased.

- Show me how. Here?
- Yes.

- On three.
- Okay.

Go.

I told you… they
haven't greased them.

Push!

There we go.

There.

- Much better.
- Ah! My leg.

- You got them.
- Good God. That was awful.

Here's your keychain.

And your buddy's here.
Thanks for nothing.

- Are you satisfied?
- Yes. I owe you, Antonio.

- Good.
- Yes.

Glad to hear it.

- You're an angel.
- Bye.

Thank you.

Bye.

So now what? These aren't much use.
I don't have anything to play them.

I'll have to get someone at
headquarters to help us out...

I know a guy. He'll
be able to help us.

- DV tapes?
- Mm-hmm.

I can try to put it on a drive
for you, but no promises, okay?

- We need it this afternoon.
- This afternoon's impossible.

I have a business. I can't.
Minimum, a week to do these.

Don't want me to shut
you down? Make it work.

Shut me down? For what
infraction, officer?

- Racial profiling? Ever heard of that?
- Mm?

If I plug this shit in,
and it doesn't work,

I'll be up your ass with a
court order to shut you down.

I'm friends with the judge.

That'll be 19.95.

Why don't you bastards
fuck off into the light,

and leave me the fuck alone?

I… I tried to help you to pay you back
for everything you did for me… but now…

I don't know if… if I'm
still doing it for you.

And I know that it's wrong.

I didn't want it to happen, but
that's… that's what's happening.

And… and that's it!
And I've told you!

- Please go in peace!
- Why are you drinking?

Because… Because my life
is fucking miserable.

And… because the only people
around me are fuckin' dead guys!

I mean, look at him!

You want some more?

My wife and daughter are gone.

Yes, but they didn't
die in a car accident.

- What accident?
- No, no, no.

You just… shut it!
You're hardly even cold!

Why'd you lie? Why did you
say the wife and child died?

I haven't lied to
anyone. I haven't lied.

I just want a shot of absinthe
and fuck everything else!

You've been drinking.

Only two beers.

The worst part is that you have the
balls to think you're okay to drive.

I can drive. Why are you always
trying to stir up the drama?

- Pull over.
- Mom doesn't want you driving.

I'm not pulling over
in the rain, María.

- But I would rather drive. Pull over.
- Dad, please.

Jesus! Always making a scene,
aren't you? You live for this shit.

- Busting my balls in front of the kid.
- Stop! Can you pull over? Let me drive!

Keep your hands off the wheel!

That's all of them?

- You work here?
- I do. Each day, I despair a little more.

I'm on leave due to stress. I'm
sorry, but I've never been so tired.

Yeah, I hear you.

I just spent a week looking up
sneakers, and my boss said to drop it.

That was the trigger.

Oh… Let's see… what
we have on here.

Shit. Did you see the size of these files?
Five terabytes of video will take forever.

You like coffee?

I'll go get us some.

But what we should do is
put number seven drive in.

If the guy at the store did them in
order, it should be February of '92.

Eight is gone. And that
would be part of February.

Right.

Play that double speed,
like WhatsApp voice notes?

No. The other video.

Fast-forward again.

- More.
- Hold on.

Keep going.

How about we try going
to the last file?

It would make more sense to go to the
part just before the missing video.

- What?
- You'd make a damn good detective.

Is that a party?

I'm getting some '90s
stag vibe or something.

- Strange.
- Creepy.

- Who is it?
- Maybe some random assholes.

They're leaving.
Play another video.

Jesus, they really are creepy.

Are those hookers?

I mean, it's not a judgment
or anything like that.

They're just
clearly prostitutes.

The miniskirts, the shoes, the
purses, the overall look they have.

- It is what it is.
- And?

- That's it. Video's over.
- Hold on a second.

- Rewind it. Go back.
- Where? Which part?

No way.

- Carmen.
- Yeah?

Hang on. Look.

- Ah.
- It's them, isn't it?

Fuck.

PAID

- Okay, so this is Rosa.
- Right.

The poor woman's dead.

So now how do we find out
who the other two are?

Where to start?

I'm assuming that they're
not still working as hookers.

I mean, independent sex workers.

Don't you have some kind
of program or software

that does facial recognition to
show what people look like today?

Guess not.

That gives me an
idea, though. Hold on.

- That's outside the Flamingo.
- What's that?

- It's a strip club and brothel.
- You know it?

Of course. It's been
around. Everyone knows it.

Do you have lipstick?

These bastards should all be
neutered. They make me fucking sick.

- I think I need a drink.
- Me too.

My treat.

- Hello.
- Hey.

You're the two new
girls from Albacete?

- I… will have a whiskey coke. And you?
- Mm… Vodka Red Bull.

I won't narc, but if the boss sees
you together, he'll be pissed.

Thanks. That's great.

- We're looking for these girls.
- Mm-hm.

Can you… tell us who they are?

- You're not the girls from Albacete.
- Do you know who they are?

- It's about a significant inheritance.
- Uh-huh.

I've never seen them.

They're a bit older. Picture
them more like young grandmas.

- They worked here during the Expo.
- During the Expo?

I wasn't even born yet when
that shit was going on.

Honey? You new here?

- What's your name, sweetheart?
- Lulu.

How about we get a room, Lulu?,
and leave these lovebirds behind?

How about you two get us
a couple of drinks, hon?

- We'll get to know each other.
- All I wanna know is, can you fuck?

Are you regulars?
You come here a lot?

Regular enough to know that
I want a piece of that ass.

- Oh shit.
- He put his hand on my ass.

- Crazy bitch hit me!
- What's going on, Paco?

What's going on? Is your new
whore doesn't know the rules.

- Hey.
- It's time to go. Come on.

You know you can't touch
unless you pay, huh?

- Thank you.
- Thanks, my ass.

- You two, Jackie Chans, let's go.
- A second.

- After you. Come on.
- Where to?

- Ramiro wants to see you. Go.
- Huh?

PAY TO: RAMIRO EXPÓSITO LUENGO

OWNER OF A SEVILLE
BROTHEL TO TRIAL

"I'M AN HONEST ENTREPRENEUR
LIKE ANY OTHER."

Fucking sons of bitches.

- Boss?
- What?

You said you didn't want us letting
women in unless they work for you.

- You know that is unconstitutional?
- What is?

Discrimination, according to
gender or race or religion.

Are you one of those frigid
feminists from social services?

No. She's a lawyer.

Mm-hmm.

I represent the estate of Rosa Fuentes.
She worked at the Flamingo years ago.

She left a bit of money in her will.
We're having issues trying to find heirs.

You got a set on
you, sweetheart.

With your imagination, I
could triple my numbers here.

Don't even think about
touching me, Ramiro.

Listen.

This woman here.

You know her?

I don't know any of these girls.

The nun in the trench
coat, how does she fit in?

I'm an inspector.

I work in the Forensics Brigade of
the Seville Police, Homicide section.

And I'm Pope Francis.
Nice to meet you.

Hmm.

My lawyer friend and I will
screw Your Holiness so hard

that those soft balls of
yours might finally drop down.

- First, show me your badge.
- I left it at home.

She's on medical
leave for stress.

José, are you two pulling some
prank? Where'd you get these two?

February '92.

- It's him.
- It is!

- The Expo.
- It's him!

Take away their phones
and get rid of them. Now.

- Don't touch me!
- Move.

- You're hurting me. Hands off.
- Get off!

Hey! What are you doing? Let go!

Do you know what the penalty
is for killing police officers?

And if you have a record, it's
worse! They'll put you away forever.

Shut your fucking mouth.

I can give you money.

My husband had shares.
Just name your price.

- Jesus!
- Please! I have a son!

We gotta go! Come on!

Holy shit.

- Jesus.
- What was that?

At the academy, I was the worst
fighter, so I took a self-defense class.

500 big ones.

It was money well spent. I'm
sorry I got you into this.

I'm not. I'm having
the time of my life.

- Hey.
- What?

There's a woman looking at us.

What are you doing here? Hmm?

What do you want?

- Look.
- Not here.

- These girls.
- It's dangerous.

Richi…

Richi, for the love of God.

I'm trying not to be seen since
you're supposed to be dead, right?

I thought you were that
psycho coming for me.

I want to discuss
Ramiro Expósito.

Ramiro who?

The scumbag who owns most strip
clubs and brothels in Andalusia.

That Ramiro.

I haven't had the pleasure.

Ramiro Expósito Luengo.

Not long after the end of the Expo,
this guy got 100 million pesetas.

- Why's that?
- It wasn't exactly like that.

The bill's for
creating a webpage.

It was big then.

I'm not here to shoot the
breeze. I'm not an idiot.

The owner of a strip
club, expert webmaster?

- I don't know who approved the invoice.
- For fuck's sake.

Look at the signature.

Doesn't ring any bells? Hmm?

You don't wanna talk?

Have it your way.

End of story.

I'll just take this
chair… out to the street.

Where everyone can
see you're alive.

Now, in case you've forgotten,

there's a killer who
can't wait to see you.

When he does, he'll put a Curro
up your asshole and roast you.

Quite the picture.

But in the end, this is your
fucking problem, isn't it?

I couldn't care less.

You can never tell anyone
what I'm about to tell you.

Margarita… Rosa…

and Azucena María
González Vargas.

Me. We were always together.

Everyone thought it was funny all
three of us were named after flowers.

Oh. We took this picture on our third
day in Seville to show our families

how well we're doing here.

Our employers brought
us from Colombia.

I knew what we were here for.

Rosa kinda knew.

But our poor Marga…

She thought she was gonna be
a waitress in a fancy club.

The guys running the club didn't
like the girls sticking together.

The more alone we
were, the better.

But we were friends.

We were always there
for one another.

And when Marga had a customer,

we'd make sure that her
son wasn't left alone.

In here.

What are you reading?

- Those guys lived like kings.
- None for me, thanks.

They were partying
almost every night.

I'm not talking about the restaurants
I got invited to once in a while.

That was nothing.

Marijuana… cocaine… I was
just a lowly assistant.

You've already said that
a few times, Mr. Victoria.

When new partners or potential
promoters would come into town…

they got them prostitutes.

It wasn't good or bad, it was… all
part of doing business in those days.

One night, to celebrate
I don't recall what,

they made the
girls come to them.

There was enough cocaine
to make a ski slope.

How much longer?

- Ten minutes.
- Another ten minutes?

- Patience is a virtue.
- All right.

I like whores who
take their time.

Oh!

That's how you open a bottle of
champagne you can afford to waste!

- Am I pouring you one?
- Congrats, Fernando.

You're on your best
behavior. You get seconds.

We want you to let
loose. Have fun for once.

He's gonna finish
even faster than you!

You like it hard, don't you?

Crazy fucker!

You're an animal.

- Listen.
- What?

We'll wear these so
they don't recognize us.

Don't be leaving me the ugly
one like last time, assholes.

Put this on. That way,
you won't be the ugly one.

I'm gonna bring the bottle.

One for the road!

Showtime!

I can't see shit
with this thing on.

Ramiro always
accompanied the girls.

That night, they
brought all three of us.

And since Marga didn't have
anyone to leave her son with,

she had to bring him along.

I'm not running a
fuckin' daycare.

Why the hell didn't you
leave the boy at the club?

What the fuck, girls?

It's done now. Just move on.
Come on. Go on! Get a move on.

Not you, idiot. You stay
with me. Your mom's working.

- Let's do this.
- There they are. About time.

Only three? We gotta share.

That was last-minute.

Hey, assholes. Not so fast.

I'm not gonna be
the one to miss out.

The brunette is mine.

They were a big deal because
they were all wearing masks.

- So we couldn't see their faces.
- I like that one.

Hola.

You come with me, honey.

You're stuck with me a little while.
I'll show you a place with better birds.

- Move it. Go on.
- We're gonna have a good time.

- Oh yeah. Great!
- No, I like this better.

Take a look at this.
It's nice, huh?

The Pavilion of Discoveries.

Yeah!

- Come in.
- You're hot. Take that off.

- That's it. Closer.
- You like champagne?

- Yeah? You like that?
- A drink?

Pour her a drink.

Take off your jacket.

Gentlemen, we are
heading upstairs.

Isn't it beautiful?

There's hope, progress,
success, achievement,

dream, change!

Welcome to the Expo of 1992!

Come over. This way.

On the table. Doggy style.

- What's going on?
- What the hell?

- What was that?
- You stay here. Both of you.

What the fuck happened, Esteban?

When it happened, I wasn't even
in the room. That's the truth.

The minister… I understand
a few more things now.

- When I saw…
- Fernando?

She's dead, sir.

…I couldn't believe it.

What? Why are you running?

- Come on. We need to move.
- Marga!

Come on! To the
parking lot! Hurry up!

They put us all in a car to go
back to the club… except Marga.

- But, Marga!
- Rosa, we need to move.

All five of us just stared at the
girl. They didn't know what to do.

If the story got out,
everything would go to shit.

- All of our jobs, the Expo…
- An accident.

- Get that straight.
- And our lives.

- Where's Mama?
- Stay with us, Víctor!

- Where is she?
- Come here.

Get in the car. Come on!
Hurry up. You! Come here!

We went to the only person
who could make it go away.

- Get in!
- I don't want to!

Oh.

He agreed to help us in exchange
for a huge amount of money.

You can all go home. I got
it. I'll call you later.

Get out.

Esteban, out.

We'd already blown the
entire budget for the Expo.

To pay him off, we had to ask
the government for the money.

He came up with the idea
of sabotaging the ship.

Curro! Curro! Curro!

Yeah!

Curro! Curro! Curro!
Curro! Curro! Curro!

It was the perfect occasion
to talk to the minister.

But when he told us
we were on our own…

Burning down the pavilion
killed two birds with one stone.

The government
coughed up the money,

and it allowed us to cover up
all traces of the dead girl.

Don't look at me like that.

We all have skeletons
in our closets, son.

I followed the
orders I was given.

That's the last time
we ever saw our friend.

And her son?

We tried to keep him with
us. He ran off to find her.

Back to the Expo?

Víctor! Víctor!

Víctor!

What happened to you?

Rosa took care of him.
She was better than me.

And he changed her life.

MR. PALACIOS

MR. PALACIOS

PAY

Oh my God, you're filming this?

Come on, kid. It's this way.

I don't have all night.
Come on! Move it.

You'll get to see
something no one's seen.

What's the matter? You
scared to go down there?

Come on.

See? What did I tell you?

You hang out in here
till your mom's finished.

Just don't break anything.

Víctor!

- Where's my mom?
- Your mother's busy. Go on!

Have you seen my mom?

Mom! Mom!

Mom! Mom!

- Now what?
- What?

- How do we tell him?
- Shh!

- We need...
- What? How do you tell me what?

Nothing.

Mom, heaven's waiting.

You can go, Mom.

Ten…

Nine…

Eight… Seven…

- Stay in there!
- Six…

Five…

Subtitle translation
by: Soledad Etchemendy