All language subtitles for 1992.S01E06

No, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no!

What have you
done, motherfucker?

God damn it!

Hello?

- I know who the killer is, Richi.
- Amparo?

I thought you were dead, for fuck's
sake. You scared the shit out of me!

Before the Expo was
supposed to open,

those assholes were
partying like fiends.

And they killed a
prostitute by accident.

Yes, I know. A woman they
brought in from Colombia.

The head of security
made her body disappear

when he set fire
to the pavilion.

They paid him off with the
money from the government.

- How do you know more than I do?
- Victoria told me the whole story.

Un-fucking-believable.

Did he mention that the woman's
15-year-old son saw it all?

No, he didn't.

Do you think… that
he's the killer?

- The woman's kid?
- Hell yeah!

Hold on. Wait a second.

Why would he try to get revenge 30
years later? It doesn't make sense.

Do we care, Richi?

The minister killed
the kid's mother,

and it looks like the kid's
saving Palacios for last.

We need to warn the minister
that he's next. We have to.

Jesus. You have no idea the
mess I'm looking at right now.

I'll meet you at Santa
Justa in half an hour, okay?

I'm leaving. See you soon.

I don't understand why you
refuse to bring in the police.

Whatever you did then, the statute
of limitations has run out.

If I do, he'll
publish the video.

This asshole's got me by the
balls. There's only one way out.

He's killed all the others.
I'm the only one left.

Anyone can go around killing
some washed-up entrepreneurs.

It's a completely different
thing to assassinate a minister!

Usually.

But what he did to them?
He burned them all alive.

This guy has no limits.

If I don't pay,
he's coming here.

- You don't have that kind of cash.
- Think I don't know that?

And the party isn't gonna
help you like in the old days.

They're looking for an
excuse to throw you aside.

Fuck. I know I'm
on thin ice here.

Uh, my wife, Teresa.

- Hello. You have a nice day.
- Hi.

Thanks. You too.

Shh.

Talk to Teresa.

My wife doesn't have
the money either.

She might not. But her family.

They do.

That's Marga, the mom, and this one
is the Chef who found us after we…

Because I nudged this guy.

I broke her nose, but
it wasn't on purpose.

So then they put us in
there, and I saw Ramiro,

and sussed him out,
and he was like…

They're gonna kill me.
Are you listening to me?

- Huh?
- Are you listening at all?

- Who is Carmen?
- She came to the rescue at Rosa's.

- When I went there.
- Oh, her.

I recognized the guy from a
video, and he got nervous.

So the next thing you know, we're outside
with the bouncers planning to kill us.

And then Carmen whips out her
Taser. It all happened so fast.

If anyone sees you,
it'll ruin everything.

This is our only chance
to end this, you hear me?

- Yes, sir.
- Nothing's sure 'til it's done!

This has to be a secret.

No one can see you. Follow
instructions, or I hunt you down.

- Understood.
- All right.

I'll make it up to you,
darling. You're saving my life.

The poor thing is so scared.

It'll be done soon.

This is the number
of the locker.

And this is the key for it.

When you're finished, call me right
away from the station on this.

Don't even think of
using the ministry phone.

- This will be over soon. I guarantee it.
- I'm counting on it.

- It's done, sir.
- Are you sure no one saw you?

I'm sure. We're all good.

Excellent.

I can finally breathe again.

- Hmm.
- It's all done.

That's good, Esteban.

I'm the luckiest man in
the world to have you.

Mm…

I don't know what would happen to me
if you weren't by my side, sweetheart.

We have a couple of hours until
we have to be at this reception.

Mm… no, sweetheart.

You go take a few minutes
to jerk off in the bathroom

and picture the miserable whore
you managed to fuck to death.

And you, leave me alone.

Look at this freak.

What the hell?

Hey, turn around. This
is private property.

- Stop! Don't move!
- Down on the ground, now!

UNKNOWN NUMBER

- Hello?
- He's coming for you.

- Who's coming?
- He's gonna kill you now.

He's at your front door.

Why the hell is he here? I
delivered the money, asshole!

If you don't kill this guy
today, sooner or later,

Minister, he's
going to kill you.

Who is this? Why are
you telling me this?

Hello? Hello?

- Nacho, thank God.
- Sir?

I don't want you out of my sight for
a minute. You need to get up here.

- Shift change is in 15 minutes, sir.
- Screw the shifts! Get up here!

You just make sure you
have everything covered.

I won't let you hurt us!

Teresa!

Wait for me, please!
Teresa, wait!

Teresa! Don't close the door!

Teresa! Open the door!

Open it! Teresa! Open
the goddamn door, please!

Please! Please!

Open the fucking door! Teresa!

Teresa, please!

Teresa, open the door! Teresa,
please open it! Please do it!

Teresa! Open the
fucking door! Please!

Teresa, please,
open it! Have mercy!

No.

No, please don't!

I'm begging you!
Please! Please don't.

Shit.

Richi!

- Hey!
- Fuck!

You all right?

Excuse me. Are you okay?

- No. Don't look that way.
- You okay?

- Don't. Sit down.
- Christ.

- Sit down.
- Hang on. I'll take those.

We're here. You're safe.

- I'm so sorry for your loss.
- I know you.

You were arrested at my
husband's book signing.

All I wanted was to let
him know he was in danger.

- If they'd taken me seriously...
- Your husband was involved in a cover-up.

- In the death...
- Esteban killed a prostitute. I know.

- I'm not paying another cent of blackmail.
- Listen closely.

The guy who came in to kill both
of you… is the dead woman's son.

He's on some sort
of revenge mission

to kill everyone involved
in his mother's death.

This has to be kept secret.

If this gets out, it will destroy
the reputation that my husband built.

The reputation he built? That's
what you're worried about?

If it means that mine
suffers because of it.

You know, what your
husband and his friends did

made me a widow.

That man killed my
husband, you hear me?

You're the ones who called earlier
to tell my husband he was coming?

Wait, someone called here?

Before he showed up, my husband got a
call warning him the killer was coming.

- Who did?
- I just said I thought it was you.

If it hadn't been for that phone
call, I would be dead now too.

Can you tell us when
that call came in?

My boys, did you miss
your old man, or what?

Hey, what is this? You know
you have to hug me first.

There. That's better.

- Sweetheart.
- Hey.

Mm.

- I missed you.
- What took so long?

Trailer tipped over.
It was a disaster.

Ah.

- Give me a minute?
- Mm-hmm.

You're stalking me now?

I know this isn't your case, Manchado,
but… you need to listen to me.

You're the only
one who can help.

I'm Amparo.

Yeah, I figured.

You're saying there's someone using
the son of the dead prostitute

to extort money

and make it look like the whole
thing's a personal vendetta?

We think so.

If we determine who
called Palacios,

it'll lead us to the sick
bastard pulling the strings.

Let me see… if I got
the whole picture.

First, there's corruption, an
unfortunate death and cover-up,

an assassination,
and a serial killer.

And the cherry on top is you
show up at my house uninvited

to ask me to look at the
minister of the interior's

phone records because you
might be onto something?

Anything else?

No, that pretty much sums it up.

I'm gonna help you.

But this is the last time.

If I get caught, they'll
ship my ass overseas.

And I swear on my wife and kids,
Richi, if you fuck me over,

I will rip those giant
balls of yours right off.

You're the best, Manchado.

USER: MANCHADO9932

Okay, okay, okay.

Hmph. Is this your home office?

Until my kids commandeered it
to play their fuckin' videos.

- Sucker.
- All right. Give me the minister's number.

Here.

I think you should try this one.

- We got there not long after that call.
- Ah…

Area code 954? That's Seville.

GEOLOCATOR SEVILLE

You said five minutes.

- I need a few more, Jorge.
- I told my friends I'd play Fortnite.

Let me do my job
for two seconds.

PHONE BOOTH

It's a fucking phone booth.

And it looks like the only
one left in La Cartuja.

We gotta go back to Seville.

What are you thinking?

Take a guess.

Just tell me.

We don't have a
suspect in sight.

The head of security, cancer.

The stripper club, flambéed.

- Yeah.
- We've got nothing.

And the anonymous phone
call's no help either.

I have a feeling we're
missing something.

Like what?

I swear it was on the tip of my tongue
till I heard that guy crack his beer open.

Now that's all I
can think about.

I'm actually impressed with our
progress. Better than the police.

Tell me about it.

You have to admit, we make a
great pair of investigators.

- Amparo, we're a great pair, period.
- Hmm.

The whole world knows it, baby.

Don't you think the
blackmailer is the key to this?

Someone who was
there from the start.

And knew where to find
money 30 years later.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Last night, when I was walking
up to Victoria's house,

I saw something in his mailbox.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

RGA

It reminded me of a tricky
case I worked on once.

RGA

It involved a firm that handles
high-level financial claims.

"Rivas Guridi Attorneys."
What do they do?

When you owe the
bank a bunch of money

and you end up declaring bankruptcy,
the banks go to this kind of firm

to get the court to
act in their favor.

Are you thinking
Fernando Victoria?

The envelope had this logo.

The man almost died in the
explosion at his office.

- The thing that saved him was you.
- A foolproof alibi.

"I'm totally innocent.
I got hurt by a bomb."

Holy shit. How do we find
out if he's going under?

Through Manchado, but he said
he wasn't gonna go any further.

Hold on.

What is it?

Carmen, I really need a favor.

Can you access Fernando
Victoria's accounts?

Yes. A bankruptcy or
something? His debt history.

Shit!

What is it?

I'm sure it's still warm.
He's just a step ahead of us.

Pisses me off.

- Yes?
- You were right.

Victoria is drowning in debt.

I'm putting you on speaker.

- Go.
- They've been after him.

They just seized his company.

God fucking damn it. He's on the
run. We just have no idea where to.

He's about to get on
a train to Madrid.

How do you know what he's doing?

- Because I can see him.
- You're at the station?

- Am I supposed to stay home?
- Course not. We'll meet you there.

- Who are you talking to?
- Carmen.

He leaves in ten
minutes, so hurry up.

What the hell?

It says we're 16
minutes away by car.

- We'll have to hurry.
- No kidding.

- Manchado?
- I can't find my gun. Did you take it?

- No, no, I'd never do that.
- Damn it, Richi.

- Don't fuck with me!
- I swear I didn't.

- I'm gonna lose my job.
- Did you ask your kids?

- Enough. Come on.
- Listen, man, I…

I'm in a hurry. I
can't talk right now.

- I gotta go.
- God damn it. Who do you think you are?

Did he really say
that to you? No…

- Hi. This is yours.
- Sorry.

Hello, sir. Something for you?

A whiskey, thank you.

We can't hide things
anymore, Fernando.

We need to file for bankruptcy
before the end of this quarter.

Otherwise, you're going to have
a very serious legal problem.

What's the ultimate deadline?

A little over two months.

Thank you.

I understand that I'm
not a minister, miss.

But I'm a very busy
man just the same.

So you cannot expect me to believe that
in the two months I've left messages,

Mr. Palacios hasn't found a few minutes
to get on the phone and fucking call me!

Don't do that.

- I want to know who you took food to.
- I don't understand, Mr. Victoria.

Who'd you take the food
to? Yesterday. After work.

You're feeding him, hmm?
Víctor. The hooker's boy.

He isn't hurting
anyone, sir. He's only…

It's just an
abandoned warehouse.

He was institutionalized, right?

He let me know that he escaped.

The only thing I do is bring him
some food. That's all I know.

Shh, shh, shh.

Don't be scared.

Shh. I only wanna talk to you.

I knew your mother, Víctor.

Shh.

Marga.

What happened to
her was terrible.

Even after all these years,
I've never forgotten.

I've never been able to
get it out of my mind.

I can't even imagine the pain.

How much you must have suffered.

How many tears you cried.

How you must have missed her.

Her dear son.

I tried so many times to
visit you at the hospital.

But they wouldn't let me.

I wanted to know you were okay.

You have a chance to make
all the guilty ones pay

for taking your mother from you.

I will help you
get your vengeance.

The explosion killed
Roberto Valcárcel,

a successful entrepreneur and head of one
of the country's largest retail empires.

As you can see in
the scene behind me,

the explosion devastated
the building where…

BUSINESSMAN DOMINGO
GRANJERO, DEAD

Thank you.

I WANT 3 MILLION EUROS.

IF YOU DON'T PAY, FIRE
WILL REVEAL THE TRUTH…

SEVILLE FIRE BRIGADE

- Richi?
- Amparo Castaño?

Yes, this is she.

This is Fernando Victoria.
You came to my office.

Yes?

We need to meet.

Excuse me, Mr. Victoria?

So sorry, Adolfo.
I'll call you later.

Is there something I can do?

PAY

STATION LOCKER

If you don't kill
this guy today,

sooner or later, Minister,
he's gonna kill you.

Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

What're you doing here?

No… No.

Víctor. I don't know what
they've been telling you,

the ex-cop and his
girlfriend, but it's not true.

Listen to me, okay? They're
taking advantage of you.

You were dead inside. Remember?

Who took care of you?

Who took care of you and
gave you a reason to live?

- Richi.
- Stay there and get down.

Víctor, it was Palacios.
He killed your mother.

He made me cover it up.

It was my job as the minister's
assistant. You understand, son?

Don't you? I have money
here. It's all for you.

Okay? It's yours. Look. It's
yours. Here. It's yours.

- No! No! Listen to me.
- Drop it!

Put that thing down.

Down on the floor.
Put it on the floor.

Víctor, I was a nobody.

You can't go there!

Get up!

- He's getting away!
- Open it! Open it, quick!

- Hurry! Let's go!
- Run!

Come on!

Everybody out! Out! Get out!

Hey! Careful!

Put it down on the
floor slowly, Víctor.

Please, put it down.

You can't go any further.
Look around you. Huh?

Just put it down. It's
over. Do what I ask.

Put it down. Víctor, get it off your back.
Take off the pack and put it down, please!

How far were you standing
when you fired the gun?

Mm… no idea.

Mm… 15, 20 meters? I
really have no idea.

Have you ever fired
a gun before tonight?

- Is this really necessary?
- What does it matter if she has?

- Why don't you let me do my job?
- I'm an officer too.

Then you understand we gather
information by asking questions.

Not when they're in shock.

So, have you ever
fired a gun, ma'am?

Never. I don't think I ever held one. I
picked it up when I saw it lying there.

- You pulled the trigger?
- I had to shoot.

What else was there? Hmm? Stand
there and get burned alive?

- You know who the gun belongs to?
- Yeah, it's my weapon.

I don't believe this.

I run a security business. If you
find my gun, can I get it back?

Once again, your
attitude isn't helping.

You should have called us.

- Maybe this can wait?
- No, we're doing it now. I'm not waiting.

I'm sick of all these people who
think they can ignore protocol

because they think their
work's more important.

Who caught the guy? Us or you?

We follow police standards, so
we're the idiots? Is that it?

Take it easy, damn it. This isn't
the right time. You know it.

COURTHOUSE

- She's coming!
- There she is!

Over here! Mrs. Palacios!
People want to know!

Mrs. Palacios, it was revealed
your husband was implicated

in a possible homicide
and six other crimes,

including extortion of
the Spanish government.

Any comments?

I would first like to
take this opportunity

to congratulate the expertise

and impartiality of our
country's justice system.

My husband was not
an innocent man.

I also want to commend our
excellent police forces

for their quick resolution

of what some called the
Flamethrower Murders.

I would also like to take
this time to announce

that I believe the
only way to make up

for the party's past
mistakes and wrongdoings

is for us to launch the creation of a
new party founded on honesty and trust.

8F NEWS

And to see it to fruition, I
feel that I must declare myself

as the party's candidate
in the upcoming elections.

- Thank you.
- So that's how you do it. She's a sly one.

- You can vote for her.
- I can sleep with your mother.

- Feel free.
- You can't help it, can you?

Tomorrow belongs to
the ballsy fuckers.

- She might even win the election.
- She clearly is minister material.

- And you're dumbass material.
- You think?

Yes.

You have no fucking clue, but you
spout your bullshit like you do.

And basically, it makes me sick.

That's all people in this country do
is spew their opinions like assholes.

They talk just to talk.

It's pitiful.

Someone's gotta bug up his ass.

Too bad no one pays any
attention to you anymore.

For once, you didn't
fuck things up.

- I don't want to do interviews.
- Not this again.

Let's enjoy this.
I propose a toast.

- To our Richi.
- Yeah.

Thank you, Manchado.

Jesus Christ, you know it's bad
luck to toast with water, Zurita.

Quintas, leave the guy alone.

A drop or two never killed anybody,
and you gotta respect the superstition.

I'm just trying to protect his
chances with the grieving widow.

All right, let's do it.

Here.

What the fuck is your problem?
I'm gonna break your face.

- You moron! Asshole!
- Come on, guys! Seriously?

- Knock it off!
- Hey! Whose face are you gonna break?

Quintas, you got
what's coming to you.

- You gotta stop busting people's balls.
- Get off.

Occasionally, Queen Isabella I would
spend the night in this square.

And they say that the
great Cervantes wrote

Don Quixote when he
lived in that house.

And Franco would buy his bread
in the alley over there, I swear.

Richi.

Don't believe a thing she tells
you. It's all a bunch of lies.

So you're a historian
now, are you? Hmm?

I can't help it when they
treat us like idiots.

That hasn't changed.

And you? How are you?

- I started at law school.
- Are you serious?

- Mm-hmm. Yes.
- You're going to university?

Right. They're recognizing
none of my credits,

so I'm starting from
scratch, but it's fine.

I'm going to therapy.

And?

So far, I haven't really
noticed anything special.

But I have been sober
for a couple of months.

Impressive.

Oh. I have a class.

Right now?

Yeah. This is my break in
between, and, as you know,

I'm kind of a nerd
and hate to be late.

Listen, any chance you'd be
interested in dinner sometime?

I remember you said
you love Italian food.

I know a great trattoria
just around the corner.

The only thing is, I'm…

I need to get used to
this new life, you know?

Everything happened so fast.

I've never been on my own.
In my life. You get it?

I can't add anything
to my plate.

I hear you, and I
understand you perfectly.

What I really wanted
to make sure of…

is this isn't the last
time we see each other.

No way, partner.

1992 is a fictional story.
The success of the Expo '92

and the Cartuja Science and
Technology campus is real.

Subtitle translation
by: Soledad Etchemendy