All language subtitles for DMZ S01E03

Home base, bitches!

Odi's it!

Come on! Come on! Go, go!

Hey, hey, hey! No tag-backs.

No tag-backs, cheater.

Ha ha ha! Come on!

Come on. Come on.

I don't have all fucking day, Odi!

You're it!

- Not it!
- Hey!

You said no tag-backs.

Hey, guys. Hey, look. It's Zee.

What's going on?

Zee!

Zee, what are you doing here?

I have a house call in the area.

- You want to play?
- Oh. Careful, though.

Odi's a punk-ass cheat.

Heh. Sorry. I'm working.

She's too busy now that she's famous.

Next time. Promise.

Heh Heh. Okay. Come on.
Let's keep playing.

Yeah. Sorry. I'm working, too.

Hey.

So who's that you're
always hanging out with?

My friend Nico.

What's her story?

I don't know.

We just hang out and
steal shit together.

So you don't know anything about her,

like, where she's from or anything?

We don't talk about that stuff.

You know, that is what friends do.

You know, they talk about
things with each other.

Maybe you should try it.

Does she know anything about you?

Yeah. That I'm good at
finding hiding spots.

Well, what do you like to
do for fun beyond stealing?

Sometimes, I guess...

I like looking at the stars.

I bet you Nico would love to hear that.

You should tell her.

- Man, that sounds stupid.
- No.

So we're talking.

Means we're friends, right?

Absolutely.

Hey. Would you go ahead?

I'll catch up with you.

It's okay.

You following me now?

You know we got eyes everywhere, girl.

You're, what, playing at the grassroots,

making these house calls?

There are forces way bigger
than you involved here,

and they've already set the outcome.

That's your warning.

You done?

You shouldn't have come back.

You're all right.

Hey, Alma.

Oh. Thank Christ.

We got a stab wound in
one, flu, I think, in two,

and a gangrene foot
wandering around somewhere.

Where were you?

Uh, the hasids.

Rabbi had COPD.

Any new house calls come in?

Hey, kid. We got messes in both halls

that need to be mopped up. Go.

He shouldn't be doing that.

We're not a fucking orphanage.

He lives here, he works here.

Okay. Well, I'll do then.

While you're out on house calls?

No. Before I leave.

Alma, I inherited a horror show.

We're barely managing. I need help here.

So do these people out there.

Take this one. Heart trouble.

That's handled. We got a guy who goes

to the red militia each
week. It's a whole thing.

Well, I'm doing it now.

They are not gonna vote for Wilson,

house call or not.

People said that about Oona.

You said that about the samaritans

and the hasids.

Come on. I changed that.

By buying votes with aid?

You've been here all of, what, 4 days?

These are real people

who have lived here through it all,

and they believe what you say,

not Wilson, you.

Well, that's good.

Wilson protects people's
access to health care.

That means a safe clinic.

Look. No more lacking meds.

Well, I've seen enough to know

Wilson is no Messiah.

Just saying.

You better know what you're doing

beyond getting that man elected.

Thank you.

Hey, you.

No more work for you. Get out of here.

But Alexis said...

Go. Have fun.

Go talk with your friend.

Another house call for you.

This one's got a chauffeur.

Alma. Heh. Heh Heh.

Thank you for coming.

Of course.

Alma, I'd like to
introduce you to Susie.

She heard about you becoming

my most effective new supporter.

I'm afraid I'm to blame for your visit.

So lovely to meet you.

She wanted to extend her gratitude.

I've never seen him so meek.

So... you're the mother

of the man who would be king?

I'm not his mother.

I just took care of him.

Now he takes care of me.

You're quite the mover.

Is that what Wilson told you?

It's what I see with my own eyes,

why are you making allies for us?

We have a... shared interest.

There's no need to be guarded with me.

A shared interest in what?

Stopping Parco.

I see.

Then what?

Oh, I'm not in this for myself,
if that's the impression.

Of course not.

It's all for your son, he tells me.

- Yes.
- You believe you can

win him back.

- Yes.
- Back to what?

Once you have what you've come for,

you'll make no further
claim on this place

for you or your son?

Oh, if you're worried
that I'm gonna demand

- something more for my help...
- I'm not worried.

I'm curious if you
know what you're sowing.

Do you not want Wilson in charge?

I am not young enough to believe that

anything depends on
any one man in charge.

You don't believe one ruler
is better than the other.

I think one ruler is the problem.

From up close, they're
different, perhaps.

Moment to moment,

but that's just an illusion,

like the charade at City Hall.

From above, no.

All men who rule by
and for themselves alone

will succumb.

In the end, the cycle is the cycle.

Then what's the point,

if it's all the same in the end?

You remind me of myself.

You know, I've been
through a revolution.

I believed there was a difference.

I believed in the incorruptibility

of one great ruler,

and I picked up a gun to serve Mao

for what he said was right,

and I fired at people he told me to,

and my belief...

Orphaned a child.

I took his parents,
and I took my atonement,

and I raised him out of
the mess that I created

with my belief.

I ask you this only
because no one asked me

before it was too late.

What will you do when you leave orphans?

Are you prepared to stay and raise them?

Ahem.

You want to know what happens
after I win my son back?

I leave. That's it.

Look, this isn't my war here.

Pity.

We are so fortunate to have
such a bright, young woman

behind our cause.

Yeah. She's the best.

Been trying to show her
what we might be together.

As I explained to Susie,

my only pursuit here
is my son, nothing more.

Look. I, um...

I need to show you something.

The name!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Stop!

What is this?

I have a small problem.

Someone's been stealing my gold

because this one here has
been leaking information.

- Unh!
- Now he doesn't want

to give me the thief's
name, which I understand.

A man must have a code.

It's good of you...

But I don't need his name...

Because you...

You're gonna give me the thief himself.

Set a meet at the gold cache

at the diner under
Penn Station, sundown.

What are you doing, flexing?

I appreciate your efforts
over the last few days

proselytizing my name.

I'm clear on what I am
to you... means to an end.

What do you care? Votes are votes.

I care, Alma.

If the DMZ's taught me one thing,

it's that there's no
room for pretending here.

No more code switching.

That bullshit's behind us.

I am now ferociously committed

to always being...

Me, and I respect you

too much to have you

under any illusions about what I am.

- No.
- Aah!

The fuck is wrong with you?!

Clean him up, get them out of here.

Do your best.

- Okay. Okay.
- Help me, please.

It's okay.

This is gonna hurt, okay?

It's all gonna hurt.

I just have to...

Okay.

There we go. Okay.

I think that's all of it.

Who's the thief you've been helping?

I know Parco's dealing out gold.

Does your guy work for him?

Look, I take my hands off of this wound,

you bleed out right here,

or I can stitch you up and you live

if you give me the name.

Blood pressure's dropping.

Your heart is slowing.

Who is Wilson going
to find in that diner?

Unh!

Skel.

Okay.

What are you doing?

Oh, my God. You're insane.

_

That's incredible.

Ahh.

What do you think they're
doing out there right now?

- What would you be doing?
- I don't even know.

Walking the dog, yoga?

Yeah. Right. Ahh. Well, maybe.

Putting an amazing dinner on the table

as I get home from a long day?

- Oh, is that what you see?
- Yeah.

Because I see you putting
dinner on the table for me.

Hmm? Yeah.

It looks like rack of lamb.
That's your specialty, right?

I see it now. I'm growing in the yard.

We got a big one because we got 3 kids.

- Two kids.
- So far.

Oh! Pfff! Ha ha!

We're gonna take them
to Storm King on sunday,

see some sculptures,

you know, get some culture

because we're not raising heathens.

I don't want to do this.

I'm sorry. I got carried away.

My dad was keen on art...

Classical music,

film.

That was his line,

to raise me with culture,

and now I have Wilson,
who thinks all the culture

I need is right here in his Chinatown.

Are you ready to talk about him?

You don't ever want to go home,

you're leaving your stuff behind.

Wilson worked for my dad.

He took him in when I was little,

and then... Dad died

in the early days of the war.

I was 14...

And Wilson just took to protecting me

like I was his own,
like my dad would want,

he says.

Has he hurt you?

It's not like that.

He has this thing, like...

Wants to honor me, exalt me.

He tells people that I'm his niece,

his princess.

I'm not even chinese, but...

I live in his gilded prison,

which is why I don't
feel like rubbing my nose

in the kind of freedom I'll never have.

You're your father's son,

and I'm Wilson's ward.

Outside of whatever this is,

it's all we're ever allowed to be.

What if we could leave?

- I said I'm not playing.
- No.

I mean it.

I don't know how,

but I could explore, make contacts,

maybe buy off some soldiers.

Listen, I'm good for it.

If there was a way,
would you go with me?

Would you?

Yes.

Christian!

Who is that?

No one.

Christian!

Fuck.

- How are you still here?
- Where's Skel?

Hey!

If this were my city,
you'd already be dead.

Where is he?

Look. I need to know
now. He's in trouble.

How about I pass him along
the message when I see him?

How about you fucking
tell me exactly where he is

right now before I throw you
down these fucking stairs?

Stop!

It's okay. She's okay.

How far along are you?

None of your business.

- Do you know for sure?
- How the fuck would I know?

You got a stick I can pee on?

Do you want to be pregnant?

What I want is for you to leave.

As soon as you tell me where he is

or Parco.

Skel's gonna walk into a trap, Carmen.

I have to get to him before sundown,

or they're gonna kill him.

Who is?

Wilson.

Let me get this straight.

You've been here 4 days,

you think Parco's
this evil motherfucker.

Then you roll out, turn on the faucets,

tell everybody in town
to vote for Wilson,

and now Wilson quiere matar a tu hijo?

Heh! And you called me a dumb bitch?

I saw a play to get to Skel.

I was very wrong.

You think?

And you'll understand this

in about...

7 months, by my eye.

I only care about my son.

Wilson, Parco,

they're all the same toxic shit!

- You think I don't know that?
- Then what are you doing?!

One of those guys
keeps me and mine safe.

You take out Parco, where you gonna be

when Wilson comes to cut my head off?

And who you think looked after
Skel when you were gone, huh?

Parco? Get the fuck outta here!

Me! I did!

You want me to be grateful?

You know, I thought my worst nightmare

was losing my son.

Turns out my worst nightmare

is realizing he turned
out just like my ex,

and I can thank you in part for that!

- Me?!
- Fuck, yes!

What is your fucking problem?!

My whole goddamn life,

what is it about me
that you hate? Parco?

Parco? Jesus!

I don't hate you.

I just know that you're
smarter than this!

You could be running this
whole thing if you wanted,

but you're choosing the easy way.

I'm choosing survival,

protection.

Now you've got someone to protect,

and you and I both know more
intimately than anyone else

what it's like to love someone

so self-serving and dangerous.

You hung around this long.

That takes power, resolve,

but you need to know something.

I made a choice!

A choice you're gonna
have to make soon, too.

It's Parco

or it's your child.

That's it.

Look, I don't know where Skel is...

And I don't know when Parco
will be back from the yards...

But you could come back
later and ask him yourself.

Our old yards?

Thank you, Carmen.

Just get the fuck out of my house!

You sure it's here?

My brother said it used
to be somewhere around here.

Somewhere around...

Heh! There.

Come on.

Have you ever seen
something so beautiful?

Hey, I got dibs on the regular kind.

You can have the diet shit.

Oh, wait.

Yo!

Looking good, baby girl,

but you got to be stupid

because my turf ain't
a place for babysitting.

Forget it, man. Let's go.

Yo, dummy.

I'm talking to you.

That's my friend!

Apologize.

I said apologize.

Pshh. This bitch is just fronting.

- Shit!
- Man, she crazy!

Fine, dude. I'm sorry.

"I'll never talk to
you like that again."

Say it!

I'll never talk to you like that again.

Have some respect.

Leave.

One day left, y'all. You decide yet?

You want to be as
free-flowing as a water hose

in Wilson's decentralized kingdom

or a unified state in Parco's world?

And if you think this contest
doesn't matter, peep this.

My river rats spotted U.S. troops

heading to the southern
bridges, and those FSA trolls

been clogging up the Hudson.

This election's got
the outside sweating,

so tomorrow, cast your
stone and make it known.

You keep it real

and always keep it dope.

Well, that's a thing of beauty.

Gentlemen, you done good, baby.

All right. Thank you, Uncle Sam.

- My boys, coming through again.
- Hey, listen.

Strength. Let's get 'em coming through.

You.

You don't go away, do you?

Are those U.S. soldiers?

Just playing the cards we got.

Come on. Get the fuck out of here.

What happened to you?

You went from Iraq to Fordham law

and then wasted your
chance. Now, 20 years later,

you're still slinging
shit in these yards?

You know we're only here because of you.

That shit you pulled cost us

key support, and now
we got to buy it back.

- Oh.
- See, that's your problem.

Always has been. You never know

when to stay out of people's
faces. Do you understa...

You know what your problem is?

You always underestimated me.

Parco!

Parco! We got company!

It's Alma! She saw everything!

Alma, where you at?

Come on. I'm not gonna hurt you.

This ain't your fight.

You don't even live here anymore, huh?

But now... I mean, now
you've seen the measures

I've had to take.

I mean, I had this election all tied up.

Then you show up,

try to take my boy.

Now come on out. Let's talk about this.

Maybe you won't get hurt.

Alma, don't run!

Hey! Hey! Don't fucking shoot!

Go get her! Go fucking get her!

Do not let her get away!

It's one woman!

What does it take?! Do I
got to do this shit myself?!

Aah!

I said hold your fucking fire!

That's that pickup truck

from that fucking clinic Downtown.

Cast a wide net! Every
fucking crew that's ours!

A brick of gold to anybody who gets me

a 20 on that bitch
by the end of the day!

God, I miss this. Here.

I'm not sharing this with anyone,

not even my brother.

Just you and me.

Your brother take care of you?

You mean like a dad?

Not really, no.

What about Zee?

She like your stepmom now?

Is a stepmom like

when you get a new Mom

if your old one dies?

I think so. Yeah.

Come any closer, bitch, I got
a loaded gold gun right here!

You...

You showed me a kindness.

I know this guy. He's harmless.

And I would like to show
you a kindness of my own.

It's a treasure, really.

Okay. Come on.

Come. Come on.

Come on.

What the actual fuck?

It's magic.

It's all magic.

It's portals.

I'm trying to save them,

trying to save as much as I can,

keep the blind from
using Picasso as kindling.

You some sort of artist or something?

I was a security guard at the Met.

I got to go to work surrounded

by these windows

into other universes.

Okay. Come on.

Sit. Come on.

Okay. There you are.

Now...

Up you look.

It's called "The Starry Night,"

world's most famous work of art.

We may be in a war zone,

but at this moment, we 3

are the most privileged
people in the entire world,

just us

and God, here.

Don't shoot me.

Is this a fucking setup?

Yes.

Err!

Shh!

Wilson found out your inside guy.

But you can still get away.

He's not expecting me.

I'll go outside.

You can run.

I don't believe you.

Christian, I'm not lying to you.

I'm not part of this.

You think you're doing
good by your father,

but you don't even know the
fucking rules of the game

that you're playing.

Parco's in bed with the U.S.

- Bullshit.
- I saw him

getting guns and explosives
from U.S. soldiers

hours ago, up at the yards.

Cesar was there, Joaquin, a few others.

He's lying, which means

everything he's made
you believe you are,

what you're doing right now...

Was all for a lie.

You don't have to let
him use you anymore.

Hey, Christian.

Christian!

Drop it! Freeze!

Unreal.

I cannot believe

Parco sent the royal
prince out to do this shit.

Please.

If you want to kill him,
you're gonna have to kill me.

Alma, I'd never.

This kind of leverage works
best in mint condition.

Oh, and very clever to
pull that information

from a dying man. It's...

Ruthless. My God.

Feels like something I'd do.

Wilson...

Just let him go.

He's my son. You don't need to do this.

You're right...

But, uh...

Talk about a feather in my cap, huh?

I'm not leaving his side.

Fantastic!

I can give you a safe space
to, you know, deprogram him

or whatever, win him back.

You've seen my methods. I can even help.

I warned you about me.

Always wanted to see you up close.

Eh, it's the pores.

See, when you can see the pores,

that's when you see
that even the big bads

are just... people.

You know, I remember you
when she'd bring you to work.

You always got so excited
about all the candies

in the vending machines.

She'd call you, uh...

Chris. Yeah.

And you seemed like a good kid, Chris.

Pretty damn remarkable what
this place has done to us.

Unh!

You got a good Mom.

You should be less of a dick to her.

Escort these two to the car.

The Kollectiv will be good with two ARS.

- I'll handle them.
- What about the traders?

4 handguns and a couple
of nuggets of gold will do.

Well, what the fuck?

We got a line on her.
Diner under Penn Station.

- Let's go.
- Parco.

Now! We can't risk what she saw.

Skel was there

and Wilson with his crew.

Must have been a gold drop.

Wilson took him, Parco.

And she was a part of it?

Little kid didn't say.

Rally everyone. Bring the RPG.

I'm gonna kill that
Chinese motherfucker.

You look at me and
feel sorry, don't you?

I can feel it.

But the truth is you never even knew me.

I was good.

I got the grades,

I smiled,

gave a firm handshake,

but you never trusted me.

I just didn't want you
growing up like I did.

You didn't want that.

You.

I was doing my best.

I know I made mistakes.

That what you tell yourself?

That day I came back

with my hand tattooed

after hanging with Dad,

what did I tell you?

What did I tell you?

That he made you feel scared.

There was a reason.

You told me that
he had unregistered guns.

And that scared me.

I was honest with you,

just like you wanted me to be.

You called the cops on him.

You got him arrested.

- I was protecting you.
- You betrayed me!

You want to know the one thing

I was thinking on evacuation day?

"What's gonna happen to Dad?

He's locked up."

I was just a kid,

but I made a choice.

I went to save him

because you put him there.

We both did.

I had no idea, Skel.

You don't even know what
that name is, do you?

Yes, I do.

It was your tag,

the name you wrote on walls,

doodled in your notebooks.

I remember it was the name you put

on your application to art and design.

Your acceptance letter
read, "dear Skel."

It was a good name.

It was a good name.

It was your name.

Parco knew that.

Must have felt good when he'd say it.

Is that why you crawled under his wing

when he opened it up to you,

why you let him steal
that name from you?

He made me what I
needed to be to survive.

No, you don't believe that.

I can see it in your eyes.

Things I've done.

I have seen you create
such incredible beauty

- with your hands...
- Stop trying to make

yourself feel better!

Hey!

You don't talk to me like that.

You think I'm here to
make myself feel better?

I've nearly killed
myself looking for you!

8 years!

No. You know what?

Maybe I'm an idiot.

Maybe you don't deserve saving.

Maybe you're just a
goddamn fiction in my head.

For once, you're right about something.

Now please...

Leave.

Hey.

What's going on?

Kings are here to pick a fight.

Wanted to give you the heads-up.

We'll need to use some of your supply.

It'll get ugly.

Where's the rank and file?

Outside. Ready.

Where'd you get all these guns?

God bless the free states of America.

- Susie was right.
- What?

The cycle is the cycle.

Are you ready for a war?

Yeah!

Run! Run!

They insult us!

They imprisoned one of our own!

We're gonna end this here tonight!

You ready to take this thing?!

Give me a corridor right
down the center to the gate.

20-foot blast radius.
Cesar, right here.

Let's go!

In there. Go get him!

Agh! Fuck!

You know, I tried to play it civil...

But the truth is...

I always wanted to sort
this out with blood and bone.

Well, you are a sucker
for punishment, ain't you?

Did you fuck him?

You being in bed with him and all?

I'm kidding.

I don't give a shit

about you or what
you're trying to do here.

It's...

A gentle breeze.

It's nothing,

but you do have a choice
you have to make now...

Go back to where you came from
or learn to live in my world.

- Hmm.
- Ya tú sabes.

I can make you pretty comfortable here.

What we had

once upon a time...

It was so good.

We were family.

It's sad how it shook out.

You were always so confident,

so... cocky in a good way.

You at your best.

I felt like I didn't
need a single thing...

But that was pre-war Parco,

and what did I know?

I do know that that guy

would have never let
anyone pull his strings.

No, no, no. See, that's
where you're wrong, baby.

I ain't no puppet.

It's the U.S. that needs me.

There's a whole wide war out there,

and for what?

For this land,

this symbol of progress, of america,

and it's mine.

That's leverage.

No, it's ignorance.

I've seen what the U.S.
thinks of this place,

how they treat people
who chose to stay here.

You give them even the
slightest toehold here,

and it's over for
everyone, including you.

What we had was good,

and you know you'll
always be family to me.

It's game over. I won,

so let me tell you what you're gonna do.

You're gonna run away from
here as fast as you can

and don't you ever let me
see you again because if I do,

it'll be the last, and the only thing

you'll see as your life
leaves you, are these eyes

staring down on you just like this.

No.

No. No. Don't stay here. Let's go.

Come on. Christian.

- Let's go.
- Please.

- Now! Let's go!
- No! Don't choose this!

- Don't choose this! No!
- Now!

I think your mother's got you twisted up

about what's what.

I'm a little unsteady about you, boy.

So...

Time to declare.

This is his fight...

Not yours.

Show me who you are.

You don't have to do this, Christian.

All hail the king.