All language subtitles for leopard.skin.s01e03.1080p.web.h264-glhf_track3_[eng]

[Film reel buzzing]

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Max: The Sisters
Of The Holy Tears Convent

had taken in Archie's mother
when she was orphaned

and Archie always felt
a great affinity for them.

So after the Loswaki massacre,

he thought it would be
an interesting and safe subject

for Alba to tackle.

- The nuns were a hoot.

For every natural event,

there was a supernatural
interpretation.

If a butterfly
flew in the window,

they'd declare
"A letter will arrive today."

If milk boiled over
on the stove,

they'd say, "We must be careful,

someone
in the sisterhood is sick."

They all played the lottery
a lot, but never won.

-And they insisted on traveling
without anyone else,

always, didn't they?

- Yes, they made me drive my car
behind their bus.

- The, uh, the weather
for the day of the field trip

called for a cloudless,
sunny day.

- Yes.

[Thunder roars]

Max: After the accident,
Alba lost track of time.

She felt hollow.

She grew tired.

She would gaze
at the birds in the ocean

and felt deeply moved by
the life humming inside them.

Alba: I dropped my guard.

I knew there were
magical moments to cling to

and I felt alert
towards the things around me,

especially the birds.

But it's as if someone
got inside my body at night,

not sexually, but like,

a scientist got in there
and rewired all my parts

but didn't put them
back in the right place.

[Glass clatters]

Maybe less of a scientist

and more
of a Mexican electrician,

someone accustomed
to improvising.

And when I looked in the mirror

I could see
the difference right away.

After three days,
the evidence was undeniable.

I had started losing luminosity.

I would lie out in the sun
trying to soak in nature,

but I was fading fast.

I lost track of time.

I lost track of everything.

[Water splashing]

I felt like I was melting.

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[Water blooping]

Being a trained documentarian,
I could think of no other option

than to photograph
my deterioration

before it was too late.

Every day,
I photographed my face,

paying close
attention to my eyes.

I was a bit astonished
I could bear the spectacle.

I felt like
a corpse being eaten by worms.

What was I looking
for in these photos?

I don't know.

I felt there
was something there,

but I couldn't tell you what.

I can't remember a single
conversation with my husband

during those two months.

All I remember is
one time saying out loud...

I think we're floundering.

Max: 63 days after she began

her reflective
self-portrait series,

her husband
started having an affair

with a local restaurant hostess.

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[Birds chirping]

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- Hi.

- Hi.

- Can I ask you something?

- My plate is full,
but I can spare a minute.

- What are you doing?

- What does it look like?

- Don't make me feel stupider
than I already do.

- There is a joke
to be made here,

but I can't remember jokes.

Oh, wait, there's one I like.

A waiter is
serving a plate of beans

and drops it
on the customer's lap,

so he says, "Oh, oh,
I spilled the beans."

I'm Batista,
but everybody calls me Batty.

Who are you?

- Alba.

- Oh, dear.
You are Archie's ex.

- Is... is that what he said?

- He told me about you.

- I am so sorry
about those nuns in the bus.

Are you feeling better
after your breakdown?

I'm only trying to get a tan,
to answer your initial question.

I did not mean to upset you.

- You didn't.

- Well, you're upset.

- Here we go
round the prickly pear.

- Excuse me?

- This is my house, yes?

- Archie said you and he
had worked everything out,

but if there's some stuff
you need to pick up

or if you want to take a look
around the place one last time,

by all means.

- To be honest,
right this minute,

I'm not thinking
about either of those things.

- I've never been
in this situation before.

I'm trying to put myself
in your shoes.

- Oh.
[chuckles]

Well, don't worry
if it doesn't work out.

- Let me get you some water.

Inocencia!

- Ms. Alba.

- You know this person?

- We just met.

- Well, we met last week

when Archie
brought me over to meet you.

You seem a little pale.
Are you feeling sick?

- At the moment, no.
But it doesn't look good.

- Inocencia, water.
Quickly, please.

- Terrible accent.

- We can both agree
that your pride is wounded

and that might be clouding
your outlook on things,

so accept
the water and get going.

- Thank you.

[Water splashes]

- You missed most of my face.

Plus, we're in a beach house.

I am not wearing any clothes.

So none of this behavior
is doing anything

except making you seem sadder...

and blinder.

I am not the reason Archie
fell out of love with you.

I'm the shoulder he cries on.

Yes, I give him a hard-on,
but mostly I listen to him,

and in return, he pampers me
and he takes care of me.

- The eyes are not here.

There are no eyes here.

In this valley of dying stars.

In this hollow valley.

This broken jaw
of our lost kingdoms.

[Chuckles]

- I don't know that song,
I'm sorry.

- I don't want your charity
and understanding.

[Birds chirping]

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Alba: What is a marriage anyway?

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I moved into
a small apartment

in a sorry little town

not far,
but a million miles away.

I met a young trumpet player.

He was almost never home.
It was perfect.

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We fucked.
We fought.

[Indistinct argument]

One morning
I found his heroin stash.

That sounds like the beginning
of a strange time and it was.

What if you never thought
you were the kind of person

who has an addictive personality
and then found out you were?

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[Bell tinkling]

Eventually I went to a shaman
in the jungle to clean up.

He gave me better drugs.
Natural ones.

The first flower, he called it.

[bells tinkling]

I had a vision.

Not one.
Many.

But basically one
in many different variations.

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[Electricity crackles]

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[Water gurgling]

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When I returned to my senses,

I remembered many things
I never knew before.

Number one:
my grandmother was a psychic.

She had the gift.

And when I was a child,
one night she came into my room

and whispered
something in my ear.

Blue smoke came out of her mouth

and swirled
in front of my eyes...

I can still remember it.
The smoke spelled out a word.

The word was "death."

I didn't know what it meant

but I knew
it meant something important.

[Door opens]

- Miss Alba!
[Chuckles]

- [Sighs]
I have these dreams, Inocencia.

Horrible things.
You wouldn't believe it.

How are things here?

- It's not the same without you.

- Does he seem happy?

- I don't know.
- Does she seem happy?

- I don't know.

- What do they do?

- He's away on business
more than usual.

She gets drunk
and dances by herself,

watches Kung Fu movies,
and cries.

- How does she treat you?

- Uh, she doesn't like me.

She accuses me
of stealing her things.

- Inocencia, that's terrible.

- Nothing I can't handle.
But tell me about you.

You have lost weight,
but not in a good way.

- [Chuckles] I can always count
on you to tell me the truth.

- Are you on
a military diet

or have you become a junkie?

- I went through a phase,
but I'm on the other side.

- God knows you've been
through a lot

to develop many addictions.

Drugs are not
for the weak of heart.

You wake up one morning
and your hair is on fire.

Are you still
taking photographs?

- No, no. Thankfully, no.
How is your family?

- Good.
- Yeah?

- My nephew Raimundo.
- Raimundo?

- Yeah, my sister's son.
[chuckles]

He's a little wild,
but so smart.

He's grown into
a proper young man.

He's thinking about college.
[laughs] Can you imagine?

The first in the family.
Where did we go wrong?

- Inocencia.
- Yes?

- Is there anything
strange going on here?

- Well, with Archibaldo,

everything is a little strange,
you know this.

- I'm afraid...

No, I'm convinced
she's in terrible danger.

How?

I'm convinced he will kill her.

Let me show you something.

[Footsteps]

[Clattering]

[Bottle thuds]

[Chair slides]

- What is it?

- I took a pinch to my village.

I showed it to my uncle Ulises,
he's a pharmacist.

He knows everything
about chemicals and poisons.

He told me this comes
from a Japanese fish

that rich people
pay a lot of money

to eat in restaurants,

but if it goes
into your bloodstream

a certain way,

it paralyzes you.

- You think he's poisoning her?

- I think she is poisoning him.

Alba: What?
Inosencia: Hmm.

I saw it two weeks ago,
with my very own eyes.

Alba: Are you sure?
Inosencia: I saw her.

[Spoon clinking]

[Clattering]

- But it's so clear
in my dreams.

She's in danger.

- Maybe your dream
is an inverse prediction.

It happens.

[Clock ticking]

Alba: A week later, I returned.

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[Humming]

[Singing in Spanish]

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[Liquid pouring]

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[Indistinct TV conversation]

[Sighs]

[Sobs]

- Ah, you scared me.
Batty: Did I?

Tell me about your visitor.

- What visitor?

- Let me explain to you
something about me

that you may not
have figured out.

I hate thieves and I hate liars.

- Me, too.

You know, that reminds me
of what Doña Leticia

- was telling to her daughter...
- You don't understand.

- What?

- It must be a drag,
living on scraps,

on whatever
the hot shots let fall.

Spend your entire
existence watching others

get what they want,

while you're stuck here
watching TV.

- Have I done something
to upset you?

- As I was saying,

living in self-respecting
poverty is insulting,

no matter how you slice it.

But see,
I think life must be lived

according to your own terms.

Otherwise, it is my belief,
it's not worth living at all.

What are you drinking?

- Tea.

- May I have a sip?

- You won't like it,
it's gone cold.

But I can make you a new one.

- Let's get realistic,
Inocencia.

-Mm-hm.

- I know you don't like me
and I have a few reasons

not to trust
you a hundred percent.

And you've worked
for Archie since forever,

but I think it's time
for you to move on.

- Is this some kind of game?
- Yes.

It's called
"stop lying to my face."

I know Alba was here
visiting you today.

- No, not today.

- Oh, not today, but other days?

How often does she swing by?

- Well, she came one day.

- But not today.
- No.

- You swear to God.

- I don't take
the Lord's name in vain. No.

- So I'm just being paranoid,
is that it?

- I didn't say that,

but, um, you've been acting
a little nervous lately.

You know, like what you said
about the coconuts this morning.

- Oh, please.
I said I was wondering

if other people
were also paranoid

about coconuts
falling on their heads.

This is something
completely different,

and you know that!

- If you say so.

- I want you
to pack your bags and go.

- [Nervous chuckle]
I'm sorry. You can't just...

- Are you telling me
what I can and cannot do with

my own staff?

- No.

- My staff who steals
my husband's gold watches

and rings and my jewelry
when she thinks I'm not looking?

- I have never stolen anything
in my entire life.

- Goodbye, Inocencia.

- Please.

Don't do this, please.

- Oh, oh, okay.

Are you gonna cry like a baby?

You are fired.

Alba: Two weeks later,
he was dead.

MILLIONAIRE
ARCHIBALDO DE LA COLMENA

HAD HIS LAST DRINK

THE SAD WIDOW

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[Crickets chirping]

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[Fridge door clicks open]

[Fridge door closes]

[Chair scrapes]

[Bottle thuds]

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[Coughs]

[Laughs]

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[Exhales]

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[Birds chirping]

[Thunder roars]

[Rain falling]

[Wind blowing]

[Thunder rumbling]

[Doorbell rings]

[Door opens]

- Alba.

- I heard about your loss.

- Can you please not...?

- When you make a documentary,

the main question is
where to put the camera.

Choose correctly,

the subject will reveal
itself organically

and your job is
to stay out of the way.

But no matter what you choose,

there is no overestimating
good luck.

- I am sorry your brain is mush.
I truly am.

You should get
professional help.

But I'm grieving,
this is not a good time.

- I know.
I'm sorry.

Here.

- What is it?

- I know you have very strong
personal feelings about me,

but I want to offer you
my deepest condolences.

- Will you stop it
with the mud already?

What is this?

- It's a movie.

A documentary filmed
from two angles.

One right here,
where it sees you

poisoning Archie's Negroni
three different times

until you got the amount
just right, but then...

And this is where the stroke
of luck comes in.

Right there on the edge
of the gazebo,

looking at the pool,
exactly where he collapses

once the poison surges
through his veins

into his heart.

It remains on this fixed-line,

exactly where you dragged him
to the wheelbarrow

and wheeled him
down to the shore,

where you dumped him.
[Chuckles]

It's uncanny,
when you think of the odds.

But it's all there.

It shows how much effort
it took you to strip him naked.

Then without a doubt,
the most surprising moment

was when you're about
to position him face down

so he'll drown

and you notice his erection

and you can't resist
kissing it goodbye

with such vigorous tenderness.

In that unguarded moment,
I understood you.

Love is rare
because it rarely happens

but some part of you,

the deepest animal
part of you, loved him.

He came and went
in his final moment.

- What...?

What? What do you want?

[Rain falling]

[Chair scraping]

- I want you to see the movie.

There's another copy
in my lawyer's office,

of course, with instructions,

should I suddenly disappear.

I imagine
the Mexican Justice System

will throw every law
and every book

they ever read at you.

Patriarchal societies
do not take kindly

to national treasure
macho philanthropists

being murdered by their wives.

Especially foreigners
like you and me.

I would guess the sentence
they agree upon

will reach into
the multiple lifetimes,

piled on top of one another
and served consecutively

with no possibility of parole

if only to make sure
restaurant hostesses everywhere

get the message loud and clear.

- I'm sorry.

What can I do?
Tell me what I can do.

I... I will do anything
you want, please.

Please don't let them
take me to jail.

Please. Please.

[Cries]

Please, please.

What can I do?
You gotta tell me what I can do.

You have to give me
a chance, please.

I want you to listen to me,
please.

I-I can do anything you want.

I can-- I can--
I can do anything you want.

I can live
with any terms you-you-you...

Tell me what to do, please.

I can bear anything
as long as it's not jail.

[Sobbing]
Please. Please. I beg you.

I beg you, please. Please.

[Batty sobbing]
I beg you, please.

- Stop crying.

Right now.

[Batty sobbing]

Stop.

[intense music]

Clean my boots.

- Of course.

- With your tongue.

[lips smacking against rubber]

Everyone has
a sadistic streak.

You learn that quick

when you have someone
at your mercy.

Malone: You little bitch.
[Slap]

[Alba grunts]

You had one job.

- Easy, partner.

- Or what? You understand
how this works, yes?

The more witnesses we have,

the more witnesses
we have to take care of.

Congratulations.

You just signed
her death sentence.

- Why don't we discuss
this away from the children?

- Hey! Hey!

What's your name?

- Inocencia.

- Inocencia, quit cleaning shit

and just go sit in the bathtub
with the others.

- I always knew
it would end badly for you.

- Sweet of you to say.

- Who are you?

- Nobody.

- Everybody is somebody.

- Not me.
I'm too hungover.

Malone: Keep quiet in there!

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