All language subtitles for 30 Coins.S02E02.eng

What was the reason
for your investigation in Pedraza?

We're here to find out
where the people went.

Did the earth swallow them up?

Elena won't get better, not today,
nor tomorrow.

What'll they do to her?
Who has a plan?

I can't say.
Because they're all in Hell.

You'll have something in your hand.

That object, that's what's important.
Protect it. It all depends on it.

Open a portal with a stone?
What the hell does it mean, Antonio?

Sold to our friend and benefactor,
Mr. Christian Barbrow.

ONE YEAR AGO

Vergara, my dear son.

I don't know how to get out of here,
but I'll do it.

You're so stubborn, I love it.

Aren't surface people incredible?
Weak, fickle, useless.

Always suffering perennial sorrow.

Without you, I wouldn't exist.

I provide you with pleasure
and the suffering of desire.

It's my duty.

Stop this nonsense.
What do you want of me?

For centuries, I've supported good
or evil,

according to what is necessary.

However, for the first time,

I'm facing someone new.
You don't know him.

Vergara, that man,
he doesn't want anything.

Worse still,
what he wants is nothing.

30 COINS

NICE, FRANCE

Miss is leaving.

Good morning.

I hope that everything
is to your liking.

After all we've been through,
won't you address me informally?

It's a question of respect.

By the way,
they're only here for your safety.

-You may come and go as you please.
-Thank you.

If you don't like the house,
we can get you another.

There are similar ones
around the area.

-It's all to my liking, don't bother.
-It's no bother.

-And how long must I stay here?
-No, you don't understand.

I'm trying to tell you
that this house is yours.

Excuse me?

The house, the gardens,
the entire grounds, it's all yours.

Indeed, what a surprise.

-And why is that?
-Out of gratitude.

-What have I done to deserve it?
-Well...

while half of the Roman Curia
was groveling on the ground,

begging for a little power,
the coin lay at your feet.

-It chose you.
-Exactly.

You said it yourself. No modesty.

-Shall we eat?
-Let's eat.

From the first moment, I noticed
a connection between us.

-We speak the same language.
-Go ahead.

When you give us the coin,
we'll have a party.

Small, but classy.

I'll introduce you to the members.
There are four of us.

-Four?
-Two in Warsaw and one in Paris.

The other coins are in the hands
of power groups

to whom we don't yet have access.

The idea is to have them all,
as you can imagine.

-Of course.
-We have a plan,

but there'll be time to explain that.

Twenty-seven to go.
It seems difficult.

I count 26.

I still haven't said
if I want to be part of it.

I thought, perhaps, this house
could help you make the decision.

This house and what else?

I don't know, I don't know.
How about...?

-I have a surprise for you.
-Really?

Here he is.

Let me introduce you to Octavio,
your new friend.

Very nice, but I don't--

Let's say, he's totally yours,
like the sports car.

Mine? And what does that mean?

You can do whatever you like
with me, Miss.

And I'll do whatever you ask.
I'm your slave.

Octavio, it's clear, thank you.

I don't understand
what all this is about.

Let's say that I know
you lost someone

very important in your life recently.

-Do you mean my husband?
-Exactly.

I imagine it must've been
a huge emotional blow,

and that's hard to address,
but in terms of the merely physical,

I assure you that Octavio
can more than make up for it.

No, I'm sure he can, but...

In short, he's like the car,
we have other models.

If you didn't like him,
you only had to tell me.

Didn't he say
I could do what I wanted with him?

I'm going. I'm tired.

Try to be more intuitive, Lagrange.
Lagrange, wasn't it?

Surprise me.

And another thing.

I didn't lose my husband,
get that straight.

Out of the way, please.

Thank you.

SEPÚLVEDA, SPAIN

Here, son. I just got this one
on time travel.

Multiverses, metaverses--

No, we're not on that now.
Now we want ticks.

Ticks?

Yes, ticks, lice, bugs.
A nature magazine, collectible cards.

-And Stephen King?
-No, that's fiction.

We're not interested in fiction.

I find real life disappointing,
it's beyond belief.

Must you swerve like that,
or is it the car?

No, it's you, you're old.

Eyes on the road, or we'll crash.

-Laguna.
-The same.

Take that right, to the highway,
I'll show you. How did you find me?

We didn't.
So we wanted to talk to your wife.

Hands off my family,
or I'll kill you.

-Okay. We should talk.
-Yeah, sure. Like last time, right?

Me hanging from a hook, and you
putting out cigarettes on my feet.

-I barely remember any of that.
-Well, I sure haven't forgotten.

Take that right, to the highway.

Get out of the car.

Get out of the fucking car. Come on.

To the cabin.

Who else knows we're here?

Laguna, you've got it wrong.
I'm not with those people.

Okay, you're not with anyone.
What do you want from me?

-To find out what happened.
-Don't take my line.

That's my fucking line.
I ask what happened.

You were with those people, followed
their orders and carried them out.

-You fucking carried them out!
-I told you, I don't remember.

Tough luck.

What I do remember is waking up
next to the body of my partner.

She was dead,
and everyone had vanished.

For months, I tried
to convince myself that was the end.

Isn't it the same for you?
Don't you have the feeling

that this has only just begun?

There's something, something,
I don't know what...

growing and growing, and before
we know it, it'll be too late.

-Antonio says the same thing.
-Antonio? Is he all right?

Yes, he's with me.

-Is he still having visions?
-Yes.

-I write them down.
-You write them down?

In a notebook. To remember
their names, their details.

How do I know I can trust you?
How do I know you're not tricking me,

that I'll end up like you,
hanging people from hooks?

If you don't like something,
you know what to do.

Why the hell are you filming?

Why are you filming? Who is she?

Relax, man, relax,
this is for YouTube.

I won't post it, and that's that.
I'm here recording details.

And compiling, just like you.
I'm sorry.

-But who is she?
-Haruka.

Haruka.

It hurts me more than it hurts you.

No, I'll end up being the one
who has to apologize.

Must you always be the victim?

Whatever happens,
you suffer the most!

We're all here to console you,
and I didn't get married for that!

Then why did you get married?
What for?

-What?
-You heard me.

Why did you get married, Merche?

If you're going to start like that,
you'd better go.

It's true, Merche.

Before, we had a common aim,
which was very simple.

To be happy.

Do you think we're happy now?

I'm not talking about that.

That's what we have to talk about,
Merche! That's it!

What's wrong, Paco?

Do you want to tell me something?

Yes. For a year now, we've only
been partners in a company.

Or so it seems. Do you think
we have anything in common?

You knew it from the start!
You knew I couldn't have children!

-Merche, calm down.
-Piss off!

Do you think I'm an idiot?
That I don't know what this is about?

What is it about?

Do you really think
you have any chance with her?

My boy.

-She's out.
-Hello.

Hello, my love. Hello!

My love.

MADRID, SPAIN

-Hey.
-Hey, Paco.

Well, the girl in 212
has been discharged.

We'll be next, I can see it coming.

Really, that girl was in bad shape,

and in a fortnight
she bounced right back.

They discharged her. I saw them
in the corridor, she and her husband.

He's really nice.
He hugged me and everything.

What's this?

What have they put on you?

What have they put on you?

For God's sake.

What's--?

Paqui. Paqui.

-Paqui. Come on.
-I can't now, Paco.

-You have to see this.
-What's wrong?

Come on.

-Where is it?
-What?

-The fetus in the toilet!
-What fetus?

This makes no sense.

Elena had a dried-out fetus
on her belly!

-I didn't see anything.
-No? And what's this?

You were in the bathroom.
Where is it?

Don't touch me! I only flushed it!
Calm down! That'll do!

Paco, relax. Paco, look at me.
You have to get some sleep.

This strain would wear anyone out.
Please.

-Enough!
-It must've been him.

-Who?
-The man who went into the room.

-Here?
-Yes.

A few days ago, a priest
in a black trench coat went in.

Look, Paco.

I'm going for a pill,
and you're going to bed, okay?

I swear, if you don't,
I'll admit you today.

-Enough, that's it.
-Okay, yes.

Hello.

Here we are, here we are,
with you once again, Night Rats.

Trying to find out what happened
to the disappeared of Pedraza.

It seems that one of them
hid up here, in this windmill.

What the hell is she doing?

Haruka, this is not the time.

Put it down or I'll hit you so hard,
you won't get up for two days!

-Okay.
-Relax, eh? Come on.

Antonio!

Antonio, don't get nervous, okay?

She's on our side now.
Look who's come to see you.

The typical fucking nutcase room.

Look, all the photos joined
by threads.

-Excuse me?
-That's odd.

-He never goes out, he's scared.
-He must've plucked up the courage.

Will you stop filming
with the fucking phone!

-Antonio! Antonio! Where are you?
-Let's go.

-He can't have gone far.
-Labatsky!

-He can't have gone far.
-Antonio!

If he'd gone on the road,
we would've seen him.

Antonio!

-There he is.
-Damn it. Antonio!

Get down from there!

He loves heights. Don't ask me why.

He sees a high spot,
and he wants to climb it.

-Will you get down from there!
-I can't. I'm busy.

-It must be the voices.
-Shit.

-Antonio!
-No, Haruka. No, please.

Maybe in a bit, okay?

Fucking hell!

Antonio!

What's this?

Antonio!

Be careful, Antonio!

Be careful, okay? One thing.

Salcedo is here.

-Don't you want to come down?
-When she goes.

-I spoke to her. I trust her.
-I don't.

So, what do I do,
tell her you're busy?

When she goes, I'll come.
I have to finish this.

Okay, okay. All right.
It's fine, but be careful, please.

-Okay?
-Yeah!

Looks like it can't be today.
Make it another day.

That's fine. We'll be back.

Tell him I'll bring chocolate
and churros. He loves them.

Hand me that light.

There are loads of physicists
from the early 20th century.

Einstein, Bohr, Planck
and Schrödinger.

Then a lot of threads leading
to clippings on pigs.

Good Lord. I think it means
there's a direct link

between the Pedraza meat factory
and quantum physics.

Shit, man.

-What are you laughing at?
-Nothing, sorry.

We have to understand
that this is the mind of a madman.

It's all quite incomprehensible,
but life is incomprehensible too,

and given the choice,
I'd prefer this shit.

What do you want me to say?

There's a direct link in all of it,
we have to find it, nothing more.

-And nothing less.
-Look.

This is a quantum computer, okay?

It's directly linked to Judas' coins
and Erich Von Daniken.

What does it mean? No idea.

But I'm going to find out because
Antonio's like a fucking radio,

he picks it up, the waves,
he hears everything.

That's why we're living
in a windmill,

because he says he hears better,
and they can't see us.

Do you have a problem
with our investigation method?

-What the--? No.
-Look.

This is the man
who fell from the balcony.

-Yes.
-What balcony?

-I'll explain later.
-This is the one who's replacing him.

He's powerful, they're scared of him.

-He's not a priest?
-No. Antonio's sure.

-What's his name?
-Barbrow!

This is fucking Christian Barbrow.

-The leader of BEPHAM.
-What's BEPHAM?

Brotherhood for Peace and Harmony
among Men.

A sect. Their color is blue.
They dress in blue, they're bonkers.

He's a multimillionaire.

He lives on a fleet of yachts, writes
sci-fi novels and self-help books.

And half of Hollywood, half,
are fucking Bephamists.

Okay, and supposedly,
that's his company.

It's like a gigantic jigsaw puzzle,

it has to be assembled
by the corners, or the colors.

I've spent months on this shit.

And really, I don't know, I'm lost,
forgive me. I don't know.

Laguna. These people,
these people are in Pedraza.

The new owners of the castle.

-Her boyfriend died there.
-Not my boyfriend.

What castle, in Pedraza?

I haven't been back there
since it all happened.

But what's this guy up to in Pedraza?

NEW YORK, USA

Which came first,
the chicken or the egg?

Some would say the chicken,
but an egg is also needed.

It's like the Big Bang.

There must have been something
that came before.

Or does everything come from nothing,
without anyone's help?

I don't know which came first,
chicken or egg,

but I do know this, someone
or something from outside,

put them both here.
We need to reclaim that narrative.

Only when we can master our past,
we will be masters of our future.

Do you know why?

Because when we arrive at the end,
we will be back at the beginning.

Forgive me for bothering you,
Mr. Barbrow,

I'm a great admirer of your work.

It's no bother, not in the slightest.

Next Tuesday, March 20,
the spring equinox.

The only moment,
until another 35 years pass,

when Saturn will be aligned
with Jupiter.

You didn't manage it before
and you won't manage it now.

I know your disguises.

That stone is only useful
for one thing.

I work for someone
who doesn't want that to happen.

Tell your boss that if he wants
to negotiate with me,

he has to come in person.

He has a bad memory of it.

The last time he came,
he was crucified.

He gets too involved.

If you want to own the world,
I can help you.

Do you think I need help?

I can show you much better tricks
than that one, I assure you.

What? In exchange for my soul?

You need a new bag of tricks, man.

I don't want this world,
I don't like it.

I want a new one.

Excuse me, please,
you have to let me into Room 5.

I can't explain right now,
but I've seen things.

You must let me in, trust me.
Paqui, please.

Why can't he go in?

-He's upset. It's not a good idea.
-I want to see she's all right!

-I'm sorry, Paco, no.
-Please.

Paqui, let him in, five minutes
and then out, as usual.

Just one moment, please.

-Under your responsibility.
-Yes?

Okay, here I go.

You don't like the truck, love, why?

-You're so cute!
-Indeed, amazing.

-Try these.
-Oh, yes.

Oh, the latex ones.
The others are no good.

-Do you need anything?
-Nothing, thanks.

-Anything we can do--
-With him, I'm more than satisfied.

You should see your face.
we finally got it right.

It can't have been easy.

Above certain amounts,
people lose their scruples.

-But legally?
-Legally, the papers are in order.

He's your son
before any court in the world.

And now, in exchange,
I give you the coin.

-That's the idea?
-Yes.

Basically, yes, that's the idea.

Take it, it's in that drawer there.

I love you.

It's not my fault.

I should've known. You're in league.

It only wants to be with me.

If I leave it anywhere and go,
it follows me.

It'll do anything to get back to you.

-It chose you.
-I know.

-Damn it, I knew it.
-Grab her shoulders.

-Stop it, Paco! Leave Elena there!
-Grab her shoulders.

Paco!

Elena! Elena! Here!

Up here! I'm getting you out of here!

No, no, no! Don't open the door!
No! No!

You must wake up, Elena.

-When you have it in your power.
-Have what?

A book. When you have it,
don't look at it!

Find Lombardi.
He knows what must be done.

Remember, Elena, Lombardi!

Lombardi. Italy. Find Lombardi.
Lombardi.

Run! Run, Elena! Don't think!

Run! Run!

Paco! What are you doing?

-Where's he going?
-Somebody stop him.

-Paco! Paco!
-Stop! Stop!

-Where the hell are you going?
-Hey. I don't want to hurt you.

-Paco, you've lost your mind.
-Leave me alone.

Neither do we, but if you get rough,
we'll do it the hard way.

-Come on, let go of Elena.
-Get back!

Shit.

-Paco, Paco. Get out of the lift.
-Get back!

Stop, stop. Hold it! Stop!

Let go of her.
Paco, let go of her. Paco!

Let her go, please!

-More? You'll fly off.
-No such luck.

Ignore your father, Ricardito,
he loves you very much.

He's just not mature enough
to have a relationship

without insulting the other.

But it's insecurity.

I'll explain when you're older,
all right?

Don't say those things to the boy,
he might understand you.

-Have you found out anything?
-No, and I'm not going to.

Ricardito, what a shitty adolescence
you have waiting for you.

I can't pass you information, María,
it's illegal.

I can't talk to you.

In fact, I'm not talking to you.
I'm in the park with my son.

Don't tell me anything,
but tell your son.

What French company is trading
on the Spanish market?

-The supermarket?
-No. A much bigger one.

The R-N-U-K Project.
Do you know what it does?

-It makes toys?
-Almost.

It manufactures arms
in some facilities it has in Minsk.

-Arms and hotels?
-Go on, go and play.

Yes.

They manufacture arms,
nanotechnology,

and they're turning the castle
in Pedraza into a hotel.

What's a hotel in Segovia got to do
with nanotechnology?

Nothing.

Jeez, it's late. Ricardo!

-No.
-Ricardito, come here. Bathtime.

School tomorrow.

-Tell us who's behind it.
-Say goodbye to Auntie Maria.

-Goodbye, Auntie Maria.
-Goodbye.

Goodbye.

-There was something between you?
-Is it that obvious?

Body language doesn't lie.

-I was pushing the swing.
-Sure, the swing.

That's enough, Laguna.

-No fucking way.
-You know him?

Let's go.

The lamb is here, are you ready?

Too much activity here.

The frequency needs turning down,
all right?

-Let's continue.
-Oh, yes.

We'd have to revise the texts
from the last session.

There, patient number 3 stated
that Monsignor Reinhold

was to the right of the balcony,
right next to Cardinal Jacobi.

Item 1543. We're going to begin
the transfer to the group. Now.

Nothing yet. I'll try something else.

-What's going on?
-It seems that Martín, the guard,

did slaughter the animals.

We've gotten a lot out of him.
But he knows nothing about the coins.

Double the dose.

Martín, what scares you most
about all of this?

It's like this if we follow
his thoughts in real-time.

Otherwise, we have to wait
for the rendering.

Is this his wife?

Yes, his wife,
the one who killed herself.

We'll be recording all this,
I assume.

Sure. We have 200 hours of it.

-It's hard to find anything new.
-This is new, you fool.

Have we located that coin?

Yes, recordings from three cameras
of the next 5 minutes.

-De la Cruz took it.
-Excuse me?

De la Cruz. The Mexican took it.

So I see.

Then, I continue with Martín?

He has the most information so far.

But I see that the signal is clean.

Don't let him muddy it
with personal motives.

Right, carry on.

Hey. What are you doing?

Working. And you?

-Why are you interested in the keys?
-I don't know.

Doesn't it stress you out,
not knowing?

-It's best to let yourself go.
-Right.

That's what you do, let yourself go?

What's better for that
than a windmill?

Look, from here
you can see Sepúlveda.

-How long have you had powers?
-What powers?

Hearing voices. That's a power.

I don't know. A couple of years.

Just so you know, you're a medium.

And you're really hot.

In the village,
there are no women like you.

I hope I'm not bothering you.

No, no. Not at all.

At school,
the same thing happened to me.

-You had powers?
-No, no way.

-They laughed at me.
-Nobody laughs at me.

-Sorry, I meant--
-No, I know what you meant.

Treat me like an asshole,
and I'll push you.

Okay, man.

I'm sick of talking to people
who think I'm an asshole.

People just don't think
as fast as I do.

I have to say half the things
that go through my head.

If I said them all
I'd never shut up.

I know everything.
Do you know how stressful that is?

It must be disturbing.

Anyway, see you later.

-Where are you going?
-Down.

Sure, but not like that!

-You can't do this!
-Yeah, champ, whatever you say.

-You can't hold me!
-Tell it to the police!

Taking a patient by force.
They'll throw the book at you!

Let's go.

-How is he?
-A real fighter.

-May I see him?
-Of course.

Relax, Father,
he's not getting out of that bed.

Son, don't bother.
What's going to happen is inevitable.

Do as if it's already happened.

It's better that way.

You blame yourself
for what happened to Elena,

but you did the right thing.

I'm here to warn you
that he has come.

He's come from afar because
he needs to ask you for something.

Don't disappoint him.

-Father, what do you think?
-He's nervous, but fine.

I explained to him I give
spiritual succor to the sick.

He's not the first to be scared
of a priest.

But he was beside himself.

That girl is all he has.

And just thinking this situation has
no solution, could drive anyone mad.

Right. Are you sure
there's nothing else?

-What do you want there to be?
-Something strange.

He told me he'd seen things
and I don't know.

No. There's nothing strange here.

Right.

Don't expect a big speech,
there's no time.

There's a couple of things
that must be done and done now.

Get Elena out of here, but use
your head, don't be crazy about it.

It does us no good
if one of those idiots ruins it all.

Then you must find a quiet place.

A hotel room, a boarding house,
without a lot of people.

Something else.

You'll need someone
with specific medical knowledge.

Look, we both know
that you're not a pervert,

so you mustn't feel guilty.

Listen to me.
It was no one here.

Don't go mad with jealousy
or anything like that.

Accept it graciously,
like Saint Joseph.

Understand? Do you understand?

It's inexplicable.

It's a mystery.

It's your destiny and ours.

He wants it that way.

-Come and play with us.
-Don't leave us!

GYNECOLOGY

See how I was right?
There it is.

-What are you doing?
-What are you doing here, Paco?

What are you doing, for God's sake?
What do you think I'm doing?

When you tried to take her,
I got suspicious.

It happened before.
I did a test, another one.

If only I were wrong, but no.
I wasn't wrong.

You're scum. You hear me? Scum.

-I didn't touch her!
-No? Who was it then?

The Holy Spirit, no way.
The Holy Spirit?

The funeral home people are here.
Hurry up. Do you have the papers?

No, man. I'll get her.

-Come on!
-Okay.

-You're going to help me, right?
-What? To put this down?

Are you a dickhead or what?
Let's go!

-Where's this going?
-The M-30 Funeral Home.

-You sure?
-What do you mean?

-It wouldn't be the first time.
-It says Salvador de Madariaga, 111.

-You coming?
-No. I'm going to have a cigarette.

Stop the car!

-Stop the car!
-Is he crazy?

Stop the car! Stop the car!

-What's going on?
-Are you crazy?

-What the hell is he doing?
-He's nuts.

-Call the police.
-Elena!

-Shit. He's mad.
-Get him out!

You fucking get him out!

Come on, breathe. Come on.
Breathe, please.

Wake up.

Wake up, please.

I'm so sorry.

-Hey! Stop, man!
-What are you doing? No! Stop!

Hey! Stop!