All language subtitles for Crematorio.01x01

There can't be too many rich people,
Traian.

If a lot of people have
a lot of money,

the money loses its value
and becomes useless.

It's that simple.

Yeah, but that's not the issue here,
architect.

How does that relate to us?

The binge has been over
for a while now.

People eating all they can
before they take away the plate.

It's time for moral integrity
to take over.

You're kidding, Ruben.

When you go straight
you have to learn new things.

How to serve the banquet,

choose wine labels,
handle the silverware...

You're teaching me etiquette?

No.

I'm not teaching you anything.

Some day the same thing
will happen in your country.

But this is Old Europe, Traian.

And Old Europe is clean
by principle.

Are you saying my money
isn't good anymore?

I'm saying we'll have to do things
differently.

That's all talk.
It means nothing.

The truth is Costa Azul
is your biggest project

and my share has never been smaller.

I want more.

Let me think it over
and we'll talk.

One more thing.

That guy working for you.
Collado.

I say this as a friend.

If he keeps busting people's balls,
he's gonna lose his.

I'm sorry about your brother,
architect.

Thank you for your concern, Traian.

Really.

CREMATORIUM

EPISODE 1:
ALL THE PEACE OF THE MEDITERRANEAN

Where the hell have you been?
You're over two hours late.

I'm sorry, sir. I lost my cell
and my kid was up crying all night.

I want you to go to the hospital.

- Sweetheart...
- I'll go later.

It might not be a good idea.

Your family hardly talks to me.

That's not true.
You're imagining it.

All I'm saying is
I don't want to force things.

Force what, Monica?

My brother is dying.

You can't force things like that,
or choose them. They just happen.

We can't put him on ice
until you feel more comfortable.

It's just that
I want to go with you.

You've hardly said a word
since he was hospitalized.

- What is it, Sarcos?
- Sorry to bother you.

The Arenal site called.
There's a problem with Collado.

- I wanted to consult you.
- That's okay.

Meet me there, I'm on my way.

Good morning.

What's going on?

Collado was supposed to send us
the A.C. materials last week.

Did you call him?

Yeah, the office is blowing us off
and Collado won't answer the phone.

I could have taken care of it,
but since it's Collado,

I thought you'd want to.

I don't want people standing around.

Where are the plumbers?
Have the bathroom fixtures come yet?

Ruben, what a surprise.

- How are you, Lola?
- Fine.

We wanted to go to the hospital,
but...

That's okay.
Silvia will call you.

Okay.

- Is your husband here?
- Yeah, on the terrace.

You want a coffee or something?

- No, thanks.
- I'll take one.

No way, forget about it!

Did you hear what I said?
You can forget about it!

I'll call you back.

Ruben, I was going to call you.

Collado, where are my supplies?

Don't worry, I'm on it.
I'll fix it right away.

I want them by lunchtime.

Ruben,

I'm in a little bind.
Just trust me, okay?

I do trust you.

That's why I paid you up front when
you asked me to, out of friendship.

I'm grateful, but...

But my supplies haven't arrived.

Where are they? On another site?
I'm the only one standing around.

What? I would never give
someone else your supplies...

Well, I haven't got them.

It looks like trusting you
might get me bit in the ass.

I'm doing my best.
What can I say?

That I'll have them by lunchtime.

You will, damn it.

I'm not telling you
how to live your life,

but you're screwing up
and your family deserves better.

I don't know what
you're mixed up in, but...

careful with the Russian.

What is it, Silvia?

Dad...

Matias just died.

We knew today was the day.

You could have been here
to see him off.

You were there.

Yeah.

Maybe he didn't notice you weren't.

Silvia, go home and get some rest.

I'll take care of everything.

Someone has to go to Benalda
for a suit.

I said I'll take care of it.

Sure. You'll take care
of everything now.

Silvia...

You're right, I'm tired.
I'm going home.

Juan will pick up Miriam
at the airport. Call me later.

My condolences.

Thank you, Eladio.

I'll wait in the car.

What's that?

A tattoo.

You don't like it?

They don't teach oil painting

at that school in London?

Too conventional.
This is art too.

Right...

Is that your expert opinion?

No, it's my thumbs down.

Wait till your mother sees it.

How is she?

She's at home.

She was at the hospital all night.

I'm so glad you're here.

I'm very sorry, Mom.

What's that?

Your daughter's a work of art.

I did the design.

You know that will leave
a permanent mark.

- Mom...
- You'll get tired of it.

No, I won't. Please, drop it.

- I just got here.
- Okay.

You must want a shower.

I know I need one.

How's Grandpa?

Fine.

Well, you know.

What?

Nothing, you're just different.

It's only been four months.

Anything to wash?

All of it.

Not much luggage.

I'm only staying a week.

We'll discuss that later.

Why? What's wrong?

We'll talk later. Go shower up
and get ready for the mortuary.

They closed it this morning.

In the coastal town of Misent
police have arrested a man

transporting human remains
from the local mortuary.

Apparently the remains...

Turn it up.

... were to be incinerated
and buried at another location.

Police sources haven't ruled out
other fraudulent activities

related to the company.

The man running funeral services,
Valentin Alonso,

has been arrested
along with three others.

That piece of shit...

Call Llorens and the lawyer.
I want to see them in half an hour.

Okay.

And handle the Collado thing.

Do whatever you have to.

What did that schmuck Alonso
do exactly?

Bury bodies outside Misent
to save himself

- the cremation costs.
- Where?

They don't know yet.

What was he gonna give me
instead of my brother's ashes?

Nice fucking gravedigger!

It's a private company,
though we made the concessions

from City Hall.

We'll have the councilman resign
and I suppose it will stop there.

The judge sealed all the facilities,
including the mortuary.

It's funny. Matias said I was
the gravedigger.

You sell peace, like a gravedigger.

All the peace of the Mediterranean.

I won't take my brother elsewhere.
We'll do a wake here, at home.

- It's unusual.
- I don't care.

If they mourn lounge singers
in theaters,

we can do a wake for my brother
at home.

You're a councilman, arrange it.
The mayor will go along.

Sure, but this isn't about permits.

You need a funeral home
for all this.

Alonso's is the only one in Misent.

Who took over for Alonso?

- His son Tomas.
- Call him.

Have him meet me at the hospital.

Ruben...

Yeah, Manuel, thanks.

I'm worried about his arrest.
It could implicate us.

You're my lawyer,
I pay you to worry.

I'll talk to Muñoz
from Anti-corruption.

Fine, but whatever he tells you,
don't bug me today with it.

Sure, I understand.

- Ruben, I'm sorry...
- Thanks.

I missed Silvia.

And my brother?

They won't tell me anything.
Only family members.

Hi, Silvia.
I was about to call you.

Dad, I just heard about
the mortuary.

We'll do a wake for him at home.

What?

We need to discuss it first.

Silvia, please.

Taking him to Benalda was a problem
but doing a wake at home is okay?

Monica will help you.
You can arrange it with Maria.

But Dad...

I did what I could, Silvia.

They closed the mortuary.
I'm at the hospital.

My brother's on a table waiting
for us to figure this out.

It's the most practical option.

Okay. I'm on my way.

Take care of everything.
Spend whatever you need to.

Okay, I'll take care of it.

BENALDA ESTATE, 1981

How long are you staying?

I don't know, a couple days.

I got offered an office in Madrid.

What kind of office?

An office.

It's like a unit of measure
in politics.

One for him, another for them
and everybody's happy.

Well, comrade Bertomeu.
Democracy isn't what you expected.

I suppose it's what we all expected.

How are you doing?

Fine, fine.

I could be better.

I want to build here.

You're going into construction?

Some people accept offices,

other people go into construction.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

The first phase will be

over there,
on the land Dad left me.

But...

I need the land he left you and Mom

for the next phases. I want to build
on the whole property.

This land is rural.
The permits could take forever.

Well, time will tell.

Right now it's in development

and cities always need new plans.

Matias,

there's a lot of money to be made.

I don't know, it's so sudden.

- It's Mom's land too.
- Talk to her.

- You know how she is.
- She'll listen to you.

You always were her favorite, right?

When my grandfather died

the barber came to shave him,

my mom and aunts
dressed him in his best suit

and we held a wake at home.

People don't want to take care
of their dead anymore.

They'd rather pay somebody else to.

I'm sorry for your loss,
Mr. Bertomeu.

I'm Tomas, Valentin Alonso's son.

I regret any inconvenience
all this might have caused you.

I wish I could say my father
wasn't involved, but the truth is,

I have no idea what happened.

All I can say is I'm deeply ashamed.

You're ashamed of your father?

Do you work?

No, I was studying.

United States?

New York.

With an apartment in Manhattan?

Yeah.

Not bad.

No.

Before you feel ashamed
of your father,

think about everything you owe him.

Then think about everything
he owes me.

I'm giving my brother
a proper farewell.

You'll handle it

and you'll do it for free.

We can't access the facilities.
I don't know what we're going to do.

Your father was always
a resourceful man.

Order the casket, get your people

and prepare the body
at the hospital.

I'll send you clothes
to dress him.

Load all the materials you find
on the trucks.

Mr. Collado isn't here.
What do you want?

I'm taking this stuff
till we get our material.

- You can't do that.
- I already am.

Nobody takes anything unauthorized.

You're fucking clueless.
Stay out of it.

Get out of here.

What the fuck are you looking at?

Get to work!

Now!

Now, damn it!

They sent a kid from Madrid,
the whole investigation is shot.

Well, you guys scored a point
with Alonso.

Give me another beer.
You want one? Just one.

No.

That wasn't us. The brigade
had nothing to do with Alonso.

It was a fucking coincidence.

The cops took a stab in the dark
and they scored.

- Right.
- Shit, Zarrategui.

The guy was carrying
a truckload of bodies

and he ran a stop sign
right in front of the cops!

You weren't investigating him...

We had no idea about the cremations,

but we'd heard about
some other scams.

Nothing reliable,
nothing we could prove.

The judge was waiting for
something solid to make a move.

It's not like we were tailing him.

Anything involving Ruben Bertomeu?

We knew Alonso had been
Bertomeu's front man in the 80's

and that there must still be
some properties in Alonso's name.

But everybody knew that

and we couldn't prove it
if we wanted to go after him.

Do you want to go after him?

We're investigating Bertomeu.

We've got some recordings

he appears on
and we wiretapped him.

You weren't gonna tell me?

I'm telling you now.

I can't just pick up the phone
at work and say,

"Hey, we're investigating
your client."

Since when?

More than 6 months.

You're a bastard.

Who's the judge?

Serra.

Who is Bertomeu talking to
on the tapes?

Well-connected politicians.

And he likes to play hardball.

With locals and people in Madrid.

Who filed a complaint?

There is no complaint.
It was an anonymous tip.

You know you have nothing on him.

Forget it.

There's nothing really compromising
on the tapes.

It's more the tone
than anything else.

I want the transcriptions.

Okay.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you, Maria.

Silvia. My condolences.

Thank you, Monica.

Ma'am, I told Monica

we should have waited
to consult you.

I'm sure this is what Ruben wanted.

Mrs. Bertomeu, please?

The chairs. I need to know
where the casket will be.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Looking for anything in particular?

Yeah, a suit.

But it's not for me.

Good afternoon.

Can I help you?

I'd like to send a wreath.

Very well.

Anything in mind?
Roses, carnations,

- chrysanthemums?
- No.

You have the traditional
white wreath,

the small pavé,
which is very elegant...

Another option

is the urn cover or casket cover,
usually selected by the family.

Are you a relative
of the deceased?

The spring sympathy tribute

is also popular.
Or the rose and lilium

- with a palmetto base.
- I want that one.

A traditional imperial wreath
with a rose bow, very well.

That one has been sold
but I can get you...

No, I want this one.
I don't care about paying more.

And this is what I want
on the dedication.

- My condolences.
- Thank you.

Thanks for coming.

- I'm very sorry.
- I know.

- Thank you.
- My condolences.

That's...

Monica.

Monica, I'm sorry.

My condolences.

You're a bad actress.
You obviously can't stand her.

Is it that obvious?

Not at all.

Listen, Mom.

If you need me to stay longer...

- It's not that.
- What then?

Not now, sweetie.

What's wrong?

Why are you and Dad
being so mysterious?

Are you splitting up?

You really don't know?

I talked to the director
the other day.

You haven't been to class
in two months.

Mom, you don't understand.

The school is fine, but they dangle

a carrot in front of you
to keep you in line.

Don't give me that crap. I work with
real artists and it's hard work.

You know how much
that school costs?

The best art school in London
and you can't even show up?

It's not as great
as you make it sound.

We won't spring for a whole year
of partying in London.

You don't have to.
Grandpa will pay for it.

He wants me to travel,
to experience other things

and that's what I'm doing.

Forget it.

You went too far this time.

Your father and I discussed it
and we agree.

Lola...

I'm very sorry.

Thank you.

I wanted to stop by the hospital,
but...

That's okay.
Where's your husband?

He said he'll come later.
Where's your father?

Lunchtime!

BENALDA ESTATE, 1981

Just to show you, Grandma.
Uncle and I made this.

- Where should I sit?
- There.

Ruben, the answer is no.

Look, Mom...

This family has always lived
on orange trees,

- orchards...
- Mom...

...vineyards and grapefruit trees.
It's been that way

- for 150 years.
- But Mom...

It was hard to put
all this together.

Your great grandfather built

the house on the hill
and your father

had to rebuild it

and help out during the war.

Who, Dad?

Dad only went down there to eat with
the workers if they caught a hare.

You two weren't alive
during the war.

To the war heroes.

And to Dad.

Okay, fine. Dad was privileged
with all this,

but you handled the books
and gave the orders.

You know we can't keep
the place going anymore.

It's always been enough.

It's about growth, Mother.
We could...

I know what you're planning.

I need your share and Matia's

to get financing from the bank,

or I can't get the project
off the ground.

I will not replace orange trees
with apartments

- for tourists.
- Why not?

Because the tourists don't come on
vacation anymore. They come to stay.

That's why it's profitable.

Ruben, no.

I don't know, Ruben.
It's a huge project.

It would be a shame
to lose all this.

I think Mom is right.

Okay.

Fine.

I see I'm alone on this.

All I need you to do is co-sign.

Uncle, come quick!
I caught a dragonfly!

But it got away.

Seriously?
How did that happen?

- I don't know.
- You let it get away.

Ruben.

How are you, Gloria?

- Fine.
- My mother?

In the sitting room.

Mother...

I know.

You don't have to tell me.
Your brother is dead.

The wake will be at my house.

I'll drive you.

Are you ready?

No.

Give me twenty minutes.

Only a couple of Matia's
old fellow party members.

Look at them, Juan.

Most of them aren't here
for my uncle.

They're here to pay homage
to my father.

Can I bring you anything?

They're charging your father
with fraud

for the incinerations

and the D.A.
is swinging for the fences.

They'll probably end up

uncovering everything.
Fraud and money laundering.

We want your father

to keep a lid on this.

We don't want
too many people implicated.

Especially us.

Understand?

Is that why you brought me here?

What can I say?

My father isn't stupid.
He won't screw himself over.

Some people can take it

and others can't.

If poor Valentin goes soft,
the shit will hit the fan.

If things escalate, which they will,
they'll go after his assets,

including those that aren't his.
In case you didn't know,

Bertomeu has had properties
in your dad's name since the 80's.

So?

When you trust somebody else

with your assets,

you assume they're clean
and won't endanger them.

If your father keeps his mouth shut

we're willing to accept
a very reasonable offer

for all of Bertomeu's properties

confiscated from your father.

You want him to pay you too?

No.

My father will keep quiet,
but he won't pay you a penny.

That's how this game is played,
isn't it?

My father takes a chance,
he goes to jail.

Bertomeu takes a chance,
he loses his properties.

You have no idea
how this game is played.

Just talk to your father.

We're convinced
he'll listen to reason.

Hey, Tomas.
I'm curious about one thing.

What?

Where are the rest of the bodies?

That's all my father told them.

The lawyer said to give them
something.

A little good faith never hurt
before talking to the judge.

He says he buried them at the old
riding school outside Misent.

You're kidding, right?

Tell me you're joking.

No.

How did you dress him?

I picked out a suit.

You could have asked me.

There wasn't time, Mother.

I didn't want to bother you.

Matias used to say you looked better
with your hair down.

You should have asked me
about the suit.

I need to talk to you.
You screwed me good.

- Not now, Collado.
- Call off your dog!

- Get out of here.
- Go fuck yourself!

Hey, no fighting at my house!

I'll handle this, all right?

Come on, I need to talk to you.

Grandma...

Where's Matias?

He's in there.

Silvia, the house looks beautiful.

I was just telling Monica

they don't do wakes like this
anymore.

Well, we didn't have very much time.

- Matias would have liked it.
- No.

He wouldn't have liked it at all.

He'd have wanted to die at home,

in the simplest
and most natural way possible.

But that's not your fault, Monica.

You didn't know him.

If you'll excuse me...

- Excuse me.
- Of course.

Doña Teresa...

Can I keep you company?

Get me out of here.

- Would you like a glass of water?
- No, I'm okay.

A mother is never prepared
to outlive her son.

We're prepared to outlive
our husbands,

but that's different.

I'm sure you've thought about it.

You're a young woman.

Hi, Grandma.

Good lord.

Tell me you're not
my great granddaughter.

Nice to see you too, Grandma.

I can see your mother
let you run wild.

Of course, Ruben let her
run wild as well.

Speaking of Ruben...

Has my grandfather asked you
to marry him yet?

No.

He's asked nothing of me
and I've asked nothing of him.

Right.

How are you, Teresa?

Take me home, Juan.

- You just got here.
- Now.

Okay, okay.

Oh, well.

Nothing ever prepares you
to face the women in this family.

I'm building Costa Azul.

1200 acres of land
and 200 miles of coastline.

Almost another city.

It will create a lot of jobs.

Everyone will get a piece
of the action.

Everyone except you,

because you're mixed up in things
that will get you nowhere.

Collado, where did I go wrong
with you?

Put yourself in my shoes.

I'd love to be in your shoes.

And have your house

and your girl and that fancy car.

I've worked for you my whole life

and what have I got to show for it?
Nothing.

Who used to fight the guys
who stole materials?

Sarcos wasn't around.

Who fought the thugs
the gypsy clans sent to scare us?

Who did all the dirty work
with the horses?

Who stayed up guarding the stables?

And who had to deal with
the Russians? Because Bertomeu

never gets his own hands dirty!

I treated you like a son.

And the day my brother dies
you come here and insult me...

moaning about what you don't have

and rubbing my face
in everything you've done.

What did you expect me to say?

It had to be you.

I think that's the first time
I've ever hit anyone.

Sure.

You never needed to.
You had me for that.

BENALDA ESTATE, 1981

Collado, get in the car.

The forest is burning.

It's my land.

You're kidding, Ruben.

You couldn't have.

Is that how it's gonna be
from now on?

You just take whatever you want?
What the fuck is your problem?

No, what's yours?
You're the one who changed.

Don't you realize?

You're burning a lot more
than just trees.

Ruben, darling.

How did it go?

Fine, but I think
I've never missed you so much.

What happened?
What took you so long?

- I'm sorry, Ruben.
- Thank you.

It's a great loss.

This is Monica.
Some good friends.

- Menchu and Julio.
- Hi.

Hi, Monica.
Nice to meet you.

It's a pleasure.

Ruben, you know
I'm not just saying this.

Feel free to stop by

- if you need anything.
- We will, don't worry.

I'll see you in a moment.

Grandpa.

I'm very sorry.

I know.

I have so much to tell you.

Later.

- I'm sorry.
- Thank you.

Ruben.

Thank you.

We need to talk. It's important.
It's about Alonso.

Not now.

WE NEVER FORGET

Judge, Mr. Valentin Alonso.

Everybody in Misent knows this
was Bertomeu's old riding school.

It's mine, it's been in my name
all along. You can check.

We found other bones
besides the human remains.

Horse bones.

They're all over the place.

What do you expect?
It was a riding school.