All language subtitles for El.Barco.S01E05.El.graznido.720p.BluRay.FLAC2.0.x264-SbR_track4_eng

POLAR STAR

Once, my mom told me
about a thing called "faith".

She said it's something that helps you
believe in things you can't see,

like the wind,

or the water in a glass bottle.

She also said some people
have faith and others don't.

If I put one of my teeth under
my pillow, by the next morning

the Tooth Fairy
has left me candy instead.

You can't see the Tooth Fairy,
the Three Wise Men, Santa Claus,

fairies or pixies.
However, I believe in them.

So I must have that thing
my mom used to call "faith".

Oh, fuck!

-What's up?
-Hey!

I had to take a cold shower again.

I'm so sick of my own hot water
restrictions in the cabins.

You should be sick of your daughter,
who's hooking up with a guy.

-Rules are rules, Ricardo.
-Let's see.

-What?
-Don't twist things.

Ainhoa isn't hooking up with anyone.
This is like a summer camp for her.

She's experimenting,
it's a childish love.

She's just innocently fooling around.

-Is that clear?
-Crystal.

-Captain. First mate.
-Hello.

I'm requesting permission to create
an on-board chapel.

I think that after what happened...

it may be good to have a space
for prayers and meditation.

Yes, of course.

Sure, we can also build a mosque
and a synagogue by your chapel.

I don't think we should be
joking about this.

People have lost their families,
their world.

Having a space
where they can open up,

express their feelings and fears,

would be helpful for the crew, Captain.

I appreciate your suggestion, Palomares.

However, the Polar Star
is an apolitical and secular ship.

I won't allow political parties
or sacred spaces on my ship.

Permission denied.

You're making a mistake, Captain.

There's a clogged latrine
on the orlop deck.

You can offer mass there.

-Dad!
-Sorry, sorry!

Get out, come on!
Sorry, sweetie. Bye!

What is that?

Nothing. Please.

It's a secret.

Come on!

Alright, but you have to promise
to keep the secret.

-Okay.
-Okay.

Cut.

Good.

It was on the spanker mast,
and the wind blew the nest away.

I think it's a sparrow.

-Isn't it beautiful?
-Yes, but it's sad.

I'm sure it's looking for his mom.

It may be a million miles away,
like my mom.

Or not. It may be near here,
flying around.

We can leave bread outside
and it may come back for it.

Or maybe we find another bird
that knows its mom.

Let's get the bread.

Hello.

Do you know it?

No?

I'm sorry.

You're the only one on board
I have no medical records of.

I don't know your blood type,
your allergies...

If something were to happen,
that may be crucial.

All set!

Here.

Put pressure on it for two minutes.

Hey, when am I getting my sandwich
and peach juice?

-I need to ask you some questions too.
-Sure.

Let's see.

How many sexual partners
have you had in the last year?

Is that important?

All the others went through all sorts of
physical and aptitude tests to be here.

-We only know what you've told us.
-I see.

I need to have the same information
for everyone.

About five or six.

-More or less.
-All right.

Are you currently in a relationship?

These questions are handwritten.
They don't belong to the report.

-They're complementary questions.
-Complementary for the test?

-What else?
-I don't know. You tell me.

-Tell you what?
-These questions are for you.

For your personal interest.
They're for you.

No way.
What are you talking about?

They're for the test.
Come on.

Of course they're for the test.

I swear.

Why don't you take advantage
of your pregnancy, Vilma?

You'd be free of all cleaning tasks,
for sure.

Your belly and cleaning don't go
together, Vilma. At all.

Don't worry about me, Piti.

I am and will be able to do
the same as everyone else.

Where are you guys going?

Wax on, wax off. We're in charge
of cleaning the deck.

-I'll take care of the deck, okay?
-But--

The first mate showed us the task
schedule and it's our turn to clean it.

I know that.

But the schedule was wrong.
We've fixed it.

It's my turn.

-Are you sure?
-I am.

All right.
Don't tell me twice. Look!

-Gloves...
-Go, I need to use the restroom.

-Thank you, guys.
-Bye!

-Ramiro, what about a second breakfast?
-Or a third one.

You saw it, like I did.

She had just shaved.

-Hey, can you stop talking about it?
-I'll stop,

but that doesn't change things.

So what? There are a lot of people
who do that. It's a fashion thing.

-Or for hygiene.
-Hygiene?

You have no idea, Ricardo. She's not
at summer camp or feeling childish love.

If you mow the lawn,
there's a game going on.

Wait a minute,
what are you talking about?

It's simple. You've been on a ship
all your daughter's life.

You don't know
anything about her.

You don't even know
if she's a virgin, right?

-What did you say?
-That.

Do you know if she's a virgin?

My daughter's virginity is none
of your business.

Besides, I'd rather see her in love

than thinking about
the end of the world.

I wish everyone on the ship
were in love.

Captain, Captain.

THE CAWING

What is it, Ulises?

There's a cloud of birds
coming towards us. A giant one.

-So what? They must be migratory birds.
-That's the problem.

Migratory.
What's their destination?

The thousands of birds flying
during the cataclysm didn't die,

they've been flying for days
unable to find land.

-This ship is the closest thing to land.
-That's right.

Oh, my God.
That's what we needed now!

A flock of starlings attacking us.

No, it's not a flock.

It's a colony of over 40,000 birds.
And they're flying towards us.

They're above our heads,
desperately hungry and aggressive.

Shit, shit!

All right. We won't let them
get close to the ship.

We'll fill the deck with scarecrows
and shiny objects.

Anything that could scare them away.

Get everyone together in the club.
Come on!

If you take them,
I'll take them too.

I swear. Do you want
to kill yourself, Vilma?

What's the problem, huh?

Your kid won't know the world
as you knew it? Fuck that!

We'll create an amazing new world.

So what? There's no father?
I'll be the father.

You, the father?

I see.

You're going to get up at 4 a.m.
to feed the baby.

Yes.

You'll change diapers
seven times a day?

Of course.

All right.

From now on,
you're the father of my baby.

The pills are doxylamine,
for the morning sickness.

I don't think
one can kill me or the baby.

Thanks, daddy.

I almost died of embarrassment.

I was there naked... I couldn't imagine
my dad was going to walk in!

He's your father!

Fathers don't mind
about those things.

I'm sure he saw you naked tons of times.
Pass me that.

Not in the last ten years, Salomé.

Why can't Dad see you naked
but he can see me?

Because...

Just because, Valeria.
It's different!

-Why is it different?
-It's because you're not developed.

And your sister has developed
from head to toe.

-Salomé!
-Pretty face!

Being developed is having boobs?

Well, yes. Something like that.
That and other things.

Look, you're missing the tilde.
Do you remember?

You can start with the sausages.

So, fathers can see naked girls

if they have no boobs.
But if they have boobs, they can't?

-Something like that.
-Yes--

The captain wants everyone
in the dining room.

He asked me to come get you.

There are over 50 metal sheets
in the hold.

If we hang them from the boom,
they'll crash and make noise.

Do you really think those birds
are dangerous?

I don't want to find out.

Ricardo.

One thing.

That thing you said earlier...

about everyone being in love.
Were you referring to Salomé and me?

Do you think...

-I'm in love with her?
-You're asking me?

Ask yourself.
You have to feel it, Julián.

If you don't know...

Come on!

Fuck! This damn seminary guy
has ignored your orders!

He built a floating chapel.

So I messed it up.

I told Vilma I'd be her baby's father.

So I'm like Saint Joseph
and the Holy Spirit.

I take the baby and skip the sex,
Palomares.

I'm the town fool.

-I can't raise a baby...
-Palomares!

I don't like giving the same order
twice.

Please, take down the chapel
in the hold immediately.

Please, Captain. We're alone,
and lost in the middle of the ocean.

A chapel isn't something bad.

Don't you realize people need
to believe, to have faith?

They can believe in me,
they can have faith in their captain.

We can't have faith in someone because
of a rank or anchor on their hat.

If your faith doesn't understand ranks,
I hope it understands toilets.

You'll scrub them daily
during the next months

if you don't take that chapel down
in less than 20 minutes.

20 minutes!

What are you doing?

I want all of this on deck now!

Come on!

Let's do it!

Raúl!

Get this end
and tie it to the port bar!

Good.

Oops!

We must go to the dining room.

I know.

-Julia?
-What?

I think I was an asshole earlier
with the test thing.

I wanted to say I'm sorry.

No.

It's not necessary.

In fact,
I wanted to apologize too.

I may have chosen questions too private.

Well, I don't know.
After...

what you did for me,
and how you supported me,

I thought that maybe...

there was something between us.

Well, I wanted to learn more.

Learn more?

About me and my private life?

-Why is that?
-Well...

I know it's silly.

I don't know,
but I ridiculously thought...

maybe...

I don't know. That there was something.
I let myself believe it.

Oh, my God! Come on!
I feel like a teenager.

Alright.

-Can you do me a favor?
-Sure.

Can you forget
about this last minute forever?

No.

-Please!
-No.

Do you think the mannequins
are going to scare the birds?

If you couldn't eat or rest
for eight days,

would half a dozen of dolls
scare you?

Ricardo, excuse me.
One thing.

How do you know...

if you're in love?

How do you know?

Julián, you just know.

How many times do you think
about her every day?

Captain!

Captain!

The birds are here because of me.

I caught one of their babies and left
bread on the portholes, so they'd come.

What is that doing here?

I don't know. There may be
an open porthole somewhere.

They're here.

Run, run!

Come in here!

Go that way. Run!

Did it work?

It worked, guys. It worked.

The Terracotta Army on deck
fooled them!

I'm sure those birds have gone
somewhere else. I'm sure!

Be quiet!

Watch out, watch out!

Ricardo, what should we do?

Secure the portholes.
Quick!

-You've heard him.
-Get trays to cover them.

Get mattresses, ropes, nails.

Cover all the holes
they could use to get in.

I want planks on all glass areas.
All of them!

Get anything: trays, mats, anything!

Piti!

Ricardo, what about the bridge?

-If they get there, we're dead.
-Let's go!

Close it!

Ricardo, let's get out of here!

Come on, people!

Let's get the mats up there!

The birds have taken the main deck
and part of the bridge deck.

The problem is the bridge itself.

We can't steer the wheel
without going there.

We're adrift.

I don't know.
Maybe we could...

We could start the engine
from the engine room.

Yes, but we can't steer the ship.
We would be going in circles.

Like headless chicken.

With calm sea,
we could survive for days.

However, if there's a storm,
our situation would be critical.

I'm open to suggestions.

Dad, when am I going
to have boobs?

Someday, dear, someday.
Let's see!

Write this here. See?

We could give the birds what they want.

-Food.
-No.

If you feed them, they'll think
there's food here. They'll never leave.

What if we take the food somewhere else?

We could get an outboard boat full
of food and take it 15 miles away.

We'd leave it there
with the engine running.

Sure.
What about who's on the boat?

That person would swim back.

I can do it. I can go.

If you get out there,
you'll be their food.

Those birds are voracious with hunger.

First, they'll eat your mucous membrane
and soft tissue.

Then, they'll peck through your skin.

They'll eat your insides.

In two minutes there will only be
bones left of you.

-Dad?
-What is it, dear?

When I get boobs,
will you see me naked?

Of course not.
You'll shower by yourself then.

Come on, focus on your writing.
This way.

-Hello, Salomé.
-Hello.

-Hey! Let me help you.
-No, I'm done.

You see?

-Can I have a glass of milk?
-Of course.

-Salomé.
-Tell me.

Have you ever wanted to have kids?

Who told you I don't have kids?

-I don't know. I thought you didn't.
-I have kids, yes.

Four officers,
14 sailors and 20 students.

And they make me go crazy sometimes.

Of course
I'd have loved to have kids.

It was my big dream.

But I guess some people are meant
to have kids and others aren't.

How would you know?

How would you know if you're meant
to have kids or not?

How would you know?

I guess
if you want to raise them,

teach them, set an example for them,

and, above all, love them,

so that little guy
can be happy.

Don't you think?

Where are you going?
Stop it!

-Bubble!
-Stop!

-Bubble!
-Where are you going?

-Bubble!
-Stop it!

I can do it.

I can wear four or five neoprene suits.
Beaks won't get through it.

Neoprene suits are there,
in the bridge.

There's no way we can get them.

Any other idea?

Why did you see Ainhoa's boobs
this morning?

Sweetie, let's move you to the bed.
I need to focus here.

Come on, let's go here.
Ouch!

Valeria, sweetie. I've told you
a thousand times to close the drawers.

Help me with the kid, please.

I suggest doing nothing.

Hunger is what moves living creatures.

When those birds realize there's no food
here, they'll go somewhere else.

That's how survival works.

You're suggesting sitting back
and doing nothing? Captain, come to the club.
We have a problem.

-Let go of me!
-Stop!

Let go of me!

-Stop that or I'll behead you!
-No!

I have to get out. The mannequins aren't
scary because they're not moving.

-I have to go wave my arms out there.
-I'll wave you!

Get off, stupid!

You won't talk to Bubble like that
ever again.

No cook is going to tell me
how to talk to my crew.

-Let me go!
-Bubble, that's enough!

-No!
-Sailor, stop that!

-No!
-It's an order.

It's all my fault, Captain.
But I can fix it.

-It's not your fault.
-Yes, it is.

I'm the stupid on board, right?

Stupid does stupid things. I called
the parents of a sparrow to come get it.

That's why all those birds
are out there.

Because I'm stupid
and I called them.

Look, Bubble. A lot of people here
think you're stupid.

But you're very smart.

-No.
-To me, you're the smartest one here.

You're saying I'm smart so I stop,

-but it's a lie.
-No.

You're the smartest one.

So smart than I'm putting you
in charge of Valeria.

Would I leave my youngest daughter
with anyone?

I'm leaving her with you,
because you're a good person, Bubble.

And smart.

So am I smart?

I'm sure of that, Bubble.

Come on!

I'm smart!

Well.

As a precaution, we're all sleeping
in the living room and the club. The birds may have gone away
in the morning when we wake up.

Please, go get mats and sleeping bags.

That's an order!

Ainhoa!

Good night.

Good night.

Jump!
One, two and three!

-Daddy, I'm a bit scared.
-Of the little birds?

Sweetie, you don't have
to be scared of them.

I've heard they're going to eat us.

How could some little birds eat us?

Their beaks are too small.
We wouldn't fit!

You'll see they'll be gone
in the morning when we wake up.

Come on, time to go to bed!

There you go!

Are you forgetting something?

-Hello, dear.
-Hi.

What a situation, huh?
I mean this morning.

You can relax, because I didn't see
you naked at all.

Well, yes. A little bit. I only caught a glimpse of you.

Enough to notice you've changed.

A lot.

Yes, I'm 20 years old.
My body was supposed to change...

You tell me.
I didn't use to have this belly.

Hey, Ainhoa.
It may not be my business, but...

-Are you a virgin?
-What?

Nothing, forget it.

I was asking you that
to just start a conversation.

You and I don't talk a lot,
for one reason or the other.

So when I saw you like that...

it made me wonder.
If you're not, that's okay.

Are you? Dad,

I don't think the timing is right
to talk about it.

Sure, you're right.

-Maybe another time.
-Yes.

Hey, we've made room for you here,
next to Valeria.

Well, I was only here to kiss you
goodnight. I'm sleeping in the club.

If you don't mind, that is.

In the club, right?

-With that boy?
-Yes.

Well, I'll get my stuff.

-Alright.
-Alright then.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Bye, little one.

Good night.
Blow me a kiss.

-Bye.
-Bye, Ainhoa.

-Look at that!
-What?

-The game is about to start.
-Yes, she's going to the club.

With her boy
and 15 other ones.

Speaking of games,
we could talk about yours.

After seeing how you humiliated Salomé,
I think you're totally in love with her.

You've been waiting for 20 years,

and it's time you show her
you got game.

Although, I doubt you'll be
brave enough to do it.

Look! I just read that by ten weeks,
the baby is as big as a kiwi.

Your baby is a kiwi.

Well, stepson or stepdaughter, Vilma.

In fact, I wanted to talk to you
about that.

About us.

The thing is...

I'm very sorry, but I quit.

I can't, Vilma.

I wouldn't know how to do it.

I'd even be a bad influence
for the kid.

I'm... I'm Piti.

I'm the one who farts
and has a piece of gum on his forehead.

I can't be a role model for a kid, not even a kiwi, Vilma.

Piti.

Do you know why I told you
I didn't want to keep the baby?

Why?

Because I knew
you'd push me forward.

You're the kind of guy that tells jokes
in the middle of a storm.

The one that sets up dates
after the apocalypse.

You're the cork floating
after a shipwreck, Piti.

Unlike me.

That's why I chose you.

But I understand.

No one goes into a sick bay to help
a friend and becomes a father forever.

I'd have loved it,
but I understand.

Will they go away? Of course.

This ship is so boring!

-What if there was a reason for this?
-What would that be?

A punishment from God.

God has flooded the world.

God is merciful, Estela.
He doesn't punish.

He gives rewards.

How would you explain the bird plague?
It's like the plagues of Egypt.

I'm convinced
this is divine punishment.

Are you listening to yourself?

I'm sure you'd never go to church
on land, not even by mistake.

And now you sound
like a religious fanatic.

When did the birds get here?

When the captain told you
to put the church down.

That church was the last sacred place
in the world.

Do you think it's enough for God
to get upset?

I do.

And I'm not the only one.

Is something wrong?

I've filled it out.

Your test.

I've answered all questions:
the typed ones

and private ones.

No, but these questions
weren't included.

No, I've added them.

If you can add questions,
so do I, right?

It's fair.

Let's see.

"What are the reasons
why your relationships always fail?"

It's an interesting question.

Don't you think? "I'm said to be insensitive and cold,

not very empathetic or thoughtful,
anti-social..."

Anti-social, unwilling to adapt,
suspicious,

arrogant, stubborn...

No one...

No one is perfect.

It says here
that in the airport in Madrid,

falcons used to be trained
to scare other birds.

If we had a falcon,
we could scare those birds away.

We could, but we only have frozen
chicken here. Does it work?

No, it doesn't work.

I'm selfish,

individualistic,

afraid of commitment,

unable to put my partner's wishes
and needs before my own...

What if, suddenly,
there was someone

interested in you,

that wouldn't care at all
about your flaws?

In that case, let's say...

we'd have to negotiate it,
wouldn't we?

-There are more questions.
-Are there?

-Hey, Salomé.
-Hey, Piti.

-Can I please have a glass of...
-A glass of what?

What is it?

It's a kiwi.

-Yes, it's a kiwi.
-A kiwi.

Never mind, it's all good.

Captain.

More than half the crew
signed this.

We want Palomares
to get his church back.

Did he ask you to give me this?

No, he has nothing to do with it.

There are 32 signatures there,
Captain.

You said 32?

Let me ask you something-

If another student had a similar sheet
with 40 signatures

requesting me to crash the ship,
should I do it?

Go back to your mat now.

Turn the lights off, please.

Is there room for me?

No.

-My daughter's boyfriend is Gamboa.
-Are you kidding me?

It's true.

I think I'm in love with Salomé.

I see.

Valeria, sweetie. It's daytime. Wake up!

Come on, let's go!

Let's go!

Bubble, take care of her, please.

Ulises, let's go upstairs.

-Are they there?
-I can't hear anything.

You two, remove those boards. Those!

That's it.
Move over there.

The deck is clear.

No birds are in sight.

Yoo-hoo!

Close it!

They're up on the masts.

They're eating up our sails, Captain.

Close it, now!

Come on!

The sails are made of 70% polyester
and carbon.

The rest 30% are natural fibers,
basically cotton and flax.

That's what they're eating.

The sails are 920 square meters of
fabric.

At this rate, they'll destroy all sails
in less than 24 hours.

If a sail tears, it can be mended.

If it's eaten,

there's no sail and that means
no propulsion.

When we run out of fuel,
we'll be left in irons forever.

Without the sails, we're dead.

Any other ideas?

That don't entail sitting back
and doing nothing?

We have to set the ship on fire,
captain.

Let's see, all living creatures have
one thing in common: fear of fire.

We have to start a controlled fire.

It's the only way to get rid of them,
Captain.

-A controlled fire on a wooden ship?
-Yes, yes.

Are you nuts, son?

It may seem crazy.

-It does.
-I know.

But it's the only chance we have.

We should start little fires
and put them down too.

In groups.

From bow to stern.

Molotov cocktails and fire extinguishers
in groups of four.

We have to focus on rubber objects,
canvas, and life rings.

Anything made of plastic that causes
a cloud of smoke, Captain.

I won't set my ship on fire.

When those birds are done eating
the sails,

they'll have enough energy
to get here and devour us.

So we either die being pecked
or burned down.

At least the fire gives us a chance.

I'm with them.

God help us.

Let's go.

Father.

Get ready to offer mass.

We do need faith now.

Here's the gas.

Remember to soak the fuses really well.
Come on, guys!

That's perfect right there.

Hey, Vilma...

I don't care if it's a kiwi, a melon,
or a watermelon.

Okay?

I mean...

I'll be there, Vilma.
With you and the baby.

I'll be a cork. And I'll be its father.

-That's it.
-Okay.

That's what I wanted to say.

Your hair looks different.

Mine?

Yes, it looks different.

No, it's the same.
I haven't changed it.

That's even better.

It looks great like that.

-I need hosts.
-Excuse me?

The captain...

asked me to celebrate mass
before setting the ship on fire.

Do you have something
that could work?

I may.
Bubble... Where is he?

-Where is Valeria?
-She's in the restroom.

I told her we're starting a bonfire,
like in the summer,

so she's not afraid.

Palomares has asked me to tell you
everything is ready.

All right.

Stay with your sister and don't let her
leave your sight. No matter what.

Everything's going to be all right,
isn't it?

Don't doubt it for a second, sweetie.

Well...

This is all set.

Don't forget to put your life vest on,
and your sister's.

Oh! Dear...

Well, I know your virginity is none
of my business.

However, your happiness is.

I want you to be sure
about your life partner,

that it's the right person for that.

To make you happy, that is.

I love you.

While they were eating,
Jesus took bread and blessed it,

he broke it and gave it
to his disciples, saying:

"Take and eat, this is my body."

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ. Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

Body of Christ.

-Body of Christ.
-Amen.

Everyone,

let's get rid of those birds.

Are you ready?

On my count.

One, two...

What is that?

It's a cawing.

The peregrine falcon cawing.

Yes, falcons scare other birds.

I'll go see.

Since I'm smart,

I read my bird book
and it was all there.

Then, I remembered the encyclopedia
I bought in installments. There was a CD
with animal sounds in it.

GREAT ORNITHOLOGY ENCYCLOPEDIA

Pigs,

donkeys, lions...

Volume eight had bird sounds.

They're gone.

They're all gone.

Bubble!

Thank you.

Sailor!

Bubble, Bubble, Bubble!

I don't know if they were hungry or not,

but those damn birds know
how the digestive system works.

They definitely have a bowel movement.
It's disgusting!

A little more here.

There.

You're not smart,
you're more than that.

Oh, my goodness. I wish Nobel Prizes
hadn't disappeared with the Earth.

I'm sure you'd win one.

Why do I want a Nobel Prize?

So... I don't know.
So people know how smart you are!

If I were that smart, I'd know
what a particle accelerator is, right?

Well, you're so, so smart
that you don't need that.

Come on, get out of my kitchen!

-Come on, go rest! You deserve it.
-Salo.

Before my accident and the bubble
in my brain,

was I this smart?

No, sweetie. You were
not even half this smart.

I was lucky, then, right?

You have no idea. -Captain, something's up.
-I know.

We're being dragged by a storm.

We're angry and hungry. We've had
bread and water for two days.

I need to know why an ocean that covers
half the planet is dragging us.

You take motorboats during a storm,
dive 100 meters to get a black box,

but when you like a girl, you let
a cocky guy like Gamboa take her.

It shouldn't be this way here:
dragging and pushing.

We've run aground.

We have to wait 12 hours
for the tide to get us back.

-You go back in there and kiss her.
-No.

Stay with me.

-Why on earth did you do that?
-Hey!

Silence, I said!

The ship is going
to be wrecked, Captain.

If we don't get out in 20 minutes,

the high tide will break
our hull in two.

-I suggest we call for a vote.
-Yes!

Vote, vote, vote!