All language subtitles for Victims.of.Sin.1951.CC.1080p.BluRaypetar

VICTIMS OF SIN

-Hi, girls!
-Hi, handsome!

I can see you devouring him
with your eyes!

You're going to get indigestion.

You should ask Violeta for her recipe.

She's made it.
Imagine how much dough she'll make!

She used to be a private dancer like us,
but she's a true artist.

And Rita Montaner as a mentor!

-Rudy, can we speak in private?
-Leave me alone.

I'm so happy, Rita!
What will the girls say?

How was my dance? Tell me!

What do you think they'll say?
It was great!

Like I said, it's easy.
When you've got talent, just go for it!

That's all you need.

How can I ever repay
what you've done for me?

You've been so good to me.
And you too, Don Gonzalo!

Forget about Don Gonzalo.
I've got some advice.

These night clubs are whatever
their artists make of them.

So you turn up the heat,
even if you burn the place down!

But always remember your place,
don't step out of line.

You know the old saying, "God helps..."

-"...those who help themselves!"
-And don't you forget it!

Goodbye!
'Bye, Rita!

Thank you, don Gonzalo,
you've been so good to me!

If only all these loose women
could make something of themselves.

You should thank Rita,
she gave you your break.

But you gave me a job here.
Thanks to you, I became a performer.

I'll get changed now.

How many times do I have to tell you
that we're all good here!

Rodolfo, she really needs your help.

-She's in the clinic with your baby!
-Give me a break.

Who knows whose baby that is.
Besides, you know I'm not into that.

Let go of my suit!

And shut your mouth,
all that gossip ruins my reputation.

-How's it going?
-I made 60 pesos, half and half.

Who do you think I am, Raquel?

Don't look at me like that,
'cause I'll give you every penny I earned,

even if I'm left with nothing.

Come on!
You know that quality isn't cheap!

There's top class, and there's garbage.
Give me the dough.

If you want the honey,
you need the money.

I'm sorry, Carmela. It's the end
of the month and my rent is due.

-What about you?
-Me? What do you mean?

My man is really demanding,
you know what he's like.

-My kid is ill, I've got doctor bills.
-Let's dance, and to hell with it!

Why did Rosa go to a clinic
if she's broke?

Carmela, what's up with Rosa?

She gave birth and Rodolfo
wants nothing to do with her.

After everything she's done for him,
he claims it's not his son.

I took her to the clinic but...

-Let's dance, or I'll find another girl!
-Go on then!

We don't have the right to have children.

But if it's done, you did the right thing.

A good friend like you always shows up.

Let's see if Don Gonzalo
can loan us some money

to get Rosa out of the clinic. Let's go!

-Are you also feeling guilty?
-What do you mean?

No one tells me what to do.
Rosa is my friend, I also want to help.

Me too. I'm tired of being exploited
by someone who won't even say thanks.

At least this will put my money
to good use.

Am I wrong?

Rosa!

What a cutie!

-He's so cute!
-He looks like Rodolfo!

Hey. you. My bottle!

Fetch Rosa and your son
and take them home, now!

You can't pin that on me!

She can get lost with that monster!

I don't care. And remember,
this is a decent place.

-Who are you telling?
-Anyway, Rodolfo dumped her.

-I'm his girl now.
-You'd better shut up and stay out of it.

-And don't give us any lip, or...
-Shut up!

Rosa, time to go.

Kill me if you want,
but don't kick me out!

Please, Don Gonzalo, don't kick me out!

I'm not making a fuss
or doing anything wrong.

-I just need to talk to Rodolfo.
-Get her out.

Come on, let's go!

Rodolfo, don't let them kick me out.
Just hear me out!

Tell them we're good
so I can carry on working.

-So, what have you done today?
-Not much.

Why not?

They're all broke.

Oh! You don't even know how much--
Go away!

Catherine, how do you expect
to make any money like that?

You need to learn how to walk properly!

Watch me!

You see that?

Your turn.

That's better. Back to work!

-I'm sorry, Rodolfo, I...
-Go away, leave me alone!

Let me stay! Do whatever
you want to me, I deserve it,

-but don't leave me.
-Move along or I'll really hurt you.

-I can't live without you.
-You're drunk.

-Say you forgive me.
-You've sullied my good name.

It'll never happen again,
I swear on my mother's grave!

You're no good as a moneymaker
with that freak!

I'll work for you day and night!

Everything I make will be yours.
I'll do anything to please you.

Quit your gabbing.
I want hard cash, not dead weight.

I've got a job coming up
and I can't be late.

I'll help you, like I always do.
I'll do whatever you say!

Tell me what to do!

To show I care, you get one last chance.

-Choose between that thing and me.
-I'll take him to the orphanage.

And keep hearing rumors? No way.

Where do you throw your trash?
In the trash can.

You've got one right there.
Hurry up, I can't be late.

Let go! I thought you were going to work.

Go make some dough, we all need it.

-If you want honey, you need money.
-Yes, Rodolfo.

Go on, then.

Let's dance, honey.

I've got big bucks for anyone
who can take good care of me.

I'll take care of you, sweetheart.
I need that cash.

Excuse me.

Let go of her! You, come with me.

Where's your baby?

Rodolfo is back with me.
He's all I care about!

-Tell me, where is your baby?
-What do you care? Leave me alone!

I don't owe you a thing!
Not you nor anyone else!

Whatever I did was my own business.
No one else's!

I can't believe it!

-You heartless wench!
-I don't regret a thing!

I'd do it again in a heartbeat to show
Rodolfo that he's all I care about.

Where's the baby, Rosa?
I'm running out of patience!

-I threw him into the trash.
-You did what?

You're coming with me!

We have a treat at the Changoo Cabaret:

We are proud to present
the brightest star of Mexican music.

Let's hear a big round of applause
to welcome...

Pedro Vargas!

Sing! Sing! Sing!

Divine clarity

Is what I see in your eyes

Like clear pools, like drops of crystal

Grapes that grow moist with your tears

Blood and laughter, as one in your eyes

Blood and laughter, as one in your eyes

Why did fate make you a sinner

If you don't know how to sell your heart?

Why does he who adores you

Pretend to hate you?

Why does he who used to hate you

Now love you again?

If each of your nights

Brings the light of dawn

If each of your tears

Reveals a glimpse of the sun

Why did fate make you a sinner

If you don't know how to sell your heart?

Why did fate make you a sinner

If you don't know how to sell your heart?

Bravo!

I want that baby out of here!

To the orphanage,
the hospice, I don't care!

-Why do you keep looking for trouble?
-What did you expect me to do?

He was abandoned on the street,
cold and hungry.

-What could I do?
-None of that is my business.

Violeta, you're up!

Are you keeping it? Yes or no.

No!

She said no, get it?
Leave the baby and go back to work.

-Come on, hurry up!
-Enough nonsense, do your job!

The baby isn't anyone's,
so let it be no one's child.

This might even be a blessing for him.

Why not call the Red Cross,
or roadside assistance?

I don't care, as long as they
get rid of him. Right, Don Gonzalo?

Right. At last you're making some sense!

All I want is for someone
to take that baby.

Poor thing! He's hungry, Don Gonzalo.

Is someone hungry?

José! We need warm milk
for the baby, right away!

There's cold milk
for our hung-over clients.

Whatever! Bring us some milk!

Will you perform already? If you'd rather
be a wet nurse, you're fired on the spot!

Just listen to that crowd!

-And that crying is driving me nuts!
-Violeta, hurry up!

I'm coming!

Just take care of the baby
while I perform!

The baby? Get on stage!

-Coming!
-Right now!

This is the clam song

Hear the sweet drummer girl
Who cheers up the soul with her rhythm

I could spend day and night
Listening to her sweet song and melody

I want clams, serve me some clams

Let's go to the beach, the tide's out

I want clams, serve me some clams

Let's go to the beach
It's daybreak already

Let's go to the beach, the tide's out

And there we'll drink
Clam juice from a jar

Let's go to the beach
It's daybreak already

Let's take a horse and cart
Singing this song

I want clams, serve me some clams

Let's go to the beach, singing this song

I want clams, serve me some clams

Let's go to the beach, the tide's out

Listen to that mambo!

Anything you say, boss! Punish me!

You're killing me, Pérez Prado,
but I'm loving it!

This is the life,
even if we have to suffer!

The atmosphere is steamy
but we have to work at it!

-Thanks so much! Did he cry?
-A lot.

-I think he's still hungry.
-Poor thing!

What's up, Violeta? Whose is this baby?

Not mine, Rita! I just picked him up.
This is Rosa's baby.

Really? I had no idea. Rosa's, you say'?

Can't you hear them calling?
They're bringing the house down!

-Calm down, Don Gonzalo.
-Don't yell at me!

-Haven't you ever seen a baby?
-He's got it in for me, Rita.

-Come on, time to go on stage!
-Stop yelling at me!

-I'm tired of all of you!
-Come on, everybody, back to work!

Such a good baby.

That baby will drive you crazy,
Miss Violeta, mark my word!

The neighbors are complaining,
they can't sleep.

I fed him sugar water
but he's still hungry.

That won't work,
but no one is breast-feeding around here.

-Good morning, ladies.
-Good morning.

She took in this baby last night,

but I don't know what she'll do with it!
Just look at it.

-It must barely weigh three pounds.
-Is it a boy?

Yes, miss.

A boy!

-Sweet Jesus! That's awful!
-I beg your pardon.

Find him a wet nurse.

Don't give him formula
like those modern mothers.

He could catch polio and stunt his growth.

Is anyone breast-feeding?

I'll pay good money for a wet nurse.

You can bring your baby.
I'll provide room and board,

and anything you need,
but you must breast-feed him.

The poor thing is starving.

Please forgive us, ma'am,
but none of us can do that.

I'll pay good money, please help me out.

It's not the money, miss, we just can't.

We're all married. Imagine what people
would say if we fed someone else's baby.

Miss Violeta, let me help you.

You bought the whole store, Miss Violeta!

It's all to feed the baby.

I've learned how to wash and dress him.

His shots are due in six months.

Formula. That's the problem
with kids today!

The nurse says
he'll grow up strong and healthy.

That's the only way I can feed him.

Sure, but who knows
how these kids will turn out!

And you've taken on this baby
as if he were yours.

Well, I am the only mother he has.

Please take good care of him.
He needs feeding every three hours:

At nine, at midnight,
and tomorrow morning at six.

I'll show you how to prepare it,
it's easy as can be.

I'm so happy!

Oh, José! That's not the way

Oh, José! What are you doing?

Oh, José! Do that again

Oh, José! Now the other way

Don't go soft on me
Let's make it a bit harder

Dance to the rhythm, put your hips into it

So we can enjoy it, yes, that's it
No, not like that

Oh, José! That's not the way

Oh, José, keep dancing

Oh, José! Do that again

Oh, José! Now the other way

When we spin, hold on tight

Oh, Jose, please be careful

Because one wrong move
And we'll lose our pace

Oh, José, that's not the way

Oh, José! Now you've got it

-Oh, José
-Oh, José, what is that? Feeling good

-Oh, José
-Oh, José, you're so good at this

Oh, José, do that again

I don't want you here
with that baby! Get it'?

Don't be mean, Don Gonzalo.
Just for tonight?

Last night my neighbor almost killed him!

-Take that baby away.
-I have to work, and the baby stays here!

-Come here, Luis.
-Sir?

-Take it.
-What?

-The baby, you idiot!
-Hand it over.

Watch your hands!

Hands off!

Listen carefully,
because I'm sick of your nonsense.

-No one touches this baby, it's mine.
-Out.

Before I go, here are some home truths
I've been saving up for you!

I hope the Changoo goes bust,
and you with it!

I don't give a damn what happens to you!

You ungrateful wench!

Don Gonzalo, if I were you
I'd try to patch things up with Violeta.

Get back out there.
And mind your own business!

Listen here, Don Gonzalo,
you watch your tone with me!

I'm not Violeta. My name is Rita
and I was born in Havana...

-You can get lost too, you old bat!
-Mummy!

-Old hag!
-I'm gonna send you back to the museum!

There are so many things
that I could say to you,

but all I'm going to say is this...

Rita, Rita, Rita!

Your attention, please, dear audience.

I will not be performing here anymore
because that dirty old man,

that funny-faced old nincompoop,
insulted me and fired me.

Maybe now he'll wear a rumba dress
and put on a show for you all.

But before leaving,
I have one more thing to say:

Dirty old man!

There's a real man right here!

Gentlemen, here comes the train

To take me far away

Gentlemen, listen to the train

That will take me far away

Can you hear the whistle
As it rolls along the track?

Can you hear the whistle
As it rolls along the track?

Listen up, gentlemen
Listen to the train, it's coming

Listen up, gentlemen
Listen to the train, it's coming

The train that takes men to seashore

The train that takes men...

Why so stuck-up?
You're new here, aren't you?

Yes.

You should get used to
beckoning the clients.

Right, I have to get used to that.

Well, can I come in?

Yes, come in.

What's up, kid? What are you doing here?

-Is he yours?
-Yes, he's mine.

My son was like that,
about nine months old.

-What happened?
-It was a long time ago.

Don't leave.

Look...

I own a little business like this one,

but a bit nicer.

If you ever want to move
out of this neighborhood,

look me up at La Méquina Loca,
under the bridge.

Let's go!

Rodolfo is here.

Hello, Santiago! What's new?

I've been away. How's the joint?

-I cut you off two months ago.
-Sure, whatever!

We've done good business, right?

And some bad deals, too. But that's life!

I don't want to see you around here.

Take it easy! That deal didn't work out
and we both paid the price.

That didn't work out 'cause you squealed
to the cops and took the dough.

That's not what happened, but if that's
what you think, suit yourself.

I thought maybe you'd be interested
in a quality deal.

-That's why I'm here.
-I appreciate your kindness,

but don't show your face around here,
or you may not find your way out.

Yeah, right!
We'll see who's got sharper spurs.

Mine are plenty sharp.

Now get lost.

Come on, Gato, let's go.
He's in a foul mood.

-What next?
-I'll fetch the girl myself

and find a good place for her.

You know where she is, right?

You'll be doing her a favor,
she's in bad shape.

-Let's go and fetch her.
-Let's go.

I want a word with you. Get in there!

Don't look at me like that.
I'm not going to hurt you.

I've got a business proposition.

That's why I like you. You're so serious!

I always liked you,
but you just ignored me.

Who knows why!

But let me tell you something.

I'll get you out of here
and put you back where you belong.

Just so you know: A woman's worth
comes from the man she's with.

Just look at this dump you're living in!

If you come with me,
things will be different.

Look at me! Fine clothes, plenty of cash.

What else do you want'?

You're stuck in this dump
when you could be living in a penthouse.

Is that baby still here?
No wonder you're in such bad shape!

Hey-

I bet you just wanted my baby!

Get out!

You're coming with me, so start packing.

And watch your tone,
you know what I'm capable of.

If that bug's the problem,
I'll just squash it.

He should've been out of the way long ago.

-Touch him and I'll kill you.
-Hands off!

Don't touch him!

Get off me!

Get off!

How dare you hit me?! Damn bitch!

Stop!

Who do you think you are?
How dare you hit me!

-Your Honor, listen to...
-Silence!

He robbed the jewelers,

murdered the girl at the cinema.

He tried to kill this baby, Your Honor!
He's a murderer!

It's the second time
he's tried to kill the baby!

-She's lying, Your Honor!
-I accuse him!

I'm a man,
and I have never beaten a woman.

-This woman is lying!
-You bastard!

Besides, I don't know
any of these wenches.

Silence!

Lock him up.

The only place you can't leave
is your grave.

-I'll get out of prison, you hear me!
-Murderer!

Take him away.

Silence!

-We did it!
-Thanks, girls. Thank you, Your Honor.

DANGEROUS CRIMINAL ARRESTED
AFTER TIP-OFF FROM VICTIM

Could you tell me
where I can find Don Santiago?

Come with me.

DANGEROUS CRIMINAL ARRESTED
AFTER TIP-OFF FROM VICTIM

Wait.

Come closer.

What's your beef with this guy?

I don't have one.
This is Rodolfo's baby with another woman.

We both worked at Changoo.

I took him in,
and haven't been able to work since then.

He found me in the alley
and wanted to take me with him,

but when he recognized the baby
he got furious and tried to kill him.

I see.

So it's not even your baby?

No, but I love him like my own son.
I took him in when he was abandoned.

Carlos, tell Prieta and Carmen
to move out of the room upstairs.

Yes, sir.

That's the baby's room now.

I can't accept,
I don't want to be a nuisance.

I just need somewhere for the baby
to sleep until I can afford a nanny.

Show her to the room.

Oh. Here's an advance
so you can buy a dress and start working.

Thank you so much!

Come in. Meet Carmen and Prieta.

-What's your name?
-I'm Violeta.

Violeta. I always liked that name!

Start moving your stuff out.
This is the baby's room now.

What baby? Wow, it really is a baby!

-He's my son.
-He's so cute!

-Is he a boy?
-Yes.

Move over, let me see him!

I won't stay long.
We don't need much space.

Don't worry!

The boss said so, and we don't mind
upstairs or downstairs, do we?

Of course!

It's funny, Santiago never gets emotional,

-but he has a soft spot for this kid
-Maybe not just the kid.

-How much did he give you?
-One hundred pesos to buy a dress.

A hundred pesos! Not bad.

Violeta, you can't work in those clothes.

I can lend you a dress.

It's not quite
the Duchess of Windsor's, but...

Let me show you a nice one.
This is my best dress.

-Beautiful!
-Do you like it?

-It's lovely!
-You can borrow it.

-For real?
-Yes.

Why move out? Couldn't you stay here
with my son and me?

-Really?
-You've been so nice to me!

Of course!
And we'll help you look after the baby.

He's so sweet!

If it's okay, I'll start working
right away, Don Santiago.

As you wish. But don't call me
Don Santiago, we're all friends here.

We're all equal at La Méquina Loca.

Check out our clients.

Thank you so much!

Come and join our party, honey!

Our friend here is lonely.
Sit down and we can share the load!

-Order anything!
-That's right.

Sweetheart, I'm one of the best stokers
in the railway. Have a seat!

Check out this beauty, brother!

Who'd have thought I'd run into
such a fine, beautiful girl.

Waiter, pour us some of the good stuff!

The night starts now, and maybe my train
will be missing a stoker tomorrow!

Am I right?

Just look at those eyes!
Come closer, sweetheart.

-What are you drinking?
-Tequila, a double.

Let's have a double tequila!

Can you believe
this stoker's luck, brother?

Come on, pour my girl a drink!
Whatever she wants.

Because beer just makes you fat.

What do you say, sweetheart?

Dance, dance, dance!

No more drinking! It's time for your show.
Can't you hear the crowd?

Let go! I'm sick of this place.
I'm going back to Havana.

-Santiago, I can perform for them.
-Don't worry, they'll calm down.

I was a dancer at the Changoo.
I promise it'll be good. You'll see.

Gentlemen, here comes the train
To take you away

Gentlemen, here comes the train
To take you away

Can you hear the whistle
As it rolls along the track?

Can you hear the whistle
As it rolls along the track?

Gentlemen, listen to the train
As it rolls along the track

Before blowing out the candles,
let's wish for a great future for him.

-Yes! He'll be a great doctor.
-Or a university graduate!

Do you want him to starve?
There are millions of graduates out there!

He'll become president!

Can you imagine
having a president in the family?

I don't care what he becomes,
as long as he's a good person,

and kind to other people.

What a lovely engine!
I bet it's just like the one you drove.

That's right, son! Your dad's a proud
engine driver from Northern Mexico.

Mom, why don't we ever go home on Sundays?

Don't you prefer to go out, sweetheart?

You spend all week at school.

There's no time for that!
We spent all morning at the movies,

then your party,
and you're due back at school at 5.

Sure, Dad. But when I'm older
I'd rather spend Sundays at home.

Whatever you want, sweetheart.

We're very proud of you,

because you kept your word
and came first in your class.

It wasn't so hard, Dad.

I wanted to come first so I could
invite my friends around to our house.

Time to go. It's almost five.

See you next Sunday, sweetheart.
Be a good boy.

Yes, Mom.

See you next Sunday!
Take this and share it with your friends.

Thanks, Dad.

I can't believe
it's been six years, Violeta.

Six years.

Six years!

Go for it, Violeta!

You keep dancing, don't worry.

I think she saw me,
and remembered what I said six years ago.

You shouldn't have come back here.

It's up to you whether I forget
about those six years.

I need dough, right now!

-Let's go then.
-Okay.

Try to pull anything and you're dead.
Are we clear?

-Let's go.
-Let's go, then.

Where's the cash? Or will she pay?

I'd forget about that.

You think so? Hold on!

Gentlemen, here comes the train
To take you away

Gentlemen, listen to the train
That will take you away

Can you hear the whistle
As it rolls along the track?

CLOSED

You live here now, got it?

School's over, and your life will be too
unless you do what you're told!

I don't want to be a thief!
Take me to my mom!

Enough nonsense already! All you
have to do is hide in the drugstore

and open the door when we knock.

Come on. Time to go.

-I don't want to be a thief!
-Is that so?

-You'll do what you're told, you coward!
-I don't want to be a thief!

-I'm your father!
-Mom!

This will teach you!

'MY Son!

I brought you these flowers, Mom.

And sweets and bread for you to eat.

My dear son!

I saved up almost one peso for you.

No, please don't bring me anything.

I just want to see you,
even for a short while.

Keep it, Mom, and buy whatever you want.

It breaks my heart
to think about you all alone...

on the streets...

homeless...

and hungry.

I eat so well, Mom, even dessert!

Don't cry. I'll make a ton of money
when I get older,

and I'll buy you anything you need.

You're not wearing shoes, Mom.

Don't you have any shoes, Mom?

I do have a pair, sweetheart,

but I'm saving them to wear
when I walk out of here,

which hopefully will be very soon, my son.

I miss you so much, Mom.
I want to stay here with you.

I'll do whatever it takes
to get locked up with you.

Don't do that, my son!

You must be a good boy, a brave man.

And I want you to wait for me.

I've pledged my life to God
so you won't suffer...

as much as I have.

-My darling, promise you'll be a good boy.
-I promise, Mom.

I have to get back to work, Mom.

Don't cry.

I'm happy because I got to see you.

Attention! Visiting time is over.

-Be good, my son.
-Yes, Mom.

-Goodbye, my darling.
-Goodbye.

Yes, director. I'm glad you mentioned her,

because I've been meaning to
for some time.

She's hardly eaten or slept
since she got here.

At this rate, she won't last long.

She looks numb,
as if her heart was elsewhere.

And so it is. It's with her son.

In my 10 years here
I have seen plenty of grief,

but nothing like hers.

And all because she rid the world
of a scoundrel,

as if extracting a cancer was a crime.

Sometimes,
justice can be anything but just.

Talk to her. Tell her we'll take
another look at her case.

Hopefully we can offer her some good news
as a gift on Mother's Day.

Want your boots spick-and-span, boss?

MAY 10TH, MOTHER'S DAY

We have a special offer for Mother's Day

for the lady of the house,
the queen of footwear!

I told you, those are the cheapest, kid.

These are all 12 pesos. Standard size.

I've got 10 pesos. I can pay you
the other two on Saturday.

I have to go far away to see my mom.

Leave your money
and pick up the shoes on Saturday.

I have to take them now,
they're a Mother's Day gift.

I can leave my newspapers and my box.

This is a shoe store, not a flea market!

Please, sir, they'll close soon.

-Let me take those shoes for my mom.
-Just to shut you up,

but if you're not back on Saturday,
I'll sell your stuff.

-Thank you, sir, you're a good man.
-Which pair?

-Too late, kid. Come back next Sunday.
-Let me in, sir.

I came from far away
to bring my mom a Mother's Day present.

Mother's Day is over,
and so are visiting hours.

Please, sir, let me in.
I have to give these shoes to my mom.

Don't you get it?
Visiting hours are over. Move along!

Don't be startled.
What are you doing here so late?

I got here too late
and they wouldn't let me in.

I wanted to give my mom a pair of shoes.

Come with me,
let's see what we can do about that.

Life is bitter in here
when you have a loved one on the outside.

And if that loved one is a child...
a defenseless child...

My God, why didn't he come?

Your gift to your mother is not only
a pair of shoes, but her freedom.

Take her far away, and help her forget.

That opening prison gate
offers the chance of a new life.

The past stays here. Carry on together.

Let the light of hope be your guide

until you find a peaceful haven, a place
where love and kindness still prevail,

casting their light
despite all evil and greed.

THE END