All language subtitles for Daughter.of.Fire.S01E18.How.Much.Betrayal.Is.Too.Much.1080p.DSNP.WEB-DL.DD.5.1.H.264-playWEB.[Feranki1980]

They killed him worse than an animal.

-What are we going to do?
-I'll take care of Forster Taylor.

I'm in Buenos Aires. Those guys were here.

Keep me posted.

You once told me…
…your mission was for life.

You failed at everything.

Safe travels.

Wait. Pino didn't come out.

You think they killed him inside?

I know what really matters to you,
the properties.

Especially Montecito,

which is now part of my investment group.

What the fuck did you do,
you son of a bitch? I'm gonna kill you!

What did you do to me?

-Pause it.
-Yes.

Why don't we take him
to the hospital, Araujo?

I've got the car right out front.

Araujo!

I'm sorry.

Goddammit, Fausto, call me ASAP.

I found out who's behind all this.
Call me now!

Thanks, Chief, for everything.

You recognized the person we just saw.

Mailén Millán, the… the native woman.

I've called in forensic experts.
We saw Pino go in, but not come out.

-I'll keep you updated.
-We'll stay in touch.

What happened?

They argued.

-He got nervous.
-Who argued?

My husband and my brother. It got heated.

-A bit of a scuffle.
-He fell?

The body's… beat up.

The thing is, he was like 150 years old,

and was more out of it
than he is now, Araujo.

What's up? Who are you calling?

The ambulance, to have him taken away.

Or do you want
to drive him yourself, Fausto?

Hi, good morning,
can you send an ambulance?

-To Taylor's place.
-Call me right now.

-I found out who's behind all this.
-Yeah. Thanks.

Finally, Fausto.

What's going on?

-Start the car.
-You're screwed, assholes.

Oh, really?

I'd say you're the ones who are screwed.
Now drive, you piece of shit.

It's done.

Uh. Come, I'm cooking.

Hi.

Even if you speak in code,
I know what you mean, okay?

They are sharing everything
in "Bombs 'n' Explosions."

That's the town ladies' group chat.

It's my most reliable source.

They're saying the notary…

They say it was a heart attack.

We'll be transporting him now, all right?

Did you kill him? How did you do it?

No, no. Technically, Fausto killed him.

I helped, gave him a little push
with… some meds,

got Fausto all worked up so he'd snap.

Anyway, I'm sure
the group will fill you in.

He was a poor old man.
Listen, even criminals...

Stop calling him "poor."

Look, my dad left everything to me
in the will.

You know what this "poor man" did?
He hid it, and I ended up with nothing.

No one here's innocent, got it?

What is it?

Nothing, just a bloodstain
I… hadn't noticed.

-Was he given any meds today?
-No, he only took oral medication

Hey!

-Marichu…
-What happened?

Ask Fausto what happened.

-What are you saying?
-He killed him.

-Are you crazy? What're you talking about?
-He beat the shit out of him.

He was on the floor gasping,
and Fausto kept hitting him.

-No. That can't be.
-Fausto's a brute and you know it.

Don't even think about saying a word.

I'm very sorry, ma'am.

-Thank you.
-Do you want to tell me what happened?

He was talking, we were chatting, and…

…he started feeling unwell.

Well, the doctor told me
he had an altercation with your brother.

-Is he here?
-He left.

-Was it a physical altercation?
-What do you mean, physical?

As in violent.

So who's next?

-Who is it?
-Hold on.

Nehuén.

He can stay here too, if you want.

Thanks.

He's at a house we have in Buenos Aires.

Hey.

You were right.
Sosa came to investigate Pino.

-He's already there?
-Yeah.

He figured it all out.

He saw you
on the security camera.

But don't worry, I got to him
just before he could say anything.

I've got him at the Devoto house.

You're sure he didn't talk to anyone?

Positive.

All right. Keep him there
and I'll figure out what to do.

Okay.

Say it, fucking savage,
Letizia is the bastard...

DAUGHTER OF FIRE

What the hell, Sosa?

You called me 1,000 times
and now you won't pick up? Call me!

-What are you doing?
-I'm heading to Madrid.

Just like that?

Yeah, just like that. A contract came up,
and I have to go sign it.

Can't you just do that remotely?

Sure, but there are some things
I prefer to handle in person.

We're getting married in ten days, Leti.

I need to go.

My brother-in-law just died.

-The notary?
-Mm. Yeah.

What happened?

I don't know.

He was old
and not doing great lately, but…

Seeing my sister like that,
so devastated, destroyed…

-A lifetime together, you know?
-Mm.

That's what I want for us.

To be partners for life.

I want to spend my whole life with you.

Please, baby, don't go.

Oh, Fausto.

You know I have…

Really strong instincts.

And there's something
inside me telling me that…

That you're the man I always dreamed of.

The one I was waiting for.

A good man. Protective.

So, don't worry about this trip.
I'll go, come back, and we'll get married.

-I love you. I love you.
-Me too.

I love you.

Why don't you ask David to take me?

You know he had to travel too.
He won't be able to. So I'll take you.

-But is everything okay?
-Yeah, I guess.

He had to go deal with some family stuff.
He didn't go into details.

Don't worry,
I'm sure it's nothing serious.

-Mm.
-I'll take you.

No, you don't have to. I'll call a car.
You need to be with your sister.

-Your brother-in-law just passed.
-No, no, no, no, no.

I'll drive you, and then I'll come back
to be with my sister.

-Mm?
-Okay.

Finish packing in peace.

Okay, love.

Okay.

-Everything all right?
-I don't know.

What's wrong with this?

What the fuck
is going on now? Motherfucker.

So?

Nah, I don't know. I don't get it.

Don't worry, I'll call Fernando

-so he can take you to the airport.
-No, don't worry. I'll order a car.

All right. I'll take care of it.

Mm. Thanks.

Looks like we won't see
each other again until the ceremony.

Mm.

Our new life together starts very soon.

I can't wait.

-Me neither.
-Mm.

-Hi.
-Mm.

So are we really going through
with this idea of us leaving together?

Of course I am. I meant what I said.
And you? Were you joking?

Don't tempt me. I'll grab three shirts,
two pairs of underwear,

-and we'll leave right now, huh?
-Let's go.

Hey, sweetheart.
Come on in, it's cold.

-Let me help you. Come in, come in.
-Thanks.

So, where are we going?

I don't know.
I figured we'd just hit the road,

and when it splits left or right,
we'll decide then.

Did you pack your bags
because you knew I'd say yes?

Or because you left Saavedra's place?

No, because I have to go to Madrid.

Are you okay?

Mm.

A friend of mine died, and it hit me hard.

I'm sorry. A friend from Madrid?
Is that why you're going?

No, I don't know, no...
Let's not talk about that now.

-I don't want to ruin the night.
-Hmm.

-So what do we do?
-I'm cooking something. You want to come?

-Okay.
-Let's finish cooking... Well…

Actually, it's almost done.
Wanna set the table and we'll eat?

Sure.

You can just leave that
on the counter if you want.

-Okay.
-I'll take it out in a sec.

Smells amazing.

LAURA CORTÉZ, CLARA CORTÉZ
RE: INQUIRY INTO CAUSES OF DEATH

What's this?

An old case from like 20 years ago.

A woman and her daughter died in a fire.

At first, they said it was an accident,

then they said it was suicide,
then some mental breakdown.

But to me, it never made sense.

I knew Laura. She wasn't like that.

Ah. So why are you digging
into a case that old?

Because María Pedraza
had "bastard" written on her arm.

And that's what they used to call Clara,
that lady's daughter.

She was my best friend when I was a kid.

My first love. My first girlfriend.

And my first tattoo artist too.
She gave me this.

It was a promise.

I was making her one too…

…but I never finished it.

Does talking about this hurt?

Yeah. A little. I don't know,
it was a long time ago.

But her death really got to me.

She was very special to me.

And when she died…

I don't know,
I was just… …really sad.

I didn't want to eat, I didn't want
to go out, I didn't want to do anything.

And now, seeing María Pedraza
with that written on her arm,

I started thinking…

…maybe things didn't happen
the way they said.

So, I started digging.

You son of a bitch!

Letizia can't be the bastard.

I saw them myself,
her and her mother, burned to a crisp.

When a person dies, their pillü,
their soul, resists leaving the body.

That's why, when you killed the bastard,

my people took the body to my mother,
and together with other machis,

they performed a ritual
to bring her back to life.

Her soul was too young to enter the Pu-Am…

…so she returned from the dead.

To get revenge.

You screwed up, idiots!

The girl in that fire wasn't Clara!

It was Malena, David's sister.

Right.

That's why he betrayed Fausto.

You huincas have a warped idea
of what betrayal and loyalty really mean.

Go fuck yourself.

-So how is this going to go?
-Exactly like this.

You and Fausto are next,
the last two pieces of shit left.

Let me out of here!

Look, your boss.

God, he's such a pain in the ass.

Sosa, where are you???

Why are you opening the door?
Where are the maids?

-I fired them.
-All of them?

All of them. I don't want
any more strangers in this house.

False alarm.
Talk later.

But what are you talking about, Sosa?

Huh? Call me.
Things are getting serious around here.

Fausto, did you kill Reynaldo?

-Are you out of your mind?
-Don't be stupid, Marichu.

Like I'd actually kill him.
I just shook him up a bit

-and then he went and died.
-Your sister says you killed him.

My sister's a moron.
He was basically dead already.

-Then why hit him at all?
-Because he betrayed me.

He betrayed me!
They got the deeds from the Pedrazas

and that old fuck signed everything over
to the Amancay Group.

Wait.

-What do you mean by "everything"?
-Everything is everything.

The estate in Mendoza.

La Juanita.
Even Montecito, Marichu.

-They took Montecito from us.
-Montecito?

Everything we inherited
from Feliciano? Everything?

Everything.

On top of that, I looked into the nun.
She's dead.

And who would want to take all of it,

and actually have the balls
and the intel to pull it off? Who?

Not many suspects left, huh?
Half the town's dead already.

Sosa.

Sosa's always felt shortchanged.

He's always said it.
To him, it was always 50/50.

He never liked being your number two.
You know that, right?

I never thought he'd have the balls
to go through with it.

Confront him. Now. Talk to him now.

-He's not here.
-What do you mean, "not here"?

-He's not.
-Where is he?!

He's in Buenos Aires.
He left for Buenos Aires.

He left for Buenos Aires?

We're getting robbed blind,
and he leaves for Buenos Aires?

How convenient, hm?

Motherfucker!

Son of a bitch!

-God, you scared the hell out of me.
-It's just me, Walter.

So…

-I've talked to everyone.
-Okay.

Said my goodbyes,
and I'm on my way to Madrid.

We'll stay here a few days
and figure things out.

-Sounds good to me. Welcome.
-Thank you.

We need to talk.

About what we're going to do with Sosa.

-Mm.
-So, you decide what you want to hear.

No, no, I…
I'm gonna go check if pigs are flying.

-All right.
-You two talk.

We'll let you know.

-Hello?
-Hey.

So I'm here with Sosa. What's the plan?

We're done with Forster.

Rosa was supposed to be next,
then Marichu, but plans have changed.

Exactly. We can't snatch him

like we did with the Pedrazas,
it'll put everyone on alert.

We have to switch up the order.
Sosa's next.

-I'll take care of him.
-No, what do you mean,

"take care of him"? Don't even think
about it. You're not shooting him.

He must have the ending we agreed on.

Hold on, Clari.
Doing it that way is risky.

Did you forget what Sosa did?

Fausto and Sosa were the most sadistic.

And I want Sosa

to get the ending he deserves.

Moving him now is too dangerous.

What if something goes wrong
and Fausto gets off the hook?

Fausto's not walking away from this.
He's already paying.

What matters is the message.
We'll bring him back here to die.

All right. So how do we do it?

I'll take care of it. Give me a sec.

Hey, I was just thinking about you.

How are you? Are you around?

Yeah, I'm in Los Cóndores.
I was just about to call you.

I've got a job for you.

What's it about?

You have to bring something
from Buenos Aires.

Of course, that's what I do.

It's something delicate, though.

-How delicate?
-The town's commissioner.

Whoa.

He's with one of my guys right now.

You should bring him
and land in the field from last time.

Look, I would, but this isn't cheap.

Name your price. When you land tomorrow,
I'll bring you the cash.

Deal.

Hello?

What do you know about Sosa?

I'm sure you know
more about Sosa than I do.

I talked to the others,
but they're all loyal to your boss.

No one tells me anything.
But I know you hate him,

so if you know something,
you're gonna tell me.

And what exactly should I know?

He left the country, right? He's gone?

Tell me,
it's better if you cooperate with me.

Why would I want to cooperate with you
after what you did to Milagros?

You're involved in all this, aren't you?

Your boss disappeared,
and you don't even flinch.

You're mixed up in this shit too, huh?
Son of a bitch.

The only ones knee-deep in shit here
are you guys.

And your time's almost up.

-Motherfucker.
-Dad?

Tell me you managed to reverse
the deals that useless old man made.

No, no, no, Fausto,
we came from the Manzano registry.

The deals
are already registered, right, Fer?

Well, then do something,
put up money, erase it!

It's impossible, Fausto.

The owners signed,
and besides, they're dead now.

Technically, you have nothing to claim.

-Hello.
-You left without saying goodbye.

I didn't want to wake you up.

Where are you?

I'm about to catch my flight.

When will you be back?

I'm coming back for the wedding.

Why do you keep doing this?

Juan, you're the most…

The most special thing
that's ever happened to me.

I feel like I've known you
from another life.

I don't know.

You restored my faith in people.

I love your kindness,
your integrity, your courage…

And your cooking skills.

That sounds like a goodbye.

No, why would you say that?
Don't be dramatic.

You're getting married.

I'll never say goodbye to you.

I love you.

I love you too, Juan.

Safe travels.

-Any news from Nehuén?
-Not yet.

I'm still waiting for… for some audio,
some message,

anything from David,
cursing grumpily like he used to.

Mm. Or cursing me…

…as always,
because he said I did everything wrong.

-Well, he was in love.
-He was in love with you.

I'd love to believe that, but no.
Maybe he could've fallen in love, but…

We never had the time.

Sorry. It's my fault.

No, of course not. It was their fault.

And today we took down one more.

That really keeps me going.

Girls, sorry.

Rosa just showed up for a visit,

she came as a surprise,
I wasn't expecting her.

Please stay here in the room
and be quiet, thanks.

Come with me.

-Rosi!
-Mm.

Come in, come in.

-Excuse me.
-Please, come in.

Whoa! What's all this?

-Oh, you see?
-Mm.

-Looks good, right?
-Mm.

I hope it turned out well.

-Wait, since when are you a baker?
-I'm preparing for the wedding.

I'll send you the recipe later.

No, no, thanks.

And you should start losing hope too, huh?

Oh, Rosa, such bad vibes.

You spent three weeks daydreaming
about that Spaniard who left you,

and now you call me to, what, vent?

Well, okay, if you don't want
to talk about me,

let's talk about you.

Did you go
to that psychologist I recommended?

I don't know if talking
to a stranger is for me, Walter, no…

All right, Rosi, but it will do you good.

The pain over your sister
and niece is huge,

and you have to talk to someone.

Did you notice?
She didn't come as a surprise.

Yeah, obviously.

Look, guilt is a horrible feeling.

But at the same time,
it means you're not a psychopath,

you're a person who made mistakes
and then regretted them.

Yeah, but the more I know Fausto,

the more stupid I feel for all the crap
I did for him out of love, you know?

Rosi…

…let's separate the wheat from the chaff.

That wasn't and isn't love.

You're not stupid, you're a victim.

And he's a manipulative asshole. Mm?

Yeah.

But I betrayed my sister.

And that's unforgivable.

No therapy will save me.

All right, all right,
I'll bring the tea.

Eat whatever you want.

I have a plane on a private runway
owned by some friends.

Everything's arranged,
it's an hour from here.

All right, let's go then.
Check there's no one outside.

-Good.
-And you…

Don't even think
about doing anything, okay?

Or you won't like what happens.

Rosi, Rosita,
thanks for stopping by. Mm.

Thanks to you for the invite…

-Hmm.
-…for feeding me all this delicious stuff.

Though you always end up
leaving me all emotional.

It's true,
what's not cried becomes embodied.

Look, sometimes people make mistakes.

But you can't torture yourself
over it forever.

You have to know…

You have to know
how to forgive and forgive yourself.

-All right, all right, all right.
-Mm?

It's fine, Walter, see you later
at the shop. Thanks.

What a great actor,
look at the scene he put on.

I swear I didn't know anything,

she took me by surprise.

Can you believe it? Anyway, I don't know
if you heard the conversation,

but I stand by what I said.

You have to know how to forgive
and forgive yourself.

Mm. Some things are unforgivable, Walter.

Oh, please, don't compare saintly Rosi
to asshole Fausto, okay?

Look, I'm not in the mood to figure out
how much betrayal is too much betrayal.

We gotta go now. Can we borrow your car?

The car?

Yeah, it's outside.
But wait, let me check no one's coming.

Anyway, we're coming out with you.
Let's go.

Good teamwork.

There he is.

-Thanks, Fran.
-At your service.

You turned out to be a real whore,
just like your whore mother. Whore! Whore!

Look me in the eyes

and say again
I'm a whore just like my mother.

Come on, let loose on the pervert
you always were, Sosa.

Come on, take your pleasure.

It's like the last supper on death row.

You've got one hour to die.

And you're going to die
in the most horrible way,

you'll suffer so much…

You'll suffer in one hour
what I suffered in 20 years.

You'll suffer like a whore.

-The only whore here is you. Whore!
-Take him away.

-Whore! You whore!
-This fucking asshole's cell.

Get everything ready.
I'll call you in a bit.

Hey!

Hi. Sorry I couldn't let you know,
but in the end I didn't leave.

No, out of all the lies you've told me,
the trip to Madrid doesn't even matter.

Juan, let me explain.

I've had my doubts
about you for days.

I followed you.

Last night, when you left,
I wasn't sleeping.

I know you've been hiding out
at Walter's

with Mailén,
the woman who killed the Pedrazas.

-You told me you didn't know her.
-It's not that...

-That you had no idea what she'd done.
-Juan, please, listen to me, it's...

I don't want to hear it.
What now, you've got Sosa locked up?

I'm no fan of his,

but I still know right from wrong.

Not everything in life
is black or white, Juan.

No, of course not. But all these deaths,
everything that's been happening,

it all leads back to Laura Cortez.

Because María Pedraza
had "bastard" written on her arm.

Why do they call you "the bastard"?

That's what they called Clara.

It can't all be just a coincidence.

This feels like revenge.

When I looked at her file,

I realized a lot of the people
listed there are now dead.

Even the notary.

And I thought I was so sharp,
so perceptive,

like I could see beyond appearances.
But I didn't see it.

The day I saw you again,
I had this strange feeling.

A lump in my throat.

Like I'd known you all my life.

But I still didn't see it.

Not even when you showed me that tattoo.

The tattoo
caught your attention, didn't it?

It was right in front of me
so many times, and I never saw it.

Are you sure this won't fade?

Yeah. My brother got all his tattoos
done the same way.

I didn't see that you're Clara…

…my childhood love.

The little girl I missed all these years.

The one I still miss.

You're Clara, and you came back
to get revenge on the people who hurt you.

And I get it.

I swear, I do.

But I can't let you keep going with this.

Because I believe in right and wrong.

And this is really wrong.

♪ Eh, eh, eh ♪

Put your hands on the car.

You're under arrest.

Subtitles by Bert Van Oosterwijck