All language subtitles for Umbre s03e02.eng

I've never seen you like this.
You are scared!

Pop Puiu, when I took you to that
mate of mine, to sew you back up,

you had one foot in the grave.

There�s another shipment coming through
end of next month, to the Ukraine.

This isn�t a test drive anymore.
It�s the real deal.

Nine million.

I'm scared of Nicu...
and I�m scared of this copper.

He made me!
I swear he made me do it!

He raped me in his office, at his work.

And it is them...

that you though you could double-cross?!

Cause and effect...

That's what's all about.

Fucking shit.

Hey.

Boss, sorry we started without you,
we were hungry.

Cool office, boss.

Small, dark. Intimate, like.

Put on some Barry White
and it's a fuckpad.

Really, boss - cool cat like you,
with your training,

I figured you'd at least have
windows in your office.

It's how I like it.
Wolf in sheep's clothing.

Man, you're like siamese triplets
cloned from the same retarded embryo.

"Boss, your office this,
Boss, your office that..."

If I wanted to check out three parrots,
I'd have gone to the zoo.

That's all you know?
Whipping it out for a pissing contest?

We're game. Are you?

Sooo...

Let's put those millions of years
of evolution to use.

Spell it out.

Nothing so far.

Nicu went to the restaurant, the gym,
got a mani-pedi.

The Captain - the shawarma joint,
the car shop...

His front businesses.

His two-bit joints
that make him millions.

Right. Nothing fishy.

Relu?

Relu's shuttling back and forth.

Yields, signals his turns,
doesn't run red lights.

Helps grannies cross the street,
saves beached whales...

Fixes the ozone layer.

What would you have us do?
Make crimes up to pin on them?

I want you to stop dicking around.

Which is all I see you doing.

You keep spinning stories
about your big bulky balls.

"Back when I was fucking camels
in the desert..."

"Man, I was playing craps
with the Taliban."

And now you're on these guys,
you're acting like decrepit grannies

who can't find their own ass hole!

Start riding these motherfuckers!

Bug them, tail them -
and I mean tail, not watch!

Blackmail'em, corner them,
fuck their women!

Grab their kids, kick them in the face,
so they know we're not playing.

Look, bro...

What the fuck?!

We're all reasonable men, aren't we?

Mate, if you're reasonable,
get the fuck out of my office

and go back to what you were doing.

You can go bust some heads
in the clink.

And you go find a stadium to
kick horny bitches in the twat

when they go gaga
over Enrique Iglesias.

If you're so reasonable,
don't come here

and stuff your faces
with the pizzas I pay for!

I took you on 'cause your files
made you out to be different.

If you're not,
fuck off and stop wasting my time!

Right.

What are our next steps, exactly?

We order some more pizza.
What else?

And, if you don't eat too messily,
we'll draw up a war plan, too.

What's fucking normal about it?

What I'm going through?
You call that normal?

It's not normal to get pregnant at 17,
and then

lose the baby when an asshole
rams into you with his car, and then

runs from the scene
and vanishes into thin air.

I wouldn't call that normal.

Say they found who did it.
Would that have made a difference?

If they had, maybe I'd have
done the same thing to him.

And then...

Finding the culprit is a step
in the process.

But it's not what matters most.

It's not?
So what does matter most?

Healing.

Accepting what happened to you.

And that it wasn't your fault.

What "happened" wasn't my fault.

True.

But that doesn't mean
you're not blaming yourself for it.

Any mother feels responsible
for her child.

And in your case, this responsibility
also encompasses

your relationship with your boyfriend -
your husband.

How do you mean? Why?

Why did you two get married?

- Sorry?
- Why did you guys get married?

- Because we were in love.
- Past tense?

You could've been in love
and not get married.

Because I got pregnant.
We were gonna have a baby.

- And I wanted to...
- Do you think he blames you?

- For the loss of your child?
- I've no idea.

- Are you intimate?
- In other words, do we have sex?

Intimacy doesn't just come down
to sex.

It's also about being close.

Compassionate.
Understanding.

We have sex, barely, and...

I don't know,
It's like we're walking on eggshells.

Last time we tried, I started bleeding
and we stopped.

- Did you talk about it?
- No.

We stayed clear of each other
for a couple of days after.

The trauma you've both been through,
that you're still going through,

needs to be owned.

That sounds very nice.

"Own your trauma."

- But it's just words from books.
- Hm.

Words that come with concrete actions.

Like what?

How am I supposed to own
losing my baby 6 months in?

Life rarely moves in a straight line.

It's mostly a series of accidents,
deviations from the linear.

Some of them, traumatic.
Some of them, less so.

But each one prompts your future path.

We'd like life to go like that.

When it actually goes like that.

Mine goes like this.

Every time you circle back,
emotionally,

to when you lost your child...

you're actually trying
to stay on the straight line.

And why do I do it?
Because I'm an idiot.

Not at all.

Nope.

Not at all.

It's because...

It's because it validates your pain.

You're strengthening your victimhood.

For the certainty it gives you.

Except, in your case,
it's holding you back.

It squanders the vital energy
that you would otherwise use

in order to move on.

- Where are you driving from?
- Odessa.

- And where are you headed?
- It's in the cargo papers.

Bucharest.

What's your cargo?

Fruit.

- Have a nice day.
- Thank you.

"SWAN" RESTAURANT

Howdy.
License and registration, please.

Insurance, too.

- Good day!
- Cheers.

Lovely day we're having, huh?

I've seen better.

- Just curious, what's in the back?
- Cargo.

- What kind of cargo?
- Fruit.

What kind of fruit?

Oranges.

Come on down.

Both of you.
Let's go.

What's in the oranges?

What's in the oranges?

What's in the oranges.

Vitamin C.

So, are you gonna tell me?
Or do we take a look?

Coke... Heroin, hash...

LSD...

Ayahuasca, Mescaline...

They make it from that cactus,
peyote.

All of these - pills.

Ecstasy, MDMA...

Molly, like the kids call it.

Barbiturates...

Meth, Ketamine...
Hash, I already said.

Oh, and a few kilos of mushrooms.
All weed in the front here.

And some of them hallucinogenic frogs.

But those don't work
unless you give'em a good lick.

On their backs.

Bring me a crate.

From the back!

More!

Man, oranges aren't like them chocolate
eggs with the toy surprise inside.

You think you're so smart, eh?

No, I'm the smart one.
He's the looker. Do you fancy him?

- Come on, please.
- What's your problem?

- Did you just assault an officer?
- I didn't see a badge.

I was assaulting an asshat
who picked on a citizen.

Asshat, huh?

Would you call the guy who shoots
a moving target 800 m off an asshat?

Yanks half his head
and his neck clear off?

I can do that with my bare hands.

Packing any pliers, crowbars,
jack knives?

- Uhum.
- I want this whole truck dismantled.

- Down to the last screw.
- But we don't...

NOW!

Boss?

Next week we're moving coconuts.
Make sure you bring a little hammer.

I can't believe it!

Jeez, look how the beanstalk's shot up!

How's the weather up there?
And all sinews, too.

You better not be shooting up roids.

Talking about sinews,
you're one to talk!

- What's up, uncle?
- Truth is...

These new models are rad -
taller, stronger, more...

- ...on the ball.
- Ain't that the truth.

Sometimes.

- Won't you gonna take off that hat?
- Leave him be.

Why would I take it off?
We're not in church, are we?

So, you'd take it off in church,
just not here.

- Good to know.
- If I believed in God, I would.

If you won't do it for me or your mom,
at least show your uncle that respect.

Man, he can show his bare cock
if he feels like it, for all I care.

Especially if he takes after his uncle.

If he takes after you, bro...

Remind me, when did we say
to meet here?

It was 2 o'clock, wasn't it?

What kept you?

- Had some stuff to do.
- If it were me, I'd have stood them up.

Why would I wanna break bread
with a bunch of old farts?

That doesn't apply to you, dear.
You're cover girl material, as always.

Always the smooth-talker, Nicu!

- Is it working?
- Nicu...

Go fish. She's taken.

Excuse me.

So, first we have the goat cheese
with dill and garlic.

- Fish meat balls and eggplant spread...
- What's that there?

- It's deviled eggs with...
- We didn't order that.

I can take them, bro,
give me that chicken protein.

I ordered pickled quail eggs.

Look in your little ledger,
see what you wrote.

- If you can read your scrawl.
- You said eggs and I assumed...

You assumed? Ain't that a twist!

Who do you think you are,
making assumptions, like a philosopher?

- Leave him be, he didn't do anything.
- Hey!

When you're paying, you can talk.
Now, I'm talking.

Uh... you didn't say
what kind of eggs you wanted.

Now I'm a liar too!
You've got some nerve!

- I'd never...
- Are you calling me a liar?

- No, I didn't mean...
- No, go ahead, say your piece now!

How did you get this job?
What were the criteria?

What's in your resume
under "Experience"?

Dumb and crass?!

Go get the owner. Mircea.
Tell him the Captain wants a word.

- Mr. Mircea isn't in today.
- Simmer down, bro, you'll pop a vein.

Then, how will you enjoy
what's coming?

Nicu! You do what you want in Spain.
Over here, I do things my way!

- I'll get your quail eggs right away.
- Go on!

On the double!
Man, he got me fuming.

- Why are you so riled up?
- After the way he talked to me?

He hasn't the foggiest who I am.

Garcon!

Psst, psst!

All done? Bored already?

- No, no. Just going to the bathroom.
- Teddy, kid...

I've seen a lot in my day.

I just wanna say you've got
the biggest balls in this family.

Going through everything you did,
at just 20 years old.

If I ever have a son,

I hope he's just like you.
Nothing would make me happier.

Lion heart, my boy. Lion heart.

Look, if you want,
I'll come hold it for you in the loo.

That's Toto.

Poor thing's only got three legs,
got run over.

Oh, my. Next.

- He's got so much love to give!
- How about a four-legged one?

That's Matilda. A purebred.
Shih Tzu, if you know it, Chinese.

Fuck if I know why the Chinese
keep breeding dogs.

- They're just gonna eat them anyway.
- Get it, man, it looks like Mr. Toma's.

What, I can't have
my own taste in dogs?

Plus, Mr. Toma's was super-clever.
She knew over 200 words.

- That she'd bark, or what?
- No, man, that she'd understand.

"Sit," "stay, "eat," "shake hands,"
"shut the fuck up," that sort of thing.

Look at this noodle,
seems high on ketamine.

She was on it, not anymore.
She was undergoing treatment and...

- She's very smart, you know.
- She knows the multiplication table?

I saw this dog online
who knew his multiplication table.

- No, she doesn't.
- No way, if she's a junkie.

- Once an addict, always an addict.
- True that.

Remember my cousin?
Got him into rehab three times.

He slept a whole year away,
just like this one here.

Well, we're giving her the drugs,
it's not like...

Yeah, but deep down,
she knows she wants it.

You can see it in her eyes.

Hey, lady! I like this one.

What's so special about him?

He's got four legs and no hidden vices.

This dog is quite traumatized,
you know.

His former owner was abusive.

We haven't been able to get close yet.

Come here, boy, come. Don't be scared.

Come here, come on,
I'm not gonna hurt you.

What happened to you, boy?
Did the bad man hit you?

Let's go. Come here.

There's a strong boy.
You're a brave boy, huh?

Yeah, you are...

There we go...

You know, animals can really sense
the good in people.

Hear that? Can you sense me?
Am I good people?

Come here, boy.

Hon!

Hon, Sabin's here for you.
Says you've got work to do.

- Hon, Sabin's here to...
- I heard you, yeah.

What is it? What's wrong?

Nothing.

I'm just not feeling so hot.

- Is it your back again?
- No, it's not my back.

Then, what?

Mariana...

Things are getting out of hand.

What things?

We've got cops on our six
all the time.

I don't wanna do time again.

What are you saying?

I was thinking I'd get my old job back,
at Pop Titi's car shop.

I can earn 1,000 euros a month, easy.

Fixing cars.

If I do some driving too,
plus what I pick up on the side...

Both of us and our three kids,
living on 1,000 euros a month?

But what if they catch me,
put me back in the clinker?

- How's that better?
- How do the others not get caught?

Relu didn't get caught.
Look, he's thriving.

- Marry Relu then, if he's your hero...
- I wasn't saying that.

I'm not Relu, OK?

Not even the Captain's like Relu.
Relu always lands on his feet.

You land on your feet, too.

What the fuck are you even saying?
What planet are you on?

When have I ever landed on my feet?

You call seven years in the clink
landing on my feet?!

That's falling flat on my dick.

And that was over small-time shit.

This right now, it's next-level stuff.

You know what?

Watch your mouth
when you talk to me.

I'm not a whore you kick to the curve
after she sucks you off on the beltway.

I could've had any man I wanted.
But I picked you. Bore you three kids.

And if you're scared shitless,
and you're not ashamed to tell me...

then fine.

I understand.

But listen up -
you'll tell Adela yourself.

Simina and Tatiana too,
when they're back from school.

Got it? When they're home
and come asking for money

to go to McDonald's,
or get a dress for the class play,

or go on a field trip.

You explain to them what's what, OK?

But nicely, just like you told me.

Knock-knock!

What's up, Mister Toader?

I see your taste has evolved.
Very nice.

You know what they say,
"quantity over quality."

What?!

She's my mom.

Ma'am...

You remind me of that show,
"Three Times the Woman".

You're lovely, ma'am.
Tell me, I'm curious...

How much do you bench?

Mr. Toader, are you
a Robin Hood wannabe?

As in?

As in taking from the rich
and giving to the lackeys.

The Captain sent us to get the money.
You're short 5,000.

Times 3 months...
15,000 in one breath.

Like I explained to the Captain
when we last met...

- Hm?
- The inflow ain't what it used to be.

Pff. They're staying in now,
playing on their phones.

True that. I'm always on my phone too,
playing that - whatchamacallit -

"Feisty Cunts",
what's it called, Paganel?

- "Angry Birds".
- That's the one, bingo!

Can't get enough of it. I even play
in my head, when I'm asleep.

But, Mr. Toader,
I still pay my phone bill.

Gotta pay to play.

But... I ain't got it.

I swear it on my kids.
I'll show you my bills.

Hear that, ma'am? He swears it
on your grandkids, that's not OK!

Mr. Toader, we're not here
for your bills.

- We're here for the money.
- I'll show you the bills.

Mr. Toader, it's 15 grand.

But... I don't have it.

Listen...

Do you really want us tripping
on your slots on the way out?

What will you end up paying then
to get them fixed?

Paganel, what the hell, man?
We've known each other how long?

I know your family,
our kids go to school together.

I don't have it, so now what?

Go on.

You'll wreck my slots?

The Captain owns
a third of them anyway, eh?

- Will you wreck the Captain's slots?
- Uh-uh.

The Captain doesn't own her.

Are you...

threatening me?

Do we have a problem?

Hm?

No, boss.

No problems. Only solutions.

I'll be in touch, Robin Hood.
Oh, and ma'am?

Eat your fill while you can,
before Lent.

What are you doing?

- Carrying this washer.
- I take it you're the smart one.

You stop that.
Put the washer down.

Mrs. Gina said to load it
with all the rest.

Get it back inside.

No can do, boss. Mrs. Gina paid us
to load it in the van.

So we're loading it in the van.

OK. You can load it up now.

Don't forget the turf from the yard.

The turf you've been laying
for three years now?

I thought I'd let you have it.

In case you pop back with the lads,
kick the ball around.

I'll leave you some
clean bedding as well.

Maybe you'll wanna cuddle up after.

And you weren't gonna tell me?

Telling's for morons, Relu.

Smart people keep secrets.

Hm?

Weren't you gonna say anything?

Say what? You said enough.

- What did I say?
- That from now on we should...

...see less of each other.
Sorry, not less - not at all.

Your words. We shouldn't see
each other at all from now on.

So, why should I stay? Magda's gone,
Chuckie's school is an hour away...

He didn't use to mind
walking an hour from school.

No, it's me who minds it.
He's taking too long to get back.

This is our home.

This used to be our home.

It's just a house now.

A house where I keep the lights on
at night, scared of intruders.

What intruders?

Dunno, maybe somebody wants
to fuck me. Ever considered that?

You haven't.

Who'd have the balls to fuck
Relu Oncescu's wife?

Relu Oncescu.

- So, where are you going to stay?
- Why do you care?

So you know where not to come visit?

- Where are you gonna stay?
- In a flat in the city.

What flat? Whose?

Relu, I -

- These past few months, I've...
- Mrs. Gina, it's full.

We'll have to make another run.

- Meaning, I'll pay twice.
- Uh, just for the gas.

- I'll swing by later, bring them over.
- No need, thanks.

- Then, we'll come back for them.
- Get out.

Get out.

I said I'll bring them over.

You're right.

What foreign language is that?

I've never heard you say
"you're right" before.

You know what?

Let's sell the house.

Get rid of it.

You can keep all the money.

You can use it to get a flat.

All right, let's do that.

And maybe you'll get me a new washer
for a housewarming gift.

What the fuck?!

Hey!
What's up, boy? Come here.

- You brought him.
- I promised I would.

And you brought all his toys, I see.

He took them himself.

You could've stopped him taking
literally all of them.

How come? Weren't they for him?

Yes. For him to play with,
not tear apart on the first day.

I don't know if you noticed,
but Teddy isn't a Guinea pig.

I did notice.

I don't get it.
I thought you'd be happy.

Of course I'm happy.

Here you go, boy.

Wow, he was parched all right.

Didn't he drink any water today?

I didn't get a chance to give him any.
We've been playing.

Didn't get a chance to?!
It takes 30 seconds.

He's barely in the door and...
what's going on?!

No idea.
Asking you to be responsible?

Never mind, we'll just teach him
to turn the tap on himself.

Right, boy?
You'll learn to fend for yourself.

You go to therapy once and that's it?
Your chakras are all aligned?

Meaning?

Dunno, you just came in so -
full of life lessons.

All enlightened.

So being enlightened is, what?

Giving the dog water when he's thirsty?

Let's just drop it.

Let's not.

- Dunno, I barely brought my dog...
- Your dog?

- I thought we're in this together.
- Of course we are.

Like we were earlier,
at lunch with my folks.

Where you said you'd come. But...

...maybe you were there,
under your holistic shape.

And I just couldn't see it,
since I'm not all that enlightened.

But it's fine.
I know you think my folks suck.

I thought you thought they suck.

They do, but my uncle from Spain,
he doesn't suck. He's actually cool.

You could've come, met him at least.

But I got the message,
you had stuff to do

that mattered more
than coming with me.

And you had stuff to do that
mattered more than coming with me.

I'm gonna go walk my dog.

I'm gonna go walk our dog.

May I?

Or am I so reckless I can't be trusted
to cross the street

without getting both of us run over?

Pop Puiu!

Who's there?

Did you bring me that smoked salmon
I asked for?

It's Relu, pops.

What are you doing here?

I was sleeping.
Until some bozo woke me up.

Pops, what are you doing here,
under this bridge?

I was sleeping.
Until some bozo woke me up.

Come on, I'm taking you home.

Come on, pops, please.
Let's go.

Let's go home, grab a bite.
You can take a shower.

Showering's for sissies.

Take this. Light it for me.

Pops, let's go home.

Hey!

Someone get this bozo off my back.
There's 100 in it for you.

- Say again?
- Not you. You're deaf and stupid.

100 lei for ridding me of this bozo.

I'll give you 200 if you help me
get this crazy geezer to my car.

300 lei.

300...

For 300, I'll get myself to your car.

As the great thinker
Zlatan Ibrahimovich once said,

"When Zlatan comes into your home,
you're the guest."

Please, make yourself at home.

I got us red, 'cause you're more
the sanguine type.

Plus, red wine's the blood of our Lord
Jesus Christ.

So? How was your day?

The shipment is going down.

I don't know when exactly, but soon.

Coming from the Ukraine.
9 million euros' worth of stuff.

But, until then...

Until then?

They'll keep messing with you.

Messing with us?
With the Romanian Police?

How?

They wouldn't be trucking in oranges,
prompting us to pull them over

and make fools of ourselves.

Every op costs me, Nicoleta.

Not just money, reports too,
which I send upstairs.

And the bottom field,
under "Result",

is blank every time.

I can't leave it blank any longer.

Or my bosses will whoop my ass
with a fly swatter.

I can't find out.

Only Nicu and Relu know these things.

Do you know what I loved playing,
as a child?

Red Rover.

If you could hack it, on your own,

and I could, 'cause I can,

you'd slam into them and thrash'em.

And I would thrash them.

My least favorite game was Telephone.

'Cause you'd always get one guy
who was dumber...

...deafer, or meaner...

...and who would end up
feeding you bullshit.

- I tell you everything I learn.
- And the game went to shit!

I tell you everything I know.

Everything.

Look. I'm gonna show you
what a nice guy I am.

From now on,
you won't need to tell me anything.

Stuff sometimes slips your mind...

Or you mix up the details...

Life's hard like that.

From now on, I wanna know
what you know first-hand.

I'd stay, but I see you're tired.

And empathy's always been
my Achilles heel.

"But until then..."

"they'll keep messing with you."

How much did he say he wanted?

Mhm.

Jeez, mother fucking lucky turd!

Five years ago, when I was doing 200
on the freeway,

I gave him 100 euros
and he couldn't thank me enough.

Would've sucked my dick
for that dough.

And now he's turning the screws on me?

Never mind that, ain't about the money!
Fuck that mother-fucking copper!

Takes him half a year to make 5 grand,
for fuck's sake.

And now he thinks he's found himself
a cash cow?

Mother-fucking greedy guts!

Carmin, let me call you back,
something's up with the mutt.

Tarzan, boy!

Hey.

What's gotten into you all,
footling about this spot?

Hey, doofus.

Come here before you catch your cold
and leave me alone in that house...

What's up, Toader?

Cheers, Captain, sir.

Who the fuck do you think you are,
sticking your wank hand out at me? Hm?

- I...
- Did I say you could speak?

- No.
- Well, then?

Jerk-off, when I send my lads over
to get what you owe me,

you don't go spinnin' stories
about papers and whatever.

'Cause if you're jerking their chain,
you're jerking my chain.

And no one jerks my chain, got it?

I'll show you the papers,
see if I'm lying.

I know I look like a good,
God-fearing Christian.

But I'm no priest. I don't give a toss
if you're lying or not.

5,000 a month was our deal
when I got you out of that jam.

And now, what?

You know what?

Captain!! Captain!!

Help!

You motherfucker! I will kill you!

Help!

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