All language subtitles for 07-The.Pier.S02E07.WEBRip.x264-ION10-eng

"The day Ariadna saw her dead husband,
she felt paralyzed

looking for something to be able to say,
'Sorry, you're mistaken. It's not him.'

But no.

It was. It was him.

However, the man lying there
wasn't the husband she knew.

He was someone who had handed over
his ethics and his morals

so love could not lose its hold on him.

He'd become a man
who moved money for a pimp

and what hurt most
wasn't that he'd become a crook,

but that he was now a puppet
with no will of his own.

He came to that very conclusion himself
on May 8th, a day before his death.

Love is so immense,

it will take over
your identity just to feed itself."

I don't know who I am
or where my home is!

"It will engulf you to the point where
rather than enjoying it,

- you become a slave to it."
- It's over, Oscar.

- Please.
- It's over.

"With no will of his own,

swaying like branches
at the mercy of the wind,

Orlando realized, that day in May,

that he had to do something
to keep from going crazy.

He then made the decision
that would take him to his death."

I just landed in Santo Domingo.

I'm heading to Panama
and you'll have the money in two days.

Shit...

- What took you so long?
- You didn't turn your phone on?

No, but I'm going crazy.
He won't stop banging on the trunk.

- I went to the drugstore.
- The drugstore?

Why?

Alejandra, we've kidnapped a guy
and put him in the trunk.

- Take that.
- Okay.

I went to my mom's house
and brought back

tranquilizers, sedatives,
sleeping pills.

I think it's enough.
Open the distilled water.

Juanito, Juanito.

I think they must be giving away
journalism degrees,

because everybody here
seems to know everything.

They all think this polyamory
is something they've invented.

That women have been liberated
because they can bed hop now.

Like they've been given permission.

But I've been a sailor for 22 years

and when you get
to Greenland to fish for cod,

that's when you realize.

When you realize what? A beer, please.

That there's nothing an Eskimo woman
hadn't done before a Spanish one.

Wow, 22 years at sea...
Long time to be away from home, right?

Yes, sir, seven months a year.

Damn.

- And are you married?
- I was. Why do you think I went to sea?

Yeah, I guess every now
and then relationships need...

airing out every now and then,
or they rust. Even if you have kids.

You like asking questions.

What if I ask you
what you're doing here?

Because I've seen you around for weeks.

I'm thinking of moving here.
Divorce is on the cards.

Did your wife leave
or are you waiting for her to?

One left me already. And the other
would if she knew the truth.

Have some whiskey
instead of that carbonated shit.

- No.
- Hey!

Don't turn me down.
Don't sweat it, I've got a tab.

Listen, young man,
love doesn't last long.

Some people say three years,
but I'd say less.

When you sleep together
the first few times, that's love.

When you meet,

when you win them over, that's love.

After that, it becomes something else.

It's more comfortable,
but it isn't love.

So to feel that again
and keep it alive...

you must have lovers.
The more, the better.

You're happy
and it makes you love your wife more.

- That's one way of looking at it.
- Have some whiskey.

And don't worry, it's not a gift.
It's a loan.

One espresso.

- See you later, Juanito.
- You didn't finish your wine, sir.

You smell like a cop
from 100 miles away.

Maybe you were expecting someone else.

- A woman.
- How would you know?

I'm Oscar's widow.

Look, I don't want trouble.
I didn't know him, he sought me out.

- What for?
- If you want the truth,

no idea.

Oscar left money with a friend of mine
because he had to do something.

It was a lot of money.
My friend is dead now.

Oscar was coming to meet you.

So, either you tell me what he wanted or
I take you to the precinct at gunpoint.

Get it?

Why did you tell his wife
he owed you money?

Because he did.
He came to the bar, we chatted,

I bought him a few whiskies.
Ten euros, that's what he owed me.

I didn't know who he was.

Do you have kids?

Two I know of.

Legitimate.
I liked women more than Errol Flynn.

- And where are they?
- Don't know.

The last time I saw them,
the girl had pigtails

and the boy had a bumfluff mustache.

They were really smart kids.

Hey, my kids made me happy, you know?

Seeing their grades, buying them bikes,

but feeding them every damn night,

reading them stories,
blowing their noses...

So one day you got tired
and went out for cigarettes, right?

And...

Then, you occasionally sent them
a Christmas card?

For the first few years, but then...

Then nothing.

Well, not nothing.

You sent a CD.

When the eldest turned 16...

The biggest French hits.

For years, I thought you lived in Paris

and that you'd sent me
that CD because...

because you missed me
or you were coming back.

But you probably bought it
at a gas station in Tudela.

Oscar.

Oscar León, that's my name now.

I took Mom's husband's surname.

Three months ago
I had surgery for appendicitis.

Until that moment, I hadn't realized...

to what extent my life
had become a labyrinth

and then I thought of you.

I hadn't thought about you
since the Paris thing.

And you think it's my fault
that you're life became a labyrinth?

I don't know.

I paid a guy to look for you
and I rented a house real close by.

You weren't expecting me to cry?

Or to apologize?

I never did anything I regret,
in my life.

I've always lived
exactly the way I wanted to.

I've drunk everything
and fucked everything, and here I am.

- Doing great.
- I didn't come for an apology.

Everyone says leaving makes you
a coward, but the opposite is true.

Being a coward is watching your life
waste away and not making a decision.

You've got to have balls
to leave your family and not look back.

To leave what you love most
for something you love even more.

That's the hardest thing you can do.

Life comes to an end.

If you want to know what it's about,
you have to live.

Being part of a family
you don't belong to kills you.

It kills you...

and the people around you.

We spent one night together
and that was it.

I don't believe in blood, okay.

Affection
has to be felt with the heart...

or with the bond of years gone by.

There won't be any more
bonding with him.

Yeah, his wife told me he'd died.

He didn't just die.
He was killed.

The night you spent together
was his last alive.

Oscar stole that money, came to meet you
and when he came back, he was killed.

There must have been something else that
he said or did while you were together.

A sentence, a name,
a phone call, something.

No.

Yes! There was a phone call.

- He was arguing and explaining himself.
- Or they were threatening him?

I don't know.

Let me explain.

I didn't go to Santo Domingo,
but of course I have the money.

Listen, I can't do that.
I can't. I need time.

I need time to deal with something.

Jesus, I'll explain later.

He left without saying a word
and I went back to sleep.

That was the last time I saw him.
I never saw him again.

My coffee, your wine
and what Oscar owed you.

Juanito, have you been playing
the machine at night again?

That's illegal. You know that, right?

You know what? There are lucky people
and there are people with no luck.

"Orlando went looking for his father
in search of comfort.

In an attempt to confirm that the poison
in his life was also in his blood

to be able to keep blaming him.

But he felt like
the same scumbag he always had.

Because of that torment,

he had to make the decision
he hadn't been able to make

in the last eight years."

Don't move.

Stop moving, dammit,
it's for your own good.

If you move I can't guarantee
where I'll inject you.

Don't move and all will be fine.

- Again?
- Yes.

Won't it be too much?

I'm wondering...

how many condoms get used here
on an average day.

A day like today, for example, a Monday.

I take it you do hygiene inspections
and check-ups and everything.

It's mandatory for all businesses.

What the fuck do you want, Lieutenant?

Have you come to do an inspection?
What are you doing here?

You thug doormen are the black boxes
for back-alley dives like this.

When there are no security camera's,
there's you guys.

Deciding who comes in, who leaves,
what each of them wants.

I'm sure you know what Oscar
was doing here the day he died.

Why would I tell you?

Listen, I could take
this cigarette down the precinct,

put it in an evidence bag,
and stick any label I want on it.

Next thing is,
you become my wife's third rapist

and you get ten years in the slammer.

I'm sure a pretty boy like you
will go down a storm in the showers.

From what I heard,
there are no cubicles.

That's illegal... pig.

You wouldn't do a thing like that.

I'd have to agree there,

but pointing a gun at a guy
for no reason

and telling him to spill his guts
or I'll blow his head off,

that's a bit more illegal, right?
Asshole.

Hey, Oscar!

Look what I got my grandson,
I bought it online.

It's amazing, man.

You pay on a virtual platform
with virtual money

- and the next day it's here.
- Andrés, I want to quit.

I want to quit my job, Andrés.

I'll give you a raise. 40 per cent.
How's that?

I don't want more money, I want to stop.

Listen, I started working
with you in a moment of...

I don't know, madness.

I was crazy about a woman
who'd appeared in my life

and the beauty of this place.

I've been living this crazy life
for eight years, but I'm done.

I have three dummy companies in Panama,

two in the Virgin Islands,

and two more in San Martin
that you opened

that I don't even know
the fucking names of.

- Okay, but you can hire someone else.
- What should I do?

Place an ad and start interviewing?

"Money launderer wanted."
Come on, man.

Come in.

Andrés, sweetie. Antón Llopis is here
with the guys he booked for.

Come here and
I'll tell you something.

This guy here, the accountant,
he just turned down a 40% raise.

He says he's stressed.

See if you can't do something
to help him.

Of course, darling.

Come with me, honey.

I'll suck out all the poison
you have inside.

No, thank you.

Leave us.

I'm not the guy who sleeps with whores.

I'm not the guy who cheats banks
and launders money. I'm not him.

You're the guy with two lives.

What will you do? Get a loan from the
architect to pay for your house here?

I'm done with itall,

- I'm leaving La Albufera.
- And your daughter?

You have to have balls
to abandon a child.

I, however, take care of my kids.
And my grandkids.

Like this little gem. Do you like it?

It's so that the baby
sleeps well at night.

I sleep well at night...

because I have you.

You're my little gem.

But if you go...

I won't get a wink of sleep
for the rest of my damn life.

That would put me in a real bad mood.

So, you can leave Verónica
and your daughter...

but what we've got going on,
not even the Pope can annul.

Don't make me take out a hit on you.

Getting rid of you would cost me
half of your salary.

Let that sink in.

Those are this week's invoices.

Now you're going to go and do
the A accounts and the B accounts.

Why was Oscar here and why
did he steal your boss' damn accounts?

He wanted to quit,
that's why he stole the damn accounts.

He changed the safe combination.
Days went by before we realized.

- And you guys went after him, right?
- Andrés told us to look for him,

but we didn't find him
before he showed up dead.

Don't screw with me.

If my finger slips,
you'll have a strainer for a face.

We didn't do anything, dammit.
Ask his friend.

He had the balls
to come looking for him.

What did he want?

Oscar lied to him,
he said he'd gone on a trip

but he'd really kept Andrés' money.

- Everything okay?
- I just got to Santo Domingo.

I'm heading to Panama,
you'll have the money in two days.

Okay. Great, man.

Are you okay, man?

He was desperate to find him.

Hi, this is Fran. Leave a message.

- He's asleep.
- Asleep or dead?

Asleep.

- Anesthetized.
- Okay.

Now what?

Do you know somewhere quiet?

Where nobody would go.
Somewhere abandoned?

The old paper factory.

Let's go.

I wanted to tell you that Alejandra
and I have broken up.

- I'm sorry.
- I'm telling you because I heard

that you're also interested.

And... I don't know.
I think it's important I tell you,

because at a time when people talk
so much about female solidarity,

we seem to be lacking
solidarity among us men.

We all want an exceptional woman,

the problem is those women
are also looking for exceptional men.

You don't say!

And there are only a handful of men

who make them feel like
life is better by their side.

- So, the rest of us are screwed.
- We're screwed!

We're totally screwed.

I was just wondering why they don't
show you how to stand out at school!

Why do they teach you to be the same?

Not to raise your hand, not to stand
out. They teach you to be a robot.

And you end up with the same suits,
the same cars, the same houses,

it's total bullshit.

I don't want to be the same.
I want to be different!

Women like men who are different.

Listen, I noticed something a while ago

and it's making me feel
a little nervous.

You're knuckles are sore,
how the hell did you do that, man?

When Alejandra and I split up
I didn't feel very different,

so I had a fight with a bag of rice.

Rice from La Albufera?

Soft as a bomb.

Holy shit. I'm going to piss myself.

No, I'm literally going to piss.
Jesus Christ. Hang on.

Stop pissing.

Male solidarity is over,
it's questioning time.

Why don't I know you were looking
for Oscar the afternoon he died?

- Why were you looking for him at Lula?
- Ernesto called me.

Our contact in the Caribbean.

Oscar didn't show up with the money.

The day before, he called me
saying he was in Santo Domingo,

that he was getting on the ferry,
but it was a lie. He was being weird.

I'd been calling him all morning,
but he wasn't picking up.

I didn't know where he was.

He finally took my call, though.
He did.

- Where the hell are you?
- Jjust let me explain.

No. I don't want you to explain shit!

Are you in Santa Domingo?
Do you have the money?

No, I'm not, but I do have the money.
Jesus, of course I do.

Do me a favor and get on the first
flight to the Caribbean, right now!

Listen, I can't do that.
I need some time.

Time for what, Oscar? Goddammit!

I need time to deal with something.
Jesus, I'll explain everything.

I didn't know what was going on.

You thought he'd take off
with the money.

You thought that asshole
was going to screw you over.

So you stormed over
to Albufera looking for him.

Yes or no?

Oscar was like a brother to me.

A brother who's good at everything.

I did everything he did.

I didn't understand
why he was with Verónica...

but I went along with it.

I always said 'fine'.

And, in the end...

I've become a piece of shit like him.

A piece of shit and a murderer.

I'm not a murderer,

but they're trying to pin
my friend Vicent's murder on me.

He showed up face-down in the canal,

so I have little to lose.

"On Orlando's last night on this earth,
after his lover had left him,

he played the only card he had.

Something there was no going back on.

A child.

Some flowers. A trip.

To embark on his mission
to return to his marriage

and the man he had been,

and keep from ever turning back.

But his love appeared...

- and he knew there was no escape."
- I thought you'd gone.

"He wasn't like his father.

A man capable of taking
the road to a selfish existence,

guided only by instinct.

I'm tired. I'm going to bed.

What are you doing here?

What the fuck is going on?

Where's the money?

I couldn't leave.

I...

I couldn't do a damn thing.

Verónica broke up with me.

She left.

It's like the ground's been torn
from under me.

I was a mess, but...

but everything's fine now.

And what have you been doing?

For the last two days.

This wasn't the life I wanted, Fran.

It wasn't.

I didn't choose
to be in love with two women.

I tried to stop it.

I tried so hard.

I tried, Fran. I really tried.

I called Alex...

an hour ago.

I told her I wanted us to have a baby.

I wanted to start over,

but five minutes later
Verónica came back.

You told your wife you want
to have a baby,

- and then you got back with Verónica.
- I sent her flowers.

- I bought a trip to Paris.
- Jesus, Oscar.

You've spent all this time
believing this bullshit

about being in love with two women.
It's not true.

You're in love with one
and you lie to the other.

Just like you do with the IRS,
your daughter and everyone else.

You're friends with a pimp
whose money you launder.

Damn.
That was the end, don't you see?

That was the end of your dignity,
your honesty, everything.

Then you got me involved in this
dirty business and I went along with it.

I did it for our friendship.
Because we're friends.

What I didn't know is
you'd shit on this friendship,

just like you shit
on the biggest thing there is.

Having a child! Having a fucking child!

You're a conman.

A fucking conman!

Listen to me carefully.

You can go home now.

Call Alejandra and tell her you'll be
in Frankfurt for a few more days,

then go to Santo Domingo
and launder the money.

Goddammit.

Now go and when you come back you
can start trying to get her pregnant.

I destroyed him.

It took me eight years to say something
and when I finally did...

I made him kill himself.

How do you know he killed himself?

How do you know it was him
who put the tube in his exhaust pipe?

Because I went back...

and I saw that he'd done it.

I swear I won't stop
until he admits to killing Oscar.

I don't care if it takes two hours
or three days.

I won't stop until he admits it.