All language subtitles for If.I.Hadnt.Met.You.S01E05.NF.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.x264-NTG

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

We met at a wedding ten years ago?

Yes.

You didn't get along.

He told you that you were a "stupid girl.
Really, really stupid."

And you pushed him
and you cried with rage.

And my--

I mean, his parents made him
ask you to dance.

You went to the dance floor

and made a real scene
dancing to disco music,

that was trendy back then.

And everybody clapped,

and you made up,

and you kissed.

Were you there? Did you see us?

Are you really one of Eduard's relatives?

No. Not really, no.

Who are you?

-I can't.
-Why?

-You wouldn't believe me.
-Try it.

Tell me, please. Who are you?

I'm--

Stop, stop, stop! Eduard!

Eduard!

Eduard.

Eduard. Eduard!

Call an ambulance!

Eduard!

No, no, don't touch him! I'm a doctor.

Elisa.

I'm that kid.

I'm me, too.

We kissed when we were little
and that condemned us.

Go away and never come back.

You must survive, my love. You must--

"THE KISS"

PRODUCED BY ENRIC BANQUÉ

Hey, hello?
You're home late.

What's for dinner?

Dad, you'll have to make it yourself.

I've got a really bad headache.
I'm going to my room.

Just-- just leave me, okay?

Hey, hey, hey. What's wrong?

I witnessed an accident
and I need to rest for a while.

-Did someone get hurt?
-I don't know.

Later, if you can lend me your car.
I'll go to the hospital.

Of course. I have to go tomorrow.
Was it anybody you know?

No. Well, no, I don't know.
Hey, let's talk later, okay?

Elisa.

If you need to talk, I'm here.

Yes, Dad.

You've been acting strange for days.
What's wrong?

Do you miss your mom?

Is that it?
I know it's not the same,

-but if you want to talk to me--
-Not now, Dad, please. Not now.

I'm that kid. I'm me, too.

We kissed when we were little
and that condemned us.

APRIL 1981

-Can I play?
-No.

You're a rude, selfish boy
and a very bad person.

And you're a stupid girl.
Really, really stupid.

What's wrong?

That boy hit me.

Why did he hit you?
What did you say to him?

He wouldn't let me play, and he told me
I was a stupid girl, and he hit me.

Come on, Elisa, tell the truth.
We know each other.

-What did you say to him?
-Nothing!

-Dad, I'm telling you, he hit me!
-Okay. Okay.

Let's go and talk to him.

-Let's go.
-No. I don't want to go.

-Elisa.
-What?

I want to know what you said to him.
I won't scold you.

But if you don't tell me, I'll take away
your cassette player for a month.

I told him he was a rude, selfish boy
and a very bad person.

It's true.

-Mom.
-What?

Do you think I'm stupid?

You are anything but stupid.

So why does it seem like
you're taking his side more than mine?

I'm not on his side.
I only want the best for you.

Sometimes that temper you've got
makes you go a bit too far

and you have to ignore it.

And how can I ignore it
when it get angry?

Well I don't know. Let yourself go.
Play, jump, dance...

Go on.

Do you forgive me?

-Do you want to dance with me?
-No.

Wait. It's okay, I'll dance with you,
but I don't forgive you.

-Elisa. Are you all right?
-Yes!

-What was that scream?
-Yeah, Dad.

Nothing, it's just-- I just fell asleep.

-Open up.
-No, don't worry!

It was a nightmare.

Okay.

I'm here if you need me.

Thanks, Dad. It's okay.

What is this?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Mama?

Excuse me?

It can't be. Mom!

You've confused me
with someone, dear.

Do we know each other?

You're alive. Where--?

-Are you okay?
-Yes.

-Are you here by yourself?
-No-- I don't know.

Listen. If you need anything,
I'll be over there. Okay?

-Sorry! Sorry.
-No, no problem.

Excuse me, you dropped this.

We weren't doing anything wrong.

I know. I'm not telling on you.

Okay. Bye.

Why did you do that? Who are you?

-I'm--
-Who?

It's incredible.

You were talking to my mom before.

-I saw you.
-Oh, really?

Why do you look so much alike?

Do you think I look like her,
like your mom?

Yes. A lot. Why?

-Why do I look like her?
-Yes.

Are you my sister?

Did they have you
and give you up for adoption?

I don't find that funny.

Mom said we shouldn't lose
our temper so much.

-You see? You let it slip!
-Let what slip?

You said, "Mom said."

Yes, but it's because--

And did you say-- "said" and not "says"?

My mother is dead.

So, it's not-- it's not her?

Here, keep this.

I don't want it.

-Why not?
-How will it help me?

Maybe you'll find out
a few years from now.

I'll never get married.

Yes, I still say that too.

Was dancing with Eduard nice?

How do you know his name is Eduard?

It doesn't matter.
Did you like it or not?

I wanted to give him a kiss.
And you didn't let me.

-That's not true.
-It is true. You're bad.

Why? How do you know
I wouldn't let you kiss?

Because I can tell.

You've still got time. Go and do it.
I'm sure he'll let you.

I don't want to anymore.
You killed the mood.

Wow, I don't remember being--
was I like that?

Why are you saying
such strange things?

-Elisa.
-Why are you saying my name?

He'll say it to you too.
He was also here.

Old Eduard, young Eduard, kid Eduard--
but they might be dead now.

You're freaking me out.
What's your name?

Elisa, like you.
I don't understand.

You're scaring me.
You're really scaring me.

-Mom, Dad!
-No! Elisa!

What is that?

Mom, Dad, come here!

-She's disappeared!
-Who?

-Didn't you see?
-No.

She looked like my older sister,

if you'd had her
when you were still dating.

So she was me,
but, like, she came from the future.

Hey, hey, let's take a step back.
Hey, that little head of yours--

Dad, it's true!

Listen, why don't you go and dance
with that nice boy?

-Don't you believe me?
-Come on, go and dance, go on.

You believe me, right?

You saw her and spoke to her,
didn't you? Didn't you?

When I become that Elisa,
I want you to still be with me, Mama.

What is this?

Help me!

-Does it hurt?
-No.

Help me get out of here first.

What's happening?

I'll explain, but we need to leave.
Help me.

How do I know I can trust you?

Don't you know already?

Let's go.
How is he feeling?

-Who?
-Eduard.

They operated on him,
but he hasn't responded well.

He's going back to surgery
in a few hours.

The family is anxious.
Have you seen them?

-No, not yet.
-No, not yet. Not yet.

Why are you with this guy?

What do you want from us?
Who are you?

It all started going downhill
when you arrived.

We've all realized.

We have to go now. We can talk--

I have nothing to say to you! Nothing!

-What have you got?
-Nothing. Nothing that--

-Did he do that to you?
-No.

My dad is away until tomorrow.
Come in, don't be shy.

What?

You start.

Start what?

-How you got this. Did you take it?
-No, no, no. I don't want to.

You are going to talk first.

-What do you want to know?
-Everything.

Who you are. Where you are from.
What you want from me. From us.

What this is about. And especially,

why this thing made me experience
what I've just experienced?

Did you--?

Did I what?

What were you going to say? Did you--?

Blue pill or red pill?

Excuse me?

In a film that hasn't been made yet,

the main character is offered a choice
between two pills.

If he takes the blue one

he'll get a fake but comforting account
of what he is experiencing.

If he takes the red pill,
he'll be told the truth--

a truth that is far more terrible
than his worst nightmare.

I assume he's not stupid enough
to choose the blue one.

No, of course not.

Do you think I'm capable
of choosing the blue pill?

No.

Well, come on then.

Red pill.

If the film hasn't been made yet,
how do you know?

I've read the book.

I also want you to tell me

why you told me that stuff
before you passed out.

What did I tell you?

Don't you remember?

-No.
-How?

I told you--

Among other things, you said, "my love."

No, no, no. We can't.

-Is it you?
-Me?

You said, "I'm that kid. I'm me, too."

-Which kid?
-The kid from the wedding.

The one I kissed. My first kiss.

No. It was Eduard, the boy, that--

That boy who is like you but younger.

The one you just saved.

It's you.

That's why you did it, isn't it?

I also saw myself.

-What?
-I put it on my arm.

A white light suddenly surrounded me
and I appeared there.

-And I saw myself, years ago.
-There?

At the party. With everyone.

My father was so young,
my mother was alive again.

And the girl was me,

and that boy was him-- and you too.

What are you talking about?

-And I stopped it by accident.
-Stopped what?

When I saw them--
when I saw us-- they were about to--

and she saw me.

I saw myself coming from now,
from here, from her future,

and I didn't let them.

I don't understand.

-Do it.
-What?

This.

Elisa.

We can't, don't you see?

You're Eduard. You're him.

You've come from the future to find me.

-Don't talk nonsense.
-I know.

What happened to me,
happened to you.

That's absurd!

-I saw it too.
-In your imagination. It was a dream.

No, it was real.
It was when I put that on.

No, that's just a prosthetic.

A prosthetic that holds the arm
that I broke in place.

There is no prosthetic that you can
put on and take off like magic.

No, it's not magic, it's science.

Maybe it is in the future.
But not now, in my present.

I'm not from the future,
I haven't come to find you.

What did you come to do, then?

To stop--

I've waiting since then--

since that wedding, since that kiss.

Until this one.

Elisa...
Elisa.

There is no future.

There is no past or present.

I've been across universes to find you
and now you're here.

I love you.

I don't have-- I don't have the right.

Why not?

What am I like, where you're from?

-No.
-Am I worse?

Let it be.

-Did you love me a lot?
-Enough, Elisa.

-Why are you here?
-Enough. Stop.

-I'm sure I loved you.
-You're dead.

She's dead!

And it's my fault.

It's all a lie.
You look a lot like my wife, that's true.

But nothing more. You aren't her.

Yes, I am.

And what I told you before is true,
this isn't a magic tool,

it's a titanium prosthetic
that holds the bones of my arm in place.

You haven't been on a trip
to another reality.

You were convinced by stuff I said
when I was delirious
and you had a hallucination.
That's all. A nightmare.

-No. No, I don't want the blue pill.
-I'm leaving.

-Don't leave.
-Yes, I want to go--

I have irrefutable proof
that you're lying.

What proof?

This.

-What is that?
-You know perfectly well.

The couple gave it to us
just before we kissed.

I kept it from that time.
That's why it is in such a bad state.

And look at this.

I brought it a while ago from right there.

Totally new. Look at it.

How would you explain that?

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

You kept it inside like that,
and when you took it out--

the one inside
seems to be pretty much intact.

The one on top protected it
from the wear and tear of time.

-How did she die?
-Who?

Your wife.

-I don't want to talk about it.
-Do I look that much like her?

"I've been across universes to find you."

That's also from a movie-- from a book.

"I've crossed oceans of time
to find you."

Very old, I'm sure you know it.
Dracula by Bram Stoker.

"Oceans of time" aren't universes.

What happened?

Elisa.

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
-I'm sorry.

-How are you?
-Not good.

And your parents?

Inside. Signing papers and things.

Fuck, what a shitty situation, man.
So fucking shitty.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Who are you?

I tried to stop it,
but I didn't get there in time.

I don't understand. What do you mean?
Did you run him over?

No. No, no, no.

But you were there?
Did you have anything to do with it?

-Pere, please, don't shout.
-No, tell me!

Why aren't you saying anything?

Because my brother is dead!

-What did you fucking do to him?
-He did nothing.

I witnessed the accident.

He tried to save him. I was there.

No.

My brother called me
two hours before the accident.

We arranged to have dinner together.

He told me he had met a strange man
who looked identical to him,

but a lot older
and who was winding him up.

Now he'll never be able to tell me.

Are you going to tell me?

-Will you tell me or not?
-Pere. Pere, please, let's go. Come on.

EXIT

I'm so sorry.
Yes.

It still hasn't hit me.

My Eduard.

To lose a child is--

ICU

I know.

-You know?
-Yes.

Did you have a child?

Two.

Two? And one of them is--?

Both.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Can I give you a hug?

We can go home now.

All of the papers are signed.

Sorry.

What do you want? Eduard.

Sorry. We just--
I mistook you for my son.

It's just-- sorry, who are you?

You aren't wrong.
I'm also called Eduard. I am--

was-- a good friend of your son.

You're that man who--

He often spoke about you two.

My Eduard?
Why did he talk about us?

He said that he couldn't have been luckier
having parents like you.

"I don't worry about Mom.

I love her...

but she's strong,
and she'll be that way for years.

But I worry about Dad.

He has a weak heart
and tobacco doesn't do him any good.

If anything happened to him,

Mom would hide the pain,

but inside she would feel broken.

When you're lucky enough
to have parents like them

to think that either of them
could disappear

makes you panic."

That's what he told me.

He-- you-- sorry. Sorry.

Where are you going?

Go back to them, they need you.

-Who?
-Òscar, Clara.

-And you?
-No, I need to go.

-Where?
-It doesn't matter.

It does matter. It matters to me.

Leave me. I'm cursed.

I caused his death,
just like everything I go near.

I don't-- I don't want--
Leave me. Leave me.

-You aren't her. You aren't like her!
-You're lying!

You're a kid. You don't know
what's good for you!

It's a lie, you're just scared!

Leave me, please. Go with them.

You'd rather keep your life
than give yourself to others,

because you're scared
of what could happen to you!

I'd rather save your life.

Great. Then go. Coward!

Dr. Everest?

UNLOCKING AND REPAIR

Hello. Do you have a charger
for this mobile, please?

Let's see.

Here. Thank you.

What is this?

What is this?

-Sorry. Sorry.
-No, no, it's fine.

-Here. Thank you.
-Okay.

-The number, please.
-Yes.

Can I? Can I? Just a minute.

-A minute?
-Yes. Thank you.

Is today August the 22nd?

Yes.

Mom. Yes, yes, it's me.

Mom, listen, no, let me--
don't shout, Mom, please.

Please. Shut up!
Mom, my battery is dying.

I'm coming home now. Right now.
Don't worry, don't--

-Thank you. Thanks a lot. Bye.
-Okay.

Thanks.

Everybody thought you were dead.

I knew you weren't.

Sorry.

My son.

Good, good.

Yes. He'll call you tomorrow.
He wants to rest now.

No. No, he hasn't wanted to tell me
anything yet.

Seven months away from home,
who knows?

I'll tell him for you.
Thank you so much, Clara.

Clara. If you need anything, call her,
whatever time it is.

Why didn't you want to talk?

She called Òscar
and they love my idea.

What idea?

-As Òscar is here again on holiday...
-What?

Well, I thought about having a meal
with the whole family

and your friends, tomorrow.

To celebrate you coming back
and so you can explain everything.

Mom, it's--

Everyone wants to know
what you've been up to--

out of contact, giving no signs of life.

Seven months.

Do you know what we did to find you?

I even went on TV.

-Didn't I tell you not to look for me?
-That's easy to say.
Whatever, Mom.
I don't want to argue. Okay?

Where were you, Eduard?

I'll tell you everything tomorrow.
I promise.

Even if I beg you, I can't change
your mind about dinner, can I?

Do you want to?

Would it depend on what I say?

-No.
-Well, there you go.

Invite them
if it will make you so happy.

I would be happy
if you also wanted to do it.

Don't you want to see your friends
after all this time?

What is going through your mind?

Nothing. Mom, I'm really tired.

-I'm going to bed, okay?
-Yes, yes.

-Relax and we'll talk tomorrow.
-Yes, yes.

-Hey, listen! Wait. Wait, I almost forgot.
-What? What?

Three or four months after you left,

a very strange old woman
came to the house.

-What?
-Yes, she wouldn't tell me her name.

-What did she say?
-She gave me this for you.

"Dear Eduard,

For weeks, I've been tormented
with the idea that I've failed.

And it has taken away
all of my strength.

I can't see that armchair empty
even one more day.

I can't continue waiting."

-What's wrong?
-Nothing.

-Are you leaving again?
-Don't worry.

-Of course I'll worry.
-No.

Eduard, promise me
that you'll be here tomorrow

with all of your family and friends.

I promise.

Hey, hey. Where are you going?

I've come to see Dr. Everest.

There's no doctor until Monday--

No, no, no. She lives here. Wait.

-That's here, right?
-Yes.

She gave it to me.

You can't enter
without a resident's approval.

It's urgent. Tell Ms. Everest.
It isn't a visit, it's an emergency.

I can't wake them up. They're asleep.

Tell her I'm Eduard Marina.

She'll want to see me.
And you must be--

Who?

You were her driver.
It's very important. Please.