All language subtitles for Leopard.Skin.S01E06.1080p.WEB.H264-GLHF

That was a first for me.

Same here.

Seriously?

Never got around to it before.

I find that
hard to believe.

I'm frankly
surprised myself.

You know what today is?

It's Wednesday?

It's bed day.

we stay in bed all day?

Mm-hm.

What will we eat?

Carnivorous flowers.

With blackberry jam?

Where are we
going to find jam?

I have some in my bag.

As we
continued down the road,

our brambles
drew back their thorns,

like cats
retracting their claws.

Leopards revealing
their true spots.

I don't want you
to get mad at me.

Okay.

When someone
always tells you what to do,

at a certain point your brain
welcomes it.

Your brain craves,
or at least my brain craves...

This is really stupid.
I don't know what I'm saying.

It's like I'm trying to
regain my motor skills.

I...

I don't know
what you want from me.

I want your secrets.

You want my secrets?

Anything
you want to tell me.

Anything you think
you can't tell anyone else.

Why?

I want to keep them safe.

My embarrassing
confessions.

Everything.

Guilt.

Shame, lust,

anything you think is despicable
and makes you horrible.

I want them.

You are sick.

Everybody's sick.

Nobody's sick.

Marriage brings out
the worst in people.

At first, Archie's bottomless
confidence, his smarmy charm,

his every
self-aggrandizing gesture

all seemed to be
able to paper over

any cracks
in our relationship.

But, one day I...

I turned over in bed
and I looked at him.

I mean, I really looked at him
for what he was,

and right then,
I fell out of love.

I understood in my bones
that he was a powerful being

and that he expected
I should answer to him

according to his will,
and I realized what he wanted.

He wanted to get inside my head
and infiltrate my consciousness.

So I swore to myself
I wouldn't sleep.

How many days and nights
was I awake,

I'm not entirely sure,
but it went into several weeks.

This proved
not to be a good idea.

One morning, or night,
it's not entirely clear,

I woke up inside
an enclosed space,

what I thought was a casket.

It was dark
and musty and small.

And I thought,
"Okay, I'm dreaming,

this is a dream
of being claustrophobic

because I suffer from that
in real life."

An agoraphobic reaction
in diving,

often called Blue Orb
or Blue Dome syndrome,

is what a phobic diver
can experience

when she loses contact with
both the bottom and the surface

and becomes
spatially disoriented.

And this is
what this felt like,

like I was floating in space.

I panicked and I started banging
on the door in front of me,

because that's what it was,
a door.

And I banged it so hard that
I realized there was no way

that I was dreaming
unless I was in the most

realistic nightmare within
a nightmare ever

and that's when it hit me:

I was inside my own closet.

I could feel my clothes
on the rack behind me

and my shoes on the cold floor

and I could see the keyhole
where the key had locked me in.

Where he had locked me in.

What's this?

I don't know.

Make sure to sand it
down, it looks dreadful.

In a blur,
I could remember

flashes of an argument
and Archie wasted, high,

drunk, horny, violent,
had dragged me by the hair

into the closet
because he knew.

He knew that was
my biggest fear.

It is... it is a terrible moment

when you realize
you're the weaker one.

And this moment was the most
terrible moment of my life.

When divers panic,
they react quickly

but irrationally.
Their attention narrows

and they lose the ability
to sort out options.

If, for example,
a problem develops

with the regulator,
the restricted airflow

can prompt a panicked diver
to ascend rapidly enough

to cause an often-fatal
arterial gas embolism

in the bloodstream.

A bubble.

And that's what happened to me.

A bubble grew inside my chest.

It kept expanding while I
kept pounding on the door,

breaking my fingernails,

scratching the wood
like a possessed cat.

And when I finally
broke the door,

I went downstairs and I found
him passed out by the pool.

There are those moments
when you're capable of

forgiving everything,
but this was not one of them.

I promised myself I would go on
letting him think

he was in charge
until the day I would kill him.

I don't have a good track record
keeping my promises.

But there's an exception
to every rule.

What are you doing up?

- I couldn't sleep.
- Go back to bed.

Why are you crying?

I'm afraid
that I'm capable of

some kind of
invincible passion

that drags everyone I love
to their doom.

Is that amusing?

No.
No, no.

It's just, uh,

that's my entire history
up to tonight.

Come to bed.

Mm.

You go.

Good morning.

Good morning.

You got up early.

It's not that early.
You slept all day.

I did?

I guess I was tired.

I wonder why
I'm sore everywhere.

You don't have to
do that anymore.

It keeps me sane.

What happened?
Did I do something wrong?

I'm the worst person
to ask.

Maybe I'll swim for a bit.

At first,
I fought against all of it.

My whole miserable existence.

I plotted my escape,
I plotted a second murder,

I plotted my suicide.

But then the most remarkable
thing happened.

My brain went quiet.

I mean, perfectly silent,
like someone shut it off.

Alba controlled what I ate,
when I slept,

showered, what I read.

My entire day mapped out
and perfectly executed.

She tried so hard to be strict,
to teach me discipline,

to punish me.

But much as I wish they could,

none of her punishments
fit my crime.

My previous life
felt suddenly inadequate.

I stopped having nightmares
about Archie.

I was cured of my narcolepsy.
Loneliness vanished.

None of my insecurities
had any room to breathe.

I no longer wondered if
I was doing the right thing,

I only wondered
how to best please Alba.

I was in a state of confusion.

What had I done
to deserve this woman.

I turned to the world's
most famous self-help book

to give me ideas, but even that
she cut right through.

Love is rare
because it rarely happens,

as somebody wise once said.

But here I was
overcome by feelings

I have no right to feel.

The heart wants
what the heart wants.

And not just the heart,
every part of me.

But there comes a time
where we must all face facts.

And the fact is

I can't make her
complicit in my crime.

So I must lie
and break her heart.

Alba,

you asked to know my secrets so
I will share them with you.

Everything I said to you,

everything we did
together in bed is a lie.

I am a murderess, yes.

But you are
twisted and depraved.

A witch who has bewitched me.
For this I despise you.

To be continued.

Can we talk?

After dinner.
Guests are coming.

Cancel it.

Can't.
Phone lines are down again.

They said they will come back
by tomorrow.

Alba!

Get down.

Alba?
Is that your name?

Yes.

We're not here to hurt you,

we just need a place
to lay low for a little while.

Who else is in the house?

What is there to think about?

Where are you?

Still down
Mexico way, your Honor.

What number
are you calling me from?

A friend. It's safe.

What about your line? Any chance
anybody's listening in?

No.
What the hell happened?

They knew
we were coming.

- What?
- The cops.

They knew we were coming.

The job went down like clockwork
but we were ambushed.

Your partners ratted us out.

I...
Back up for a second,

you're not making sense.
Do you have the diamonds?

- Yes.
- All of them?

- Yes.
- But you ran into cops?

They ran into us.

And not all of us made it out.

Shit.

Yeah. Deep shit.

Who?

The tall drink of water
with the trigger finger

that couldn't shoot for shit.

- Where is she?
- Dead, man.

It was like
fuckin' Bonnie and Clyde.

And Clover took a stray bullet
to the rib cage.

Is she gonna make it?

That all depends.

We're safe now, but there's
a lot of activity here.

The longer we stick
around, the worse it gets.

Of course.
Uh, let me think.

I thought it through
for you.

You bring Clover and me
500 grand cash,

we hand over
the priceless diamonds.

Hell of a time to be
renegotiating our arrangement.

Number one,
my options are limited.

Number two,
I can't shake the brutal feeling

that maybe you're not surprised

that your partner's
double-crossing you

and that makes me
extremely insecure

about the value
you put on my life.

Fausto, I may be a heel,

but I am not gonna send you to
your death over a hundred grand.

You think that through?

I'll believe you
when you bring me the cash.

I can't get down
there personally.

- How would that look?
- But you can send somebody.

Yeah.

I guess.

You got two hours.

- It's noon here.
- No, I can't do it...

You know you can.

That's two hours.

Two o'clock,
Playa Perdida time.

Send somebody you trust
with our pay,

and I'll hand over
12 million in diamonds.

Okay.

You got a pen
to write down the address?

Okay.
Got it.

You remember that insurance
policy we talked about?

File a claim.

Huh.

Alba.

How did you...?

Where were you?

Did you read this?

No.

What the hell
is wrong with you?

How long has it been
since you worked here?

I was fired
three months ago.

For what?

I was accused
of stealing.

Were you?

I was.

See?

We're not so different,
you and I.

What are you gonna do
with us when you leave?

That's outside
my need to know.

I just drive.
Cars, trucks, bikes, boats.

If it's got an engine
and a steering wheel,

I'm your man.

How are you
gonna leave us here?

We can recognize you.

Hm.

I thought investigations
in Mexico took forever.

Before your description matches
anything, we'll be long gone.

If I was planning
to kill someone,

I would say
the exact same thing.

You're making
an assumption

that's only going to
cause you to worry.

The way I look at it, either
something is going to happen

or something isn't.

There's no need to worry.

Have you ever been shot?

Does it hurt more
or less than giving birth?

I wouldn't know.

You are very lucky.

Always been lucky.

Comes with the name.

Inocencia!

Ah!

If you so much as holler,
get a cramp

or give me any reason whatsoever

to doubt that you're
just walking along

like a happy little sheep,

I will blow
your fucking head off.

Where's Maru?

She went to get help.

- Where?
- I don't know.

- The loop goes over not under.
- Says who?

Says me because this
won't hold.

It'll hold.
It's a hangman's hitch.

Let's get out of here
before they come back.

What about the diamonds?

What about them?

Maybe we should
take them with us.

You know, to give them
back to the police.

But she won't take
the Lord's name in vain.

We're not thieves, Inocencia.
Let's go.

You know, I never miss
what I aim at.

Never been known to happen.

Alba, set the gun down.

Kick it.

Anybody home?

You tell her
we're on the clock?

We were dealing
with something.

Put her with the others.

Mouseketeer number four.

Did you get help?

No.

One of the bags is missing.

What are you
talking about?

There was five.
Now there's four.

Don't look at me.

Clover,
you take one of them?

- Hm.
- Well, if Clover didn't do it

and I didn't do it.

How come, all of a
sudden, you're off the hook?

Reverse psychology
doesn't work on the person

who didn't do it.

Says you.
How convenient.

You're the only person who had
access to them last night.

Yeah, during my shift.
What about you?

We have a real trust issue here.

Why would I hide
just one bag?

- Why wouldn't I take all of them?
- I'm sure there's a reason.

I didn't do it, Malone!
We're in this together.

Aw, bullshit
we're in this together.

Touch that gun
and it's game over.

Oh, pretty confident
in yourself.

Yeah. I have a very
good fucking reason to be.

- Do you?
- Actually, come to think of it,

splitting the take in two
suits me just fine.

You wouldn't even know
how to handle Lasalle

if I wasn't here
holding your hand

and walking you through it.

That's right.

Your mental superiority
is astonishing.

- And we all owe you, don't we?
- You do.

That's why you took
the bag and you hid it.

- I took the bag?
- Yep.

To play these mindfuck
games on us.

All right,
let's stop.

Is that the kind of amateur
you wish I were?

- Where did you hide it, Sierra?
- Where did you hide it?

I need you to touch that gun
so I can blow your head off.

Make it easy for me.
I have witnesses.

Stop!

I took it!

What did you just say?

It was an honest mistake.

You took three million
dollars worth of diamonds

and hid it by mistake?

Where'd you hide it?

Under the couch.

Explain.

Um, it's just...
this is so embarrassing.

But I'm a sleepwalker.

You steal shit
when you sleepwalk?

That's amazing.
Did you ever eat Twinkies

and go on a shooting spree?

I was drunk.

And I woke up.

Well, I didn't wake up
until after,

but I got up to go pee
in the middle of the night.

And this is not my house.

So I went to what I thought
was the bathroom, in my sleep.

And I sat on what I thought
was the toilet and I peed.

And in the middle of it,
I woke up.

And I was, you know, shocked,

and I grabbed the bag
and looked inside.

And then

I heard sounds
coming from the stairs.

It was you coming down.
And I panicked.

So I bolted back to the couch
and slipped the bag under.

I meant to put them back

but it's been kind of
a hectic day.

You peed on
priceless diamonds.

I thought you said
they were worth three million.

But you peed on them.

I meant no disrespect.

Okay.
Let's stick to the plan.

Put her back in the tub.

You put her back in the tub.
I don't take orders from you.

What's your problem?

Fuck you.

Fuck me?

You don't even know the deal
I made with Lasalle

so I'd be a lot nicer to me
if I were you.

Lucky
you're not me then.

Don't put her back yet.

Hey, Fausto.
Is my fiancee around?

I, uh, I think
you owe me an apology.

You're right. I'm sorry.

Is that all
you have to say?

No. I am not
coming back with you.

What does that mean?

I'm staying here a bit longer

because I'm thinking
through a lot of stuff.

What stuff?

I didn't know how to
break it to you but, um,

I know I've been getting
on your nerves a lot lately.

- Don't deny it.
- Yeah, that's true.

So you should come home
so we can talk about it.

Except I can't.

Why?

Because
I'm sleeping with Fausto.

Bullshit.

I'm sorry.

Wait, you're sleeping
with Alba's butler?

You guys met last night
and fell madly in love?

I didn't say love, but...

It's early.

Fausto and I met before

when he was a customer
at the casino

and we really liked each other,

but he had a girlfriend
at the time.

And so when we came for dinner
and he was here, I just thought

it must mean something,
you know?

Mean what?

Fate. This is my fate
and I can't escape it.

You didn't know
he was working for Alba?

How could I possibly know?

I assure you
she didn't know.

One thing led to another.

Why do you think
I kept getting up

and going to the kitchen?

You were in the kitchen?

I thought you went
to the bathroom?

No, the kitchen.

What do you think
I was doing there?

I don't know, what?

Use your imagination.

Hey, Roberto.
Uh, I'm in a meeting.

Yeah.
Let me call you back.

All right.

Hey, you get reception here?
Can I borrow that?

Go fuck yourself.

What happened in the kitchen?

Like they say.
Once you go...

Don't be predictable.

Let me borrow your phone a sec.

Just while you two
sort this out.

What did you do to her
in the kitchen?

Have a little dignity.

One sec.

You're a servant, right?

So you're gonna teach me,
what, exactly?

We servants
have a shit ton of dignity.

And let me borrow your phone
before I take it from you.

Are you
threatening me?

Don't make waves.

What is your problem, asshole?

Max, don't.

You know, you should have seen
how vital and free she was,

bent over that kitchen counter.
Mm.

I honestly don't think
you've been

getting the most out of her.

- Shit! Oh!
- No, no, no!

Stop! Wait, wait, wait!

Stop, stop, stop!

You're gonna break his ribs!

That's the general idea.