All language subtitles for 30.Coins.S02E03.720p.WEB.h264-EDITH.srt - eng(2)

ONE YEAR AGO

Be careful.
Some people become slaves to this.

One must know how to look
through the blood.

Here. Do you want to try it?
What does it matter?

I'm dead.

Leave.

Open it.

-Is this happening now?
-Yes, but we can't do anything.

We can only observe.

I don't understand
what this has to do with me.

Perhaps he can help you.

-Santoro.
-Vergara.

-I hoped I'd never see you again.
-Same here.

It's a pleasure
to bring two friends together.

You followed in my footsteps.

I don't control the spell of
transubstantiation, it's her doing.

-The old woman.
-Angelo, what's all this?

Restless souls yearning
for life use it.

Is this supposed to be Hell?

-If you're here, yes.
-Thank you for the compliment.

Remember when I told you that life
was like a theater?

Well, this would be backstage.

We must talk about Elena.

Of all the women on Earth,
it has to be precisely her.

-Is she alive?
-Yes, but she's with us.

-Do of me what you want.
-I can take you to her.

Leave Elena in peace, please.

I'd slit your throat
so you'd bleed out like them.

I suppose you summoned us here
because you need us.

That is true.

The Demon and Anti-Pope
are right?

Is that what you want me to believe?
I'm dead because of you.

You have damned my soul, and not
even in Hell do you leave me alone!

-I showed him how they got the book.
-What book?

-The black book of the mad Arab.
-Who stole it?

Someone very dangerous.

Does he know how to use it?
I mean, to interpret it?

-Is it so terrible?
-I'm afraid so.

It's a grimoire. It contains a spell.

A summoning spell.

A spell that does not summon demons
or supernatural beings.

It's something much greater.

The spell has the power to summon--

Who?

Who is above you?

Who is above all things?

30 COINS

MADRID, SPAIN

Welcome to my home.

Actually, I've tried to leave it
as nice as possible.

-I love having visits.
-Thanks a lot, Joserra.

Come in.

-Is this for real?
-We're going to be fine.

Joserra has worked hard on it.
He's staying at his sister's.

Luckily the kitchen didn't burn down.

It's super great, Joserra.

-Yes.
-It's me, I'm worn out.

-Everything hurts.
-What a trip.

I wanted more time to tidy up,
but with all this fuss--

It's fantastic.

Your life is going to be wonderful.
I'll take care of that. You'll see.

You're doing fucking great.
I'll leave you two. Oh, I forgot.

The tap in the shower, it's busted.

You'll have to wash in a basin,
but it's sorted out.

I left one upstairs.
Just pour it, it'll work.

-Make yourselves comfortable.
-Right.

Stop going over it.
We'll get through this.

"Stop going over it," he says.

Have you seen me, Paco?
I used to have a job, I had a life.

But suddenly,
loads of friends start dying.

My town isn't my town anymore.
It's a fucking nightmare.

I've experienced things that...

I don't know, I might be insane.
Maybe I am.

-Do you think I'm insane?
-No, no, no.

Things have happened to me
that would fill several lifetimes.

I don't know who I am anymore.

-It's been very intense.
-Yes, very intense.

So much so that I'm pregnant,
and I don't know by whom.

You don't know anything,
do you, Paco?

What?

Sorry.

Who got me pregnant?

Do you think if I knew anything,
I wouldn't tell you?

-You think I'm capable of that?
-What other option is there?

The hell I know?

You can blame me
for not taking care of you right

or for leaving the room five minutes
for a sandwich, but that?

When I left, a man went in, a priest.

A priest? What priest? The Italian?

I would've killed everyone
when I found out.

He told me not to ask questions.

The main thing,
is we're going to be parents.

We? We're going to be?

Whoever the father is.

Trust me, please, Elena.

I don't know what happened.

But I'm madly in love with you.
I love you more than my own life.

-Shut up. Shut up, Paco.
-Okay. Okay.

-What's wrong? What's wrong?
-It's kicking me.

Here? Here?

-Yes, here!
-Come on.

ROME, ITALY

It has come to our notice
that some of you here

have betrayed the Church of Rome.

We know very well the sad events
that took place in Spain.

A long time has passed,
enough for repentance and confession,

which has not happened.

-We know who the culprits are.
-You wish.

So we address them now

and order them to depart this room
at once and forever,

or we'll be forced to point them out
in front of everyone.

This is your chance
to recover lost dignity.

Have you sinned, my son?

Have you sinned, my son?

Have you sinned, my son?

I have not sinned,
for God is with me.

But God and all his demons
will tear out your insides,

you Vatican pig slut, you hog,
rotten with money and infamy--

Lucifer's power is ever stronger

and will reach all the corners
of this house.

Get him out of here.
I don't want to see him ever again.

Out with him.

Have you sinned, my son?

Have you sinned, my son?

Help me.

SEGOVIA, SPAIN

Let's see.

Antonio, if you keep moving,
I lose focus.

-But I gain it.
-What?

I get a stronger signal.

Don't say that when I'm filming.
Five and action.

-Go!
-What's happening now in the world?

-They'll kill a minister in Russia.
-Excuse me?

Today or tomorrow at the latest.
Grigory Chernenko.

He's overstepped the mark. Some guy
was killed accidentally in a protest,

and they blame him
like that guy in Africa.

They've all ganged up on him.
He won't last a month.

-Listen. Why is all this happening?
-Because of the coins.

They've scoured the world.
The government controls one,

-the priests, the Delphos Forum.
-Davos.

That's it, Davos.
They've got loads of them.

-Three, four, I don't know.
-Who's the boss?

Good question. One calls the shots,
and he has a plan.

Yeah? What is it?

Hey, a coat of paint, and...
I don't know.

-Unless you paint it.
-Right. Are you sure she'll be home?

Yes. She's worse than I am.
Nobody can move her.

-Have you asked her how much?
-No, not yet.

-You're shitting me.
-Relax, bro.

You'll see.
She'll say it costs a fortune.

Shit, don't panic. She's straight up.

She fixed Loles,
the girl who was with Máquinas.

-I don't know her.
-She can tell you.

Besides, it won't be much.

-How much have you got? What's wrong?
-Like I'd tell you.

-So how will we see eye to eye?
-Don't shit me.

We don't know the price
or what you've got.

We'll get out
with a few good wallops.

-I'm in no mood for wallops today.
-Do you think I am?

-What's up, Joserra?
-Hey, Trini, cutie.

-There are two nuclei.
-What's a nucleus?

I don't know, but there are two.
One is a church with cables.

-They're looking for the words there.
-And the second one?

-The doors that open.
-What doors?

-The doors of Heaven.
-Is that good or bad?

For him, it's great.
For us, it sucks balls.

-Why?
-It'd be the end of this world.

The end of our world.

-This world? Are there other worlds?
-There are dozens of them.

There's one where people
were replaced by cockroaches.

There are others with tiny changes.

In one of them,
the Beatles didn't split up.

-How can we prevent it?
-The Beatles splitting up?

By killing Yoko Ono,
but it's a bit late now.

No, the end of the world.

Elena. Only Elena can stop it.

What a pain, you make me nervous.
Trust me, Paco.

This way.

-We're going to see Nati.
-Who's this?

-My pal, Paco. Say hello.
-How are you? What's up?

-What's up?
-No, no.

-He's not from the neighborhood.
-He is.

I'm renting him a room.
He's straight up.

Up to you. If he gets his face
smashed in, it's your problem.

Yeah, yeah, it's on me.

And don't be too long.
She's got a heavy day.

And then I get the grief,
so watch it.

You relax, relax.
It'll all be fine, I swear.

-It had to be you.
-Are you still angry?

No, but you owe me 20 euros,
just so you know.

-Twenty euros? What for?
-What else?

-That was love, Carmen.
-Love?

Go on, move.

-Where is she?
-Move it.

-What do you want, fuckwit?
-Jeez, Nati, we can get along.

You've got to pay the girl.

Yeah, shit.
But I came about something else.

I want to propose something
in your line.

This man wants you
to do your thing on his wife.

-Impossible.
-Why is that?

-Don't you see?
-See what?

-A Woman's Courage is starting.
-Isn't it on some platform?

-What's a platform?
-I've got 3000 euros.

LONDON, ENGLAND

Thank you.

Please wait for me here,
and don't forget the snack.

Bye, honey.

-Oh, please make sure they're fine.
-Leave it with me, madam. That way.

Thank you.

-Merche, thanks for your punctuality.
-You're welcome.

It's good to see you. How's the boy?

He's having a bad time with his ears.

Of course, he's at that age.
I imagine he'll get over it.

Let me introduce you.
Armand from Paris.

Delighted.

Perhaps you recall him
from the castle.

Lukasz and Stefan from Warsaw.

Nice to meet you.

Let's get to the point. Look.

This is Cardinal Delacruz.

I remember him very well.

He has two,
or so our informants tell us.

We thought you could leave for Mexico
on Monday, for example?

Excuse me?

Is there a problem?

Why do I have to do it?
Why don't they do it?

Because there are three of them.

They have three coins,
and you only have one.

It's better if you fight Delacruz

than with Armand, Lukasz and Stefan.

Don't you think?

Very well.

Only now I can't go anywhere.

Well, and why not?

My boy. He's very small.
I can't take him with me.

Merche.

Merche. Merche!

Nico! Nico!

My boy. My boy.

Merche. You needn't worry,
the boy is fine.

We'll look after him
until you're back. Agreed?

No, no, no!

Please, friends. This is not the way.
Let's sit down calmly.

Let's discuss this
like civilized people.

Agreed?

Merche. Merche.

-Here you go.
-Great. Thank you.

-That's a lie.
-Excuse me?

All that stuff about aliens,
it's ridiculous.

In the 70s, they tried to fool us,
don't you remember?

-No, I hadn't been born yet.
-It doesn't matter.

UFOs. Haven't you noticed that no one
talks about UFOs anymore?

It used to be the most important
thing in the world,

like meeting aliens was going
to happen at any moment.

And, suddenly, it's forgotten about.

Now it's more about climate change.

Like pop music.
What happened to that?

In the 70s we had hundreds
of great groups.

And now what have we got?

Reggaeton, salsa, Latin music.

What's happened?

We are currently flying
over the Bahamas archipelago...

That's another thing.
The Bermuda Triangle.

...at an approximate height
of 10,000 feet.

The weather is pleasant,

and we will be arriving
in Mexico City on schedule

in approximately three hours.

Why doesn't anyone care
about the Bermuda Triangle anymore?

Don't you want to sleep?
Would you like a pill?

No, thank you.

Before we arrive, to clear things up,
Miss Nati,

you do have medical knowledge,
don't you?

-What's he on about?
-Nothing.

You're a doctor.
You are a doctor, right?

-Sure. You don't trust me, asshole?
-Of course, I do.

It's the first time for me,
and I'm nervous.

She's a doctor. Tell him, Nati.

And one of the best,
until she got kicked out.

Head surgeon
at the Ramón y Cajal Hospital.

-See? Amazing.
-Head Surgeon. Good, good.

-And what happened?
-Does that matter now?

No, it's all good. All good.

This fucking country
is full of envious bastards.

Nati was doing well, they were going
to make her head of the--

Don't talk bullshit.

-Well, head of operations.
-Good, good.

Director of General Surgery.

-That's it, shit.
-Good.

To get rid of her,
they made her take the rap.

-The rap? For what?
-A guy died on the operating table,

and they said she was drunk,
and other lies.

But he died on you, there on the...?
Were you...?

-No, not a drop of alcohol.
-See?

I was stuffed with pills
like everyone.

Shit, man. Really?

Have a little trust, a little trust.

-I'm not sure, man. I'm not.
-He's not sure?

-Don't listen to him, Nati.
-He's up his own ass.

LACANDONIAN FOREST, MEXICO

-Is it much further?
-At the end of the road.

-Is it very long?
-More or less.

We're almost there.
It's just after The Devil's Ass.

-The what?
-It's what they call the tunnel.

-On this side, Hell. After--
-Paradise.

Come in, Nati. Please.

-Elena, I'm here with Nati.
-Paco!

-Yes?
-Where were you?

What are you doing standing up?
Come, come.

-Who's this woman?
-This is Nati, she's a doctor.

-Come, sit down.
-This is shit, kid.

Couldn't you have put her
somewhere better? This is gross.

-She wasn't like this.
-So how far along is she?

-Two months.
-Two months? Impossible.

Have you seen yourself?
She must be eight or nine months.

This is serious stuff,
she'll give birth.

-Forget the abortion.
-Abortion? What abortion?

-Who said anything about an abortion?
-I thought it was what you wanted.

-What an idiot?
-No one gives birth in a shitty room.

-People go to the hospital.
-I can't. That's why she needs her.

What? Listen to me. I don't want
this hassle, I'm out of here.

-Nati, Nati, please.
-Can you see this, for Chrissake?

-You can't walk out on us.
-Good Lord.

Look at the state of her.
She's going to drop it, Nati.

I don't even know where to start.
We need you. Don't walk out on us.

Why not a hospital?
Are the police looking for you?

-What do you think?
-Listen. I know nothing about births.

And this is no joke. I'm a surgeon,
do you get that or not?

She needs a specialist.

But you'll do it better than me
or him. He can't even open a can.

Are you the father?

-Of course, Nati.
-I mean. No, no. The...

-Paco.
-Actually, there's a--

Right, okay.
Get hot water and clean towels.

Let's see what we've got here.

This is the one for you.
You're very thin.

Doña Merche?

Merche, straight out.

Straight, like tequila. I like it.

I'm so glad you've wasted some
of your precious time visiting

-a poor priest lost in the jungle.
-It is far away, actually.

Yes, it's rather isolated.

-But how rude of me. Let's go inside.
-Thank you.

-You must be exhausted.
-Yes.

Yes, plane, train, cars.
All to greet this humble sinner.

Well, this is my ranch.
Here, I carry out my pastoral labor.

With all these faithful fellows.

As we say in Mexico, "Mi casa es
su casa." Stay as long as you like.

Anything you desire,
it's yours in a matter of minutes.

An hour if it requires
transcontinental travel.

You're incorrigible, Father.

No, Doña Merche.

You're a very important woman
with very influential friends.

And you took the trouble to come
to this remote, perilous land

to speak to someone you don't know.
I only wish to return the compliment.

This is your suite.
I hope you like it.

-I love it.
-Now rest up, relax. Have some juice.

Inside, there's a pool with jets.

-Hydromassage you call it, no?
-Yes.

Well, Doña Merche...

anything you desire. Anything.

Thank you, Father.

I told you to clean it,
you damned disobedient pigs!

SEGOVIA, SPAIN

Are you sure Pedraza's trucks
unload the merchandise at this gate?

-Shit, it's frozen again.
-No, keep still.

It's the signal, it sucks here.
There?

-Now, there. Put me on Street View.
-Here?

-Yes. Do you see it?
-Yes.

It's the entrance gate.
I've seen it a couple of times.

There must be a warehouse
or something.

Must be?
Didn't you say you've been inside?

Yes, but they didn't give me a tour.

It's full of cameras and doors.
Even if we got in with an excuse,

the most we'd get is a talk
with the Frenchman.

We'd need some time inside there
to search it thoroughly.

Tell me how we do that.

By pretending to be crazy.

Long live the Holy Death.

Long live the Holy Death.

Long live the Holy Death.

That's enough. Thank you.

Good evening.

I'm happy to see new faces
in my congregation.

For here, tonight, we'll witness
a miracle, an act of faith.

The Mother, Holy Death
in her generosity,

is going to teach us a lesson.

They betrayed us.

-They lied to us.
-Yes.

Those fools thought
they were such hard-asses,

they sold the sugar to the gringos.

-Did they tell us?
-No.

-Did they tell us?
-No.

-Did they swindle us?
-Yes.

Because of these fools,
we had to bow our heads

to those bastards from Sinaloa.

Heads.

Heads down.

That is why here, today,

Holy Death, the Mother,
will judge them.

-Let her decide their fate. Fair?
-It's fair.

-It's fair.
-Yes.

-It's fair. Yes, it is.
-Bravo!

She wished it so, it wasn't me.

Blessed be the Mother, the Son,
and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Now, on with the party, right?

Friends.

Friends.

Friends.

Forgive them, Doña Merche.
They're unruly fuckers.

No. It's okay.

Friends, a toast to our Spanish lady.

Braver than many at this table.

-She doesn't look very happy.
-Maybe our manners are rough for her.

I prefer rough to stupid.

And you are anything but stupid.

That...

seems like a compliment.

Seems.

It was a poisoned compliment.

All right, Doña Merche mingles in
the highest spheres of the Vatican.

She's a big fish.
So watch your tongues, tone it down.

Holy Death respects the Vatican.

It's the Vatican
that doesn't respect Holy Death.

In this world,
the only truth is Death.

The rest? The rest is bullshit.

Holy Death is the Mother.
This comes from our Mexican blood.

All we do here is respect tradition
and rekindle it.

All the sacrifices on the pyramids
couldn't be in vain.

You pervert the image
of the Virgin Mary.

Mary is Death, understand?

Excuse me.

Did the Spaniard get a fright?

Will you look at that?

Calm that temper, woman.

I don't like being intimidated,
Father.

No, Doña Merche.
No one wants to intimidate you here.

I just need you to understand
your situation.

It's better if we lay our cards.

And what are your cards?

These. Here they are,
in front of you.

I have this.

But that is less.
I have two, you have one.

No need to be Einstein to know
it doubles my chances,

if we tussle, of course.

-I didn't come to fight, Father.
-Sure, I know.

The Frenchman
and his friends sent you.

They aren't the first.
The Turin fellows were here,

the two brothers. Do you know them?

-They disappeared.
-Yes. Well, no.

They're here. Very close together.

-That's why you have two.
-They didn't need the coin anymore.

Sure. Does anyone have more than two?

Yes, yes, but I don't want
to meet with them.

Look at me, I'm fine as I am.
Old, a geezer, as you say.

Besides, I have a family.

I can't say it too loudly.
Three boys, five girls.

All in Mexico City.
I see them all at Christmas.

-Quite a daddy.
-Yes.

I mean that I don't have time
for fucking conspiracies.

This is my world...

and I like it.

Look, straight out,
I'll buy your little coin.

No. It's not for sale.

Don't be so uptight.
Come on, I'll show you.

Come on. Hurry up.

-They're clean, aren't they?
-Yes.

That would be all I'd need.

Let me put that in you. Get some
hot water, she can't take anymore.

Let's see how we get out of this.

It's our only option.
We need to trust her.

We're right into it now.
You have to hang in there.

Spread your legs.
Let's see what that pussy's like.

Let's see.

I have to stick my hand in.

Paco, I'd like to be the godfather.

-What are you on about?
-Relax, relax.

Let's go! Let's go! Come on, Elena.
Come on.

-There's nothing here.
-How can there be nothing?

-This isn't a boy.
-Not a boy?

-It's not a boy.
-A girl?

There's nothing.
I can't find the head or the feet.

-And it's not a breech.
-Shit, this is wild.

-Get it out, it's killing me! Please!
-Wait a moment.

-Get it out!
-Wait till I get a grip.

-But is it all right?
-No. Didn't I say I can't find it?

It's slipping away.

-Let's go!
-Do we go?

You're staying, man.

Go, go, push! Go, go!

Go, squeeze!

-Can we help?
-By shutting the hell up.

-Give me some forceps.
-This one. This one.

Not that one, the big one.

-Oh, this one. This one?
-Yes, that one, that one.

No way! Don't let her touch me, Paco!

-Don't let her touch me!
-All right.

Relax, that's it.

Do I hold her legs?

Yes, hold her legs!

-My God. There, there.
-Let's go.

-Oh, please.
-Damn forceps. I'll use my hands.

We've got it. There, there.

What, what is that, man?

What is that, man? What the hell
have you done, Paco? This is my home.

-What is that, man? Holy shit.
-I don't know what the hell it is.

That's gross.

-Oh, please, what is that?
-Shit.

God, what the hell is this?

-What the hell is it?
-Sweet Jesus!

-It's coming again!
-It's coming again!

-God!
-Shit!

But, but...

-Grab it, please.
-You're the father.

Paco, you're never coming to my place
again! It's my home, man!

Wow.

Man, what the hell is that?

-Poke it with the stick.
-How can you poke it with the stick?

You might hurt it.

It's not moving.

Nothing. It's not moving. Is it dead?

What the hell is going on here,
for chrissake?

Who the hell are these people?

Follow me, Doña Merche.
Forgive the mess.

So much money comes in
that we don't even unpack it.

Gosh.

Relax, they close
because of the jungle humidity.

Sometimes, the money rots
and we have to throw it out.

Of course. One must be careful.

Look, take what you want.

Though I think it'll be hard for you
to shift the money.

I'll offer you this. A container.
Whatever fits in a container.

Tell me where,
and I'll send it to you.

-Door-to-door service.
-No, thanks. This will do.

-So little?
-Enough for my son's toys.

Father,
I lied to you about one thing.

I have more than one coin.
I was lent three.

Son of a bitch.

My fingers!

You fucking Spanish bitch!
You can kill me, but not Holy Death!

Merche, come with me.

Come on.

There we go, easy, easy.

You're safe.

Goddamn gringo.