All language subtitles for Historia De Un Clan S01E01

Historia de un Clan is a fictional series
inspired by real events

that happened in Argentina during the 80s.

Certain names and situations
have been altered for dramatic purposes.

I had no say in the father I was given.

What does that have to do with anything?

That applies to all of us.

Then nobody deserves punishment.

Alejandro, the only reason I'm here
is because I believed in you.

But I need to know the truth.

I've been telling the truth.

I don't think you have.

A guy showed up, saying he knows you.

He gave a testimony that
is very incriminating in our case.

Who?

Gustavo Bonomi.

He says you handed over Federico Olsen.

That you were
in charge of opening the gate.

He told the judge, "Alejandro Puccio

was the gatekeeper to Hell."

He used those words.

The judge decided
to bring you before the court.

It's tomorrow.

COURT HEARING, 1985

The best weapon is an intimidating stare.

I'll smoke them underwater.

I'll screw them standing up.

Arquímedes Puccio.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

-Where are you going, Alejandrita?
-To water the plants.

You want to hold the hose?

What we can't hold
is any hot water, damn it!

Shut up, faggot, you know fags only bathe
when it rains.

Wash your ass well, eh?

Here's the soap.

I call that "tin underpants."

Balls of steel

is what I call it.

I have a friend who wants to meet you.

Federico Olsen. Do you know him?

I know the name, yes.

Do it!

-Hi.
-Hi.

My love!

Hi, Moni!
How are you?

-How's it going?
-Good. You?

-You look so pretty.
-Oh, thank you!

Look, there's Fede.

Oh, yes.

-How's it going?
-Fine.

-Hi!
-Hi. How are you?

Federico. How are you?

Mónica.

And this is the great Alex Puccio.

-A huge pleasure, Alejandro.
-My pleasure.

-I've really wanted to meet you.
-How nice!

-I've heard a lot about you.
-Really?

Yes. Nothing good.

No, I'm just kidding.

-No, no, actually, a lot of good things.
-Really?

Hey, Juani told me that you
had to close the family business.

No! No, we didn't have to close it.

We closed because
we're going to change the name.

Well, if you need a hand
with anything, let me know.

We have a good market.
We can give you whatever you need.

You can pay me when you can.

-Great. I'll keep that in mind, okay?
-Good.

I run into your sisters all the time.

Beautiful.

Don't tell him that.
He's very jealous of his sisters.

No! I meant that respectfully.

I can imagine.

-Hey, we're leaving.
-Yes, us too.

-Are you driving?
-No, we're walking.

No! What do you mean "walking"?
I'll take you.

-Come on, let's go.
-Let's go, come on.

-Will we all fit?
-Sure, get in.

And the latest images from the Malvinas.

Additionally, we want to inform you
that in Washington,

before the Permanent Council
of the Organization of American States,

the chancellor of our country,
Dr. Nicanor Costa Méndez, spoke .

-Hi!
-Hi.

Hi, Adri.

Hello?

No, no.
Stop, stop, stop!

What are you doing here?

-How long have you been here?
-A little while. Dad picked me up.

Moni, this is my brother, Daniel.

He was in Australia.

He's almost normal. He just got left...

in the amniotic sac a bit too long
before birth.

That's terrible! Don't say that.

How come you didn't tell me?

It's your dad.

What are you doing, Dad?

-I'm thinking.
-But you're hiding in the bathroom.

I'm thinking that
in the life of every fool,

there's always a moment when
the fool thinks he's got it all together.

And we're all fools.

So, maybe you're right
when you think you've got it right.

Then you take advantage
of that moment of lucidity,

running the risk of looking ridiculous,

and you become a ghost forever.

The watchful fool.

Common and ordinary.

We all run that risk.

People are split between those
who are afraid and stay at the door

and those who say, "I'm afraid

but I'm going in anyway."

Do you understand what I'm saying?

More or less.
But I came to ask you about Daniel.

Why didn't you tell me
he was coming home?

And why should I have told you?

He says he came
because you wrote him a letter,

saying you were sick. Is that true?

That idiot, Daniel?

I love him because he's my son,
and that's the only reason.

But I was a son too,
and I tried to understand my father.

Well, he understood what you wrote him.

Everyone discovers that the world is shit

sooner or later.

The problem with discovering it
very young, like I did,

is that I kept discovering it
a little more everyday.

If you're a believer like me, you say,

"What a son of a bitch, God, you bastard,
show your face at least!"

If you don't believe in anything,
I pity you.

But now everything is a mess.

There are good guys more wicked than
all the bad ones put together. Understand?

So, whom do you stand up for?

I stand up for my family.

I still think we're talking about
two different things.

I was asking you about Daniel

and about your health.

Do I look sick to you?

No.

Then we're talking about the same thing.

I don't understand!

Took me a year to start enjoying myself,
and then I get this cryptic letter.

Said he couldn't be
completely honest about it,

but I had to come back
because he was sick.

-He didn't say anything to you?
-No.

But in all honesty,
the old man never says anything to me.

When they called me up
to play for the Pumas,

he gave me a shitty hug, all tense,

and said, "You see? I was right."

As soon as I can, I'm going to Pampa.

Too bad I still don't have any money.

Why don't you come
to Australia with me?

No.

It's fantastic there. You can play
the exotic traveler from South America

and screw all the girls.

No, no way. I'm happy here. And especially
not now that I'm with Mónica.

I just want to get out of this house.

-Come here. I want to tell you something.
-Hey, knock before entering!

Jerk, you almost hit me
in the face, moron!

You think you're a big deal
now that you're in magazines.

Give me the ball!

No, I'm taking it
and putting it in the oven.

Bitch!

-Stop it!
-Let's dismember her, come on!

Let go!

Good night, beautiful.

Good night, dear.

I wish I could eat something
in the morning. I can't eat anything.

You remember those breakfasts
you used to eat in Brazil?

You would eat,
but I wouldn't eat anything.

You don't look malnourished.

But don't you like that about me?

Oh! Careful, my love.
I almost burned you.

They don't want to get up.

Nobody keeps you company in this house.

I have a bunch of crappy siblings.

Are you going to keep skating
all the time? Really?

Last night,
you didn't take them off before bed,

and you didn't let me
take them off, either.

What's the problem?
I can't sleep with my skates on?

It's a little uncomfortable, isn't it?

-Good morning, María Belén.
-Good morning, Epifania.

Epifanía.

Epifanía!

-Is Silvia here?
-Yes.

-If you could wake her up.
-Okay, excuse me.

What?

You know you look exactly like
your mom when she was young?

To think I fell in love with her
when she was your age.

Thirty years ago.

Silvia...

Wake up. The sun is shining.

Hi.

Hi.

-Go on, go in.
-Stop!

-I'm going.
-I'll take care of you, go on.

Go on. There you go.

Let's go. Excellent.

Silvita, go outside
and see if you can hear anything.

Do you want me to go?

No, you stay here.

Scream!

-Can I sing a so--
-Scream.

Okay.

Hi.

Scream!

Hey, the nun was all alone in your room.

Yes.

You love it when she sees you naked,
don't you? Go change.

Did you hear anything?

What are you doing?

Go have breakfast!

What's the deal?

You wake up at any hour you like
and dare to comment.

We have to have more structure.

Got it?

Did you hear anything?

I love you.

I love you, too.

Your brother has no character.

It's incredible, on the field,
he's one person, and off, he's another.

That's why I don't want you
to speak with him yet.

I'm going to tell him

in a way that he can understand
and when I feel the time is right.

I always took on the risks
and the responsibilities

for everything that happens in the family.

Especially the failures
like that shitty food store.

I never left any of you alone.

I'm not going to start anything again

until I'm absolutely convinced.

That said,

we're in an ideal political situation
for this new project.

It happens everyday.

So no one's going to make a fuss
because they're all scared shitless.

People disappear everyday.

And since it's already a mess,
let's use that to our advantage.

They kidnap people all the time,
and nobody says anything.

What's the project, Dad?

Behind my old man's supermarket,
my brother and I set up a go-kart track.

-Remember?
-Yes.

And we have an obstacle course
made out of stuff

that'll prevent you hurting yourself
if you crash into it.

Like, I don't know, a stack of diapers,
toilet paper, stuff like that.

It's kind of evil
to crash into a pile of diapers.

-Better that than a pile of babies.
-Oh!

No, no, but I'm serious.
Riding in the kart

and crashing into something so soft,
it's an incredible feeling.

It's like...

like crashing into a baby's ass.

Did you see Death Race 2000?

It's Kung Fu.

The guy from Rocky is in it.

It's about an American cross-country race,
and the drivers run over pedestrians

to earn points.

Pregnant women, old people,

people in wheelchairs
give you the most points.

Why don't we rent it
and watch it at home?

Can't we watch something else?

I don't want to see
people getting killed like that.

When someone's about to get killed,
I'll cover your eyes.

Thanks.

You have to do this with a new bill,
otherwise you'll get shit up your nose.

I'm a little scared.

What is it going to feel like?

First, you're going to feel really good,

and then you're going to
feel awful when it wears off.

Alex, are you going to have some?

No, and you're not, either.

-I am.
-Me too.

I'll pass.

The problem is you
don't understand shit about chemistry.

If you take a good wine,
and you mix it with a bad one,

you don't get a mediocre wine.

You get a shitty wine,
worse than the bad one you had.

It's the same with this.

You've got Maradona, you've got Kempes,
you've got Calderón, you've got Ramón Díaz

all running into each other
from opposing sides.

What does chemistry have to do with it?

You got 23 players who tear it up,
a technical director who's fantastic.

The result has to be good.

Cut the crap.

At home in '78, it was like
stealing a lollipop from a baby

and eating it right in his ear.
That locker room sweats shit.

Your father has such
strange things in this place.

It always disgusted me.

I never understood how your father,
who's so proud,

could end up slicing cold cuts for people.

Do you know what he told me
the day I met him?

"I was born to be the boss."

I thought the place was nice.

You always want to be like
everyone else except yourselves.

I don't understand your ambitions at all.

We're not as pure as you two.

Besides,
ambition isn't necessarily a bad thing.

It's not about being pure, Mamá,
it's about common sense.

We're not rich people from
San Isidro, thank God.

But you insist on wanting to belong there.

Especially Alejandro and Dad.

In Spain, they call rich guys "posh."

And rich girls?

There's nothing wrong
with wanting to belong.

I want the name Puccio
to be in the Blue Guide.

You don't know how hard your father
worked to get where we are today.

Look, Ma, the Colonel.

-Hello.
-How are you, Colonel?

How are you, young lady? Sister.

-Good afternoon.
-Good afternoon.

-How are you?
-How are you?

Not too bad.
For an old man, I'm doing fairly well.

Archimedes said there's a meeting
with the consortium.

I'm on my way to your house.

-Go on, go on.
-Thank you.

Do you want me to go with you, Colonel?

No, No. It's fine, my dear, it's fine.

-Goodbye.
-God bless you.

-Goodbye, sunshine.
-Bye, see you later.

The Colonel is missing an arm.

Yes, a grenade exploded near him.

He says he heard an explosion
and was scared but didn't feel anything.

Do you know that his arm itches?

It's so strange, isn't it?

That something you don't have
can irritate you.

Colonel! How's it going?

-Hello, sweetheart. How are you?
-Fine, very good.

Are the boys here?

Dad, the Colonel is here.

Faith is the ability to tolerate doubt.

We're going to have to turn to faith,

to trust.

And what greater trust...

than in one's own blood?

That's what we're going to do here

with the same blood.

Each one of you is here...

because you have something to offer.

A fundamental part of one single machine,

that, if we grease it well,
will become an industry.

And an industry without chimneys...

is the most perfect of all.

What we need to discuss here
is how we're going to do it.

I don't know if there's much
to discuss, eh?

I've already been doing
a kind of survey here of the posts.

We just need Guillermo

to do some minimal surveillance,
to see if there are guards.

If there are guards,
I'm the guard of the guards.

What we need to do
is not drive like a crazy person.

Understand, boy?

I peel off the badge, and we keep going.

We still have to discuss the intelligence.

We have to discuss
if we're going to do it on a weekday

or on a Sunday,
when there's nobody in the street.

No, no, the opposite.
The more people there are, the better.

Excuse me, excuse me,
but who are we going to take?

Because we're talking about posts,
we're talking about surveying,

-but we still don't know--
-Don't worry about that, I'll handle it.

Whoever it is, we have to follow
the posts that Labarde noted.

I'm a mechanic, and I'm a pyromaniac, too.
I can get a car for us,

take the car from the benefit society,
and set it on fire.

The license plate will be traced
in a hot minute if it stays on the street.

What are you talking about, brother?

You're like a seven-month old fetus
who sends a telegram

to his damn mother's pussy.

Everything is very clear.

I determine the targets
and coordinate the logistics.

The Colonel brings the weapons and
gives us impunity to go wherever we want.

You, Rojas, bring the cell phones,
and you take the other one.

Labarde places the pipe, and you pull
the chain, so that the shit comes out.

-Hi, Son.
-Hi.

-What happened?
-I can't sleep.

I was thinking how it does me so much
good for Daniel to be here with us again

and how much I need for us all to be
together, like when you were all little.

My four children.

I'm afraid.

I didn't want to tell you...

I have a lot of debts,

and they're threatening me.

You don't know the horrid things they say
they're going to do to Adriana and Silvia.

But who's threatening you, Dad?

That doesn't matter.

The less you know, the better.

You know, in my day, when we participated
in the armed struggle,

we believed we had to kidnap people
to support the cause.

We would demand a ransom
and then let the person go.

I didn't want to make you
a part of any of this,

but you're my son,

and I can't hide it from you.

Of course not, Dad,
how could you hide it from me?

I don't understand why you didn't tell me
that you were being threatened.

I want to help you.

I don't want you to ever feel
less than anyone else.

What we're going to do,

we're doing it for the family.

Don't ever doubt that, and don't let
anyone make you believe otherwise.

I want to see you get ahead,

to be able to buy a house
when you marry Mónica.

The people around us

have a lot of money.

Money they made shitting on workers,

like your grandfather, like me.

They can sleep peacefully.

I can't.

I can't sleep peacefully.
I want a just world.

How can I help you?

You know high-class people.

Rich kids who do nothing but flash around
the cash their fathers give them.

Money they made exploiting people.

Do you understand that there's a chain
of fools who feel no guilt about anything?

It's important that you get this,

so that you can operate
with a clear conscience.

What is it that you're asking me to do?

I want you to stop one of those fools
in the street, acting casually.

Can you think of someone?

To prepare ourselves
to celebrate the sacred mysteries,

it is necessary

that we recognize our sins.

I confess before almighty God

and before you, my brothers and sisters,

that I have greatly sinned in my thoughts,
words, actions, and omissions

through my own fault,
through my own fault,

through my greatest fault.

And I ask blessed Mary, ever virgin,

all the angels, and saints, and you,
my brothers and sisters,

to pray for me to the Lord our God.

May almighty God have mercy on us,

forgive us our sins,
and bring us to everlasting life.

Amen.

Let us offer each other the sign of peace.

-The body of Christ.
-Amen.

-The body of Christ.
-Amen.

-The body of Christ.
-Amen.

-The body of Christ.
-Amen.

-The body of Christ.
-Amen.

-The body of Christ.
-Amen.

-The body of Christ.
-Thank you, Father.

-The body of Christ.
-Amen.

Hello. Is your family here?

-I'm very glad.
-Thank you.

Sweetheart.

Ma, look at this baby.

Puccio! Puccio, excuse me.

Can I ask you for an autograph
for my little brother?

Of course.

-What's his name?
-Nico.

Nico.

-Does Nico play rugby?
-Yes.

You're his idol.

-Thank you so much.
-Give him a hug.

-Tell him to keep it up.
-Oh, my boyfriend signs autographs.

Excuse me.
Mr. Federico, someone's here for you.

How are you, Alex?
Everything good?

-Good, and you?
-Fine.

-Alex.
-Hi.

-Did I interrupt something?
-No, I already finished. Dad?

This is Alex Puccio.

A great player. A pleasure.

-Thank you.
-Welcome.

Shall we go upstairs?

-Sure.
-Let's go, yes.

-Enjoy.
-See you, Dad.

My grandfather came here from Sicily.

With one hand behind
and the other in front.

His heart tight and his balls loose,

because the poor people couldn't even
afford underpants in those days.

Clear it out!

Clear out whatever you've got in your head

because it's obviously more bitter
than a dog's ass. Spill it.

How do you know
that a dog's ass tastes bitter?

Have you ever sucked on a dog's ass?

When I was a kid,
I had a little puppy named Soledad.

I used to put jam on my balls,
and Soledad would lick them.

Then, when I was older,

whenever someone was sucking my balls,
I thought of Soledad.

I was a kid.

What a strange picture:
Arquímedes on all fours,

and the little dog sucking his scrotum.

And are you sure you didn't put jam
in your ass, Arquímedes?

We have to discuss the issue of
how we're going to do the distribution.

-There it is, was that it?
-Yes.

I'm taking 25, but that includes
my kids as well.

Alejandro did the main part in this,
and Danielito is very involved.

So everything stays in the family.
Very convenient.

Do you know what it means
for Alejandro to betray a friend?

It will traumatize him for life.
You want him to do it for nothing?

Yes, it's my family.

You're demanding something important,
and you have every right.

And we're going to be a family, too.

That's why we get together.

Blood, the liquid of life,

is the only source of loyalty.

The only ink used to write history.

There can be bitterness and betrayals,
but never in a family.

Don't be so sure.

Stop, don't be a son of a bitch.
Is that really necessary?

I'm not going to be so foolish as to
cut off the only hand I have left.

A little off the stump
won't hurt at all, Colonel.

When the chips are down,

we're going to need a lot of unity
and security among ourselves.

If we don't do this,

no one will have the guarantee
that we're family.

It's either this, or the group breaks up.

I'm not going to start anything like this
without the security

of us all being united by blood.

My sons are already my blood.

I need you to meet
the same conditions.

This is our flag.

A friend deserves everything.

An enemy? Not even justice.

-Hey.
-You're warm.

-Do you have a fever?
-No, I don't think so.

No?

Let me see.

No, you don't have a fever.

No. My baby is so beautiful.

Hey.

Honey, let's go.
Dad is treating us all to massages.

-I'm painting, Mom.
-Come on, the place is fabulous.

Go on, okay?

I'll stay here and paint.
We'll go another day.

We can't. It's just for today.

Don't be ungrateful. Let's go.

Come on, don't make her beg.

I'll be there in a minute.
Will you close the door?

What are you doing standing there, Alex?

I'm waiting for Mónica. She's in class...

-Hey, here?
-Yes, right here.

Look. Get in, come on. I'll wait with you.

-All right.
-Sure, come on.

-Thank you.
-What kind of class?

Well, actually, she's giving classes.

Go to the house and open the gate.

Relax, kid.

What are you doing here?

-Go change. You have practice.
-What are you going to do to him?

-What happens now?
-The same as usual.

You're going to practice
and go about your regular life.

No, I'm not going to the club.

Go to your room,
get your bag, and go practice,

or I'll tell them to shoot
your friend in the head.

I'm not going to tell you again.

Come on, boys, harder.

Flankers, form a maul .

Come on, Alex, go.

Dribble. Go on, get in there.

Form a maul .

Hey!

Stop.

-You're strangling me.
-Relax, what's wrong?

You're strangling me!
Idiot, you're strangling me!

God damn it.
Don't you see, he's strangling me?

Idiot.

Hi, Dad.

How are you? Hi.

How are my golden triplets?

Golden triplets?

Daddy, thank you for the massages.

You don't know how much good
they did me. It was like...

Relax. Don't do it.

-You're tan, did you tan?
-A bit.

While Mom was like an old lady
in her suit, all oiled up.

Suit? Don't say suit, my love, please.

Say "bathing suit."
It sounds worse if you say that.

I still wanted more.

You always want more. Let's see you.

You're still white. A cabaret tan?

I don't like being all orange, Dad.

But the massages were still fantastic.

Even though I felt guilty because
it felt like I had a slave waiting on me.

What guilt? Don't feel guilty.

How about you?

-Great. Feel.
-Let's see.

Oh.

You have a bigger butt.

We had such a good time together.
We couldn't stop laughing.

You know who I ran into?
Martha Poggi, do you remember her?

She doesn't look well at all.

-Hi, my love.
-Hi.

You can't imagine
the delicious meat pie that awaits you.

That's great.

Alex!

Come down to eat.

Hello.

Are you all right, Ale?

-Huh?
-Do you feel okay?

Yeah.

A bit of wine, dear?

Just a tiny bit, please.

It's delicious.

A little bit of wine.

Our Father, who art in Heaven,

hallowed be Thy Name.

Thy Kingdom come,

Thy will be done on Earth,
as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread...

and forgive us our...

And forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those
who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil.

Amen.

Amen.

NEXT EPISODE

Bye, Dad.

That's shorter than it should be.

It's what people wear, Dad.

Go straight to school
and come straight home.

People are too crazy in the streets.

Why are you doing this to me?

Think about your family.
They must be very worried.

So you're going to write
a letter to them

that I'm going to dictate to you.

How much do you think
we should ask them for?

Anything less then half a million
would be a joke.

The ransom has to hurt.

He's been missing for two nights.

-But was Fede mixed up in politics?
-No, not at all.

What happened was--
Well, his family is very rich.

Hey, Fede's dad told me not to spread
this around because they could kill him.

I don't think they're going to kill him.

-How is Federico?
-Fine.

I can't put him on now,
because he's in the bathroom,

but he's very happy with us.

-Did they let him go?
-He spoke with his family.

He called them.
He said he was okay.

He is detained and will be tried
and executed,

unless you follow the instructions given.

We got 200.

Now we're splitting up 100.

Twenty grand each.

Of the twenty remaining:
ten for Daniel, ten for Alejandro.

Why do we have to divide
it up among six people

and not four? Why?

Do you know the mess I put my kid in

by bringing him into this situation?

Alejandro?

In order to recreate 1980s Argentina,
this program has included

original footage from 60 minutos
which originally aired on ATC.