All language subtitles for Historia De Un Clan S01E03

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.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

Why are you doing this to me?

How much should we ask for?

At least half a rock.
Don't be concerned about this one.

The ransom should hurt them.

He's been missing for two nights.

Was Fede involved in politics?

Absolutely not.

The thing is, his family is loaded.

-How's Federico?
-He's great.

He can't come to the phone, though.
He's in the restroom.

But he's really happy with us.

You let him go?

Dad already spoke to his family.

He called and told them everything's fine.

He's detained and going to trial,

and will be executed unless you follow
the instructions given.

We bagged 200.

We'll split up 100 now.

Twenty grand each.

As for the remaining 20, ten will go
to Daniel, and ten for Alejandro.

Why should we divide between six
instead of four?

Why?

Do you understand the turmoil
I'm putting the kid through

by bringing him into this situation?

Alejandro?

Why don't you go sleep a bit?

If anything happens, I'll wake you up.

Hello.

I was at home.
Didn't know if I should come or not.

I feel an immense impotence.

Thanks for dropping by, son.

Thank you.

We've paid what they asked for.

I took it myself.

I did exactly as instructed.

They should've released him yesterday.

I, at least, want to know
if he's still alive.

Federico is alive.

I used to come to this river...

a shitty river indeed.

And I thought I didn't care
about what went on around me.

That nothing really had a point.

And suddenly, one day...

I see a preppy guy
at a club staring at me.

And they told me,
"That's Alejandro Puccio."

And I say,
"I like that name...

Alejandro Puccio".

What a name.

He's destined to be famous.

I've been thinking of leaving home.

I have some savings, but now,
at the store I'll start making good money.

We can move out.

Are we going to live together?

Yes, we could.

I want to be called Mónica Puccio
and live downtown,

in one of those huge apartments,

and I want our daughter's name
to be Stella Puccio.

I like Stella Puccio.

You like it, sweetie?

Hey, Daniel!

What?

-You got me wet!
-Sorry.

Are... are you...

-Hey!
-Sorry, sorry.

Daniel!

-Are you okay?
-Are you okay?

-I'm sorry.
-Are you okay?

Are you okay?

-I didn't get bruised.
-You're so clumsy, Daniel.

-Sorry, forgive me. Are you okay?
-Yes.

Let's go inside.
I'll put some hydrogen peroxide on it.

-Are you sure you're okay?
-Yes, yes, yes.

Don't laugh.

Oh!

Hey, the kids are here.

The kids are always here.

Hey...

Why this sudden urge?

Open the window.

Open the window, come on.

You'd rather smoke?

Of course.

Mom, what are you doing?

Hey, don't ask so many questions, okay?

We have to talk.

You have to tell me what your plans are
for the store, or I'll put it up for sale.

Mom, do you mind giving us a minute?

Yes, sure.

Mom knows?

If you keep on acting
like the dumbest of sons,

you'll see what happens.

-What should we do with Federico?
-Nothing.

No one inside the family
will be involved in this last stage.

I marked him. That's the worse part.

You marked a little fuck
who lives a life of luxury

with money made
by exploiting people who wake up

at 5:00 in the morning every day
to take a train, then put on a uniform

and work as a slave
for one of those bastards

who enjoy acting mysterious.

It's fine, they're smart.

But I'm even smarter.

Anyways, I don't make them work too hard.

I just cut to the chase,
"Give me everything."

There isn't a chance of letting him go?

What is the correct answer,
in your opinion?

Stop moving.

Can't you sit down and talk?

If I stop moving,
no one eats in this household,

or has clean clothes...

or their beds made.

I thought we were gonna share
three hundred grand.

This isn't much.

And I'm not saying this
because I'm an ambitious person.

I'm saying it because
I have family issues.

We should ask for
at least four hundred grand.

It's not like we are
selling bathing trunks.

We are putting our necks on the line.
Our lives are at risk.

He's whining already.

I'm speaking for all of us.

Guillermo, what a complicated,
ugly man you are.

I've had this weird temptation many times

to throw you in the pool.

But then I tell myself, "No."

I'm a rational being.

There has to be a reason
for this guy to be this way.

Here,

take this as a partial payment
for something yet to come.

-What, is this a joke?
-I hope so. We're all laughing.

I'm not laughing.

50% of us did.
That's how democracy works.

Very funny. Now let's get to
what we've gathered here for.

I can provide the court
and the two rackets.

Which one of you will bring the balls?

I don't understand.

Who's pulling the trigger?

Do we get a bonus?

No, it's pro bono.

If we all pull on it,
the guilt will be shared.

What guilt?

We're all Catholic.

-You've killed a bunch, right?
-Listen...

I know you do,
but I'm not talking about you.

Colonel, you've killed many?

One a week.

Do you dream about the ones you murdered?

Let me put it this way:

the men I've killed enjoyed good health.

Something wrong, kid?

Nothing, Daddy.

Next time you leave him untied,
I'll kick your ass.

Are we clear?

It went right over the keeper.

A distinctive pass from Paolo Rossi.

What happened to you?

Italy is winning.

Italy is finally winning for Paolo Rossi.

The cheering takes us to the goal.

Italy, one. Germany, zero.

Paolo! Paolo Rossi...

I brought you my personal pillow.

You brought it from your house?

Where am I?

You don't like soccer?

The Italian people!

A message in name of the Italian people...

I'd rather know if I'll live,
or if you people are going to kill me.

I can't answer that question.

I'm just an employee.

I want you to...

have the best time possible.

The people who did this aren't evil.

They can't help doing it,

but they're not evil.

Paolo, goal!

Goal!

-Mom.
-Huh?

You know?

Yes, I know that I love you.

That's the only thing I know.

What are you doing in my bed?

Why so jealous, Daddy?

See how jealous Dad is?

When your dad traveled to Spain often,

I started working,

in an little office, nothing serious.

And when I told your Dad about it,

he went crazy.

He told me to stop working,
that that was his job...

and my job was
to take care of our kids.

And I told him I liked working,

that it kept me going while he was away.

He then turned to face the wall...

and started crying.

I had to stop working.

That story is a lie, Mommy.

That story isn't a lie.

Your dad is a very jealous person.

-Can I try?
-Yes.

It's cheap but it does its job.

-What's its job?
-It numbs you.

Right.

Does it bite?

No.

It's amazing how one being
is destined to meet another one.

Right?

Yes.

You believe in that?

In what?

That each being is destined
to find their counterpart.

Yes, of course. That's what gives us
the drive to live everyday.

It gives us hope.

Yes, I believe in that.

Look at him. He's so afraid.
That dog is very scared.

Someone must have
treated him very badly.

Does your dad know you have it?

-Yes.
-Be careful

Careful.

Males are different.

Females are harder to deal with,
they are naughty.

They leave, they escape.
Think about school.

Which ones are worse,
your girlfriends or boyfriends?

Girls.

I'm sure you've had many women, right?

Yes.

You work for my dad?

I work for the association.

Then why are you here?

I'm a long-time friend of the Colonel,
and he introduced me to your father.

And now...

we're all friends.

Friends to be friends

You're really skinny.

You look like a ballerina.

Adri.

Shall we go inside to bathe him
and remove his fleas?

Dad says we can use the washing room,

that it isn't a problem.

-Shall we?
-Bye.

I agonized like a dog,

and after six months I got the hell out.

I said, "I'm never coming back"

I'd never experienced anything like it.

That cunt broke my heart.

And I cried all over the place
like a little bitch.

I said, "I'm getting the fuck out."

I started a new life in Australia.

There, I was free.

I hitchhiked.

I dated a country girl,
like a Mormon chick.

I started working on a farm.

I even had breakfast with the Mormons.

Can you help me stand up?
My body aches.

I'll help you, but...

I technically can't.

Don't betray me. If you do,
they'll shoot the crap out of you.

Holy motherfucker.

I'm serious, Fede.
They'll shoot you.

I'm not fucking with you.

Ouch.

Let me go, please.

Everything will be fine, my friend. Chill.

Calm down, come on.

Let's grant him a wish, poor guy.

A warm supper, some nice clothes.

A hot shower to get him clean.

What we are doing is wrong.
It's very fucking wrong.

We don't do charity, Rojas,
you cocksucker.

We have to make him think
he's being transported to be liberated.

But really, we're only doing it
to stop busting our balls and shut him up.

We have to think about
something he might like,

and tell him we're taking him there.

I think he likes sailing.

Okay, he likes sailing, let him sail.
Let's take him sailing.

Let him sail away, and we'll leave him
out there with the sharks.

Absolutely not, sir.

That family needs a body to mourn over.

-We aren't animals.
-Let's ask Alejandro.

He's a good friend
and should know what the guy likes.

I don't want him
to think about that today.

He has a game tomorrow.

Why don't we take him out on a stroll
without handcuffs?

Tell him we're setting him free.
Make him happy for a while.

Sure. He'll totally buy it,
with that honest face you have.

We have to speak about God.

Of what it means to transcend.

That way he won't resist, spiritually.

We have to tell him
there's a bigger mission.

Mission? That kid wants to be at home,

next to his mom,

next to his dad.

That kid has a wonderful life.

We are killing a happy person.

There's no point in kidnapping someone
who isn't happy.

No one pays a ransom for a poor bastard.

Happiness Pays Well,

another controversial book
by Arquímedes Puccio.

Cute. Pleasant.

What do you think, Colonel?

I think that you're all talking bullshit.

You want to clean your dirty hands
with a candy wrapper.

The Colonel is right.

If you kill,
you are part of a bigger machine.

Some people don't kill,
but are still part of a bigger machine.

When you're inside the machine,
whether you pull the trigger or not,

you're guilty. We want to justify our
actions morally, to sleep tight at night.

We should sleep tight either way, fellows.

We aren't free.

No one is innocent nor guilty here.

This is a machine.

A killing machine.

-You can't do a 360!
-What do you mean I can't?

-Let her do it. We'll win anyways.
-Let's bet on something.

You guys suck.

You only like winning.

-Ready?
-Yes, let's go!

Dude, I'm growing to like Fede.

I'll miss him.

I've gotten used to having
that guy at home.

Do you remember when we were kids,
we had that dog

that showed up on our doorstep,
and we decided to keep it?

José?

The first thing I did when I woke up
was run to see the dog.

This feels the same way.

I wake up and the first thing I do
is check on Fede.

We've had some deep talks.

We speak about stuff
I've never shared with anyone.

It's changed me for good.

I can't remember, José,
what happened to that dog?

Don't know.

One day, it disappeared.

Next time, choose a mean motherfucker.
This dude is a genius.

Dad says his family is shit, though.

I can't take this anymore.

Yeah!

And now?

Come on.

Are you setting me free?

Huh?

Are you setting me free?

Don't try to be a hero,
they're aiming a gun at you.

Come on.

There you go. Slowly.
Take your time.

Alejandro?

Puccio, hey!

-Huh?
-Your kick.

-Oh, my turn?
-No, your girlfriend's turn.

She told me that if you get this ball in,
you can get it in her, too.

Stop!

Hey! Hey, hey.

-Calm down.
-Hey, hey, hey.

Hey!

Hey!

Come on! Stop!

-Get off me.
-Fucker.

Okay! Calm down a bit.

Stop, that's enough.

Calm down, okay?

-That's enough.
-Stop it.

You jump from the beer to the nun,
from the nun to the beer.

What does that have to do with anything?

There's space for everything in life,
a large variety of things.

You jump from saying
one stupid thing to another.

If you at least drank wine,
Christ's blood,

but you drink beer.

You're like a hooligan at a soccer match.

It's amazing the amount of silliness
that comes out of your mouth.

And you're so spontaneous, it's amazing.

-Just like that.
-Yes, yes.

I'm 22 years old.
I can drink what I please.

By Christmastime,
you'll have a nun and a baby,

with a huge belly, drinking cider
and eating fruitcake like this,

"Hey, Silvia's family."

Hey, Dad.

Hello, Daddy.

Hey, wanna go grab an ice cream?

-Yes, let's go.
-Shall we?

Come one, it's on me.

Let's go, you little drunk.

Stop! Ouch!

Tie him up here.

What have you done, Rojas?
You motherfucker.

That's it.

I wanted it to be fast.

We went through all this fucking trouble
to end it like this?

How can you kill him like this...

without a ceremony?

All drunk and stupid...

in an outburst.

We've been doing things right.

You told me to kill him.

Now you are telling me
how I should kill him?

Labarde was supposed to
shoot him, not you.

He wanted to make some cash, maybe?

Let's do it right.

My Lord.

Federico, we are letting you go.
They've paid your ransom.

Your family loves you
and is waiting for you.

Cooperate, would you?
You're almost home.

You'll be able to hug your loved ones.

Love God, and don't be afraid.

Don't look back.

Run.

Oh, I love pop.

Don't say "pop," girl. It's so tacky.

Look, Mom!

It's a red embryo.

Ouch!

Here, Mom.

Come, Mom.

You look like a big-assed ant, Mommy.

Have you ever tried those ants?

They only exist in Colombia.

They cook them on a skillet, with salt,
but only the queen ant is edible.

And a juicy big-assed queen like you
would go in the skillet.

This drives me crazy.

Ouch! Don't be a brute, Daddy.

We should go on a trip, right?

A month and a half
traveling through Europe.

Walking around,
trying delicious food, buying stuff.

What do you think?

Yes, that's what I think.

Daniel looks good.

He and Alejandro have been talking more,
like when they were kids.

We have to find him a girlfriend.
That way he won't leave us.

But he doesn't want to leave.

He told me he was going to help you
with anything you need.

Everything will turn out fine, trust me.

You look prettier than ever.

You too, Daddy.

You look hot.

Hello.

No!

Come on, Alex!

Bravo, son!

Bravo!

What are you doing, Mom?

Cleaning the bathroom.

It smells stuffy in here.

I don't know what kind of experiment
your Dad performed in here.

Oh!

This is the only good thing
I bought on the trip.

Your mom depleted me. I'm bankrupt.

Pull up the robe, sister.

NEXT EPISODE

Dude, you understand that,
once you're out of school,

you have to work your whole life
until you die?

What? Are we all crazy?

Whoever invented life is a motherfucker.

I'm sad.

I don't know what's wrong with me.
I swear I don't get it.

That's weird.

It's as if something was missing
inside this house.

-What's missing?
-I don't know...

something.

Let's go to bed.

Do you think he was ever
unfaithful to you?

I don't know. I've never asked about it.

You don't ask about things
you don't want to know.

The guy is fucking the old lady
out of convenience.

Her grandson plays rugby.

Rizzo is his last name.

-Do you know him?
-I've bumped into him a few times.

But we aren't friends.

Better if it isn't a friend this time.

I just want Franquito to be okay.

Don't you worry.
He is a guest inside democracy.

Mine is a five-star hotel,

run by the owners.

Get out of my house! Right now!

-Leave!
-What are you doing?

-Stop!
-Shut your mouth!

This is a family house.
You can't act as you please.

Dad would never do something like that.

No, Dad's a saint next to her.

Anything that might happen
inside this house is temporary, really.

My love isn't temporary.

It's fine, I like it.

It's more human to have him here
than inside a bathtub.

-Your granny didn't tell you?
-What?

I was looking for you.

Me?

Sometimes you feel
life is getting out of your hands.

And suddenly,
everything starts to make sense again.

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

original footage from the football match
narrated by Víctor Hugo Morales.