El Recluso (2018) s01e12 Episode Script

Episode 12

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES Check that bastard out.
- Sweetheart.
- Here he comes.
- Straight from Shanghai.
- Check out that son of a bitch.
Where are they taking him? Why you staring at that bastard? You like the Chinese fellow? They're taking him home, bro.
You have a new companion.
Don't push.
They'll put him with you.
He'll sleep tight.
He'll karate chop you all night.
I got you a chink so you make friends.
You won't understand shit.
That sucks.
We'll need to get this bastard a translator.
- Whatever.
- I'm Dante.
He's into the chink.
Don't get mad, come on.
Check out that glare.
If looks could kill.
Go make love, you two.
Go on.
Bet you it's tiny.
It stinks in here.
This is starting to look like a transit hotel.
Are you comfortable in the couch? Someone's pissy today.
No, why would I be pissy? If all you're asking is for me to sleep with an old lecher to save your career.
No, no, no.
It's not to save my career, - but ours, Roxana.
- Oh, please.
Our destinies are tied together.
I'm just saying, what if the attorney takes action against us? Wish I had what you've got to offer to the attorney.
My God.
Please, don't be crass.
Okay? Don't play the prude.
Excuse me? What about the photos and messages with Tavares? What do today's brats call it now? Sexting? - I don't know what you mean.
- Don't be ashamed, Roxana.
You're an independent and hot woman.
You can do whatever you want with your body.
With all due respect, don't fuck with me.
You just want to brainwash me so I'll screw the attorney.
- That's what you want.
- If you're screwing Tavares, who is godawful human waste and scum, why is it so hard to please an old guy for just one day, Rox? Who the fuck says I'm screwing Tavares? Look me in the eye and tell me it's not true.
I knew it.
Think about your future, Roxana.
Think about your future.
Frida and Evaristo want to bomb us.
Your body has what's necessary to deactivate that bomb.
Stop, stop, stop.
Back off.
Are you sure there's no other way around it? Excuse me.
If it's not solved after the attorney has a taste of your charm, it'll surely be resolved once he imagines the bitter taste of a viral video.
What do you think? We record everything and voilà.
Record everything? But that'll showcase me.
Your face won't show, obviously.
You're crazy.
- No.
- Rox, please.
Roxana, we're in danger.
You're not the one who'll fuck him.
Rox Rox.
I'll think about it.
Hell yeah.
I'll think about it.
But if I do it, the video is mine.
That's my girl! Hell yeah! I'm not your girl.
Come on.
- Come on, Rox.
- Stop, seriously.
Swear to me that the video's mine.
The video and camera are yours.
What you looking at, asshole? What? What? What? What, man? Freaking weirdo, goddamn it.
Hey, don't you have a flank steak or a rib eye? - What's up? - Don't ask for meat, they'll give you dog.
So, what's with you? Shit.
Damn! The fuck? Get up, Diente.
Damn! Fucking chink.
Damn! He's a badass.
Whatever! Let's eat! Let's eat! Hey! Check this out.
Like a pig to the slaughter.
Take him to the sick bay and change his clothes.
So, what happened? The chink kicked his ass.
- Take the chink to another pavilion.
- No, wait, wait, wait.
Why don't you place him with us? Anyway, I'm mourning and need some good vibes.
And the chink's real cool.
He's a cool guy, right? It's just that Diente tried to kick his ass, but met with Bruce Lee and he gunned him down.
Wait, wait, wait.
No more yard for you, dude.
- No more yard.
- You're going to the pavilion.
- Tavares.
- Does he understand? Does he know Spanish? Is he Chinese? Where the fuck's he from? - He is Chinese.
- He's Chinese, he's Chinese.
He's Chinese.
Take him.
Take him to that pavilion.
No, seriously.
Don't be an ass.
Come on, come on.
- All right, relax.
- Rebollo, Rebollo, wait.
- Come on, yeah? Yeah? - He can stay with you.
Damn it, he can stay with you.
Did you hear, Rebollo? Did you hear? The Chinese Tavares.
Hell yeah! - We have a Fuck yeah.
- Let's tell the boss.
What? Go.
Go! He's doing better.
He hasn't cried anymore.
Azucenita, my love.
I can't stand seeing you like this.
Don't be sad.
I just buried my brother.
How do you expect me to feel? Look I also feel like shit.
- Real terrible.
- It's not about feeling fine or not.
It's about establishing one's place.
Show them where they belong and where we stand.
We're on it.
- I swear.
- I want them dead.
I want them to suffer.
I want them to cry and to beg like rats.
I want you to make them into mincemeat, shred them like they shredded my heart.
Yes, darling.
Things will get good.
- You'll see.
- But do it.
Because I won't forgive them for touching a single hair or nail of Quico's.
Make them mincemeat! I'm not feeling so well, no.
It's not awful, either.
It's not like they do on TV where they fall on a bed and weep, blubber and shout.
No, no.
It's like Like I hadn't seen him in a long time.
Actually, it's all the same.
The mourning process is complicated.
Kübler-Ross describes it very well.
Who's that guy? Does he work in this prison? No, she's a psychologist I studied.
And it's very normal that you're in denial over what happened.
I'm not in denial.
Denial about what? No, not me.
I know they butchered him till they got tired.
Yeah, they left him like They left Quico like a cheese grater.
It's hilarious.
I get it.
I was pissed and all that.
So? My life's the same, yeah? What am I supposed to do? I don't know, Santito.
That depends on you.
What memories do you have? He'd always been in the can.
I saw very little of him.
That's why my godfather's always been like, my old man.
Once, my mom was real drunk and told me my pops was in the can 'cause of my godfather.
Guess that's why he looks after me.
The guy felt guilty.
I do miss my old man.
- A lot? - No.
What about your colleagues? - What? - Have they given you support? No, not much.
If only the guy was alive and had said something stupid to me But the guy's dead.
Do you miss him? The dead guy? Well, yeah.
He only left me a finger to remember him.
Not even that, my godfather ate it.
So? Now what? - You tell me.
- I don't know.
Well Should I cry or what? Do you want to? - No.
- You sure? What still infuriates me is that you skipped me and called the attorney.
If that's who you want, then stick to him.
Let him figure stuff out for you and see how you manage.
And why'd you bring me this petition list? It's 'cause you don't listen to us.
What? Wait there.
I don't listen to you, bastard? - No.
- I don't listen? You asshole.
You've got to be sh Right.
Hold on.
It's on.
All right.
Don't gimme those sad looks, okay? Because all of you have skeletons in your closets.
Or do you want to talk about that, gentlemen? You want to talk about that? Right, then enough.
Stop badgering me.
Yeah? Wait.
Goddamn it.
That was the attorney, 'cause I'm allaying his concerns, yeah? There's another request that we demand of you.
We want to have a TV in the guard room to watch soccer.
A TV? That's nice, and how will you get it? Tavares provided it.
You're kidding.
Son of a That's what I call populism and demagogy.
You know what? Do whatever the fuck you want, but stop whining like little girls.
So you authorize the TV? Get lost, go on.
To work.
- All right, you'll place the base.
- Assholes.
Cheer up, 'cause I already figured out the details of your romantic encounter.
Sir, it's just that That I've been thinking and I don't get it.
Why hasn't he called? Why hasn't the bastard sent me a single text? Imagine that I'm your procurer.
Okay? It's done.
When you meet with him, pretend you're thrilled to meet him and that you find the old man attractive, and then You run his errands.
A blowjob? Suck him off.
Suck him off I haven't seen my kids in five months.
- Five months? - Five months, doctor.
Why hasn't your wife brought them? I need to talk.
- Give me a minute, please.
- Of course.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Go grab lunch, Luciano.
What happened to you? - I'm fine.
- Who did this to you? I'm fine, fine, Frida.
I'm fine.
Jack's pressuring me.
I swear I can't stand another day here.
- You understand? - Not here, not here.
Guard, please open the door.
Can you keep an eye on the new guy, please? - Yes, ma'am.
- I'm fine.
Come here.
- What happened to you? - Jack's pressuring me.
I have to find Tavares' money and find a way out of here.
I can't take another fucking day in this place.
Lower your voice.
I can't take it anymore.
I can't take it.
I need to get out.
I need to go get my son.
And you can come with us.
Look, your son needs you alive.
You need to be very careful, - things can get out of control.
- You're not listening! Frida, you're not listening.
In the United States, Dante Pardo doesn't exist.
Lázaro doesn't have trouble with the law.
Think about it.
- Is everything okay, doctor? - Yes, yes.
Thank you.
- Accompany the inmate, please.
- Okay.
Let's go.
These are your buds, we're the cool guys.
Cool guys.
Cool guys, chink.
What's up, man? Mosco.
Mosco, Mosco.
Santito, I'm Santito.
Come on.
You want a taste? Take some, here you go.
It's on Santito.
The chink likes it.
He likes, he does.
We're all buds here.
It's all good.
The chink's cool.
- What's up, Chinese? - Chinese.
Not you.
I think he's angry.
Bottle, bottle.
Yeah, totes, totes.
- Go at it.
- Whiskey.
Say it well, dude.
- Whiskey.
- Whiskey.
Hell yeah.
Check out how his eyes shine, bro.
They go like this.
Right, right.
That's cool.
This is awesome, hell yeah.
We adopted a goddamn karate expect, hell yeah.
Heck yeah.
Want another taste? Have at it, have at it.
- Ching chong.
- Have some.
Ching chong.
He's cool, real cool.
Here, chink.
He knows his stuff.
Got good taste.
He's from China.
China in Nuevo León, Santito.
Hell yeah, hell yeah.
Hi, Roxanita, how are you? Evening Good evening.
Come in, come in.
- Good evening, attorney.
- Come in, please.
You look lovely.
Thank you very much.
- You do look lovely.
- Yeah? You like it? Roxanita, thank you for coming, really.
Thank you very much.
- Thank you for the invite - Thank you.
You look lovely.
Some red wine? - Yes, that's fine.
- Yes? - Come to the bedroom, come in.
- I'm gonna leave my purse.
To be honest, I feel a bit strange because I'll tell you why, yes.
My wife passed away ten years ago and I hadn't been on a date since then and I honestly feel strange.
- Roxanita.
- Yes? Is red wine okay? - Yes.
Red wine's fine, thanks.
- Good.
No formalities.
I can't I don't want to be disrespectful, Roxanita.
Then be disrespectful.
- Be disrespectful.
- Cheers.
What is a woman like you doing in La Rotunda prison? A woman as lovely as yourself As beautiful and special.
Thank you, attorney.
I mean it, you're a very special and beautiful woman.
Thank you, attorney.
Can I tell you something? Every time you call me "attorney.
" I feel Strange.
It's like I got hit in the head.
Which one? In the The head, the head.
All right.
To answer your question about La Rotunda I'm there because of my uncle.
He was a guard in Sierra Chica.
- But he already passed away.
- You don't say.
What a pity.
It was prostate.
The prostate, I see.
Oh, no, no, no, but No.
It's just that No, prostate cancer.
That's there Just in case it's needed, but no, no.
No, it's almost never necessary, right? - Oh, my attorney.
- Cheers.
Anyway, we're getting comfortable, right? Because - Yes - You seem You seem very tense.
- I am.
- Yeah? Yes.
You smell lovely.
- You smell wonderful.
- Yeah? It's the same perfume you used when I met you, right? What a coincidence.
It's the second time in my life that I wear this perfume.
The day I met you and today.
- I don't believe in coincidences.
- You don't? I believe people are supposed to meet because it's destined.
It's no coincidence, but causation.
I'm sure your soul and mine had met before.
You're an old spirit and mine's young.
But people say that a man has the age of the woman's skin he caresses.
Then caress me.
Yes Do you tan quickly? Because you're very tanned.
This is precisely the skin color of my wife's thighs.
Let's not talk of depressing things.
- No, of course not.
- No, not today.
Not today, because we're celebrating, right? My attorney.
- You like this? - I love it.
When would you like to have your reading hour? - Doctor.
- Silvestre.
Thank you very much.
Look, start filling the form and then give it to me, okay? Is everything okay? It's Linda.
She followed Jack to a house.
There she saw an old nanny of hers.
Pablo's there.
We'll go find them tomorrow.
Be very careful, please.
To be honest, I've never done something like this for anyone.
I don't know what could happen.
Everything will be okay.
I promise that everything will be okay.
Thank you.
Come here, my attorney, come.
- Should I go? - Come here.
- What? - I'm hard like titanium.
So beautiful.
- Like titanium? - Yes.
Is it like titanium? Yeah? Give me your titanium.
You'll see.
Soft, soft, soft.
It does feel like titanium.
Down on your knees.
You like it? I love it.
- There, faster.
- Wait, wait, wait.
- Soft, soft, soft.
- Not so quick.
That's good, real good.
- You like it? - Yes, yes.
- But go up, go up.
- Yeah? - Go up, sweetheart.
- Oh, yeah.
- Want a blowjob? - A what? Want me to suck it? Of course.
But later.
Later? Look Pull out fast.
Pull out fast.
Like that, yeah.
Pull out fast! Yeah, pull out fast.
Wait a moment.
You look exactly like in the photos.
Exactly like the photos.
- What photos? - Like that, yes.
The ones you sent me.
I love this! Faster, faster, faster.
- More, more, more! - Wait.
- More, more! - Quicker? Is that what you want? Quick.
This quick? Attorney Attorney, you're heavy.
Stop playing around.
Holy shit.
No, no, no.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
No, no, no.
You can go tomorrow, Frida.
Jack won't be there.
Be very careful, please.
You done already, my Rox? He's precocious.
I think he's dead.
Bet he's dying of pleasure.
Pleasure can kill.
Seriously, the old man's dead.
What are you talking about? What do you mean, dead? - He's not moving.
- He's asleep.
And after the intense sex, he obviously feel asleep.
- He's not moving, damn it! - Make sure.
Check him.
Don't scare me, Roxana, please.
Make sure, then.
- Check him.
- How? Okay, wait.
Put me on speaker.
Put me on speaker.
Ready? - Ready.
- You hear me now? Check his pulse.
He got a pulse? He's probably fine, just sleeping.
- Asleep.
- I don't feel anything.
- Try listening for his heartbeats.
- Shut up! Got a heartbeat? If not, try mouth to mouth.
- You gotta - How? I don't know how.
Like in a damn movie.
Cover his fucking mouth and blow.
Cover his mouth and blow.
One, two, three, blow.
Count to three, then blow.
- Count to three then blow.
- Two, three Count Count to three.
I tried with the counting, goddamn it.
But he's dead.
He's not waking up.
Relax, relax.
I'm almost there, almost there, Roxana.
My poor attorney.
I promise that if you wake up, I'll suck you off all night.
No, no, no.
For a whole year! Come on, come on, come on! - Another one.
- What's with you, idiot? What the hell, man? What's with you? - Your bullshit.
What do you want? - Enough.
We're only playing, man.
Hey? That's enough.
I gave you a pass so you'd score a damn goal.
What's wrong? - What's wrong? - I'm gonna kill those fucking Tavares.
- What now? - They're giving those fuckers a TV so they can watch the game.
What about us? What do you care? What are you saying? We only got some tiny shit while they have a damn huge screen.
That's bullshit, Cuau.
That's on Peniche.
Fuck that son of a bitch.
Peniche! Hey! Calm down, calm down.
- All this for a damn match? - It's the national team.
All right.
I'll talk to Peniche, but enough.
Calm down.
You, pick up the football.
- Right now, bro.
- Enough.
Enough, enough, enough.
Come on, hurry up, you bastard.
Holy shit.
Damn it all.
What happened? You killed him.
You killed him, Roxana.
No, I didn't kill him.
He didn't even last a round.
Goddamn it.
What'll we do? - This is all your fault, idiot.
- Shut up.
It's not my fault, it's yours.
You killed him.
You sent me here! - What happened? What did you do? - Nothing.
What did you give him? - You gave him anything? - No, he took one of those pills so it'd stand.
Goddamn it.
Rest in peace.
May the Lord's grace keep you.
How are we getting out of this? Let's think first, okay? Dress already.
Gimme a swig, yeah? What's up, homes? Something's got you down, homes.
Give me a break, bro.
You're drinking alone.
And you have a shitty vibe about you.
What's up? Is it your sentence? If it's not your sentence, then it's your missus.
My wife died.
I'm sorry, homes.
What's worrying me is a tiny guy, this size.
You got a kid? No worries, homes.
I can keep a secret.
Good afternoon, ma'am.
Nice to meet you.
My name's Frida.
It's a pleasure.
- May we come in for a second? - No, where are you going? He doesn't want to.
You can't take the kid.
Not until I call his family.
I'm responsible for him.
- I can't let you.
- We'll take him to his Dad.
No, but I'm responsible.
No, you can't take him.
No, no, no, not now.
No, no.
- Linda.
- What's going on? What's going on? Sir No, forgive me Sir, don't do this.
- Conchita.
- Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Yes, yes, yes.
No, please.
Subtitle translation by María José Martínez