01x04 - The Claustrophobic Diver

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Early
on, every so often,

when Don Archibaldo
would walk into my room,

I'd pretend I was asleep.

Then, on some nights, I
would walk into his room,

and he would pretend
he was asleep.

I got pregnant.

At the time, I was
seeing another boy.

A fisherman.

I didn't know who
was the father.

But Don Archibaldo
showed me medical papers

proving he was sterile,
that it couldn't be him.

But you didn't know how to read?

No, but they looked real.

You know, he seemed
sincere. Concerned.

He told me to think
very carefully

about what I wanted
to do with my life,

as this decision would
change everything,

and I was still so young.

So I told him I would
get an ab*rtion.

But you didn't.

I couldn't.

I gave birth in my village

and left the child
with my mother.

She raised him there

and I would see him
every other month

when I could visit.

Don Archibaldo hired me back
and I took care of the house

as he went through
a series of women.

And the nighttime visits?

There was only one more
time before Alba...

He had a girlfriend. A
television weather girl.

I heard her crying one
night and she left.

The house was so quiet.
A storm was coming.

I heard him in the kitchen.

I was watching my soap.

He stood by the door and said,
"I thought you would be asleep."

"No," I told him, "Doña
Leticia is going through

the most horrible ordeal
with her gardener".

It turns out he has been
sleeping with his own sister.

I kept watching the show.

And when I looked back,

he was standing
very close to me.

He told me,

why don't I give him
some manual relief

and then we can watch the
rest of the show together.

So... I did.

He cl*max just as
Doña Leticia walked in

on her gardener...

with the sister!

It all happened
at the same time.

It was like those movies in 3D.

And that
was the last time.

What about your baby?

My baby needed stuff

and my mother was
often sick so...

I took little things from here,
things I knew he wouldn't miss.

You didn't notice?

No.

You?

I did.

I already felt so
terrible about abandoning him

that I thought at least I
could give him more chances

than I had when I was little.

The things I stole paid
for school and clothes

and eventually for a little
house my mother bought.

My son was raised
with indoor plumbing,

not like me.

What's his name?

Raimundo.

Raimundo, yeah.

But I call him Secreto.

Because everything about
him has been a secret.

If I got caught, if
I was sent in jail,

at least I knew in my conscience

I did everything for my family.

For the future.

But...

because of my terrible
guilt, I started drinking.

Once Alba taught me how to read,
I studied the Bible every day,

realizing I'm part
of a very long line

of desperate people
looking for solace.

Only the desperate deserve God.

The ones ashamed enough,
frightened to death.

Hm. What do you
know about that?

You speak
fluent Spanish, yes?

- Yes.
- Let's go.

What are you going to do to her?

You ask
too many questions.

Alba.

Authorities
are surprised

with the diamond robbery.

The priceless historical gems
valued at 12 million dollars...

They disappeared from the
Lagarto Museum's storage.

The diamonds
traveled from Houston

for a diamond exhibition.

Ramiro Ruiz, the police chief,
didn't have any theories

of how the criminals
pulled it off.

He can't explain it.
They can't believe it.

The building has
24-hour security guards,

checking entrances and exits,

24-hour camera footage

that cover everything
of the exhibit.

The cabinets...

Uh movements...

Ah, sorry, I didn't get that.

They're looking in the city,

but they don't think
that the thieves

are still in the area.

The jewelry disappeared Sunday
night or Monday morning.

Because the museum
is closed Mondays,

the theft was not
found for almost a day.

It's a big puzzle, two
suspects dressed as police

were found dead

near the scene of the heist.

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- You okay?
- I almost cut a finger off.

Shh.

Scoot closer.

- What's funny?

- Shh.

- Shh. She does this sometimes.

Look at me.

Batty.

Look at me.

You need to settle down.

You do not have
permission to giggle,

understand?

Okay. Go ahead
and cut the rope.

Settles one thing:
Clover saved our lives.

You're welcome.

Settles something else:

this heat around here isn't
going to die for a while.

What if we divvy it up?

A third apiece, split off
in separate directions,

- every man for himself.
- I'm fine with that.

No. They'll find us.

It always starts with technology
and ends with tracker dogs.

Rogue cops. Cartel
th*gs with machetes.

Malone, you're a smart person.

Thank you.

You already know what
you want out of this.

So why don't you just tell us?

I think we should
renegotiate our fee.

- With the Mexicans?
- With Lasalle.

How?

We get him or somebody he
sends to bring us 300 grand.

What's 300 grand
have to do with it?

That's what we were
gonna get, a hundred apiece,

for looking the other way
over two dead partners.

Every man for
himself. Am I wrong?

Look, it's not your
fault. And it's not mine.

We learn to live
with it. That's all.

I can't learn to live
with it without passports.

Let's not forget.

Look, if Lasalle is after us,

and if he has the Mexican
connections he says he does,

we have no reason to
think that he doesn't,

every two-bit immigration
agent is gonna have a list

with our names on it.

Those passports are burned.

Hold up. Why should we
settle for a hundred each

when the haul's
worth 12 million?

The news always says it's
worth more than it is

for the insurance companies.

- So we subtract a third.
- A quarter.

Okay, let's
say it's nine mil.

But what's that worth
after you fence it?

Lasalle promised the Mexicans
he would get the diamonds.

Now they got nothing.

Which means they gotta find
us, get the diamonds, k*ll us.

Maybe we k*ll some of
their guys in the process.

There's a lot of heavy lifting
they got to do all of a sudden.

If I were them, I'd
renegotiate with Lasalle.

Maybe his cut gets
a little smaller

on account of all this hassle.

Wouldn't you?

So now Lasalle's
painted into a corner.

And here I go asking
for only three times

what I was offered.

It's an annoyance to him,
but it won't break the bank.

He'll send a bunch of
cartel guys with machetes.

We're sitting ducks here.

Are we?

We got a pretty good view
of the beach and the road.

So we can see an army of
K*llers coming from all sides.

Unless we're not in the house.

Where do you suppose we'd
be? Up a f*cking tree?

Out on a boat.

We leave the hostages
here as bait.

They deliver the message.

A single man comes out on
the boat with our money,

we make the exchange.

And if they send
everyone after us?

We'd have a head start.

Unless they come by boat.

They come by boat,
we'll improvise.

We'll commandeer their boat
when it offloads the men.

Can I ask a question?

Where do we find a boat?

Okay. Okay.

Hey.

You.

You don't got nothing else?

Most of his clothes were
incinerated in a fire.

- Accidental fire?
- Depends who you ask.

Well, what do you think?

You look like
a thug on holiday.

Just the effect I'm going for.

Where's your cell phone?

Downstairs.

Do you wanna stay up
here, sitting on the bed?

I want to know how much
longer you're gonna be here.

- We're working on it.
- But longer.

It isn't what any
of us had in mind,

but the town's a hornet's nest
and the hornets are still out.

So do you want to sit in
the tub with the others,

or do you want to rest your
tush on something nice and soft?

How did Lasalle
end up owning you?

A guy I thought I
could trust set me up.

You still harboring
thoughts of revenge?

Not since he died, no. You?

Same meat, different gravy.

- Anything?
- Not yet.

So you used to work here?

Yes. A long time.

In the news say that you
k*lled two policemen.

Two impostors. And I
didn't k*ll anyone.

Thanks.

Sit.

- Your boss is a k*ller.
- No. He's not my boss.

- No?
- Nuh-uh.

He thinks he's my boss,
I let him think so.

- You remember how to find it?
- I can find it,

but I can't jump-start
it, can you?

One problem at a time.

We get the ambulance,
we get help,

we save Alba and Inocencia.

We shouldn't have left
them to begin with.

You're a funny
bird, you know that?

That's a natural fact.

What? Do you see it?

I can't do this.

What are you doing?

Just keep walking straight
and you'll find it.

You can't miss it.

Where are
you going? Hey!

sh*t.

Fleeing a sordid affair
with a married man in Paris,

Batista had arrived in
the attractive resort town

of Playa Perdida,

off the coast of
Puerto Vallarta,

intent on becoming
a scuba diver.

This fascination to explore
the stars and beyond is,

I don't know, whimsical to me,
whenever I stand in the ocean

and look down at my feet.

It seems like all the
secrets of the universe

are right here, underwater,

and all we need to explore
them is a mask and oxygen tank.

I want to learn all the
secrets of the universe.

Her first few forays
underwater were marred

by an acute suffocating
feeling of claustrophobia,

a condition heretofore
unknown to her.

What if I panic and
can't breathe underwater?

What if my regulator
falls out of my mouth?

What if my instructor refuses
to let me return to the surface

and holds my hand in hopes
that I will soon be distracted

by the tropical little
fish darting around us,

and the amazing colorful reef,

but instead I start sweating,
suffer muscle tension and pain,

heavy rapid breathing,
dizziness, faintness,

indigestion, and diarrhea?

All of this happened.

Batista's future

as an underwater
explorer was thus doomed.

Chapter closed,

she next embarked on
a modeling career.

But in the peaceful
resort of Playa Perdida,

this amounted to scattered
swimwear catalog work

for local companies,

and a stint as a mannequin model

for a temperamental
local designer.

Stay still! Stop
f*cking around!

How many times do I have
to tell you to stay still?

They decided to repurpose
the plexiglass factory

to compete with
the American market

and figured all local stores

would buy cheaper
mannequins if they could.

But they went
bankrupt after casting

their first mannequin.

When Archibaldo met her,
Batista was working as a hostess

at Maya's Seafood Kitchen,

an upscale restaurant
catering to tourists.

The owner said I was
a natural as a hostess

because I can do a
very quick mental count

upon laying eyes on the party.

Table for three?

Table for five?

Table for six?

But it wasn't very challenging.

I caught myself staring
at the way people ate.

It was pretty disturbing.

You can tell a lot about people,

not only by what they eat,
but by the way they eat it.

Life with
Archibaldo was fun at first.

All chunky gold watches
and private airplane rides.

I read somewhere that
it's dangerous to swim

around phosphorescent fish

because sharks are
attracted by the light,

and this really stayed with me.

Seems like my whole
life, I've been swimming

around phosphorescent fish.

I became paranoid of
coconuts falling on my head.

Reading poetry became my
only reason for living.

I hungered for noise
and excitement.

No.

I became a spy.
I spied on Inocencia.

I envied her.

I spied on myself.

The gentle surf
whispered day and night.

The palm trees rustled.

I started getting sick a lot.

I developed narcolepsy.

It can be defined
as an intrusion

by dreaming sleep
into the waking state.

It happens to one
in 2,000 people.

No matter how much sleep I got,

I had an irresistible
urge to sleep.

I would be in the middle
of doing something

and suddenly I'd wake up

and not remember
what I'd been doing.

I became prone to accidents.

"Strange to see all
that was once in place,

floating so loosely in space.

And it's hard being dead,
and full of retrieval

before one gradually
feels a little eternity.

Though the living
all make the error

of drawing too
sharp a distinction.

Angels, they say,
would often not know

whether they moved
among living or dead.

The eternal current sweeps
all the ages within it,

through both the
spheres, forever,

and resounds above
them in both."

One day I spied Alba
leaving my house

and it all came
crashing down for me.

Are you telling me what
I can and cannot do

with my own staff?

- No.
- You are fired. Leave.

With Inocencia gone, I
was truly alone in the house.

Archie was never home.

I would lie out in the sun,
trying to soak in nature,

but I was fading fast.

I lost track of time.

I lost track of everything.

I felt like I was melting.

- Is it ringing?
- It's ringing.

You have
reached Judge Ray Lasalle.

I'm not available
to take your call.

If this is an emergency,

please hang up and
call my office...

Hi, Ray.

I think we can both agree
this is an emergency

best dealt with by you.

I'll call you back in
exactly a half hour.

This is Malone.

Now what?

Let's go get rid
of the ambulance.

Dear Mom, once
again I find myself

questioning your
parenting choices.

Why would you ever put
me through piano lessons

when clearly
hot-wiring ambulances

would be a hell of a
f*cking lot more useful?

Oh, sh*t. sh*t. sh*t.

Here they are.

In my recurring dream,
I speak perfect Spanish.

I make this look easy,
but it's not f*cking easy.

I always seem to find
myself in the lion's den.

My passion cannot be beaten.

Check out my juicy a*s.

Caresses and sweetness
for everyone!

I never get to the
end of the wire.

I always fall.

I wake up right before
I hit the ground.

I always wake up soaking wet.