As a hooker, you can live many lives even though you don't really have one.
Coral!
You forgot your pills.
Thank you.
I'd arrive at Romeo's as a private tutor.
Afterwards, Moisés would be waiting to take me to a striptease.
You've got a job. A bachelor party.
-Two stripteases and then home. -My clothes?
In the bag behind my seat.
I'd dress up as Jessica Rabbit or Marilyn Monroe
to be exactly what the clients wanted.
Back at the club, I was Coral again,
the character Romeo created for me.
With his letch's eye,
he brought out the fantasy woman that each of us had inside.
You're the wild cat that everyone wants to tame,
by spanking you…
or pulling your hair.
But not dressed like a whore.
You know why?
Because deep down, no one wants to fuck a whore.
On the other hand,
fulfilling a fantasy,
that's something to aspire to.
Say "meow."
Meow.
Very good. Stick that booty out.
Go on, dance.
But dance sexier, Gina. Come on, sexier.
Sexier, come on. That's it. Move it.
Honey, I know you've left your kid
and you owe me money.
You can't change your life right now, but the good news is
you can change your persona.
You'll be…
innocence.
With that naive little face of yours.
Turn around.
You smell like violets.
My teacher smelled like that.
And that's what you'll be.
You'll be the most prized animal in this bordello.
Put this on.
You are sophistication,
the unattainable,
and what ordinary men desire after watching a French film.
Who gave you those bruises?
On your ass.
A client.
-Why you didn't call me? Who was it? -What do you care? It's not your ass.
No, but we have fucking rules.
-We do? -Yes.
So,
they can fuck me in the ass,
they can double penetrate me,
but they can't spank me with a ruler.
-What sort of rules are those? -The club's. That's what sort.
You really care about who did it to me, but not how I feel.
You haven't even asked.
How are you?
Truth is, I'm happy today.
I heard a song from my childhood on the radio this morning,
and it lifted my spirits.
-What song? -I'm not telling you.
-What song from your childhood? -I'm not telling you.
Hombres G?
What of it?
OK.
Give me back my girl
Or my itching powder will make you squirm…
Those trips to striptease gigs,
orgies or threesomes with married couples,
were the only times my life seemed normal.
Gas, sir?
With normal conversations.
Until, trip after trip, it eventually happened.
With my life in free fall, I could still fan the flames…
I'll be so wet for the striptease.
…by fucking my pimp.
STOP REQUESTED
Who's the guy that's helping us?
He owns vacation bungalows and apartments.
He might lend us an apartment and some money.
He has bungalows?
Where did you meet him?
At the… At the club.
He's a client.
Are you telling me a client is going to help us escape… from Romeo?
He's not just a client.
The thing is, we're in a relationship.
His name is Fernando.
You're seeing a guy who pays you to fuck?
But we don't just fuck.
We do more than that.
We listen to music.
We dance. We drink cocktails…
We have plans.
That's why you wanted to leave? You had plans?
Well, maybe.
I want to kill myself right now.
Let's see if I understand this. We broke a guy's skull
and killed Charlotte because Fernandito,
the bungalow moron, wanted to fuck for free?
Wendy,
I don't have my guard up like you do.
I need to dream and fall in love.
I live locked up.
I don't go out and about to the library or the cinema where I can meet new people.
Only people who go to the club.
And I'm not used to feeling nothing when I'm touched.
I don't know.
Maybe falling in love
was the only way I had to feel like a normal person.
Why don't you take me somewhere?
To do something.
Do what?
I don't care.
Somewhere you like.
What do you do on your days off?
Stop!
-Can't you see you almost crashed into it? -I was looking at the damn dot.
How the fuck did they find us? Did they see the car?
I don't know, but we're fucked.
Are you following me?
The bus is going to La Laguna. We are too.
-And we're in no hurry. -Sure.
Why don't you use your fucking GPS?
We don't have phones. We don't like talking.
So what's that?
Go back to the bus, or I'll ruin your day.
Christian.
Look, jackass,
if you keep following me, I'll call the cops.
Understood? What?
If you're calling the cops, let's give you something to tell them.
Stop!
Let's go.
What's wrong with you? Are you nuts?
-What the fuck did he do to you? -He threatened me.
And nobody threatens me.
OK?
You're using, aren't you?
I knew it.
-I don't like Mom seeing you high. -What do you care?
She doesn't recognize me. Or you.
I wish she'd see me high and smack me,
and ask me what the fuck I'm doing with my life, but that won't happen.
How many times out of ten does she recognize me? One?
None?
-Maybe she doesn't want to recognize me. -What do you mean?
She remembers her nurse's name better than mine.
And that's weird in a mother.
That's because she's not proud of me,
and that's why she stares at me, like she's watching TV.
-It's not like that. You hear me? -Yes, it is.
No, it's not.
Listen, you won't get anywhere by smashing people's faces in.
Look, I used to be like you. OK?
I couldn't control my anger. I'd start hitting people and couldn't stop.
But I went to therapy.
So, what, with therapy you're not violent anymore?
I'm violent, but when I want to be.
OK?
Come on. Let's go get those fucking girls.
Gina, go find Fernando.
Let's take this off. We're attracting too much attention.
Shouldn't I change?
Shall I go up like this?
I don't know. Since I'm not a prostitute anymore,
I'd rather wear something a bit more normal. You know?
Sweetie, it doesn't matter.
Earlier,
on the bus, I was a bit…
stupid.
I don't go to libraries either, but I know when a love story is real.
And so do you.
Yes.
-Good luck. -I'll be right back.
We'll be here.
What are you taking?
Vet sedatives. Butorphanol.
Shouldn't you stop for a little while, Coral?
I need to shut the blinds for a bit.
Fade to black. I haven't had a very good day.
Or a very good year.
Relax.
Everything will be OK.
Look on the bright side. We've run away from a pimp.
Hooking for six months may be the worst thing to ever happen to you,
but the club wasn't my worst.
I've had so many setbacks.
Now I feel as if I've reached my limit, see?
Like those bars at the end of a railroad that stop you from going any further.
We have two options.
Jail or a hole in the desert. And I don't know which I prefer.
-Soda, piña colada, or mojito? -Mojitos!
-Hello. Good morning. -Good morning.
I'm looking for Mr. Fernando Alcántara.
I'm a friend from college.
It's not a bad place to spend our last day.
Swimming pool.
Mojitos.
Handsome men.
The waiter?
He looks like the usual macho stud that lasts two minutes.
If he gets hard at all.
Do the hooker goggles ever come off?
Will we ever stop seeing men as clients?
Will there be a time when…
it won't be normal to give…
blow jobs to strangers?
You're drooling. Are you OK?
-I can't feel my ton-- -What?
I can't feel my tongue.
-It's sticky. -Great.
-I can't believe it. Relax. -Don't touch me.
I'm going for a swim to see if it goes away.
Above all, a pimp is a psychologist.
Whores come to us completely destroyed.
No one in this world has lower self-esteem.
And what do we do? We listen to them.
We give them affection.
And why do we do that?
-Because we care about them? -No.
For information to threaten them if they cross us. Find their weak spot.
No, Moisés.
No.
Well, that too.
But that's not why we do it.
These women are on their own.
They've got no one in this world.
If they think you're the only one who cares a little about them,
they'll give you everything.
That's true. They are grateful.
Teresitas Convent. How can I help you?
Aren't you funny?
Of course, papi. You'll have such a laugh with me.
Are you coming up or shall I come down?
No, you come down.
Hookers' love stories are the opposite of everyone else's.
You start fucking hard, rim jobs, blow jobs…
And then you go backwards.
You dance,
you drink some cocktails…
One day, you kiss him. The next day, he talks about his youth in Málaga
and a monkey his uncle brought him from Brazil.
And in the end, one day, he grabs your hand when saying goodbye.
That's when you think it could be love.
I did it.
I left the club.
Actually, I ran away.
But now I'm free.
Papi, I'm free, so we can fulfill all our plans.
OK, wait. What do you mean, you ran away?
With two friends.
They're downstairs.
-Downstairs, where? -On the loungers.
We need to hide because the pimps are after us.
Let's calm down.
Right, let's see. I have an apartment in Lanzarote.
You can go there, and I'll…
I'll visit you some weekends.
But didn't you say you wanted
to be with me all the time? That you were dreaming of me?
I do dream of you. But we'll have to take it step by step.
You didn't want to go step by step in the club.
The club is an oasis. People fulfill their fantasies there.
Some fantasize about being pissed on, others about being hit.
And I fantasize about having a girlfriend like you waiting there for me.
But like an impossible dream, you know?
Now that it's possible, what's the plan?
Will you come to Lanzarote with us?
Sure. Come on.
Wait.
-There's something else. -What?
I'm pregnant.
It's yours.
I'll deal with that too.
Then, Gina realized there was something worse than the way hookers see things.
It was the way others see us.
And that's what was really going to be hard to shake off.
-You're letting it go? -To even things out.
What do you even out by throwing a fish back?
The shit I do at work.
So why do you do it?
Does Romeo really pay you that much to be his lapdog?
It's not about the money. He's…
like a father to me. He's done things for me no one else would.
What about your real dad?
-We're talking too much. -Do you always freak out every two hours?
Hey, I'm here because I want to be, OK? No one's forced me to.
You have no fucking idea.
You're here because no one asks you how you are.
I did it and look.
You think we're friends because I drive you around,
and we listen to Hombres G and eat licorice. But we're not.
You think I'd fall in love because you take me for a drive?
No, I think I won't do my job well.
I can be good with a fucking fish, but not with you.
Because one day, Romeo will tire of you, you'll owe him money,
or you'll have problems, and I'll have to hurt you.
Here. For the sex and the company.
So?
What did Fernando say?
Nothing.
He wasn't there.
The sun's so nice, isn't it?
You know what, Wendy?
I've decided we don't need him.
We've been on our own all our lives.
We can carry on like that.
Yes.
We're much better on our own.
What's up with Coral?
She's recovering.
From a canine anesthetic.
Subtitle translation by: Tom Sullivan