Gina, turn right.
WASH
Sorry I hit you earlier.
What do you mean, blondie? You wouldn't last half a round with me.
When a guy gets out of prison,
the first thing he usually does is go whoring.
When a prostitute breaks free, the last thing she wants is to fuck.
After doing it with 10,000 guys in two years,
who'd want to get laid?
We're damaged, battered women, so we sometimes do strange things.
Things that don't jibe with normal life.
What are you doing here, naked? Do you think this is a fucking gym?
-Is there a sign banning it? -We paid our euro.
Don't be like that. We're washing our chassis.
Get out of here, you whores.
Don't go! Come back! Shall I pull my panties down?
Never mind. You don't have enough spit to lubricate me.
There's not enough oil in the whole fucking gas station.
Don't you want to rub my magic lamp?
-Don't go! -Come on!
Until that day, we were the ones who normally kept quiet.
The Cuban slut, come.
The blondie too.
And we were the ones who would endure the degrading brutality…
I'll fuck whoever is hornier.
…with a charming smile.
You win, you filthy girl.
So it seemed like a good time to turn the tables
and stop wearing the makeup Romeo had made us put on
to make us desirable.
To hide the women we had once been behind sparkles and glitter.
And at that moment,
seeing ourselves barefaced,
we felt like we could be free and change our destiny.
But it was all an illusion.
Is that yours, Coral?
No, mine's here.
Shit!
The glasses on the road must have been his.
They shot him to steal his car, those bastards.
But it wasn't us, so let's leave him here. It's not our problem.
It kind of is. We were seen in this car at the gas station.
They probably shot him with our gun. Our fingerprints are everywhere. So it is.
Girls, this man is dying. We have to do something to save him.
No, we have to save ourselves, not this guy we don't even know.
Look.
Arcadio Lozano.
Born in Orotava in 1968.
CD Tenerife season-ticket holder. And he has a daughter.
Well, now we know who he is,
we have to save him.
He's trying to speak.
Sure. "Do you know a neurologist? I've been shot in the head."
It's OK.
We'll take him to the hospital.
Coral,
we can't take a guy who's been shot in the head to the hospital.
-What will we say? -We won't say anything.
We'll leave him outside the ER. A nurse will take him, and we'll go.
Take the next right. They're close.
-Turn right. What are you doing? -Going to get Mom.
-Now? -Yes, now.
Those sluts know where she is. I'm not waiting for them to hurt her.
-What will we tell Romeo? -What will you tell Coral?
What the fuck will you tell Coral when we find her?
What do you mean?
What's going on, Moi?
Why did Coral kiss you?
I don't know. She's a junkie. She was probably high on pills.
Are you fucking her?
Look at me.
Tell me you haven't fucked her.
-Fucking answer me. -I haven't.
You know how mad Romeo gets, right?
I know.
Coral.
I have a job for you.
-Shoot. -Sit down.
I want you to tutor my daughters.
What exactly do you want me to teach them?
Math, science…
What it says on your résumé.
Of course, you'll tell my wife
that you saw the ad in the paper.
You'll dress up.
Moisés will drop you off and pick you up.
And you'll wash your hands before going in my house.
Can you do it?
I could.
But I'm not going to.
I'll pay you well.
Overtime.
Come on.
What do you say?
I wouldn't be a good influence on two little girls.
My wife has started chemotherapy.
Her hair is falling out.
She looks like a birdie.
She's barely home, and when she is, she doesn't have the strength to play
or help them with their homework.
All I'm asking is that you spend some time with my girls.
Romeo was truly worried about his wife.
But at the same time, he needed an excuse
so he could see me in his life outside the club.
OK.
-OK. -Great.
Great.
Life isn't all about fucking, is it?
ICU
Beefcake, give me your tool.
Drive!
Go!
-Careful, Wendy! -Don't say a word!
NURSE
Let's go, but we're driving. Go, Beefcake.
God damn--
OK. Fine.
Who the fuck walks in the street with a picnic cooler?
-It wasn't for a picnic. -It was a transplant.
They can just give it a rinse and use it.
-Tell your buddy to stop. -Let's calm down.
Tell him to stop.
Fine, for fuck's sake.
Beefcake, can you hear me?
Yes, boss.
EMERGENCY
Brake!
That wasn't the first time Romeo obsessively pursued me.
It was the end of the path we'd charted so… unusually.
When Romeo saw how sweet Coral was with his daughters,
he was utterly confused.
She was the whole package.
Mother and girlfriend.
Home and desire.
Happiness and fun.
He forgot I was just a hooker.
-Son of a bitch! -We can't shake him off.
Step on it!
-Wendy, go faster. -It won't go any faster.
Easy there, Beefcake!
Look out! Car!
Fuck!
Come on!
If he gets any closer, shoot him.
Do you hear me, Gina?
-Shoot him, Gina. -Do it.
I've been running my whole life…
but there's no escape.
Life's a wheel, and we're spinning on it like mice.
A guy wanted to piss on me once.
I said no,
and he laughed in my face.
He told me I'd beg him to piss on me.
That I'd say, "Please."
That's not gonna happen.
-Let me go, or I'll scream. -You won't scream.
800, 900,
1,000,
1,500.
And when he reached 1,500, he said,
"Shall I take it back, or are you going to ask for something?"
I begged him to piss on me.
You can't even say no.
It's a wheel.
You can't escape from the club because you're in debt.
You can't escape the debt because they threaten you.
And you can't escape the threat because
you have a family.
Let's break the wheel, then.
Let's break it.
Shoot, Gina!
God fucking damn it!
For fuck's sake! Kill him, Beefcake!
Fucking kill him!
See you later.
Gina's right.
We need to stop running.
Right now, we're hares running from a fox.
If we're dead either way, we shouldn't run.
What do you want to do?
Hunt.
I want to hunt.
What do we want to be?
Hares or foxes?
Foxes.
Foxes all the way.
MORPHINE
Gina, the gun.
Romeo had two rules with his hookers.
Rule one.
Fuck us when we first arrive at the club to sample and train us.
Rule two.
Keep his distance so he'd always see us as goods.
It's metastasized.
He broke both rules with Coral.
She only has two months left.
Where did you come from, Coral?
Where did you come from?
Hell yeah!
-We're fucking foxes! -Foxes!
Romeo.
You look better than I expected.
You're even driving.
You'll never get away, you bitch.
Even if you hide in the remotest place on this island, I will find you.
In that moment, I realized that Romeo was tracking us.
Not because I'm a genius,
but because it was the second time I'd been tracked.
Subtitle translation by: Tom Sullivan