I know how to get rid of Christian and Moisés.
How?
With what Coral said. A bear trap.
We'll dig a huge, huge hole.
We'll lead them there and put them in it.
Car and all.
Yes?
Where'd you get that from?
From a Wile E. Coyote and Road Runner cartoon?
No, from a Soviet cartoon they used to show in Cuba.
Sounds good.
Wait. How will we get them to go in the hole on their own?
They won't see it.
Nobody questions a load of flashing lights.
The kind that show you the way, like breadcrumbs.
That's how we'll get the wolves from the story to fall into the trap.
They're so sure they'll catch their three Little Red Riding Hoods,
they won't look where they're going.
And boom!
Yes! Just like the cartoon I used to watch in Cuba.
-We'll bury them. -Yeah.
While we steal the cash and the passports.
They'll have enough air for a few hours.
Cheers!
In that sense, our plan sounded like the plot of a B movie.
But we were already living on the B-side of life.
Except at night,
when we'd get together with all these normal people
who live on the A-side and come to fuck.
But they never ask how you ended up in a place like this.
When you started taking drugs and why.
How desperate we were or what hellhole we lived in before.
They don't care about that.
What matters is that you're so fucked up that you'll lick anyone's asshole.
-Do you rim? -Sure, if you pay for it.
Of course I'll pay. Come on.
All these men with integrity who live on the A-side
can visit the B-side and dominate you,
lick you, spit on you, fist you, or make you swallow their semen.
They can make you do anything.
Because then, they go back to their comfortable side of life.
Girls, Road Runner is a she. I mean, it's female.
-A hermaphrodite. -No.
No, it was female. Coyote was after her.
He was todo horny and wanted to break her in two.
And who are we? Road Runner?
No one wants Road Runner to win. Everyone wants Coyote to win.
Boulders fall on him, dynamite explodes on him every day. Everything goes wrong.
Everything goes wrong for us, so we're Coyote.
We're three female coyotes
who are fucking sick of falling off cliffs and having everything go wrong.
-So we'll change the story. -Cheers.
Meep-meep, need to pee.
Hi, Wendy.
Did they give you a day off?
Sorry, do I know you?
I remember you very well.
Here, let me refresh your memory.
How about a quick blow job?
I'm not a hooker anymore.
Of course you're not. Come on, just a blow job.
Are you deaf, asshole? I'm not a hooker anymore.
I'd rather die than put your dick in my mouth.
What are you doing?
You're a whore today, tomorrow, and the next day.
I won't get my dick dirty with you.
Whores put a lot of shit in their mouths.
Eat this.
God gave man the instinct to mount as many females as possible
and thus ensure the survival of the species.
That's their mission in life.
That's why they pay when they come.
To give free rein to their instinct to fuck as much as possible
and dominate females.
-So what we do is a service to society. -Exactly.
And that divine mission cannot be impeded by "Me Too"
or by "Darling, I have a headache."
In here, "no" means "yes."
"Yes" means "yes."
And saying nothing at all means "yes."
Amen.
Let me remind you that I'm your fucking guardian angel.
And if it weren't for me, you'd be rotting in jail.
Tell us where the girls are,
or my brother will fill the barrel with acid.
No, don't, please. I don't know. I swear I have no idea.
I was there when you knocked on my door…
No! What are you doing?
No!
…to ask for help with your dad.
What did Romeo help you with?
What the fuck happened with Dad?
You came to pay for Gina, so you know exactly where she is.
I don't, I swear! They came to see me and left.
I haven't seen them again. I swear!
More acid.
The acid will start to rise.
It'll reach your feet,
and you'll need titanium insoles for the rest of your life.
I'm slipping. Please get me out of here!
Tell us where they are.
I have no fucking clue. Please stop!
I don't know anything else. I swear! No!
More acid.
What the fuck did Romeo do, Moi?
More acid.
Please!
No, please!
No!
Listen to me.
What happened with Dad that night?
Tell me!
I killed him.
That's what happened.
That son of a bitch used to beat Mom.
He'd beat her until she passed out. I couldn't take it anymore.
Every punch that fucker threw is etched in here.
You were so young, but I was 15. I swear I couldn't take it anymore.
So I killed him.
Romeo helped me.
He took his body in the dead of night.
That's what happened.
You don't kill your dad.
You help him.
You kick him out or take him to rehab. But you don't kill him.
You don't kill him, you bastard.
Please.
We need to ditch the barrel before dawn.
At what point did this shit start to seem normal?
Living with all these horrors,
you learn to see them as normal, even when they're not.
Killing your dad,
kidnapping girls,
threatening to bump off their babies if they don't fuck 15 guys a day…
That's why you need to clear your conscience to keep going.
Because you're a scumbag.
What's up? What are you doing?
Hey there, boy.
Hey there.
You're coming with me. Come on.
I'm adopting him.
What's all this? Like releasing fish after catching them?
To make up for the bad things you do?
The world is full of bastards who don't make up for the bad they do.
At least I'm aware of what I do.
I try to balance the karma of the universe.
It all evens out in the end.
This one makes six.
They kill these dogs.
If no one adopts them after three months, they're killed.
It's sad, but it's true.
Instead of rescuing stray dogs,
why don't you stop bringing over girls from Colombia?
I don't force them into prostitution.
Poverty does. You want to end prostitution?
-End poverty, then. -Sure.
If I went to Switzerland and told girls to come wait tables,
none would come. They're rich.
But when I go to the favelas of Rio or the slums of Medellín,
those girls and their families think they've won the lottery.
They know exactly what's going on.
Don't ban brothels, ban poverty.
Is that your speech or Romeo's?
Really, baby. Fool your conscience with that shit all you want.
But what you do is kidnap girls
and make them hook by threatening to kill their families.
What do you call a guy who does that?
A scumbag.
Tell me something, Coral.
I'm a scumbag, right?
OK.
What do you call someone who fucks that scumbag?
If I'm fooling my conscience, what about you?
I won't sleep with you.
That would be a relapse.
No, baby.
It's not a relapse. It's my job.
You'll pay me 150 bucks.
We killed him.
He slipped in the barrel of acid.
He had nothing on the girls.
Did you sleep with Coral?
I was waiting to see if you had the balls to tell me, Moisés.
But you didn't.
Did you sleep with her?
Once.
It was a slipup.
She means nothing to me.
If I could turn back time, I would.
You're like family, Romeo.
My big brother.
I owe you my life.
And I've repaid you by acting like a fucking rat.
Tell me how I can make it up to you.
I could kill you right now.
But instead, you'll be the one who kills them.
The three of them.
And you'll bring them here.
And then maybe I'll be your big brother again.
There they are.
And get that body off my rooftop.
Gina, as soon as we turn the phone on,
those bastards, Christian and Moisés, will come after you.
You and Wendy are the bait.
What will you do?
I'll go into the club once they've left.
And I'll leave them poor Arcadio's body while I'm there.
Poor guy.
It's their corpse. It's their fucking problem.
But that's really fucking risky, Coral.
Going there on your own, mami, really?
I'm the only one who can walk into that club
without getting shot by Romeo the moment I step inside.
I've been his trusted hooker for a whole year.
Like it or not, that creates a bond.
Girls, shall we?
Most importantly,
when it's all over, we meet back here.
The three of us at this table.
-Understood? -Yes.
CLUB ENTRANCE
-Why are you here, Coral? -To apologize to you.
I've realized that my place is here.
With you.
I've missed you, Romeo.
See, Beefcake?
This is what happens with her. You don't know if she's smart, very smart,
or just delightfully brilliant.
Because you'll never know what's in her twisted little head.
Right?
Go and close the club.
And lock the door.
How will you win back his trust?
By betraying you.
I'll tell him where you are.
The phone will show I'm not lying.
I want to prove you can trust me again.
He'll lower his guard, and I'll be able to open the safe.
Wendy and Gina are at the gas station in Las Chafiras.
I know.
And I don't care.
Look at me.
Look at what you did to me.
You know, despite all of that,
I would've forgiven you half an hour ago.
Because half an hour ago, I didn't know you fucked Moisés.
We need to get out of here.
Far away, a million fucking miles away, and never come back.
-We can't now. -Why not?
You said we should quit crime. Let's do it now.
There's a body in the trunk. You want three more?
I can't. I owe it to Romeo.
All right. After this, then.
We'll kill those three, and then we'll leave.
Promise me.
Get out of the car.
Are you so dick-hungry that you have to fuck Moisés?
What can I say?
It comes with the job.
I got you into this shitty life, but you can still get out.
-Please go. -I'm not leaving you on your own.
Christian.
You can still do things right. Start over.
I can't.
Listen to me.
Either we both go, or neither of us does.
OK?
No, Moi! Moi, no!
He's my brother.
We're kindred spirits.
Don't you think this is between you and him?
You don't seem that kindred.
Whoa.
Are you new at the club? The woman is always the slut here.
Moi!
Come on then. Where shall I start?
Arm or leg?
Moi, stop the fucking car!
Stop it now! Moi!
Choose!
Let's play.
Red light, green light, one, two, three.
Lose your hands or your feet. Which will it be?
Moi!
You fucking bitch.
You ungrateful whore.
Bitch.
I love chocolate.
You know what?
I've decided.
Starting today, I'm going to be fat.
Why not?
I'm good at making decisions.
I became a hooker for love.
They should give me the Nobel Prize for Romance.
Or for being a total moron.
Who'd do something like that?
Another great decision of mine was to go on a diet while at the club.
So that men would find me more attractive.
But I don't like men.
I like chocolate.
Wendy,
are you all right?
Did something happen to you in the restroom?
Tell me.
Nothing new, Gina.
A guy came in. He asked me to suck him off. I said no.
Since I'm not a hooker anymore.
I waited…
my whole life…
to be able to say
no…
to something.
And when I finally did, do you know what happened?
What happened?
Nothing.
Nothing happened.
Nothing changed.
That magic word clearly doesn't always work.
Or maybe it only works for some people.
Of course it works.
And if not, we'll make it work.
Know what we're gonna do?
When all this shit is over,
we'll go back to the bar
and make that asshole understand
that "no" means "no,"
"yes" means "yes," and "I don't know" also means "no."
Then we'll rip his balls off to get the point across. Right?
Won't we?
In a matter of seconds, Coral went from wanting to kill him to trying to save him.
She walked a tightrope of ambiguity.
And Romeo was right. You never knew what she was going to do.
We'd almost won the battle.
We'd almost regained our freedom
and gone back to a life that none of us had ever had.
But apparently, we're not lucky girls.
In that moment, we all thought that the game was up,
that we had lost,
that we were really going to die,
not like Coyote who always gets another life.
But we were wrong.
The game had only just begun.
Subtitle translation by: Tom Sullivan