They say that when you're about to die,
you see your life flash before your eyes.
Like a summary of all the decisions that led you to where you are.
And basically, it's fair to say
that mine hadn't been Nobel Prize-worthy.
After seeing it all together and with the lucidity that drugs give you,
I realize that what I thought was free fall…
was actually just the push I needed to blast off
like a rocket.
I thought it was over,
but it was just the beginning.
And that revelation made me
change everything.
This is the second time you've come back from the dead.
Don't push your luck any further.
If the bitch you were madly in love with bashes your head in,
humiliates you, and robs you,
it's only natural to cry
out of rage or helplessness.
But Romeo was crying out of hope.
Because instead of letting him die, Coral saved his life.
That magical, emotional moment was worth celebrating.
And that's when I crossed the line.
A seven-inch line, to be precise.
I could've thought, "Hey, this is the same cocaine
cut with speed and amphetamines that made Romeo collapse."
But I wasn't in the mood for drama.
Girls!
Mother Christmas is here
to bring you freedom.
Know what this is?
This just so happens to be Romeo's ledger.
Let's see.
Rubí.
You owe 260 bucks for hairstyling,
700 for condoms, and…
five grand for your advance for the trip to Spain.
Now you're square.
So are you.
And you.
Nobody owes him anything.
Because we're leaving.
I'm taking this.
This too.
And this.
You must be wondering how we'll leave without our passports, huh?
I have them!
Let's see. Asunción Mereles. Maily Rodríguez.
This one's yours.
Alice Vadillo.
Italy? Paraguay?
I've taken a lot of drugs in my life, but I'd never felt so on top of the world.
I felt like a fucking boss.
Where are you going? Did you and Romeo finish your little chat?
We had a heart-to-heart.
And then the poor guy OD'd.
Just between you and me, Romeo's not OK.
He's gone a bit overboard with the drugs, which isn't good for him in his state.
You should give him more TLC.
And methadone.
One more step and you're dead.
You're not leaving.
Any other day, what you just said would've scared me a little.
But you know what?
I found where Romeo keeps his guns.
What? Anyone else want to try and stop me? No one?
Because I have the guns, so…
I'm off.
You won't get far.
Fucking junkie.
You're right on that. Not about getting far, the other part.
Do you know why I like getting high as a kite?
Because out of all the shit I've tried in my life,
this is the only thing that never fails me.
I always have fun.
Although I'm learning new ways to have fun.
What do you say, Beefcake?
Shall we have some fun?
Hang in there, Wendy.
Where's my brother?
What did you do to him?
Christian, calm down. OK?
-Don't shoot. -Whose blood is that?
Whose fucking blood? Did you kill him?
Did you?
Let us go or I'll blow your head off.
What the fuck are we doing?
Are we all losing our fucking minds or what?
I don't want to kill you.
For fuck's sake! And you two aren't some goddamn killers.
Tell me where my brother is.
Tell me.
We can still have normal lives.
We can forgive one another.
Wendy.
Look.
I'll go first, OK?
Look.
On your knees.
On your knees or I'll kill you.
Your pig of a brother did this to me.
And if I didn't kill him,
I hope he dies real soon.
He won't get out of where we left him.
And I hope the same happens to you.
Open your mouth.
Open your fucking mouth.
Do you know why I can't follow your plan of having a normal life?
Because what you did to me
will stick with me forever, you bastard.
I hear you won't do it Greek style.
No, I don't do that.
How come? What's up? Does it gross you out?
Or do you think it's unnatural? Or what? Tell me.
It hurts.
So that's why a client came to me to complain
and asked for his 250 euros back?
This is a fucking brothel. It says so on the door in neon lights.
And you're a whore, which means you do whatever the client asks. No matter what.
If they pay for it, of course.
It really hurts.
Oh, it hurts.
Yes, but don't worry. I can help you with that.
I'll stretch it for you.
A bit of pain will be worth it for a lifetime of pleasure.
You'll see.
No!
Let me go, please!
-Let me go. -Stop squirming!
Pray.
-Our Father-- -No.
Not to the Father.
To the Virgin.
Hail Mary,
full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit…
-Let him go, Wendy. -Keep going!
I don't know the rest.
Then start over, you bastard.
Wendy.
-Hail Mary-- -Louder!
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb…
If you want mercy, pray.
Pray.
Pray, for fuck's sake!
Our Father,
who art in heaven…
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come…
Holy Mary, mother of God,
pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death.
Amen.
Moi!
Moi! Hang in there, Moi!
We need to get off the road.
We said we'd meet Coral at the diner, mami.
If anyone sees me like this, we'll get busted.
Go through the woods. It'll be quicker.
GAME PRESERVE
Moi!
Bro!
-Hey! -Are you all right?
Get out the way!
Kick it hard! Kick it!
Kick it!
Come on, grab my hand.
Grab my hand!
Are you all right?
Wendy, are you all right? Wendy.
No, I'm not all right.
It's over, Moi.
You're safe now, Moi. It's over.
It's over. You're fine.
It's over, bro. You're safe now.
It's OK.
It's OK. I'll carry you. Come on, help me out.
Now let's get out of here for good.
-Please. -Where will we go?
Anywhere. You just got out of your grave. This is our second chance.
Don't you see?
And are we going to use our second chance to live in hiding?
After they tried to kill me
like a dog
without oxygen.
-Where the fuck are we going to go? -Starting over means starting over.
I'll start over after I kill them.
It's a matter of ethics.
And loyalty to Romeo.
And self-respect.
OK.
OK, I'll go with you.
But we do it,
and then we have a new life.
Promise me.
Promise me that.
Promise me.
Hang in there, Wendy.
Hang in there.
Tony!
Tony, play me a song.
Not that. That one's shitty. Another one!
Yes, that one. Turn it up!
That's the one!
And I want bubbles. And come down here! We're going to party.
Everyone over here! Come on, Lupe.
Come on, I want to see you dance.
The best and worst thing about drugs is the total break from reality.
What you see, feel, or enjoy
is all in your damn head.
Time changes,
rhythm is different,
and the law of gravity doesn't exist.
But that's also the best part.
It doesn't matter if reality falls short.
Beefcake. What are you doing, sitting there?
Come on, join the party.
Get that bastard up there. I want to see him dance.
I've never seen him dance, and I want to.
Come on, Beefcake. Your turn. Shake that ass.
Come on, guys! We've had some great times here!
We've done bachelor parties,
company parties… And it's been a blast.
Such good memories!
Let's see who the best kisser is!
I always thought kissing was the iconic expression of love.
The last inviolable bastion that really meant something.
And that's why hookers didn't kiss on the lips. But I was wrong.
In a brothel, anything goes.
Anyone can French-kiss you, and you taste their saliva all night long.
Pretty Woman was a fucking joke.
The only thing those guys had in common with Richard Gere
was that they'd go home in expensive cars.
All that shit and the people who hurt you are seared into your memory forever.
All of you, dance!
It's called "ill will." It's an inner force you can't control.
It basically involves wanting to hurt those who hurt you.
I guess those minutes of ill will and catharsis were what killed me.
Let's liven things up with some shots. Lupe!
Bring us shots!
Shots.
For the girls and for me.
Help me out, Lupe. I can't let go of the piece.
Yes!
Guys, why aren't you dancing for me? Damn it!
We're…
This is a par--
Come on!
Come on, let's go!
Come on!
It's fucking hot in here.
For fuck's sake, what a shitty party. Damn it.
For fuck's sake.
What a shitty party.
What are you doing, Beefcake?
Do you think I can't see you?
Come on, get up, you bastard.
If you fuck with me, I'll kill you.
Romeo!
Your Juliet is waiting for you!
Come down and join the party.
I'm going to leave.
I'm meeting some friends.
But you guys stay here.
OK?
I'm off.
Remember I've done a shitload of blow,
and I have three guns, OK?
The bad thing about being so fucking high is that when you fall,
the crash is legendary.
Subtitle translation by: Tom Sullivan