I can't.
You do it.
No.
Coral,
I've already lost a lot of blood.
I'm going to die anyway.
So this is just euthanasia.
What's wrong with you two?
What's wrong with you?
We escaped from a human trafficking network.
We shot at people.
We buried a guy.
A few days ago,
we never would've thought we could do this.
So nobody's giving up hope now.
You hear me?
Nobody.
Help!
-We won't get out of this hole like that. -You don't know that, Wendy.
We have to keep trying until the end.
We'll keep trying until the end.
Help!
Can anyone hear me? Please!
Help…
Hey, Moi. Want a joint?
Iris!
Iris.
-I did what I had to. I left that girl. -The secretary?
Yes. She was really important to my boss, and he's like a brother to me.
So I left her to save my relationship with him, but I'm not at peace.
I'm not at peace.
I'm 6,000 fucking miles from being at peace, Iris.
Please help me. Give me something.
I'm not giving you more drugs.
Your pupils are like saucers.
I need them, Iris.
No, you don't.
What do I need, then?
To find your anchor, Moisés.
The thing that lets you be at peace and be yourself.
You don't find peace in drugs.
You find it in making the right decision.
And it seems what you did for your boss wasn't the right decision.
Why don't you go home and sleep?
You'll see things clearly tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
Don't rush.
This is a process.
Most things in life can wait.
Hey, Mom.
-Hi. -Hey.
Son,
are you homosexual?
What are you talking about?
The thing with that guy was a joke.
I just want you to be happy.
I am happy.
At times, like everyone else.
But I'm happy.
Why have you never had a girlfriend?
I don't know.
I guess if you start here when you're 15,
and you fuck one girl, then another and another,
you think you're kick-ass because you don't have to seduce women.
Or make small talk 'cause you have what everyone wants.
And you know what, Mom?
There comes a time when you no longer see them as people.
I don't know. It must be pimp PTSD or something.
And I don't know if there's a cure for this shit.
But I'm going to try, OK?
To have a girlfriend.
Take it slow.
Go to the park, take her out for dinner.
And once I've got all this shit out my head,
you'll walk me down the aisle, Mom.
Because I'm going to have a proper life.
I promise.
I want to go to Paris.
That'll be €23,50.
-Daddy! -Daddy!
Daddy's home.
Well, well…
Look who's finally here.
It's Cookie Monster.
Cookies!
Romeo tried to make that afternoon seem like any other.
But the usual Cookie Monster joke
while high, drunk, recovering from a heart attack,
and with an erection from the pills creates a weird vibe.
Upstairs, girls. I'll run you a bath.
Don't worry. Daddy's fine.
-Go upstairs. -Daddy's fucking great.
Sir, are you all right?
Gladys…
I lost the love of my life.
The second one.
In 48 hours.
Thank you.
Romeo thinks you're dead.
He can't find out about this.
No more robberies, chases, or goddamn hunts.
From now on, you go off the radar.
You'll spend the night in a hotel.
Tomorrow, you'll take the 7:00 a.m. ferry to Cádiz and never come back.
What made you save us?
My brother.
He's right.
We have to start new lives.
Do things the right way and start over.
Open the glove box.
Clean your faces with the tissues, so we look normal.
Good evening.
I'd like a room, please.
-How many people? -Four.
How many nights?
One.
For now.
It's my bachelor party.
That's some sick joke, pretending to be hookers.
The deposit's €500.
-I don't want any damage. -Fine.
I guess I should thank you for saving my life.
But you also tried to kill me, so…
-Just like you did. -No, it's not the same.
I was just going to kidnap you
and hand you over to Romeo once we were free.
But pouring concrete on top of us…
So what do I do now?
Do I kiss you for saving me?
Do I hate you for killing me? Tell me.
Smell me.
Do I smell like an electrician's corpse?
No.
There's Muzak.
It's so you can't hear people fucking in the rooms.
Love hotels are so great!
Tomorrow morning, I'm going to Namibia with my mom and brother.
Why don't you join me?
A family trip to Namibia…
What's in Namibia?
Giraffes,
cheetahs. And one hell of a desert.
And lots of tourists.
Maybe we could drive a taxi.
And there's the sea. For surfing.
Sounds tempting.
Coral.
Maybe we could start over.
You could stop living like this, like a drugged-out wreck.
Are you talking about these?
I can give them up whenever I want.
But is today the day?
No!
So…
Nice going.
Fantastic.
When will you stop doing drugs with your life in free fall? Well?
You spent 15 years with a man who abused you.
And a year in a club fucking strangers.
How long will you keep hurting yourself?
Until it's irreversible?
You deserve a better life, Coral.
And you're gonna give it to me?
The man who took me to bachelor parties and went surfing
while four guys fucked me in the ass?
Then I'd call you, and you'd pick me up.
We'd kiss in the back seat, like it was some beautiful love story.
The junkie
and the pimp.
It works for a reality show,
but not for living in suburbia and getting groceries on Fridays.
Or whichever fucking day they get groceries in Namibia.
Find another hooker to save. This one got out on her own, honey.
All right.
I'll go, then.
I'll fill in the hole and leave it how it was.
In case Romeo decides to go pray at your tomb.
I guess we won't see each other again.
I hope not.
I hope I never see you again.
Coral!
What are you doing?
Grab a drink.
I want in too!
You're crazy, Coral.
Every hooker dreams of not being one anymore.
After watching Pretty Woman, it's easy to dream of being taken out of poverty.
Being given a new life without drugs, alcohol, or violence.
But who could have a normal life after living like this?
Automatically saying "yes" to any old stranger.
"Yes" to dropping your panties. "Yes" to being abused.
"Yes" to pretending to enjoy a life that you don't.
Who could jump into a new life
without panicking about never being normal again?
Good evening, ma'am.
We're here to take you to dinner.
Beefcake, where are you taking my mom?
Where are you taking my mom?
Back off with your boner.
The past is like a damn boomerang.
When you least expect it, it hits you in the face.
It's not easy to change who you are.
Especially if you've lived in captivity.
Really, girls? We're going to wear these in our new life?
I got them from the club. I was in no state to choose outfits.
What's wrong with them? I like them. Look.
Me too.
We may be dead, but we're sexy.
Girls, we only have 300 euros.
Enough for the ferry, that's it.
What pisses me off is that we lost the war.
We were winning, but the Road Runner caught us.
Meep-meep.
We'll live with our tails between our legs while Romeo exploits girls at his club.
We almost made things right.
And we messed up.
But I won't mess up this time.
What do you mean?
I'm going to destroy Romeo.
By taking away the only thing he cares about.
His goddamn money.
Are you nuts, Coral?
Girls, don't you see that being dead is our only chance of staying alive?
Nobody's going back to the club to steal any money.
We can't take that risk.
We won't go back to the club.
We're stealing something way bigger than a safe.
Every month,
Moisés and Christian go to all of Romeo's clubs, one by one,
to collect the earnings.
Thousands of euros in sacks,
which they put in a van,
which they take to Madeira, where they launder all the money.
But we can't let Moisés see us either.
He told us to leave the island.
Gina.
He won't be there. He's going to Africa. You're pregnant, so you're not going.
And you're injured, so you're not going.
I'll do it.
And then I'll give you your share on the mainland. Simple.
No.
I'm going with you.
This shit doesn't hurt anymore.
Either we all go or none of us do.
Should I collect the money today or tomorrow?
What did you do to my brother?
He called from the ER. Those bastards broke his nose.
Where's my mother?
Calm down.
Your mother's fine.
I sent her to a nursing home.
The Hit Men Nursing Home.
Come on, Moisés.
I started this with you.
We buried your father.
And you, rightly or wrongly… I won't get into that.
…you killed him.
Then I made you my partner.
My friend.
My brother.
I gave you my money to look after and launder.
I trusted you to bring me those girls.
Now that things have gone south, you say you're off.
You want a new life.
I don't know why the fuck everyone hates their lives.
Everyone wants a new one, except me.
I want my same old life, Moisés.
With my clubs, my whores,
my wife,
and my friends.
You can't make us stay, Romeo.
You don't own me and my brother.
You're right.
I don't own you.
You and your brother are my fucking family.
You're my family.
And family doesn't go off, leaving you to deal with three missing girls,
a man dissolved in acid, and a zombie electrician.
They're buried.
Nobody will find them.
Well, just in case…
you're staying with me, Moisés.
Until the statute of limitations expires.
And you'll do it for our family.
So that we're all together
and in good health.
So your mother can sing us Christmas carols again.
Subtitle translation by: Tom Sullivan