It's in there.
It's a bachelor party.
You shouldn't have any trouble. They're kids. But if you do, call me.
-I'll be around. -Doing what? It's 6:00 a.m.
Watching the sunrise on the beach.
OK.
Want to join me?
I'm not really dressed for it.
Me neither, but nowadays underwear is like a bikini, isn't it?
Latex is like a bikini, is it?
Latex, sparkles, glitter… Anything goes.
Come on, come with me.
-We have to go. -No!
Come on, it's not that late. Nobody will ask.
I'd stay all day, but I have to go.
Are you going to Mass?
Yeah.
I have to catch a ferry.
Where to?
Madeira.
To get girls?
No, not to get girls.
What for, then?
I like surfing there too.
You have a great beach for surfing here.
You can do other things too.
Like what?
Like eating cod.
For example. Or buy cheap designer clothes.
Launder the money from Romeo's clubs.
Are you a money laundering expert?
Me? No.
But I know Madeira is a free port.
And nobody asks about the origins of the money coming in.
Am I right?
Maybe.
Do you hide all the bills in surfboards?
Getting hotter.
When you're snuggled up to a woman you just fucked,
it's easy to get confused and tell her things.
Even if you hardly know her.
After all, you just shared an incredibly intimate moment.
It's only natural your tongue loosens and you end up confessing things
that you'd never tell your girlfriend
or your wife.
And especially not your mom.
After all,
we're just hookers.
What could we do with that information?
But the truth is, we have a black box in here.
And who knows if it might bring us joy in the future.
That van stops at all seven of Romeo's clubs once a month.
All we have to do is intercept it
before it reaches the ferry to Madeira.
Then, instead of starting down 30,
we'll start with two million euros.
Three million…
Well,
it sounds easier than the last plan.
That hole was a shitty idea. I was flipping out.
Hey, you!
Give us the fucking van, or I'll blow your balls off!
Give me the cash, or you'll spend the rest of your life in a wooden cart!
Wearing this.
Do you really think we can hold up a van with only one bullet?
Yes. We threaten them, shoot the windshield.
They're scared shitless, and no more shots are needed.
What about when they hear our voices?
What about it?
"What about it?"
We're three girls, and they're a bunch of chauvinists.
Beefcake will be there. Or the Black guy. Or the Chinese guy.
When we speak, they'll recognize our voices.
What if they don't?
Either we pull off a silent heist…
Or we find someone
to do the talking for us.
I love it.
CLOSED - OPEN
EL PINO HARDWARE STORE
What's up, Fermín?
Fermín del Pino, lifelong hardware store worker
and future spokesman for the heist. Don't recognize him?
Wendy didn't either at first.
Hi, Wendy. Did they give you a day off?
Sorry, do I know you?
She didn't realize who he was
until he demanded a blow job in that bathroom.
Wheel of pussy!
Fermín was the kind of introverted friend we all have. Shy.
The church-going type who helps his female neighbors.
But he had a spigot that could burst open at any moment.
Like when you open a can.
And when that happened,
he became a sadist in a matter of seconds.
All we had to do was shake the can well,
and the beast inside him would help us carry out our plan.
We saw you come in.
We wanted to thank you for the drinks the other day.
Did you stay late?
My feet are killing me from dancing.
Well, I don't dance much.
How's everything going?
Great.
-Want to come for a coffee? -No…
I just opened.
Come on!
You paid the other day. Let us buy you a coffee.
Surely you can take a break.
Ma'am.
He can take a break, right?
Of course he can.
Come on!
You didn't blow us off like this the other day.
The other day, he said he wanted to see us again.
Or were you lying to us, Fermín?
No.
Go on, son. Get out of here! Have a coffee and come back.
Go on.
OK…
Let's go.
-What's this about? -Relax. Don't get all tense on me.
We just want to take a walk
and have a little chat.
About what?
This cute smock of yours makes you look like a serious guy.
You're coming with us.
Silently, without drawing attention to us.
So we can celebrate meeting again.
Please, my mom's right there.
Say bye to her, then.
Or you'll die in front of her.
Move.
You're not gonna talk to me?
Is this because of Mom? Or because we're not starting new lives? Hey!
Is it because of Romeo?
You aren't gonna say a fucking word?
I don't even know if you can hear me.
I'd love to beat the shit out of Romeo too.
But he's fucking devastated, you know.
Will you at least look at me?
Romeo's always helped us. I don't know if that's good or bad, but it's true.
He gave us jobs and always provided for us.
Talk to me, for fuck's sake. What's wrong?
Mom will be fine. Romeo won't do anything to her.
We'll carry on as before. That's all, understand?
Stop acting so fucking catatonic.
We'll go back to the club and do our job. Like always.
-Why do you like this roof-deck so much? -Why do you think?
It has reggaeton, a bit of sun, and vitamin D, which is good for you.
Maybe we should open the club longer if you're that bored.
-No! -Fuck no.
No way.
Don't the uniforms look nice hanging in the sun?
Whose shit is this?
Mine, duh.
I know it's not yours, Tsunami. Gata?
Rubí?
Lupe?
No, papi.
"No, papi."
All right. Let's find the Cinderella with these tits.
Help me out, girls. I'm trying to do my damn job.
This is quality control. Show me your tits.
The same goes for selling chairs, cars, or whores.
There are standards the product must meet. Show me your tits.
The new girls, over here. I know Romeo didn't screen all of you.
Christian.
Lift your shirt.
We have a winner.
Nothing in the front.
Nothing in the back.
Where the fuck do you think you are?
You walk around the club in a bra three sizes too big with silicone padding.
Promising something you don't have.
How will the clients feel when they see there's nothing there?
I'm sorry. I won't wear it again.
So what will you offer our clients?
Do you think anyone comes here
to sleep with a woman with smaller tits than Beefcake?
No. And I'll tell you why.
Because sex is about excess. It's about abundance.
Orgies, bacchanalia…
Just look at sculptures from primitive civilizations.
The women all had giant tits and thighs like pillars.
Who are we to argue with them?
That's why…
you're getting surgery.
No… I don't want surgery.
I don't think you have a say in that.
This isn't some fleeting fancy.
It's strictly business.
Many girls here were treated by Dr. Guerra, and they're thrilled.
They look like cover models.
Think of it
as an investment in your career.
The other one. The biggest one.
Let's see. Thanks.
Let's see.
Looks great.
Come on, get out. Put your hands on your head, where I can see them.
-What are you going to do? OK. -Walk.
-No! -Walk.
-Don't stop! -Please!
Walk.
Move. Right there.
-Get in. -What?
Get in there.
Or I'll shoot you in the nuts, and you'll never rub them on anyone again.
I didn't know what I was doing. I swear. Lower the gun.
What are you doing, you psycho?
We agreed to scare him, not shoot him, Wendy.
On your knees.
Lower the gun. We said we'd ask for his help. That's all.
On your knees.
I'll help you, but don't kill me.
He's not helping us.
I don't want scumbags in my gang.
Wendy, you said you wouldn't kill him.
Please.
I changed my mind.
I'll do anything. Please.
I'll do anything.
Will you do as I say?
Yes…
Yes.
Very good.
You'll help us pull a heist, and then maybe we'll spare you.
I'll do it.
Enough. He said he'll do it.
I can do it.
He won't do it.
He ain't got the balls.
So I'm killing him.
This is a holdup!
If anyone moves, I'll kill them!
If anyone breathes, I'll kill them!
If anyone looks at me, I'll kill them!
And that's how we formed our little gang.
The thought of imminent death really clears your mind
and whittles away what little dignity you have left.
They're wonderful.
Such exuberance.
You'll look so cute in a sundress. You'll see.
You'll get a lot more clients tonight.
Tonight? But…
I… still have stitches.
We'll cover them with those flesh-colored Band-Aids for scars.
And in a few months, you won't see a thing.
But it hurts, and I think I have a fever.
-I can't really lift my arms. -It'll do you good to work.
Charlotte, give her some painkillers.
Or some hash.
That'll distract you.
And you can start earning the €10,000 you owe me for the surgery.
Didn't you say it was an investment?
Investing
means advancing you the money.
And thinking about you and your future.
Plus, it'll be much easier to pay me back now.
You'll have to fornicate more,
but… you're much more desirable now.
Your catalog's expanded.
Now you can titty fuck, let them come on your breasts…
Like when good restaurants expand their menus.
Beefcake.
She's not leaving here until she hits menopause.
Our job is to manage the girls with surgery, drugs…
Whatever it takes.
I decide when they come here.
And, most importantly, when they leave.
Get out.
This is my little brother, Christian. I told you about him.
What happened to him?
He got beat up. I think he's in shock.
He won't speak or look at me. He doesn't respond. Nothing.
It wasn't my fault he got beat up,
but I get that it's hard for him to accept it.
-Accept what? -His frustration.
He works with me. He's a driver too.
Our boss has been putting us under a lot of pressure.
He wanted to go on vacation. To the beach.
But now he's on sick leave after the beating, so we can't go.
What the fuck are you saying?
Am I some idiot, having a fit 'cause I can't go to Ibiza?
-I'm a hit man like you. -Shut up.
We killed an electrician. We put a guy in acid, alive.
We buried three girls, alive, with them.
I want to leave behind that fucking life. Not being a driver.
What have you done?
Do you want to go to prison? And drag me with you?
I'm going to prison.
I'm going to prison!
Do you realize what you just did?
-After all I've done for you! -What have you done for me?
Catch fish and release them?
Adopt dogs?
Say "the girls come 'cause they're poor"?
You bring them, Moi.
Romeo isn't our family!
We're prisoners like the girls.
Like our mother.
He decides when people come and when they leave.
We're going to fucking prison because of you.
Don't you see? Iris will call the police.
She's a good woman.
Where are you going? What are you doing? Christian!
Christian! Where are you going? Christian!
What have you done?
Either we leave this life, or we don't.
Subtitle translation by: Tom Sullivan