Some men feel the primal instinct to paralyze women
in order to have sex with them.
It's the same instinct some male animals have when they want to mate.
To dominate females. To immobilize them.
To bring them into absolute submission.
Those clients could tie us up or spit on us.
And that was our lucky day.
Because pain and abuse
made the service twenty-,
thirty-,
or one-hundred-times as expensive.
It's hard seeing yourself reflected in that animal instinct.
Maybe that's why Fermín chose to look the other way.
I've been kidnapped. Please free me.
Please.
I saw what you were doing, but I won't say a word.
What did you see?
You were going to rape that girl.
But if you free me, I'll go and never come back. I swear!
-Shut up! -Please.
I'm giving you a chance. Otherwise, I'll come clean.
Shut the fuck up. Let me think.
Please.
Please. My name's Fermín. I didn't do anything.
They kidnapped me! Please!
Please!
I'll scream!
I'll scream! Help!
Shut up!
Help!
Shut up.
Please! Help--
Shut up.
Hello?
Are you all right?
Say something, please.
Wendy?
Wendy!
Stop, Gina. Pull over.
Wendy…
What happened?
He spiked your water.
To abuse you.
But he saw me.
He tried to suffocate me.
I kneed him.
And now he's dead.
How far did he get?
He only touched you.
He ran his hands over your tattoos.
And he put some spit
on your lips.
What happened?
Who killed him?
Fermín.
Where did you get all this?
Well, after desecrating a grave,
we broke into a go-kart track and a fireworks factory.
BACK IN 10 MINUTES
Romeo wants me to teach you.
So be good pupils and do exactly as I say.
OK?
We have to get the earnings from seven clubs.
When we get to each one,
you're going to count the money.
Then you're going to count it, in front of them. Know why?
Because if it's even five euros short,
you're in deep shit.
But that won't happen if you want to keep your balls.
Go in the club, get the money, bring it to the van,
and put it in the safe.
We do that at all the clubs. Then we head for the ferry.
What if we can't cut them off?
They'll stop.
Because they won't see shit.
Smoke bombs. They cancel soccer games because of these. You can't see a thing.
And we'll stick them on the hood.
Do these guns really fire?
Cool, right? Only you will speak during the holdup.
They mustn't recognize us.
So if you need to tell us anything, use our numbers.
The key to a successful holdup is doing it very quickly and violently.
They must believe we'll kill them on the spot.
So the first thing we do is shoot the windshield.
If they get cocky, throw a grenade and to hell with it.
Wait, you expect me to throw a grenade?
You're nuts.
This is a clean holdup. No wounded and no dead, OK?
There's already one dead.
The guy from the hotel, and it was my fault.
You've fucked up my life.
Fermín.
You did that to save me.
I wasn't trying to save you.
I just wanted to hide from him.
But he saw me, and he just slipped.
Were you going to let him abuse me?
What do you care? You were drugged.
You wouldn't have felt it.
So? Is it less of a rape if I don't feel it?
Leave everything and go or I'll shoot you.
Again.
Wendy…
We need him.
I'd rather Romeo's hit men recognize me
than have this scumbag, this rat, help me.
You know what?
I actually felt touched thinking you saved me.
I thought, "If his mom loves him so much, there must be some good in him."
But maybe even she can't see the fucking lowlife you are inside.
When she mentioned his mother, Fermín saw, like in a film,
a life comprised of filthy moments.
He didn't even notice there was a gun pointed at his chest.
All he could think about was how to not be such a despicable person.
Taking the money that some pimps had made by exploiting women
seemed like a good way to do that.
I'll do it, Wendy.
Let's get on with it.
Don't smoke that shit. I need you clearheaded.
I'm nervous, OK?
I don't like this.
What?
Betraying Romeo.
Stealing his money.
We're only going to keep it until he hands over our mother.
-That's all. -I feel like Judas.
I don't even know who to be loyal to anymore.
I don't know who I owe.
I don't know who to admire or love. Know how that feels, bro?
Even dogs know who to be loyal to.
I'll tell you who you shouldn't be loyal to.
Him.
He has you where he wants you,
doubting yourself, feeling like shit.
When he's the motherfucker who kidnapped our mother.
That's what Romeo does.
That's his power.
He makes you think you owe him your life when really, he's wrecking it.
They have the earnings from all the clubs.
Get closer, Wendy.
The party's about to start.
Helmets.
Take the next left.
-Why? -It's a shortcut.
What was that?
It's an abandoned fucking freeway.
It only goes to the desert.
Look how well the Pole knows the island.
Now you're going to make a left.
Where are they going?
I don't know. Follow them.
Moisés.
The trip to Madeira's off, Romeo.
You kidnapped my mother. I never thought you'd go that far.
Want your money?
You'll have to give back my mother.
Are you extorting me, Moisés? Me?
No. I'm proposing a friendly deal between equals.
You have what I want, and I have what you want.
It's very simple.
We give each other our things back
and say goodbye for good.
The Abades Sanatorium in two hours.
-Do you like it, darling? -Yes.
It's Our Lady of Mount Carmel. She'll protect you.
Say thank you to Grandma Dolores for the gift, honey.
Thank you.
And now your uncles. Come on.
Uncle!
-How's my niece doing? -Thank you.
Aren't you the most beautiful princess here?
Do you like it?
What a beautiful family, Romeo.
If it weren't for you,
I don't know what would've happened to my sons.
Or me.
Come on, Dolores.
The sloe liqueur's making you all emotional.
I'm sick, Romeo.
Something's wrong in here.
I started forgetting things.
Some silly things, other not-so-silly things.
So I got some tests done.
You didn't tell your boys?
Before long,
I might not remember all the good things you've done for us.
That's why I wanted to thank you today.
Do you know why I helped Moisés…
that night?
He was only 15.
But he showed heroic bravery.
He saved his mother and brother from a bastard.
And that earned him my respect forever.
What the hell is this?
Go past them!
-Go past them! -I can't see! Fuck!
I can't see!
Get down!
Get out of the car!
Get out of the car with your hands up!
On the ground!
Eyes down, you son of a bitch!
What a shame.
Three against two.
What does that mean, you asshole?
That if you shoot me,
there's a 100% chance that Three or Ten will shoot you,
and you'll be dead before you can pull the trigger again.
No.
It means that if my brother shoots you, you'll be dead.
Then we'll see about Three and Ten.
So?
Does anybody want to go first?
Or shall we put our guns down so no one dies,
and we can all go the fuck home?
Shall we keep chatting
or are you going to drop your fucking guns already?
Three, with me. Ten, keep an eye on them.
Let go, you bastard!
No!
Let's go!
No! Christian, no!
No!
Christian!
If you want mercy, pray.
Pray.
Pray, for fuck's sake!
Let go of her, you bastard!
Coral, don't go!
Why didn't you get on that ferry?
I asked you to leave.
Subtitle translation by: Tom Sullivan