Walk.
I'll shut the door.
Why are we taking him?
Because if he tells Romeo what happened, he'll come for us.
So he stays with us until we're far away. They'll find him later. Come on.
Keep walking.
Walk.
Left.
Turn.
We'll need a blowtorch or a thermal lance to open this.
Can I try?
Go ahead, DIY guy.
It's so hot!
Who would've thought we'd meet again? I thought you were going to Namibia.
Well, what do you know? We both missed our trips in the end.
Coral,
you have to let me go, or Romeo will kill my brother.
Coral, please.
Fuck.
Let's count it.
Another 10,000.
Girls, we have
4,312,000 euros!
What's the plan now?
We need to leave the island ASAP. Romeo must be looking for his money.
The ferry to Cádiz leaves at noon.
How will we take the cash? In the hit men's van?
The windshield's broken. We won't clear Customs.
We'll steal a more discreet car, and that's that.
Why not rent a car like normal people?
I have my driver's license in my wallet.
I'll go rent it with you.
Gina, get dressed. You'll take us. Then we'll get rid of the van.
Coral, you stay here watching Moisés until the last minute.
We'll call when we're at the port. We'll meet there.
How will she get there on her own? Call a taxi?
A motorbike with a sidecar is outside. I'll see if it runs.
Very good, Fermín!
We're so close.
So close.
The motorbike works.
-I left the wires out so you can start it. -Great.
I'll bring the money.
You can't walk around with four million euros.
Get a towel, Beefcake. He's staining the upholstery.
I've lost a lot of blood, Romeo.
I should go to the hospital.
Don't worry, it's not serious.
There's an exit wound. And we have some talking to do.
Where's Moisés?
I don't know.
Call him.
Hello, you've reached the voicemail of…
You kidnapped our mother, Romeo.
A sick old woman.
What did you expect?
You didn't even let us talk to her.
I don't know where she is.
You want to know where your mom is, and I want to know where my money is.
We got robbed.
I know this will sound odd, Romeo.
I don't know how the fuck it happened.
But I think it was the three whores we buried.
Yes, I thought they were dead too.
But I saw a tattoo… on one of their arms.
And I swear it was Wendy.
It was Wendy.
Coming back from the dead isn't something that happens every day.
It's only natural that Romeo was caught off guard.
When he found out I was alive,
he felt the same as he did the first time he thought I was dead.
In that moment, he felt fear.
And yet he later buried me alive.
That's the thing about toxic relationships.
You obsessively adore the person you want to see dead.
But me coming back to life after he'd mourned for me
wasn't something he expected.
And then he felt
vertigo.
The same vertigo I felt as I lay on all that money
and realized that bathtub held my freedom, but also my downfall.
Because Romeo was going to chase me forever for stealing his money.
But mainly just for being alive.
And then I figured that the only way to stop him finding out
was to kill Moisés.
Go and check the car's under the concrete.
I want to rent a big car.
With a big trunk.
The biggest you have. With full insurance coverage.
Are you sure you can drive?
All that matters is I can pinch with my fingers.
Can we please pay cash for the rental and the deposit?
Well, this is goodbye.
I have something for you.
You earned this too.
-Where am I supposed to go? -Home, Fermín.
You need to go back.
You earned your freedom. Go.
Go on, man.
And tell your mom I won't make it to try her paella on Sunday.
She'll be so disappointed.
I think she would've liked you.
My mother.
I don't know. If you and I had met somewhere else,
who knows?
Nothing would've happened, Fermín.
We started off weird.
I behaved poorly, Wendy.
But being with you has changed me.
Maybe we could go to the movies.
You locked me in a bathroom.
You strangled me with your belt.
You put 50 euros in my mouth.
That's "starting off weird" for you?
Look, Fermín.
When I shot you in that hole…
I would've killed you.
For real.
That bullet wasn't just meant for your hand.
That bullet was for the despicable,
depraved being in front of me.
But then I saw you in the bathtub,
soaked in blood…
and looking at me with that look of…
terror.
And I realized what I don't want to be.
If you've really changed, good for you, Fermín.
As for me…
all that hate is gone.
I'm so sorry for what I did to you.
Bye.
-What if he goes to the police? -He won't.
He killed a man, injured another,
and stole millions from a pimp.
How I felt about Coral was the only pure thing in my life.
And you and your brother turned it into trash.
Yes?
What?
That was Xuan.
He says that in the car,
there's only the electrician's body.
And there's no sign of the girls.
That gives us two possibilities.
A,
the girls escaped on their own
by clawing through five cubic meters of quick-drying concrete.
Or B,
your brother
dug them up.
Come on, which one do you choose? Come on.
A or B?
I don't know.
He doesn't know.
But you're like Siamese twins. You do everything together.
No, actually,
you do whatever he says.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Christian, I hate to break it to you,
but your relationship with Moisés
is toxic.
He prevents you
from knowing yourself.
Or even worse,
from knowing what to be.
An adventurer… going to Namibia?
Or a hit man
who dissolves people in acid.
And there's only one way to describe someone like that.
A dumb idiot.
Because you could've left on your own.
But then again,
a dependent parasite… can't make his own decisions.
That's what happens when you grow up without a father.
The kid
turns out messed up.
Where the fuck is my mother?
Romeo.
Don't worry.
Your mother's resting.
Let's go see her.
Coral, you have to let me go.
We were robbing Romeo
when you robbed us.
Sounds like a crime soap opera.
And why did you want to rob Romeo?
He kidnapped our mom.
To stop us from leaving.
We were going to trade the money for her.
Wow.
The big bad wolf kidnapped Granny.
My mother's situation is real tragic.
Romeo knows we were going to rob him.
So we're fucked!
Understand?
No.
Because we're the ones that are always fucked.
Yours is just a fight between brothers.
Weird brothers.
That's over.
Remember when you told me about your husband?
Toxic love is like that.
I was proud of all the things I'd stopped doing.
Not wearing makeup, showing cleavage,
or going out with my friends…
I thought I was with the good one. The love of my life.
My mom always told me to wait for the good one.
It's funny. You're told to compare in life.
Everything.
The hair color that suits you, the job you like most,
the TV show you want to watch…
But not this.
When you think you've met the one, you do everything you can to make it work.
Even if you have to dig a bit deeper every day.
In the end,
you're in such a deep hole that you can't see a thing.
You fuck up your own life, and you're OK with it.
Then it becomes habit.
Like smoking.
Or working out.
I got into the habit of owing my life to Romeo.
My father was a bastard who hit my mother.
And, as usual, he came home drunk one night.
He lunged at my mom like a fucking animal.
And I killed him.
I was only 15.
Romeo didn't ask any questions. He helped me bury him.
And he took us in.
Me, my brother, and my mother.
Who was I to tell him what he did was right or wrong?
That's how you end up at the bottom of a shitty chain.
You realized it two years ago, and I realized it yesterday.
That's the only difference between us.
Yeah, sure. We're soulmates, you and I.
No.
Just scum attracting scum.
No, honey. No.
I only fucked up my own life.
But you,
how many women have you destroyed?
Three hundred? Four hundred?
You go through life with that Boy Scout smile,
looking like you've been at the beach.
But you've really been burying a girl in the desert.
You are… the deepest darkness I've ever met in my life
in a smiling Santa Claus mask.
Maybe that's why I'm drawn to you.
Because the truth is, I could kiss you right now.
Or even fuck you.
Yes.
And I'm not interested in sex, but with you I am.
Can you imagine?
We'd make such a great couple.
But you're such a disgusting bastard…
that I loathe you.
Almost as much as I loathe myself.
And that's a lot.
She was my mother.
She was sick, you son of a bitch.
She had Alzheimer's.
You have to be a real coward to see your mom suffering and do nothing.
That woman had five lucid minutes a day.
And 23 hours, 55 minutes of delusion.
No one deserves to live like that. That's why I freed her.
I just had to give her a glass of soda with pentobarbital in it.
She drank it with a straw sitting in her chair.
And she fell asleep.
If only we could all have an end like that.
Now,
you and I are going to the scene of the robbery.
No.
I can't go anywhere, Romeo.
Yes, you can.
And you'll tell me exactly where Moisés went with the girls.
I'm not strong enough.
I'm dying, I swear.
-Please-- -No, don't worry.
I told you it's a clean wound.
We'll staple it later.
Beefcake, take him away. Give him another towel.
And a coffee to clear his mind.
-The ferry's about to leave. -We can't go without Coral.
What if she doesn't make it? Well?
What if Moisés escaped and went to get Romeo and they're there?
If we go back, they'll kill us.
That ferry's our ticket to freedom.
What a wonderful farewell, Moi.
Our memories just get better and better.
Do you remember the story about the junkie and the pimp?
Maybe now, instead of a reality show, they'll make a movie about us.
Toxic and Horny.
You know what?
You must be in love with me after all.
This is the second time you've let me live instead of die.
You're the deepest darkness I've ever met in my life.
You're such a disgusting bastard. You have no idea how much I loathe you.
Christian!
It's the second time you've let me live instead of die.
You're back.
You're dead right about almost everything.
I shouldn't have gotten you out of that hole.
We're toxic for each other.
And I'm a bastard.
But you know what?
I was happy being a ruthless bastard.
Until I started listening to you.
That was when all my problems started. Your fucking questions.
Your fucking moral conscience.
But that's over now.
You're not going to do it.
Take that, asshole!
Son of a bitch!
-He's gone. He's hiding. -Come on.
Coral.
That son of a bitch!
I knew we shouldn't have brought Moisés!
Coral, let's go.
He's hiding somewhere. Let's go. Coral!
Gina, get the car out. We're leaving now.
Coral!
So which way did your brother go with the girls?
I don't know.
I swear I don't know.
I need to go to the hospital, Romeo--
Don't worry, we'll go soon. But first, let's try to remember.
Beefcake, where were you guys?
They had us lying here, facedown, the four of us.
Xuan was there.
I was here.
Moisés was here… and Christian was there.
OK, lie down.
Lie down there.
There.
I want to get an idea of the scene.
Romeo.
Take me to the hospital.
Please.
I'm not taking you.
I'm sorry.
You're my brother's brother.
But I still loved you.
Moisés and I were one.
Joined at the fucking hip.
And you came along and caused trouble between us to push us apart.
That's why you have to go.
Coral, stop. Let's get out of here!
This is over. We have the money. We're free.
Unless that bastard dies, it'll never be over.
It's tempered glass, Coral!
It's bulletproof.
Coral.
It's over.
Stop screwing yourself over.
Stop looking for trouble.
Let this be over, Coral.
Look towards the future.
Listen to me.
To start a new life…
we have to do it in peace.
Without all this shit on our shoulders. Come on.
Let's go. Please.
Sometimes getting out of a toxic relationship is impossible.
Even when you know it'll cost you your life,
you're so hooked that there's nothing you can do.
But that day,
I did it.
-Romeo? -Moisés.
The robbers killed your brother.
I'm with Beefcake.
He says they shot him, and he bled out on the road.
There was nothing we could do.
What I didn't know was that by escaping,
I was throwing Moisés back into another relationship.
One that was much more damaging and poisonous than ours.
The one he had with Romeo.
What have we done with our life, Moisés?
I kidnapped your mother.
You stole my money because of the doubt, the ill will,
and the discord that Coral created between us.
I know you got them out of the concrete.
And I would've done the same.
But I was consumed by the resentment
that those fucking bitches sowed between us.
They made us believe they're the good ones and we're some letches.
And now Christian's dead.
He's dead.
And we lost.
We lost the battle.
But not the war.
Subtitle translation by: Tom Sullivan