I'm going to tell you this story from where we left off.
The day they killed my brother, I buried him in the desert like a dog.
Next to my father.
I left him there for one simple reason.
If nobody knows you're dead,
nobody asks questions.
Even if that gets you into Heaven through the back door.
At that moment, all I wanted was to see my mother,
who, in case you don't remember, Romeo had kidnapped.
I want to see my mother.
Sure.
Telling her Christian was dead made me feel better.
And hearing her vital signs made me think
she was at peace and maybe getting some rest.
Of course, at the time, I didn't know Romeo had murdered her,
stuffed her in a freezer, and defrosted her
so that I could have a stupid guilty-son chat.
A few days, later when Romeo told me she passed away in the nursing home,
I believed him.
I had no idea how those two deaths were going to change my life.
Because, due to that slight lack of information,
Romeo and I would become inseparable again.
I built a wonderful family with the man who killed mine.
I went from driving whores to striptease gigs
to driving the girls to school.
I don't want you back at the club, at least for a while.
You need to heal after all that's happened.
What do you want me to do?
Why don't you go on vacation?
Some restaurants.
Some bike rides.
A good book.
I don't fucking know.
We deserve some peace.
A good book?
So I finally had my own picture-perfect life.
With the psychopath that killed my mom.
While the secret ticked like a time bomb that would explode a few months later,
we had breakfast, fished, and sang like we were in a Christmas movie.
Plus we kept looking for the three women that destroyed us.
We would soon find out
they were only 1,152 miles away
and also had a new life.
Well, this is the house.
The best one I could find.
I love it. It's beautiful.
That's not all, Gina.
We're right next to the Civil Guard.
No one will look for us here.
We were also going to build our new life
on top of a bomb that'd explode sooner or later.
We had stolen four million euros from our pimp.
And that is not easily forgotten.
I think we should hide half inside the house and half outside.
Just in case.
We opened a bakery in town to launder Romeo's money.
And we went from whores, just scraping by,
to bakers.
From working at night to enjoying the sun with a mojito in hand.
From living locked up
to sailing on the open sea.
And between that and falling in love with your diving instructor,
there's only a fine line.
How are you, Gina? Any better?
No, not really.
Don't worry. Getting seasick is normal if you're not used to sailing.
-It'll pass in no time, you'll see. -No, I don't think so.
I'm pregnant, five months pregnant.
Well, you can't dive when you're pregnant, you know?
Yeah, I know. There are lots of things you can't do pregnant.
Like, for example, get buried under a concrete block.
Well, then, get some rest. Okay?
Toni, are you okay?
Is something wrong?
Well, it's just that I thought we were flirting.
I didn't know you were expecting, and you must have a boyfriend or husband.
Please forgive me.
No, I don't have a boyfriend.
Is one of them… the mother? Or both of them?
Well, if you want to see it that way, sure.
Let's just say there's a father, but he's no longer in our lives.
He belongs in the past.
Well, I'm also coming out a relationship that belongs in the past.
-Tell me about it. -No, it's boring. No way.
No, really. I love a good love story. Come here.
Come on.
Look, I got married at 33. I thought I'd found the love of my life.
We met at Sanfermines. I said, "Wanna drive with me to Almería?"
That's so romantic.
Well, she said yes. Just like that. And she came.
I think it was the only time I saw excitement in her eyes.
Why? What happened?
I was so in love with her. I was like… a lost puppy.
I always proposed plans,
and she'd say yes and come, but half-heartedly.
I thought, "She's having fun. She's happy."
"She's just Basque and expresses it differently."
Well, that wasn't it. She just wasn't in love.
I've also had love stories that aren't worth praising,
celebrating, or writing home about.
And I've tried, you know?
I've tried a thousand ways, but…
Well, as you can see, I ended up a single mother.
You shouldn't have to try hard with love. You just have to be with the right person.
Damn.
Well…
Gina falling in love wasn't really surprising.
But when she saw that you can erase where you came from and look forward,
Wendy decided to take a leap of faith too.
With the girl from the gas station.
She started going to the gas station more often to see her.
That meant she had to use up the gas faster.
So she started driving round and round all the roads in town.
But that took too long.
So she opted for the faster way.
Until one day, after 46 gallons of 95-octane gas,
Wendy hit the right note.
Do you want me to ask you what time you finish work?
What for?
To… come pick you up and take you for a ride on my bike.
I have a girlfriend.
What?
I thought cassette tapes were forever too.
Now look.
Yeah.
Hey.
I get off at seven.
So do you like the place?
It's a long way from town.
It's really nice.
You're worried about being seen with me.
Well, I have a girlfriend. I don't want her to worry for no reason.
People talk a lot around here.
I only asked you to come for a ride so we can get to know each other better.
I don't have many friends here.
Sure.
Cool. So, I don't know, what…?
-What do you want to know about me? -I don't know, nothing in particular.
What your day-to-day is like.
Okay. So, let's see…
On Tuesdays, I have to be on the lookout because the tanker comes,
and I have to make sure nobody parks by the hatches.
Because there are 5,000 gallons in the tanker.
And there's always some smart-ass who parks there.
I also have to make sure there's water in the buckets
for cleaning car windshields.
Otherwise, someone always says,
"Girl, there's no water in the bucket."
And I hate being called "girl."
But the most important thing, and what I spend most time on,
is thinking about what to do on my day off.
Because if I save up some days, I can go to Madrid.
Because plans in small towns are small.
They're small, but they're
really nice.
And you? What… plans do you have?
None.
I gave up on them.
I gave up on plans.
Why?
I had a girlfriend.
And when she left me…
I thought that plans
were to blame.
Because sometimes, you get into trouble to make them happen, and…
And then it's difficult to get out.
But that's a lie.
Plans aren't the problem.
Sometimes,
the excitement and…
and the rush
to get what you want makes you…
cut corners.
What about now?
Now I'm in no rush.
Now I can wait for things to happen.
I was trying to make plans too.
To be happy with all my might and to leave the past behind.
But every day,
at nightfall,
the nightmares started.
Every time I got in bed, reality would close in.
It felt like my lungs crumpled and like the air weighed 100 tons.
My chest sank so far it felt like it'd go through the mattress.
I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't sleep.
I couldn't bear to be in silence.
While Wendy and Gina soared, I sank further and further.
But there was someone else obsessed with the past.
With the past and with keeping Moisés away from the truth.
What's up, Tattoo?
You gonna drink all my beer?
He'll drink even more with how long you take.
You take longer than a bride.
Tattoo,
you son of a bitch.
I didn't know you were so tight with Moisés.
We've partied together a few times.
May I?
How are you, girls?
Jeez, look at this place.
Okay, I know some of you have been talking.
And maybe you all know by now
about the tragic events we went through here at the club, around three months ago.
I'll explain.
Due to some bad luck, when Christian came through the door,
we couldn't gauge the seriousness
of the gunshot wound those bitches gave him.
Then there was
the death of Moisés's mother.
We all made the decision to euthanize her
to free her
from her deteriorating illness, which, as you know, was atrocious.
Atrocious.
These facts are painful.
Especially for me. That's why I want to leave them behind.
So if any of you speak of this with anyone else, no matter who it is…
I'll saw you into pieces.
You
and two members of your family.
It's up to you to turn the page.
And as proof that I'm fully committed to leaving the past behind,
many things will change at Las Novias, starting with your working conditions.
Bring it in.
Come here.
From now on, in this club, there will be no more misled girls.
There'll be hard workers.
You'll do your job, you'll pay your debt,
and you'll be free.
Everyone's talking about sex trafficking.
I even looked it up on Wikipedia
because I don't want any accusations.
So I promise there'll be no more threats,
withheld payment,
or increases in your debts.
Do you mean
you won't charge us for makeup anymore?
-Or condoms? -Or the lingerie we wear?
-No. -And how will you do that?
Negotiating the price, like a company store.
The only condition I impose
is your silence.
Okay?
Great.
Girls, get to work.
Looking sexy and smiling.
Come on. Come on!
Today's the first day of your new lives!
Tattoo, wait a second.
There's something
I've been thinking about.
I mean, in all the chatting with Moisés…
the beers…
You wouldn't have let anything slip
about his brother's tragic death, right?
Of course not, Romeo.
What, don't you trust me?
I don't trust people who drink.
Because they talk a lot.
If you said, "Look, boss,
this is my last drink, I'm going teetotal,"
that'd be a different story. But try to see it my way.
The other day, you went to eat at a beach bar with Moisés,
and you both came back wasted.
How do I feel?
Well, shitty. I feel shitty.
Because I think
on your third whiskey, you'll start blabbing.
Look, Romeo, with all due respect, okay?
I think you're overreacting a bit.
Really?
Yeah. It's one thing to be my boss,
but quite another to tell me who I can see or if I can drink.
Not even my father would do that. Never.
Aren't you the boss, not the fucking Pope in the Vatican, dude?
You bastard!
You've put me in my place, you bastard.
Yeah. "The fucking Pope in the Vatican."
You bastard.
Okay, fine.
Now I'm going to talk to you as your boss, about work.
You're going to Cuba. I just promoted you.
Julián's there, looking for info on those three bitches.
-I can't go to Cuba now, Romeo. -No? Why not?
I just started dating Marisol. I moved in with her.
I get it. The offer has to be juicier.
I'll triple your salary,
and…
Fuck it. Here.
Twenty-five grand for meals.
-Really? -Of course.
What do I tell Marisol now? I said I was a salesman.
You're a salesman for a company with interests in Cuba.
You're leaving today, so you have to call your girl.
And I want to hear that call, come on.
Quickly, call her. Call her.
Hey, Marisol.
Here, at work. Hey, listen, I've been promoted.
A coworker wasn't up to the task, so I have to go abroad.
Yeah, listen, I'm leaving today.
I don't know, a few months.
Loo--
Look, Marisol. Liste--
I didn't think I'd have to leave either.
Shit, she hung up.
"The fucking Pope in the Vatican," you bastard!
You won't be saying anything else,
you fucking son of a bitch!
Shit, this is fucking disgusting.
Beefcake.
Bring me a clean shirt. I'm in the girls' room.
And get the toolbox too. We have a DIY project to do.
Easy.
Don't waste your energy.
You'll be as snug
as a bug in there.
It'll be great, you'll see.
All right.
Nice work, Beefcake.
You're an artist.
Okay, let's go.
And so the days went by, as did the sleepless nights.
Until three months later,
our world was turned upside-down again, hurtling us back into misery.
Mami… what are you doing awake this early, honey?
I wasn't that tired.
I wanted to tell you that Toni's bringing a friend today.
Apparently, he has a lot in common with you.
With me?
Yes. His name's Pau.
Pau.
It happened in the middle of a Sunday barbecue.
We were all about to eat.
-Hot dogs. -Right, "hot dogs."
Maybe I should do this in private, but I'm going to be bold.
I've only done this once, and I can't remember how.
But I still have time
before your baby's born, and I want to ask you
to move in with me.
Well, that's Plan A because I know we haven't been together long,
and I'm going to seem crazy. But I also have a Plan B.
What I'd really like is to marry you.
I'm just going to the kitchen to get some water.
I think my blood pressure's low.
I'll be right back.
Gina.
I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of the situation.
A baby doesn't make a couple, but…
Dammit, I want to be with you when that baby's born.
But you don't know anything about this baby, Toni.
You don't know anything about my past.
That doesn't matter. I have a past too. Everyone does.
Not like mine, Toni.
Toni,
you don't know where I came from.
You don't know anything about me or why I'm here. Nothing at all.
Then tell me.
Tell me.
I have a son.
I basically had to abandon him in Cuba because…
I wanted to give him a better life. But I got here and found a worse one.
That's all.
A son is good news.
Why not bring him here?
Yes. And if you say yes, we can have a big family.
Gina,
what I want is to build a future with you.
And if I have to wait,
I'll wait.
Forget everything I said to you out there.
Forget about Plan A and B.
What if we stick to Plan C?
What's Plan C?
The Sunday barbecues.
Those happy plans, simmering away in Gina's head,
were going to change everything drastically.
But not for the better.
It happened right when she decided to call her mom
from the only phone booth she could find,
six miles away from our town.
That call would open a crack
through which the past would sneak back into our lives
and shatter them.
It's me, mami.
Carmen!
I'm not calling to chat, okay?
I just wanted to say I have some money,
and I'm bringing Carlitos here, to Spain.
I thought I'd never hear from you again.
How are you?
Fine, mami.
I'm fine.
How are you?
Fine, darling.
We stayed in Remedios.
Your dad found a job here.
Really?
Yes, my love.
And Carlitos is also doing well with his cousins at school.
-We're all fine, thank God. -I'm glad to hear it, mami.
Carmen.
I know you've had a horrible time.
And that it was very hard to be with those men.
But I didn't think… I didn't think they'd treat you so badly.
You know the problems we've always had here, darling.
And that man gave me the money for your dad's thing.
He seemed like such a good man that I didn't know what to do.
But I've thought about you every single day, my love.
Do you think you can forgive me someday?
You know what, mami?
If all goes well,
maybe you and my dad can come here too.
To spend the summer.
I'm having another baby, Mom.
What?
That's great news!
I'm due in a month.
And I have a friend.
Well, he's more than a friend, actually.
He's a bit older and adventurous.
And he's so sweet to me, mami.
He has a diving business.
We're always out at sea.
He really is a good man, Mom.
I know it.
And I have a feeling things will be great from now on.
Oh, Carmen.
I'm so happy to hear that things are finally going well.
I'm so happy, my love.
You're free now, granny.
And rich.
What about my grandson?
They'll bring him back this afternoon.
And we'll never see each other again.
What is it?
Where?
What's up?
I'll call you back.
Moisés.
We have them.
They're on the coast in Almería.
Subtitle translation by: Tom Sullivan