Since those bitches declared war on us,
we've been forced to make them disappear…
and reclaim respect.
And our money, of course.
Our money.
So, allow me to introduce my latest recruit.
Darwin.
Darwin's a professional. He's worked in Medellín, Ciudad Juárez, Sinaloa…
You have to be pretty good to make it as a criminal
in places like that.
He… and Moisés will do the job.
And you guys will back them up.
The job's real easy.
Gina made the mistake of calling her mommy
'cause they got comfortable.
It's been six months, and now… they've started living a normal life.
Wendy!
Come down.
Coming!
Hi.
I broke up with my girlfriend.
What?
I couldn't go on like that. I was going crazy. I couldn't.
I felt like I was lying to her.
But… you're not lying to anyone. Nothing's happened between us.
Yeah, but I think about you more than her.
I spend more time thinking about you. I wake up and remember you.
I start work and think about you.
I go to bed and can't stop thinking. It takes me ages to fall asleep.
I think about things with you, like going on bike trips.
-Where to? -I don't know, anywhere.
We go to Madrid, to the mountains, even by helicopter.
By helicopter?
Yes, by helicopter.
Wendy, I don't know if I'll like it when you kiss me.
I mean, like, maybe…
I mean, maybe we won't kiss. Like…
The…
The thing is…
I have no idea if this is going anywhere
or if we'll crash and burn.
But I think I'm in love with you.
Really in love.
Anyway…
Here's the booth that Gina called from.
They're probably in a nearby town, so we'll comb the area.
Every street,
every neighborhood, every square.
You'll leave no stone unturned
until you find them.
Then we'll set up shop and watch them.
-And we'll wait. -Wait for what?
Wait for our moment.
Ever seen big cats hunt?
That's how we'll do it.
Carefully, craftily, and crouching.
Don't pounce on your prey with your big balls swinging.
Keep 'em small, glued to your asses.
Like a tiger.
I propose a toast to Toni for cooking us this incredible paella.
-Thanks. -Thank you so much!
-To Toni! -Absolutely. To Toni.
-My pleasure. -I love you, honey.
Well, and to you girls.
Thanks a lot for the meal. In this town, I'm only invited to my students' parties.
But they're eight years old. They're more into cheese puffs, soda…
What do you know! Coral was a teacher. You have a lot in common.
She was?
Not really.
Those were private classes for some girls, a sort of weird moonlighting.
It's a long story.
You never tell us stories about yourselves, long or short.
How'd you end up here, bakers in the middle of the desert?
It just happened.
We wanted a new life.
-Who doesn't? -Exactly.
Of course.
Yeah, man, I go to bed reeking of gas.
It's disgusting. But it's difficult to leave it all behind.
You just have to be a little irresponsible, and we are.
Not at all.
What'd you used to do, Gina?
Well, I did a bit of everything, right?
See what I mean? The atmosphere gets, like, tense.
The mystery of the desert girls.
Please.
-Like a movie. -What?
-It's true! -Please.
I'll go check on the apple pie.
Fuck.
Well, I was the CEO of a detergent company.
Detergent, insect repellent, bleach, all that stuff.
One day, after a meeting with my employees,
I went for lunch and walked by a church.
I hadn't been in a church since my first communion.
But that day, I went in. I went in and sat in the front row.
And suddenly, I looked up,
and I saw Christ looking at me.
And, I don't know, I felt something, I--
I felt him talking to me.
-Christ? -Yes.
And what did he say?
He said, "Girl, you are so unhappy there, at that company,
always in meetings, always launching ridiculous products."
"And all you really want is for it all to end…" You know?
It felt like he was saying,
"Coral,
go."
So I…
I left the city.
And here I am.
If God talks to you, it's best not to cross Him.
Your turn, Wendy.
-Tell them about being a flight attendant. -No way!
-Yes. -But save it.
Apple pie isn't the same without a shot of apple schnapps.
Shots!
Coral.
What the fuck are you doing?
You think they're stupid or some strangers you can string along?
Or tell them whatever bullshit you think of?
Mami, what was all that about talking to God?
And about me being a flight attendant?
What's so funny? You can't lie to my girlfriend or string her along.
Wendy, I'm doing you a favor.
Excuse me?
What favor is that?
Putting her mind at ease with a nice, mediocre story
so she won't ask about your past for the rest of your life?
What if we want to tell them the truth?
Not now, but someday.
You want to tell Toni the truth?
That you got peed on for money
and a client put that baby inside you?
You want to tell your girlfriend you were tied up to open up your ass?
That's the truth you want to tell? Okay.
I want to say we were kidnapped.
That it was an ordeal, and we ran away. What's wrong with that?
I've tried to tell Toni the truth since he proposed.
But I just can't.
And I can't tell him yes either.
It will feel like I'm lying to the love of my life.
Girls,
if you lay our shitty past on the table,
you'll ruin everything.
Your new lives will turn rotten.
Everything will be ruined. The kisses, the breakfasts, the hugs…
Don't you see?
You'll exchange love for something else.
For pity,
for doubts, for… sympathy.
When they look at you now, they see Wendy and Gina.
But if you reveal our nightmarish past, what do you think they'll see?
They'll never look at you the same.
That fear we felt will never go away.
I feel it every night.
I can't sleep because of it.
I can't breathe.
I can't move.
Don't you think you deserve
to not have to face it when you open your eyes in the morning?
Right?
And all that about going around shooting, robbing trucks,
and burying hit men alive… We can spare them that too, right?
Especially because they may think
those murderers will show up one day
at their doors, shooting and wanting their money back, so…
Tell them whatever story you want, but make it a nice one.
And fun.
Then they won't remind you of your past every day.
Right?
Unless you find all three together and in a remote place, do not open fire.
You'll tell me and Darwin.
I don't want you to kill one and let the other two scatter.
We'll kill all three together.
At the same time, and with no witnesses.
Let's heal this wound once and for all…
brother.
In that embrace,
I was convinced that finding the girls and killing them was my purpose in life.
But it was actually someone else's purpose in life.
I was like a Third-Reich private who proudly believes,
with endless justifications, that what he's doing is right.
But that's just because someone has control over his common sense.
I spent more time in the air than on solid ground.
I flew constantly from Buenos Aires to…
Lima, Bogotá, Chile. Often to Chile.
And you got tired of that life?
I got tired of the call bell.
Ding! "Miss, a pillow." Ding! "Miss, a blanket."
Ding…! People are kind of unbearable.
I got tired of that
and the damn pre-flight safety demonstration. Bye!
I always found that super sexy.
Do it, please.
I want to see.
-Me too. -Come on!
-Me too. Come on. Do it. -Do it!
Do it!
Here goes!
Let me see…
Ladies and gentlemen…
there are four exits on this aircraft
and two emergency exits.
Two at the rear,
two at the front, and two more over the wings.
In the event of a sudden loss of cabin pressure,
hold on tight to the flight attendant.
Gina, your turn. What did you used to do?
I had a regular job.
I used to dance in a disco,
and I quit because the owner was a creep.
My life wasn't that glamorous.
I didn't travel halfway around the world.
But I did talk to Christ.
I talked a lot.
I asked him for many things, but…
he never answered.
One day, I decided to run away from that hell.
I couldn't stand working until late at night,
drinking when I didn't want to drink,
smiling when I didn't want to smile, you know?
Putting up with those disgusting… scumbags,
who thought they had power over you
and could do whatever they wanted because, of course,
you were there dancing
and singing with the other girls…
as if nothing in the world could make you happier.
That's all.
The first of the month,
Romeo knew clients had just been paid and had money in their pockets.
So he'd plan a special event, a performance by his girls.
Doors would open at the appointed time, and the show would begin.
One time, he had us do a song as if we were a choir of schoolgirls.
At first, I wondered if he wanted to humiliate us
or make the men hornier, with the fantasy
of fucking a choir girl.
But that wasn't it.
By taking part in that farce,
we were telling the clients,
"We're complicit in this macabre game."
"We're okay with it. You can fuck us guilt-free."
There's no way that such a nice, merry welcome
could have been the preamble to nightly mass rape.
Was that to count your days in prison?
These aren't days.
They're my jobs.
Why are they different colors?
For the different countries.
Red is for Colombians, green is for Mexicans, and blue…
Blue is for the ones whose origins I never found out.
Now, if you don't mind, can you turn around?
Why?
Because it's one thing to look at my tattoos,
but it's another thing
to look at my cock.
I know your weakness, bro.
Come on! Turn around!
The fuck are you implying?
No, I'm not implying anything. I respect it.
I'm a 21st-century hit man.
I know people.
Boys that like boys,
girls that go down on girls.
And that's fine.
It's just not my thing.
But if it was…
Well, you're the boss's boy.
You're wrong and acting like a smart-ass.
I saw how he grabbed your little hand.
And you looked happy, blissful,
so in love.
You live in his house.
You cook for him.
You pick up his daughters from school.
Besides,
you stole his money, and he forgave you.
And that kind of betrayal
is only forgiven out of love.
Let me make two things crystal clear.
Romeo may be my family,
my brother.
But I don't fuck him, he doesn't fuck me,
and that won't ever fucking happen.
And second,
you're here to kill those three bitches.
Not walk around butt naked with your shitty decals
or show me your dick.
And definitely not gossip about my life.
So shut your big mouth.
Or I'll pull your tongue out with pliers,
so you finish the job in silence.
Do you understand?
I understand.
I'll just tell you one last thing.
And then I'll shut up.
I don't trust you.
You're the kind of bastard
that'll cover my ass today
and steal my wife and my money tomorrow.
Like you did to Romeo.
And in this business,
once a traitor,
always a traitor.
-More margaritas, girls? -Yes.
Well, we're going to bed.
-No. -We are.
I can't stay awake any longer, and my ankles are killing me.
But you guys have fun.
-Good night. -Good… night.
We…
Yes, right? We're…
-Yes. -Okay.
Enjoy yourselves. Don't clean up. We'll do it together tomorrow.
-Have fun. -Bye.
-Bye, guys. -Bye.
Quite the exodus, right?
C'est l'amour.
Yes.
Well, don't worry about the barman, miss.
The bar will be open all night.
Thank you.
Listen, Pau.
Do you mind if we hit "pause" and carry on another night?
I had so many margaritas and shots of apple schnapps that I'm a bit…
Yeah.
Sure. No problem.
I mean, I'm a bit fried too. And I have to be up early tomorrow.
-Thanks. -Nah…
Well.
You know, when I'm teaching my class tomorrow with a hangover,
I won't stop thinking about the baker that talks to God.
Well.
-Ciao. -Ciao.
I had a business,
wonderful friends,
and a house where we had awesome dinner parties every night.
I even had someone I liked who made me laugh.
Pau could become my boyfriend.
But instead of asking him to stay and spend the night,
I kicked him out.
And I started to recall all the miserable moments in my life,
repeating them in my head like a film stuck on loop.
I reveled in the wildest scenes of humiliation,
as if I were punishing myself for being unable to live.
For being unable to sleep.
For being unable to go on a date with a charming guy.
For tricking my friends, making them believe
I hadn't taken drugs for six months.
I relived every episode.
So this is a bachelor party?
Well, what do you want? A striptease for all of you?
A private session for the groom?
Do you know what bukkake is?
I relived those miserable moments,
the endless list of things that disgusted me about myself,
simply to cause myself stress and anxiety.
And then,
drugs were a necessary escape.
Why are you cleaning?
I couldn't sleep.
Too many shots.
My bed was rocking like a boat.
Pau left, then?
He's so nice.
Yes. Yes, he's an angel.
But I wanted to be on my own.
Are you okay?
How's it going with Greta?
Good, I like her. A lot.
I like her a lot.
-You do, don't you? -Yes.
Yeah, I…
I can't explain it. There's something…
She's so sweet.
She rode here on her bike, all in a tizzy, to tell me…
Right then,
as I was listening to Wendy while high as a kite,
I had a revelation.
I realized what my problem was,
why I couldn't be happy like my friends.
A line separated me from them.
But it was a substantial and varied line,
made up of all the shit I had taken throughout my life.
And then it hit me.
My problem wasn't the club or self-esteem.
It was the fact I'd been an addict for six years.
I thought I got high to erase the pain, but really,
my addiction was so strong that I needed to find enough reasons
to stay trapped in that vicious cycle.
The more pain I felt, the harsher my life was,
the more excuses I had to need tranquilizers,
cocaine, opium…
That's why I couldn't be happy.
That's why I showed Pau the door instead of dancing with him.
Because I needed to get high.
And that's better done alone.
That's so beautiful, Wendy. I'm so happy for you.
Really.
Thank you.
Well, what about you?
Six months clean, dude!
Coral, I'm so proud of you.
So proud.
You're being so strong.
You know how mad you made me?
I never knew what to expect.
You, drowned in the tub or dead in a car crash.
Or if you'd OD, and I'd have to stick a needle in you to save you.
I was scared to death all the time
of anything happening to you.
That's over.
It's over, okay?
What is it?
Yes.
"Yes" what?
Yes, I want to marry you.
Yes, I want you to be this child's father. Yes, I choose Plan B.
That was the last night we had a shot at a better life.
But we never knew.
Hey.
Wanna go to the beach and watch the sunrise?
Because at dawn, our luck would irreversibly change.
Why didn't you make more beans?
If you cook, you cook for two.
When I cook, I cook for two.
Do you understand?
Sure.
Write me a list of your favorite dishes.
All right?
Only joking.
If you think "A" one day
and "B" the next,
and your brain is a pendulum,
what are you?
A trapeze artist.
Whatever, man.
You buried those girls under a concrete block.
But then you dug them up.
You stole your boss's earnings.
But then you went to live with him.
One day, you do one thing.
The next day, you do the opposite.
Tra…
peze
ar…
tist.
I don't give a shit what you think.
I know.
Listen, brother, I know nobody likes to hear about their mental illnesses.
It's tough.
Can I give you some advice?
Take lithium.
I mean, this job makes you very unstable.
Look, I don't take it anymore.
Okay? But I know it works.
You see?
You're laughing! You threaten me, then you laugh.
You put a gun to my head today and add me on Facebook tomorrow.
Don't you realize? Can't you see it?
You fall in love with Romeo's little whore,
you want to kill her, but you don't! You set her free.
And then, she's the one that kills your little brother!
From what I heard,
that Christian guy needed more lithium and less heroin.
And she killed him!
She practically did him a favor.
Motherfucker.
If you ever talk about me or my family again, I'll shoot you.
If, for any reason, you shoot me first,
you won't have time to get the line tattooed.
Do you know why, you asshole?
Because I'm sending photos of your passports to some friends
so, in case that happens,
you won't get out of Spain alive.
Why are you being like that?
It was only a joke.
You have no sense of humor.
Subtitle translation by: Tom Sullivan