When I saw Wendy that morning, a light in my head turned on.
A tiny red light.
It gradually became more intense, disturbing.
Then I remembered everything.
My brother, Namibia…
The cab company we were gonna set up and the girlfriends we were gonna have.
But mainly, my brother.
And the life we so nearly had,
which Wendy and her friends shattered by putting a bullet in him.
We can strangle 'em right here, right now.
Let me go. Let me do my job, and then we'll leave.
Why the fuck won't you untie me?
Why don't you shut your fucking mouth?
You want all the credit?
You get all the medals.
That light triggered my shark instinct.
They can live peacefully for six months in an aquarium.
But when they smell blood and get out to sea, they have to kill.
Those bitches.
I can't walk in high heels.
Honey, you're four foot nine… If you had Rubí's legs, it'd be a different story.
Otherwise,
you should've taken more vitamins as a kid.
-Come on. -Okay, amore. Hold on to me.
If the rest of us can do it, you can too. Come on.
Don't look at your feet. Look straight ahead.
There, very good. Just like that.
That's right. Baby steps, one after another. Strong legs.
-That's it. -Rubí.
Yes?
Do you have kids?
No, not yet.
You're so motherly.
Yes?
Now we're in business. I just found them.
Moisés, my brother,
you're my guardian fucking angel. Where are they?
They've rented a house right next to a Civil Guard station.
There are always guards outside.
But don't worry, Romeo. Soon all three will come out.
And that'll be it.
Then we'll get them.
Okay, listen to me. Tell Beefcake and the others
to lie low.
This time we'll do it right.
-Okay. -How's it going with Darwin?
Well, you can imagine. It's a fucking honeymoon.
Two guys driving around Almería in an RV. I couldn't ask for more.
Great!
Okay, girls, this is the secondary regulator.
It must be securely attached.
And then, the hose to the power inflator, okay?
Okay.
Okay, girls. You got this.
Okay.
Gina.
The other day didn't seem like the right moment, but…
There's something going around in my head, and I need to ask you.
What about?
The baby's father.
What do you want to know?
Does he know… you're pregnant?
Yes, of course.
I told him, but he wasn't as excited as I had hoped.
Right.
I met him at work.
And it was kind of frowned upon to get pregnant there.
Because of all the dancing and because with a big belly…
-Right. -You know?
Of course.
So you started a new life for the baby?
Yes.
Toni!
Close it!
Coming!
Okay.
Right then, I realized my baby was the origin of everything.
It had given me the courage to flee an unjust life.
It also gave us the strength to fight the people chasing us,
epic strength to stand up to them, and faith in our freedom.
And after a long, winding way, we made it here.
A new life, my feet in the water, and my family in the pool.
If my baby hadn't given me the guts to confront Romeo,
the story would've been very different.
Like it was for many girls in the club.
Guys, time's up.
Brigitte.
Come to my office, please.
Sure. I'll put some clothes on and be right there.
What'll you put on? A fucking suit?
You work naked. You can talk to your boss naked.
Come on, honey.
This bikini is so cute.
Raise your arms.
You're so bloated!
-You got knocked up, you dimwit. -Romeo, I didn't realize.
A client tied me up on all fours. I didn't see him remove the condom.
Didn't you feel it?
-No. -You're a professional, Brigitte.
Your pussy should be sensitive enough
to tell if you're being fucked with a prophylactic or not.
-Your health depends on it. -I swear I didn't think this would happen.
Come on, sit down. My God.
Romeo, I'll repay all my debt.
After the baby's born, I'll pay you everything I owe.
What happens once it's born?
I'll take it home, bottle-feed it while you work here?
No, we can set up a little cradle on the round bed.
No, honey, we can't do that.
-You're getting an abortion. -No, please!
-I can't do that. I'm a believer. -Here we go.
And I'm far along. Five months! Please!
The baby's so big now.
That's why we can't go to the ER.
-We'll do it here. -No.
Yes, honey.
We have an OR downstairs for these cases.
You are not the only foolish girl we've had here.
Besides, do you really want some disgusting whoremonger's baby?
I escaped from the club to save my baby's life.
And in doing so,
my baby saved me.
What's up, my boys?
This video call makes you look so formal.
Hey, do you want a fried egg or something?
No, honey. Thanks a lot.
My pleasure, Romeo.
You've been there a week.
What do you have?
They hardly go out. And never together.
They will.
To eat, swim, dance… Whatever.
They order in every fucking day.
From an Asian restaurant in the next town.
Coral goes out the most.
She's changed a lot, Romeo.
She has a new haircut and wears a velvet eye patch.
Velvet?
Yes, bloodred.
The bitch has good taste even when it comes to that.
-Where does she go when she leaves? -She takes cakes to their bakery.
Their bakery?
They're bakers now?
It's a front, Romeo, to launder your money.
They bake cakes, bread,
and take the earnings to the bank, rounding up with your money.
To launder it.
She's so clever.
She did go to college.
Her brilliant little mind has it all planned.
The money you made selling their orifices
is now going back to them.
It's like divine justice, don't you think?
Do you believe in karma…? Or what would you call that?
How about "Three little bitches steal from their pimp and go on the lam"?
That's why we're gonna finish them off.
I really like this guy.
Well, I'd go into that house
and put a bullet in all three of them.
If the other chick's there or the two guys that come and go,
six bullets. And to hell with it.
You want a massacre 22 yards from the Civil Guard?
That's absurd.
Do you know what this is?
A silencer.
Know what it does?
It silences. Otherwise, it'd be a "keep-it-downer."
Easy, we're not that desperate. We'll wait ten days.
Let's see if karma is on our side
and all three go out together.
Hey, where the fuck are you going?
Shopping.
What the fuck is this?
I'm putting a camera in their house.
Lose the helmet.
Are you going to the bakers' house?
Yes.
-They said you disrespected them. -Me?
Every time you go, you look them up and down.
-You think you're slick. -No, not at all, I…
-Oh, so they're lying? -I just bring them--
I guess not, but I…
Look.
Tell you what, every time you bring them an order,
you smile.
-Okay. -You'll be polite.
Don't look at their tits. Don't, man!
And a gift.
A little gift every day.
What do you have? A key chain?
-They don't give us anything. -What a shitty delivery service.
Let me see if I can help.
Here.
Not a word to the girls about this.
Sure.
I've been flirting with one of them… and I don't want her to find out.
Good luck, then.
Right. Go.
A pat on the back and off he goes with a gift.
It's not a gift.
It's to spy on them and know when they're going out.
What do you think will happen when we kill them?
What will the police do when they discover the camera inside that cat?
They'll go to the delivery boy. And what'll he say?
Some idiot gave it to him. And what will the police do then?
They'll trace every phone that was in the area recently.
What happens when they realize one of them
made daily calls to Tenerife,
precisely to the pimp they escaped from six months ago?
You're putting me in danger, asshole.
What the fuck are you doing?
All right.
Let the kid go.
No. I'm not letting him go because the bastard's seen our faces.
And he thinks we're two weirdos.
-Isn't that right? -No.
-Normal guys, okay? Tourists. -Fine. Go.
Don't move. He's Moisés, and I'm Darwin. And no, we're not tourists.
We're hitmen from Club Las Novias in Tenerife.
We're here to kill those three bakers, who used to be prostitutes,
but they ran away.
And they put a bullet in his little brother.
Christian, right?
May he rest in peace.
Now you can go.
But… he said I could go.
Not anymore.
Don't hurt me, please.
Have you seen my glass cutter?
Here it is.
Look, it was here.
Why aren't you Chinese?
What?
You work at an Asian restaurant, right?
Yeah.
So?
Because, well, the owners are elderly and…
they only have one son.
And I help them out a lot
because I know all the towns on the coast, so…
But you'd like to be Chinese.
No.
Yes.
I don't know.
I don't care.
Come here.
No, please.
No, please!
-Please. -Put your head in.
I won't say a word.
I'll just go. I won't tell anyone. I won't say a word.
Either you put it in, or I'll have to.
And it'll be without your body.
Careful. Nice and slow.
A little foil turtleneck
so that the radiation doesn't leak out.
We don't want it to reach me.
Which do you prefer,
medium or high?
I never disrespected the girls--
High, it is.
You tell me exactly what happens, every detail.
It burns!
What else?
It burns. Please.
What the fuck did you do?
It takes 34 seconds for a human head to explode in a microwave.
On high.
-Do we have degreaser? -What kind of brainless asshole are you?
You cooked his fucking head.
Why torture him? He did nothing to you.
To kill him.
What do you care how I do it?
You would've shot him, but you still would've killed him.
The difference between you and me is that I enjoy what I do.
I'm an artist.
I'm an aesthete of death.
And you have to enjoy it. Otherwise, this job drags you down.
I already told you once.
That's when I realized I was the loser in this story.
-All in. -Yeah!
Take that!
I used to do it to save my brother.
Now I was saving that piece of shit who didn't deserve it.
So I wasn't even where I was at the start of this whole fucking story.
I was worse off.
-Are you going to bed? -Yes.
Me too.
And so was Coral.
That night, watching her take drugs in secret
and dance alone in the middle of an empty room,
I realized her life was no party.
And I saw myself in her decline.
We were united by a miserable life we couldn't escape.
So I guess we were the two big losers.
Face to face,
separated by a screen.
And then, along with my unstoppable desire to kill her,
I felt an immense fondness towards her.
Good morning.
Daddy's here with breakfast.
Did you make me a coffee? Thanks.
I love that robe. Hey, love.
This looks amazing.
-There's more sugar if you want. -It's okay.
Put a bit in.
What's this, my love?
Champagne for breakfast?
I like Toni.
This is for your sea baptism.
The weather forecast is good for Saturday.
You can do this. A simple dive, 40, 50 feet max.
I'll take you somewhere amazing.
A shipwreck 15 miles off the island of San Andrés.
It'll blow your minds.
-Yeah! You'll come back experts. -Yes, sir.
I'll have a glass.
Now we're talking.
Moisés.
Romeo, the girls are going out on a boat.
They'll be 15 miles off the coast, on Saturday.
All three together.
That's wonderful.
A massacre at sea.
What a beautiful ending.
Subtitle translation by: Tom Sullivan