There they are, those fucking bitches.
Look at them, going so happily to the slaughter.
This is going to be my first kill from a distance.
There are also two men and a woman.
Are we killing everyone?
-Of course. -Collateral damage.
We'll do the Bermuda Triangle thing.
Six people missing and a sunken boat… Good luck in finding them.
Stop, papi. Stop.
Girls,
I need to tell you something.
Well, there are actually two things.
One's good, and the other is good but sad.
Well, start with the good-good one.
I said yes to Toni.
I said yes to Plan B. We're getting married.
What?!
Gina!
-That's beautiful. I'm so happy for you. -Thank you.
And the sad news?
Well, it's sad, but it's good in the end.
Toni and think it's time for a change of scenery.
We want to live abroad when the baby is born.
Where are you thinking?
I don't know, the Philippines, Zanzibar…
Anywhere there's diving, so Toni can find a job.
Well, it's just that it's…
kinda sad we won't see the baby grow up.
With Coral.
We feel like it's partly ours too.
Well, the three of us can choose the name together, can't we?
That way, it'll have something from you.
I'll miss you, honey.
You promise you'll come visit, right?
You're the aunts, my sisters. You have to be with me, okay?
-Promise me, please. -Yes.
All right!
To Gina!
Oh, girls!
What are those guys doing?
-Can't they see us? -No. Shit, they're headed straight for us.
Time to fish.
Hey! Change course!
You fucking nutjobs!
Take that, you fucking nutjob!
I didn't give any fucking orders! Who fired?
You wanted us to wait for orders like in the Navy?
Now they have time to call for help.
Come on! Toni! Go, Toni!
Come on! Come quickly!
Coral!
Mayday!
Now!
Toni.
Cover me!
Are you okay?
Moisés, check the magazines.
Let's sink that fucking boat.
-Are you okay? -Yes.
Pau?
Sweetheart, are you okay?
-You're bleeding. -It's okay. It's just a scratch.
Put pressure on it, okay? I'm so sorry.
Pau is dead.
Are you okay?
Here, sweetie.
Put pressure on the wound. We have to stop the bleeding.
They turned around!
Who are these people?
Drug traffickers who got the wrong boat? What the fuck is going on?
What are you doing?
No fucking way we'll kill them with all this rocking!
Did any of you do anything? Did you call the club?
-Did you call your ex-girlfriend? -No! Why would I?
Did you call Moisés?
He just shot this close to my head. Why would I call that motherfucker?
It was me.
I called my mom a few days ago because I want to bring my kid over, but…
I didn't think they'd trace a call that far… all the way to Cuba.
Of course they traced it, Gina.
Of course they did.
And now Pau is dead.
And they'll kill us all.
Don't you see?
Okay, guys. Let's go again.
Single file, okay?
I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do this. I mean, I… didn't think.
That's your problem, Gina. You don't think! You're stupid!
Why do you want to bring your kid over? To make him an orphan after five minutes?
She's not stupid.
She's a fucking bitch.
How could you say that, Wendy? I--
How could I?
In the past six months, you never thought about calling your mom.
But now you call. You know why?
You couldn't give two shits.
You're gonna travel the world, while we stay here, with this mess.
You don't fucking care about putting us in danger.
What about you?
Didn't you ever put us in danger?
Like the time you almost drowned in the pool from an overdose.
Or when you went to the club to get the passports,
but you didn't go and get them.
You chose to snort lines like fucking crazy instead. Am I right?
What are you talking about? What club? What overdose?
Who starts shooting some bakers out at sea? I don't get it!
We're victims of human trafficking, Greta.
We ran away from a brothel.
And we almost killed our pimp. But only almost.
We stole four million euros from him. Well, a bit more.
Get down!
Toni, is there anything to defend ourselves with?
Pneumatic spearguns. They're in the tackle box.
We can cut the cords and use them as arrows, right?
Yes. And the flare guns.
Sweetheart.
Sweetheart, I'm so sorry.
I really am. Forgive me.
I don't care about what you didn't tell me, Gina.
I never wanted to know. That's the truth.
All that matters is that we make it out of here alive.
Because Plan B was… the best plan I've ever had.
Why are we turning?
We can ram them with our bow and capsize one of the boats.
They're turning! They're gonna ram us!
That idiot wants to play bumper boats.
Xuan, turn to starboard! Go wide, Moisés!
They're maneuvering too fast.
Shoot the old guy, the one at the helm.
Toni! Head towards the coast.
No! Toni!
Sweetheart, please!
Try and get up now, you bastard!
Sweetheart, please!
Please, sweetie. Come on, breathe.
No, please…
Please, sweetheart! Breathe!
While I was trying to save Toni's life in vain,
I thought his body might be dead, but not his soul.
And I remembered what my grandmother used to say.
When people die,
they stay close to us for a while, to give us the strength we need.
And right then,
I knew what I had to do.
Gina! Gina, come back here!
What are you doing?
Someone's injured!
I just blew one of their heads off. Help me load it.
Don't take any more chances.
I need to blow Romeo's head off.
Load it.
Coral.
Stop.
He's already dead.
That's the fucking diesel rag! You'll set us all on fire, Beefcake! Shit!
Pour water on him!
Come on!
Pour water on him!
-Gina! -No!
Game over for the fatty!
No!
Shut the door, Greta!
Gina!
Don't worry, the baby's fine.
Sweetie,
you have to hold on, okay?
-Hold on. -Yes.
The engine, Romeo.
-Shoot the engine. -Right!
They're gaining on us!
Now!
Hey, what's wrong?
-No! -I'm fine.
No, stop. Put pressure on it. Put-- Let me see.
It's okay, there's an exit wound.
Motherfucker.
They're coming back.
Our only option is dive and attack from the water.
-Yes. -Yes.
Hang tight. Put pressure on it. Wait here, you're okay.
Here they are.
Why are they playing music?
They're playing with us.
All right, let's play.
Do not shoot
unless you see movement.
Until then, complete silence, okay?
In the middle of that silence,
wrapped in the smell of gunpowder and diesel, blood and saltpeter,
I feared for my baby.
Just like when I first learned it existed.
Come on! Can you cry quietly, please?
Hey, Gina. Are you okay?
I don't think I can breathe.
I can't breathe.
Hey, listen.
You're having an anxiety attack. Sit up.
Put your head between your knees and breathe in…
slowly, counting to ten.
Now breathe out slowly.
Count to ten again.
When I get like this, what works for me is…
two bromazepams and a shot of whiskey.
Or stuffing my face with junk food. That too.
Ramen noodles with duck,
sautéed mushrooms, and a little cilantro for the lady.
Thank you.
Well, sweetie, you know that here…
it's normal to have anxiety attacks and feel down.
But if you eat, you get over it.
Yeah, I don't know what's wrong with me today.
I don't usually have anxiety attacks or get overwhelmed.
I'm more of a positive person. I always…
I don't know. I believe everything will be…
better, that everything will be fine.
But now, I don't know, really.
Now? What happened?
I feel I've reached that point in life when something clicks.
That's where I am.
Girls, I really need to get out of here.
I can't take it anymore.
Really, I can't stay.
I still owe Romeo 600 euros from my debt.
But I can't wait. I need to get out of here now.
-Gina. -Really.
Calm down.
We all have terrible days in here.
But everything will be okay. Right? Remember that you will get out.
This will end. You'll leave and have your own house. It'll be…
huge, with a butler and all. Trust me.
Right.
But I don't need that kind of life.
I really don't. I don't need a luxurious life.
I… just want
to live a quiet life,
in a normal little house, where I have
just what I need to raise my family.
With enough money to go to… the supermarket
and buy things that are on sale. I don't know.
I want to have coffee with neighbors, chat for hours.
I don't know… draw. That kind of stuff.
I just want a normal life.
That's what I want.
To live.
And maybe…
Maybe I want that because I've never really had it before.
That's it, that's why.
I can give you the 600 euros, Gina.
That night, I would've loved to tell my friends I was pregnant.
And that, thanks to them, I could leave the club to live with my child.
Yet that attempt to live an ordinary life
blew up in my face again.
We're square now, aren't we?
Gre-- Greta.
Greta, my baby's coming. Please help me.
Greta!
Greta.
-Greta! -I can't come.
I can't.
Turn off the engines.
Moisés.
Beefcake!
It's them!
Shoot the bubbles!
Subtitle translation by: Tom Sullivan