Get down.
Darwin!
Their things are here.
And they have a baby.
And drugs.
These girls like to party.
It's still warm.
They just left.
I saw your drugs, Coral.
The cocaine, the pills… tons of different colors.
You've been using all this time?
Look at me, Coral.
Your pupils are like saucers.
I hugged you.
And I congratulated you,
thinking you had stopped doing drugs.
But you were still using?
When?
At night?
I'm such an idiot.
I thought being with Gina and me would help you.
I feel so…
ridiculous for thinking I was helping you.
It's not your fault, Wendy.
Of course not.
You tricked me.
What kind of relationship is this if…
if you lie to me when I hug you?
You poison everything.
Look at us.
We're all in danger again…
because of you.
When you almost killed Romeo in front of his daughters…
were you high?
I think it's best for me to get away from you.
Stop the car, Moisés.
We're not safe yet.
Stop the car.
And we're taking the baby.
You clearly can't look after anyone.
Are you okay?
Drive.
I've taken a lot of crap from people.
But nothing ever hurt like that.
Because I'd never loved anyone that much.
Can I ask you a favor?
Sure.
Lock me up.
Tie me up until the withdrawal's over.
And don't let me out.
Until I'm clean.
Or dead.
Can I help you, beautiful?
Give me your phone and get out.
Now.
Who owns this house?
Some Russians.
Don't worry, they're not back for a month.
How do you know?
I know them.
Come in.
How do you know the alarm code?
The owners are clients.
Sometimes I bring them hookers and coke.
Search the house. Pills, alcohol, cough syrup…
Get it all and flush it down the toilet.
Everything will be okay, Coral.
Would it? Even I didn't buy that.
Nothing was okay.
I felt like fucking garbage.
And I was lying to Coral, like she lied to Wendy.
I was the one that really needed help.
Coral might be a junkie, but she could handle withdrawal.
She'd sweat, writhe in pain… It would take time and endurance.
And I had neither.
I felt exhaustion set in, like I couldn't take a single day more.
Something boiled and burned inside me.
It sucked up my strength, my breath.
I thought it was a heart attack.
My chest was going to explode like a fucking grenade.
But what I thought was a death rattle
was an anxiety attack.
How could I save Coral when I was plunging into the abyss,
with an anchor around my neck?
Neither of us could save the other.
We were two lost causes, united by despair and ice hockey.
Sorry. Can you help me? Some crazy chicks stole my car.
Really, sir?
What kind?
A Volvo.
Nine-forty.
Dark green.
I don't believe it.
What a shame.
Which way did they go, sir?
Down that road.
Can I use your phone to call the police?
Those bitches stole my phone too.
Yes, of course.
Here it is.
Tell me,
what's the emergency number?
Oh, right-- It's 112.
Yeah. That's it.
No answer.
All right.
Now you can call from the afterlife… But over Wi-Fi.
What the fuck?
What could I do, Beefcake?
Hand him my phone so he could call the cops?
Wait for them to pull up with their blue lights flashing?
Let them catch those bitches before we do?
So we'd have to look for them in a witness protection program?
Listen, you asshole.
Anyone who gets between my bullets
and those whores
is collateral damage.
Understood?
Spare me your life story.
If we take the freeway, we can cut them off.
-There's an exit about 11 miles away. -Wonderful.
It's cold in here.
I just screwed up…
the only nice thing I've ever had.
Maybe it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but…
if it ever happens again, I'll be clean.
And stable.
I'm going to do it.
Light the fire, please.
You're sweating, Coral.
It's the withdrawal, then.
Let's get this party started.
So now what?
What's the plan?
The plan is there's no plan.
Do you see what I'm holding?
It's a baby, Wendy.
You may have no plan.
But his plan is for us to change his diaper,
give him his bottle, clean him up…
He doesn't care if we're being chased by hit men or Christ himself.
Do you understand?
Fuck!
Fuck, they're here.
Come on.
The headlights. Kill the headlights!
Greta, pay attention.
-Load, rack, and cock the hammer. -What?
I know you're here.
Okay.
It smells like gas.
They busted the tank.
What do we do?
Book it until it's empty.
Romeo, we found them.
But they lit us up and blew out two of our tires.
You have to send a car with another spare tire.
Okay. I'll send one now. And some more men.
Don't come back without them, okay? Find them.
Help me with the tire.
Or my stitches will fucking burst!
Darwin, is Moisés with you two?
No.
That bastard didn't show.
Hi, this is Moisés. Leave a message.
As the boat stopped by The boatman said to me
"Pretty girls don't have to pay"
I'm not pretty, and I don't want to be
I'll pay my money like any other woman
As the boat stopped by The boatman said to me…
I want you to get everyone out of the club. And close it.
And why's that?
Because they want to fucking kill me!
Is that reason enough for you?
I want you all here,
keeping watch.
Coral!
What is it, Coral?
-Turn off the light. -That's the sun. It's morning.
My whole body hurts.
I can't move… my arms. I'm…
I'm chilled to the bone.
Don't worry. That's normal.
I ran you a hot bath. It'll really help, you'll see.
Give me diazepam.
Or ibuprofen. Just give me… something.
No. I flushed it all down the drain.
Give me whatever's left floating. Please.
-Please. -Let's go.
No.
Come on.
Come.
Beefcake, I found the car.
I'll send the location.
Don't move or I'll blow your brains out.
Take your gun out with two fingers and drop it on the ground.
Then you're going to get in the trunk.
You don't want me to get in that car.
Because if I do,
I'll make a little jar of remains preserved in formalin,
with your little nipples,
your eyelids,
and your clitoris.
Courtesy of my nail clippers.
When will you make that jar of remains?
Before or after running track?
What a pity.
You won't be able to race.
The longer you take to get in the trunk,
the more holes you'll have.
And the quicker you'll bleed to death.
Go on.
Are you okay?
Am I okay?
You just shot him in cold blood. You can't even claim self-defense.
You're just like them.
-That guy's a professional killer, Greta. -I don't care.
You still get sent to jail
whether you shoot an assassin or the King.
And that man? You carjacked him at gunpoint and just left him--
-Sorry for trying to save our lives. -Wendy.
Give me the gun.
Give me the gun!
He sent our location to Beefcake.
Understand? We gotta go.
Yes, but without guns. You can't go around shooting people.
We'll get arrested. We have a baby now.
Don't you see?
Thank you.
The bag.
And all that about running track… Incredible.
I was stunned.
Like a gangster movie. Suddenly this is The Godfather.
Play along.
Pretend you have a limp. Come on.
Hey!
Everything okay, ladies?
No. We came over from La Gomera. We were hiking.
And she twisted her ankle.
So she needs some ice.
Hiking?
I live nearby. I can take you to mine.
Or if it really hurts, I can take you to the hospital.
-No, no, I mean… -No.
-I can put weight on it. -She can.
-Yes. -Yeah, I see.
No. If you don't mind, going to yours would be best.
And we can change the baby. He pooped and we can't do it here.
No problem. Get in.
-Careful. It's a tight squeeze. -I'm Greta. Nice to meet you.
Hi, I'm Diego.
Wendy.
Wendy. Right.
You've been in there for six hours. You should get out now.
No.
Fill it up again.
Come on.
Give me some alcohol, please. It'll do me good.
There isn't any.
What about cooking wine?
Vinegar?
Cologne?
Forget it, Coral. I threw it all away.
Fucking talk to me, then.
Talk to me. I don't want to hear my voice. I can hear my bones grinding. Please.
What should I say?
Something nice.
Something about your life.
Something nice about my life?
Well, tough shit.
There's nothing to be proud of, to be honest.
There's nothing I'd want to
relive.
Do you know what it's like to throw your life away?
That's what I've done.
What you told me…
about us killing a pregnant mother,
that reminded me of what you called me. You were right, Coral.
I am a scumbag.
I'm the one who shouldn't be alive.
Maybe that'd be good for someone…
someone I don't even know…
who I might fuck up in the future.
If I take myself out the picture, I'd do them a favor.
And I'd do myself a favor.
I need to rest.
When I saw you cross the road,
I thought, "They left an after-party."
But then I saw you had a baby.
And I thought,
"This'll be way weirder."
Why weird?
You said you came from another island. What time was the ferry? Three a.m.?
Early. Yeah, early.
And you've been hiking with a baby and latex pants?
-You must be sweating your ass off. -Yes.
Well, that was the idea, actually, you know? To sweat…
my ass off.
Yes. To work out and sweat a lot. The more, the better.
Yeah, exactly, to sweat.
For fuck's sake.
What's wrong?
I think the carburetor's shot. I'll check it.
Right now?
I got this carburetor from Texas.
It was made in '54.
Just imagine what state it's in.
I buy classic cars for a living. I restore old parts.
I give them a new life.
I consider myself an environmentalist. I recycle.
That's so interesting.
Well, this one is looking… incredible.
How long do you think it'll take to fix?
I don't know. Around ten, fifteen minutes.
That's great! We have time to go pee.
Let's go.
Goddamn it. Go.
He's gone.
-It's okay. -He's gone.
-Is he all right? -Yes.
Fuck.
Moisés.
Moisés!
Please come here, Moisés!
Moisés!
What's wrong?
I don't know when I last ate. I feel so weak.
What do you want, pizza or lobster?
Let me go!
Becky.
I brought some friends.
They came from La Gomera. They were hiking and had an accident.
-I'm getting ice for them. Well, for her. -Me.
-Can you put weight on it? -Yes.
-She can. -I can.
I like hiking too.
What do you know?
Why don't you look around while we go for ice?
Diego really is an artist.
Go ahead.
-Excuse us. -Okay.
-Why didn't they wanna go to the hospital? -They wanted to come here.
Here? That's weird.
Why's it weird? People go hiking, they twist their ankles…
Hiking in latex pants and with a baby?
What time did they get the ferry?
It's fucking weird. Can't you see they're lying?
Why did they want to come here?
To rob us, to butcher us, to kill us.
Quit joking around. What you have here is worth a fortune.
That chick doesn't trust us.
Let's get a cab to a hotel, then.
Romeo's thugs will be after two girls and a baby by now.
Maybe they want to steal a car or two and sell them to the Russians.
If we leave here, we're dead.
If you hurt your foot, you go to hospital, not someone's house.
So what do we do?
Do you know how much you sweat in latex pants?
I don't, but I'll try them someday.
Girls!
Play along.
Diego, in a fight between David Carradine and Bruce Lee, who'd win?
Okay.
Great. We can all go to a kung fu festival together.
Hey, honey.
Yeah?
Can I ask you a favor?
Go to the pharmacy and get me a box of codeine.
I think I cracked a rib when I fell, and I can't stand the pain.
I'm not going to any pharmacies.
You're going to sit in that chair.
And I'll finish tying you up.
You have to be strong and put up with it.
Put up with it?
No.
I'm not like you.
Trash that puts up with things.
They froze your mother because of you.
And you put up with it.
They killed your brother, also because of you.
And you put up with it. And your father?
You took out your whole family.
And you still put up with it.
I don't know how you're still alive in there.
And you won't even bring me codeine, you piece of shit?!
Bring me a box of codeine! Bring it to me!
Bring it, I said.
Actually, bring two.
Have you ever wished you were dead?
If so, you'll know you can't leave it for later.
Waiting to die is the biggest pain in the ass.
I didn't have time for inhaling carbon monoxide all morning,
for a slow death.
I needed something sudden.
Subtitle translation by: Tom Sullivan