Original subtitles

"With morality we correct the errors of our instincts,

and with love the errors of our mortality."

José Ortega y Gasset.

TOXIC

...the knife grinder, I sharpen your knives,

razors, axes, machetes,

all sorts of kitchen equipment, machines for cold cuts.

Christ, Gran.

You gave me a fright.

You're up early this morning.

Come on, sit down.

There you go.

Coming!

What did I say about knocking?

Sorry, bro. Open up, Santi.

Know what time it is?

Dude, I can't sleep. Open up, please.

It's not even nine.

Dude, we know each other, bro. Open up.

All right, then. Shut the door.

Come in, don't just stand there.

Want one?

-A what? -A glass of milk.

I'm good, bro.

How much?

How about ten?

Have some cookies, sweetie.

There you go.

Thanks, bro.

Firstly, we're going to start by toasting the bread

with all the ingredients mentioned.

Meanwhile,

we'll start making the mustard sauce

that will give a special touch to this sandwich.

Mix a tablespoon of honey in a bowl...

Can you quit letting people in the house?

Does it still surprise you?

Do I look surprised?

They can do what the fuck they want, but not ring the bell.

And do you think I don't tell them that?

They just fucking ignore me.

Right. Who would listen to you?

What?

Forget it.

We've mixed it straight in with the sauce,

and then we placed it on the slices of bread.

You can also spread the sauce on some slices of bread

and mix in egg and bacon with the leftovers

so that later...

You're in a great mood.

All you have to do is fill in the middle more than the edges...

Gimme a kiss.

...creating a diamond shape...

Someone's at the door.

Okay.

What the fuck is this?

What?

Don't give me that. What the fuck is this?

Jesus...

One's bigger than the other.

I did it roughly.

Roughly? Think this is "roughly"?

I'm not an engineer.

An engineer? You only have to wrap it in newspaper.

Where is he?

Must be snoozing. He didn't pick up.

Dunno why we work with Santi, he spends all day stoned.

You can't work with junkies.

It ain't serious, professional.

Then stuff happens.

What stuff?

Stuff that's gonna happen.

-You're a great example. -An example of what?

No, say it. An example of what?

It's just a way of speaking, Edgar. A way of speaking.

You always have to be right, huh?

Prefer it like this?

Prefer this one?

No, wrap it up more.

You think you're smart, but you ain't.

Whatever, get wrapping.

Who is it?

Toni.

Our Toni?

How many Tonis do you know? Yeah, Toni.

Pick it up.

What did you do?

Nothing. How about you?

And Santi?

Now what?

Finish this up quickly.

Yeah, I'll stay and finish it. Don't you worry.

How does it go?

You take a page and tear it in two?

This is new to me.

Shut the fuck up! Go on, your turn.

Be careful!

What are you on about?

Toni, we didn't know it was you, man.

Take a seat.

I respect you, Toni.

You've known me for ages, right? Me, Santi, Edgar. You know us.

I swear on my mom's grave, I've never cheated you, man.

Toni. What I'm saying is...

You know what we're like, it's Santi.

Jesus, it was just a few grams!

Toni, man. Toni. Toni!

Cut it out.

-Toni, look at me. -He just said he respects you.

Let him go, fuck it! Toni! Toni!

Stop!

Now that...

...that is respect.

If I see you around here again

selling grass or any of your shit,

I'll fuck you up.

You can't do that.

The next finger is yours.

No.

Oh, no?

Jesus fucking Christ, call him off!

Come on, Toni! Jesus!

Sit there.

-Sit down. -In Spanish.

Sit down, fuck it!

Fuck you!

I'm not sitting.

Jesus, it really hurts.

Chill out, Santi.

Chill out? They just bust my fingers.

We saw it, we were there.

Come on, move it.

I need a damn hospital.

That motherfucker!

Why didn't you pick up?

We didn't know what to do.

That's why.

Why settle for so little?

-I didn't. It's payback time. -How?

The grass is at your place, right? Well there you go.

Crap, it's really stinging.

Here, take this.

I don't want any.

More for me then.

Next time you can go it alone.

-Huh? -What?

The grass belongs to me too!

-And he won't stop snorting. -You looking for trouble?

...many people are afraid to choose a fish recipe

for the festivities in case it turns out overcooked or dry,

or a little bit undercooked and it can't be eaten.

That's why I wanted to show you how to make this oven-cooked sea bass...

Hi, Gran.

Where did you get to?

What the hell happened to your hand? Santi.

Nothing, I'm fine.

Have you seen yourself? You look a fucking mess, dude.

Quit hanging out with them.

-It's just... -Just what?

I dunno, I wanna...

I want peace and quiet.

Fuck you.

But...

Want something?

What's this?

A spoon.

I can see it's a spoon.

Think it's funny? You screwing with me?

Can I finish?

No. Answer me.

I had some left over.

I didn't use any.

Look at me.

Look at me, I said.

Do you think I'm a jerk?

What do you think?

Like it's easy to quit overnight.

Look, Berta, I'm not gonna be with you all my life if you keep lying.

What you just said sucks.

Think you're helping me?

You're like a little kid, clueless.

Do it once more and you can go screw yourself.

Who are you to talk to me like that?

The guy who let you live in his house.

Now you've made it clear.

Why aren't you two asleep?

Let's get you to bed, Gran.

There we go.

Moron, turn it that way.

Turn it where?

Like this?

It's fine like that.

It's all flavor.

It's not okay like that.

You do it if you want.

Check it out.

-What's up? -What's hangin'?

Don't touch it, idiot.

You're the idiot.

Christ, Santi.

God, he's a total idiot.

Stop bustin' my balls! I'm not in the mood!

Hey, this is my house.

Are we all good? We only just got here.

Damn.

Babe!

What's up with her?

How the hell would I know?

How's it going with yours?

Dunno why she came back, she's up to her old tricks.

You have to be assertive.

Show you have balls, damn it.

This is ready.

Set the table.

What table, Edgar?

The goddamn plates, then.

This is fucking awesome.

You haven't tried a pork sausage like this in your fucking life.

So, what about Toni?

We give Toni the oregano and screw him.

Do you think he's dumb? He'll catch us.

Sure he's dumb.

We know Toni, right? We all know him. That's it.

He'll fall for it, dude. Okay? Trust me.

I'm gonna crack his head open...

Quit the bullshit. Zip it and cook, dude.

It's ready, goddamn it. Try it.

Fucking awesome.

Edgar, I don't want trouble.

I don't want trouble.

Abel.

Why are you here?

Let's go inside.

Jesus, Laura.

I needed to see you.

Right.

Go on.

Seriously?

What the hell do you want me to do? He's my buddy.

I don't love him.

Then leave him.

I can't.

Why?

Is it funny?

It's just ironic.

So what the hell do you want me to do?

What do I do?

Come here.

I'm sorry, okay?

I'm sorry for everything.

Listen up. I know it's corny,

but he loves you, too.

-What's up? -Nothing.

How's your finger?

Not great, can't you see?

Will you quit sucking the damn filter? It's not a dick.

-I'm shitting myself. -What?

I'm shitting myself, dude.

Right now?

I don't choose when I shit.

I don't fucking believe it.

What if they don't come?

Give us a break. They'll be here soon.

I hope so. And if it goes wrong?

I swear on my mom's life, it'll be fine. Quit bugging me.

I got a bad feeling about this.

Will you stop being a pain in the ass?

On and on about it...

Jesus. They'll be here in no time.

-It won't turn out well. -It'll be fine.

Where are you off to?

-What the fuck? -Forget him.

Screw him.

You okay?

-Look at me. -What?

Behave yourself. Don't screw it up.

Trust me, goddamn it.

Here goes nothing.

The truth.

Last month it was J., now this.

Don't you realize?

Santi, zip it.

-I don't wanna go to jail. -Shut the fuck up, Tiago!

Stop the car.

Why?

Stop the fucking car, Edgar, stop it.

What's up?

Seriously?

We have to go back or they'll catch us. Stop...

Stop, stop!

-They don't have a damn thing. -They what?

We left three stiffs under a bridge.

There are fucking prints everywhere!

You're right.

What if they see us?

We pick up the stiffs, clear out, end of story. Okay?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

That's 4.50.

For an extra euro you get some nuts.

On special offer.

Come on.

Gimme the money.

Don't look at me, goddamn it!

Open the register.

Gimme the fucking money!

Move it!

Christ!

Let me do it.

I told you this would happen.

It's done, quit being so negative.

There were three.

Three what?

Dead bodies.

There were three and we picked up two.

For fucking Christ's sake!

I'm sorry.

No, Fede, no. It's not a toy.

How do you feel?

I don't have anything.

I don't have money, that's why I robbed the gas station.

I want you to bring me people.

What for?

That's my business.

And what do I get out of all this?

You live.

Isn't that enough?

I'm not sick, I just...

I've nothing to lose.

Even so, if you help me...

we both win.

Help me, goddamn it.

Jesus, move it.

Damn.

Come on, dude.

Are you gonna help me?

Okay, okay, okay.

Grab it.

-Fuck! -Now what?

What?

Blood everywhere.

Didn't I tell you to grab the body, not the plastic, retard?

Get out of the way.

Wait till my gran sees me like this, she's old, not stupid.

Hang on.

Ready.

Tiago.

One, two,

and three.

Lucky bastards!

Abel, gotta smoke?

Abel, gimme a smoke.

Come on, dude.

A smoke. Just one.

God bless you, buddy.

The vegetables are delicious, Gran, but it needs more meat.

Still yummy.

What?

It's still yummy.

Where have you been?

Working.

Very healthy.

What's that?

Now we can get by for a while.

-Where did you get it? -Working, I said.

Whatever, I don't wanna know.

I'm gonna take care of you both, get used to it.

Want me to roll you one?

No, I'm tired.

I'm gonna go to bed.

Okay.

We should spend more time together.

You're right.

Wanna do something when I get up?

Okay.

Love you.

Love you too.

Want more, sweetheart?

No, Gran.

It was delicious.

What's up?

You took your time.

Who's this?

My cousin.

Wanna beer?

Nothing for my cousin?

Show some manners, huh?

Nice to meet you.

My cousin talks about you a lot.

Whaddya want?

There's a job.

A hairdresser's.

-No, no way. -Can you listen at least?

Don't bust my balls, I'm not interested.

That's not the question. Do you wanna make dough?

Think about it.

I wouldn't have brought him otherwise. He explained it all.

-No catches. Quick and easy. -Are you a jerk, kid?

Are you not getting this?

We're talking 300.

300 what?

Dalmatians, whaddya think? 300,000.

300,000?

A hairdresser's?

Must be fucking awesome.

The hairdresser ripped off another guy.

Who?

Someone who has more dough than you and me together.

That's not hard.

Look.

Do you need more reasons?

Count me out.

I've been working on this for a long time.

I get your lack of trust.

It all sounds weird, you don't trust me.

I get that you don't trust my lamebrain cousin.

But I swear on my mom's life, this is the real thing.

Look me in the eye and tell me it's not worth it.

We'll see.

That's what I wanted to hear.

We're in the middle of wild mushroom season

and to celebrate it, we'll make a mushroom lasagna.

We've prepared it in individual format,

using pasta sheets that are then boiled...

Hello?

Yeah, what is it?

I'm kinda busy.

Okay, all right, I'm on my way.

The jerk hung up on me.

I'm off.

-What about her? -No, it's your turn.

Can't you stay with us for a little while?

I can't hear.

I'll be back in a little while, Gran.

If I'm not here, it'll be your fault.

I can't hear.

I'll be right back!

Love you.

Like that makes everything all right.

-What's up? -What's hangin'?

I saw cops on Toni's street.

Chill out.

-They're gonna catch us. -They won't.

Where are we, dude?

Here or in the goddamn can? Where are we?

We shouldn't have done it.

Quit busting my balls already. Quit it, okay?

Listen up, Edgar was here with his cousin.

What cousin?

Dunno.

Don't know him at all. His name's Fran.

They offered us a job.

What? A job now? Look at us.

Dunno. What kinda job?

One with lots of dough.

So what's the problem?

The problem is I don't trust him.

So, what do you want me to say?

You're doing my head in. You call me about some random job,

and you don't trust the guy.

Why am I here?

Are you onboard or not?

Edgar is in. So am I. I wanna count on you.

It's a hairdresser's.

-A hairdresser's? -Yeah, a hairdresser's.

And you trust this guy?

Bro, I'm always with you. To the end, to the death.

What's up?

Have you been using again?

Berta. I'm talking to you.

Gran?

Gran.

Hey.

Gran.

Hey, wake up.

Hey.

What happened?

Gran.

Gran...

Santi. Please, you have to believe me. It was an accident, I swear.

Stop it! You have to believe me! It was an accident!

Santi. Santi, hold on!

No, no, no!

I'm sorry. No, I'm not leaving.

-I'm not leaving. -Just try me.

-Please, Santi, no. -Try me.

-Try me! -I didn't do anything!

I swear it was an accident. Stop, Santi, please.

Santi, I love you. I love you. Please don't.

No, Santi.

You don't love anybody!

-No, please. -Nobody!

It wasn't my fault. I love you more than anything.

Why am I even with you?

No, please, I can't leave.

Santi, I'm pregnant.

I'm pregnant.

Liar!

What is it?

-Is he in? -Yeah.

Can I come in?

Come on in. Don't just stand there.

Christ.

Is it there? You sure?

Yeah, goddamn it.

You find it hard to trust.

Where's the dough kept?

Fuck knows. Wait till he sees the gun.

You wanna rob your buddy?

So what? He ain't no buddy of mine.

What's with the kid?

What's up with him?

What's he doing?

Where the hell were you?

Why don't you mind your own goddamn business?

It's okay, dude.

Did I miss something?

My gran died.

Okay, sorry.

It's fine, I don't wanna talk about it, dude.

But it's good to open up.

Cut it out.

Quit busting my balls, cut it out. I said I'm okay.

Okay, okay.

-Why are we here? -That's the place.

-That's my father-in-law. -No way!

I mean it, it's him.

Fucking hell, man.

He doesn't need to know it's you.

Goddamn it...

Okay, relax. Let's talk it through, point by point.

No, you relax!

-Jesus! -I ain't going in.

We'll have our faces covered.

Is that meant to make feel better?

What a great plan.

And what the fuck is up with that kid?

What's he doing?

Hang on, hang on.

Want something, kid? What's up?

Ignore him. Wait till he goes, damn it.

He's not going.

Want something, kid? You okay?

Motherfucker! Get outta here.

Fucking brat.

Why does this stuff happen to us?

Start the car.

Shit.

Did you do this?

Did you or didn't you?

It's a simple question. Yes or no?

I don't know what you're saying. Was it one of the kids?

The ones with the ball, was it one of them?

I don't understand you, was it you?

You wanna play at that?

All right then, here we go.

I'm talking to you! Did you do it or not?

Did you do it or not?

I'm asking you a simple question.

I'm asking you if you did it or not.

Did you or didn't you? Come on, hit me! Hit me!

Hit me! I want you to fuck me up, bitch!

Fuck me up!

Get lost and don't bust my balls!

I'll blow your head off!

Go back to your goddamn family! Get lost!

Go on, get lost.

Fuck off!

Beat it!

For fuck's sake...

Want me to do it again?

Keep away.

Screw you!

Keep away!

For fuck's sake!

-Is this the future you want? -Shut the fuck up.

Hang on. Come here.

Get off me!

Let me see your eyes.

Want to end up like Mom?

Don't dare mention her!

-Motherfucker! -Get out.

-Get out of here! -No, you're to blame!

You won't ever see me again.

You're not ruining my life.

-Get off me! -Leave!

Let's run through it: we drive from here to here.

I don't get it.

Sure, you ain't paying attention.

We leave one car, take the other and do the heist. Okay?

But why the shack? Why in the asshole of the world?

Wanna do a heist and leave the car parked outside your house?

Let's use our heads a bit.

Don't get smart with me, I ain't joking.

So focus then.

Cut it out, you two.

What about the guns?

The guns stay in the car.

I hadn't thought of that.

Are you messing with me?

No, not in the car. Impossible.

What does it matter if they're in the car?

By the time they find the guns, we'll be miles away and rolling in it.

I told you, didn't I?

My cousin did his homework.

How long's this plate been here?

It's making me retch.

It's from tonight.

Fetch some beers.

Christ, don't be such a girl.

How far is it from here to here?

Twenty minutes? Fifteen?

Are you gonna be driving?

No, that's why I asked.

Do a line.

Know what you've gotta do?

-Know what you've gotta do? -You tell me.

Wise up once and for all, kiddo.

You guys are always the same, dude.

Gross.

Do a line.

Wanna beer?

Yes or no?

Goddamn it, I said yes.

What's up?

Nothing.

Come off it.

Nothing's wrong with me. You got a problem?

Why all the questions?

Want some?

Someone's banging her.

Who? Laura?

No, your goddamn mom. Who do you think?

She's a whore.

A little bitch whore.

I should have slapped her around.

You know her. You know she's a whore, right?

Yeah, I do know her. I'm telling you she's not. Look at me.

Look at me. She loves you.

Laura loves you, all right?

I'm too nice for my own good.

You need to talk with her.

-Talk? -Yeah.

For fuck's sake!

I should beat the bitch and put my foot down,

that's what I should do.

Why not hit me? Come on, tough guy, up you get.

Come on, beat me. Do it.

-Is that what you want? -Come on.

I'll do it, huh. Bring it on.

Look.

Come on, come over here.

-Bastard. -You're not in shape.

Get off me! Get off me!

Acting like you're all full of it.

Cut it out already, Edgar.

-Come on, fuck off. -You were lucky.

-Now I want one. -It gets me buzzing.

Let someone else try.

Hell yeah.

Another one? Another round?

What? Scared?

-Sit down. -You're scared.

Fuck you.

Where were you?

Cat got your tongue?

I was with a girlfriend.

A girlfriend?

Now you suddenly care?

No, not suddenly.

-Sure. -Hey, we're having a conversation.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

No, you stink of booze.

Do you think I'm dumb or what?

Leave me alone.

-I'm not doing anything to you. -Leave me alone!

Leave me alone! Can't we just calm down?

Take it easy.

I don't wanna take it easy, just leave me alone!

That's all I'm asking you!

Do you love me?

Who are you screwing?

-I'm not screwing anyone. -Don't lie to me!

I'm asking you not to lie to me.

-You're hurting me. -You're hurting me too

and you don't give a shit.

Tell me who the fuck he is.

Tell me who the fuck he is!

Tell me or I'll kill you.

Here.

Here.

And here's yours.

-How do you release the safety catch? -Like this.

Not picking up?

No.

And don't fuck it up this time.

-Suck my dick. -Suck mine, jerk.

Cut it out, goddamn it. You've got a minute.

That's plenty.

Okay, let's do this. Out.

Hey you! Take the bag, motherfucker!

Put it all in there!

I don't have cash.

Wanna die, motherfucker? You gonna lie to me?

Put it in there!

I'll count to three, faggot! Three,

two,

one!

Move it!

Hang on.

Whaddya doing?

-What? -Don't shout at me.

Whaddya doing? The fucking door!

Not there, go look for him back there!

You're losing your shit.

Fucking hell!

Got him.

I'll remember your face, fag.

Move it, move it!

-Whaddya staring at? -Start the car!

What the fuck are you looking at?

Can't you see he's in shock?

What the fuck! What the fuck, jerk!

-He recognized Santi. -I don't give a fuck!

I don't give a fuck!

-Quit yelling. -Seriously, fag?

You're a fucking genius!

So she loves me, huh?

Get a move on! We have to go!

Have you lost it, dude?

Does she give good head?

Put the fucking gun down!

-But does she give good head? -Put it down!

She loved me, right?

What the hell is this? Put it down!

What the hell are you doing?

Are you deaf or what?

-Listen to him. -Ask this mother...

Let's go.

Fucking move it!

Where's my cousin?

Zip it and drive.

Tell me what went down or I blow your brains out.

Go on, shoot, goddamn it.

Shoot, goddamn it! Shoot me here and now!

Cut it out!

Say it again if you have the balls.

Balls? You're the one who chickened out, you little pussy.

-Suck my dick! -Fuck you! Fuck you!

Drive.

Start the fucking car or I pop you and drive.

Fran?

Where the fuck is he?

I was just having fun.

Quit screwing with me.

Do whatever you want with them.

I don't think I need to remind you where you'd be without me.

Or do I?

Where's my share?

Where the fuck is my share?

Sit down.

Here.

We're quits.

Wait.

You can never go wrong with this wine.

Where's Fede?

Go on, set the table.

Fede, dinner!

Fede.

Looks great.

You must give me the recipe.

Your plate.

Let's eat.

Do you like it?

So tell Grandpa.

It's really good, Grandpa.

What were you doing?

Playing.

Don't make a mess.

Grandpa's too old to be cleaning up after you.

You're spoiling him.

You're a softy.

That can be fixed with a good slap.

What do I always say, Fede?

Don't play with your food.

Are you mad at me?

No. Doesn't matter.

Want more?

Can I go and play?

There's no more respect in this house.

Lately I've been wondering...

when someone departs,

is it their death we mourn or the void they leave behind?

On second thoughts,

we couldn't be more selfish.

Pa, sometimes I think that it isn't right.

In the second drawer.

Pa!

Grasping at the lost dream

And at metal shards

that stick in my hands

Who will be saved now?

Who is with me?

Where is the path of our destiny?

Of the good and the bad that comes and goes

I keep within me the purity of the light

The blood and the glory that reached the very end

The streets of Valencia

When the soul awakens

Some fleeting friendships

That hide from love like rats

Who will be saved now?

Who is with me?

Where is the path of our destiny?

Where is the path of our destiny?

A thousand shadows walking

On a path to nowhere

Grasping at the lost dream

And at metal shards

That stick in my hands

Who will be saved now?

Who is with me?

Where is the path of our destiny?

Of the good and the bad that comes and goes

I keep within me the purity of the light

The blood and the glory that reached the very end

The streets of Valencia when the soul awakens

Some fleeting friendships

That hide from love like rats

Who will be saved now?

Who is with me?

Where is the path of our destiny?

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