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-What do you want from me? -I want you to suffer just like he did.

Your son was a monster.

I buried the diamonds in the desert.

All your friends bailed.

Fucking bitches!

We're going to Almería to find my daughter and kill your sister.

Good luck.

He was a psychopath, and you knew it. Nothing will rid you of your guilt.

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Ama.

There's nothing more dangerous than an idiot with a gun.

You're not an idiot.

Come here.

Why do you wear this shit?

You're free now.

Ama is gone.

Ama is gone.

Ama is gone.

Ama is gone.

-Relax, Cepo. -Ama.

-Cepo! -Ama is gone.

-She's gone. -Cepo, relax.

Cepo…

Can you let me go, please?

Please?

-She's gone. -Cepo…

Let me go, please.

Please.

Please.

Cepo, I need to get out of here.

I'm pregnant.

You have a baby?

Inside?

-There? -Yes.

Hello!

Baby!

Baby!

-I love them. I love babies. -Yeah.

There's a baby there, a really small one.

There's a baby here.

That's why I need to get out.

I want another chance…

to do the right thing.

Will you let me go?

Please?

Cepo.

The blonde or the brunette?

No!

Fuck that fucking elf from hell!

Damn it!

Now what?

I don't know!

Shit!

If we want to escape, what do we do?

Take the bicycles.

I can't take the bride on a bicycle. She's here, at the hotel.

We see her as our insurance policy.

Very good.

Do you know what the life expectancy of a mosquito is?

One week.

You lost all your authority, Zulema.

Why don't we split up the diamonds and get out of here?

Because I swallowed them.

You're full of shit.

I swallowed them.

Fucking psycho.

I looked for you.

We have the results. Meet in my office?

Are you Galician?

From Ferrol.

Like the Caudillo.

Sort of.

Spare me your sympathy. Cut to the chase.

Glioblastoma multiforme.

In layman's terms, a brain tumor.

So, an alien has grown inside my head.

Something like that.

Our biggest problem isn't the alien. It's the metastasis.

Yet I've always been on the alien's side.

Always.

The CAT scan shows that the tumor is pressing against

a very specific part of your parietal lobe.

In the coming months you might experience

hallucinations, memory loss, disorientation.

You can't smoke here.

How long do I have?

Months.

What are you doing here?

Can't you see I'm showering?

Get out of the bathroom.

Get the fuck out!

-Hi. You're leaving? -Hey. I'll be back.

Easy.

Easy.

You can't walk.

I'll go in with you.

No.

When they see it’s a gunshot wound, they’ll call the police.

You need to take care of Hugo.

Take care of him.

Here we go.

EMERGENCY

Slim!

No!

Stop, you son of a bitch!

Stop!

What about Macarena?

I think she killed her.

Come on!

Are you serious?

Really, ladies?

You all have the balls

to kidnap me and mess with my father, but you're too scared to confront her?

-Shut up! -Goya!

Goya.

She's going to kill us all.

Who has the diamonds?

She says she swallowed them.

What?

She swallowed them!

It's three against one.

What?

It's three against one.

Ama.

Where were you?

Not a soul comes through here.

Can we go back to the Oasis?

They need towels.

It's not that far.

Maca.

Maca...

Yes?

Hello?

Hello, who is this?

It's me.

Maca?

How are you?

I'm well.

I don't know, haven't heard from you in a while.

Right.

Well…

I wanted to see how you're doing and ask how it's going and…

You have a niece.

Her name's Macarena, like you.

And today's her birthday.

Seven.

Maca, what do you need?

-Nothing. -No, really, Macarena, what do you need?

Nothing.

I just called…

because I needed to hear your voice, and…

I love you a lot, Román.

I love you too.

Your home is here...

so is your family.

I know.

Could you tell Macarena…

that her aunt sends her lots of kisses?

Could you wish her a happy birthday for me?

It'd be great if you gave her her birthday punches.

I will.

I'll do that.

Come on.

Let's return to the hotel.

OK.

I have to kill Zulema.

But she's already dying.

What?

That's why she takes so many pills.

You didn't… know?

What's with that?

A trampoline.

Is something wrong?

Of course. Something's always wrong.

Life, it never stops.

That's why it's so fun.

Something is wrong.

Let's see…

You don't wake up one day and buy a trampoline just because.

You're not fooling me.

I know you, Zulema.

I know you as if we were a married couple…

splitting a mortgage. You know what I mean?

What's going on?

Will you tell me?

What?

Well...

It comes with a two-year warranty, in case we want to return it.

OK, fine.

But there is something wrong.

This is cool.

What are you doing?

Nothing, I was looking at what we could do tomorrow.

What do you feel like doing?

Mom…

Yes?

Why did you fall in love with dad?

Good question.

Well…

he was your Aunt Sara's cousin…

and she and I were very close friends.

So we would go watch him play soccer,

and he was really funny,

very handsome, very attractive...

very nice.

Silly woman!

Do you still love him?

Well, of course.

Should we go to the beach tomorrow?

I don't want to be alone with him.

Why would you say that, sweetie?

He watches me while I shower.

Don't say those things.

If he dares touch me,

I'll kill him.

-Don't say that nonsense. -Mom, you have to believe me--

-No. -Please.

-It's the truth. -No.

No, sweetie. No.

Vivi…

Can I take a look at your wound?

It reeks.

It's become necrotic.

I've smelled many of these before.

You don't need a doctor anymore.

You need a priest.

I knew one of you had a gunshot wound.

I sent my men to every hospital in Almería.

They were waiting for you.

How old is your son?

He's four years old.

I hope you never have to go through the hell I'm going through now.

Where are they holding my daughter?

Sooner or later, you'll have to talk.

Let's avoid the suffering.

Where are they holding my daughter?

Do you have a cigarette?

In Afghanistan, they'd lecture us on preparing for death.

Most of the advice was bullshit about…

how to stay calm…

and endure the pain.

But I'll never forget one of the lectures.

They said that when…

the end is near…

you just regret the things you never got to do.

So, have no regrets.

What do you want to do?

I want to say what I think of you.

I'm listening.

I'm surrounded by

terrified jackasses that wouldn't dare tell me the truth.

You can sniff out a rotting wound, Ramala.

But you fail to notice the stench around you.

Your daughter was going to escape.

Did you know that?

She was going to leave you forever.

And you have to be a real piece of shit

and screw up big-time…

for your own daughter to hate you.

Because she hates you, Ramala.

I'm going to die.

But you're dead to her.

Can I sit with you?

Hey, kids! You can't be standing!

What are you listening to?

Your friends might get mad at you for sitting with me.

What the fuck are you doing?

Those aren't my friends.

Besides,

I don't give a shit what they think.

Is what they say about you true?

That…

That you like boys.

Well…

let's find out.

OK, I get it.

PARADISE OF PEACE

Little man…

there are two things about Mom that you can never forget.

First,

Mom was a very kind woman.

Very kind.

And second,

no one in this world loved you more than she did.

OK, little man?

OK.

We're almost there, kids.

Please stay in your seat.

I left my backpack at the back of the bus.

-I'll get it. -Thanks, Lucas.

Stay right there, kiddo.

-What are you doing? -OK, kiddo. On the ground.

-Come on. -Come on, shrimp.

Get on the fucking ground.

There you go.

-The lipstick. -Don't fucking move!

Lucas, don't move.

There. Look.

Oh, man, as good as new.

-Yeah, man. -Totally.

Now.

The little star. Lucas, the little star.

Oh, man. You look amazing.

Good as new.

FAGGOT

I know you're in here.

I know you're in here.

You'll be behind me when I'm having breakfast,

having lunch, having a snack, having dinner, sleeping.

That's if I want you to.

If I want you to!

Don't pretend to be brave.

Stop fighting.

It's over.

I'm inside you.

Come here.

Let's see that youthful energy.

In the jugular.

Stick me.

Come on!

Let's go.

-Come on! -Hey!

Get out.

Get out!

You're alive!

I'm pregnant.

That's why I need a new life.

And…

I gave you up to the police.

But the plan… fell apart.

It's your turn.

It's my turn?

I don't care.

-You have nothing to say to me? -Like what?

What the fuck are you doing?

Look, you idiot. My illness and my death are my business.

What do you want?

A duel?

A final duel?

Is that why you came back?

I have cancer too.

It's you.

And as long as you're alive, I can't go on with my life.

So, shoot.

Shoot for fuck's sake.

Shoot!

That's what you want.

For me to do your dirty work.

That's not going to happen.

What the fuck?

Good evening.

-Good evening. -Here they are.

Is Ama around?

I'm Ama.

Well, you're here.

Welcome to the Oasis.

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