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I guess you're here for Gina's follow-up visit?

- Oh, yeah, that too. - Hey, get the fuck down here, Alfredito.

- It's serious. Come on. - What are you talking about?

When someone wakes you up in the middle of the night

and shows you a dying man in the trunk of a car,

it's normal to feel a bit, shall we say, confused.

You only said "serious," but this man has a bullet in his head.

And the real confusion comes when you realize

you're gonna have to extract the bullet.

And doing so will make you an accomplice in a war between hit men and prostitutes.

Men who wouldn't hesitate to shoot.

- Do you want us to tell your wife? - Oh my God. Tell her what?

That from time to time I enjoy taking huge strap-on latex dicks up the ass?

I'd rather just tell her than become some hit man's accomplice.

You know what? That's it. I'll tell her myself!

If you don't do it out of principle, we'll have to force you to.

Alfredo, what is it?

It's nothing, I just, uh, I just buzzed you

because, uh, I'm gonna be out for a while tonight because,

well, uh, because of an emergency that's come up with a Saint Bernard.

Uh, it's gonna take me a little, well, a little while.

♪ You like it ♪

♪ Came to my party 'Cause you like the hookah ♪

♪ Who are you looking for? Of course it's me ♪

♪ Ain't nobody on my level in this party ♪

♪ You wanna sit with me You wanna be with me ♪

♪ Because I'm a tiger That'll set you free ♪

♪ Mami, with me say hello to the good life Get ready, it's gonna be a long night ♪

♪ I like, I like ♪

♪ The way she moves her waist ♪

♪ I like, I like ♪

♪ The way she moves her waist ♪

There's always collateral damage in war.

Each side sustaining its own.

Ours had a name, Arcadio.

And we fought up until the very last minute to keep him alive.

Black patch there. Red patch. Green, yellow, black, red, green. OK.

Theirs died a few hours earlier.

And he was never given that opportunity.

At the very least,

ours left this world looking at three beautiful women

who had fought incredibly hard to save his life.

What's happening?

♪ Where the days are short And the nights are long ♪

♪ Where they walk and I'll walk ♪

♪ They twist and I'll twist ♪

♪ They shimmy and I'll shimmy ♪

♪ They fly and I'll fly ♪

♪ Well, they're out there a-havin' fun ♪

♪ In that warm California sun ♪

♪ Yeah, they're out there a-havin' fun ♪

♪ In that warm California sun ♪

But let's be honest here, the three of us were no angels either.

We already made up our minds to become predators,

the foxes in this hunt.

And those casualties of war, were the reality we needed to remind us

that at this point, there was no turning back.

Neither for us

or for Romeo.

Who went back to the brothel like a wounded soldier after the battle.

Angrier

and hungrier than ever for revenge.

Because he had suffered more than just collateral damage.

He had lost the vital core of his existence.

All the things that I've achieved in this life, I've achieved with my dick.

Everything I've built

was brought to life by the creative muse that is my penis.

Now my muse is dead.

You can't think about that right now.

Come on, the little guy will come back real soon.

If you keep up with your physio. Like everything else will, man.

Romeo, you have a fucking awesome brain.

And that's what all these big things are made with.

- With brains. - No, Moisés.

People say we think with our dicks as if that's some kind of bad thing,

but humanity's greatest achievements were thanks to the dick.

I mean, why do you think Columbus went to America?

He was imagining how many native women he could bang

without having to give explanation or care about decorum.

The most iconoclastic French paintings were created in a brothel.

Greek sculpture, for instance. Or The Three Graces. Goya's Nude Maja.

The entire history of the arts is intended as inspiration for wanking.

Even Neil fucking Armstrong stepped onto the moon

because he knew that when he got back, he'd be swimming in pussy.

God.

The dick makes the world go around.

Romeo made sure to lecture all his girls

to worship the dick as much as he did.

But for us, it wasn't a beacon that illuminated the world.

It was an absurd-looking tool of the trade

that we used to pay off our debts

and regain our freedom.

What do you have to do to earn more money here?

Oh, well, there are so many ways:

golden showers, lesbian threesomes, rim jobs...

Letting them whip you on the ass while they're also nailing it.

Can I whip them instead?

Some guys like that stuff, you know?

Great, I want all of those.

Yeah, well, we all want those.

Just use your words.

Sex is in the mind, really.

Also in the dick.

Yeah, but that head is ruled by the other.

Talk dirty to them.

OK.

- Dirty like what? - "Mmm, finger my asshole."

"Ooh, right there."

"Right there. Go on, break me. Come on, you bastard, tear me in two. Mmm."

Ah, well, I don't want them to stick their finger in my asshole.

You will.

It's the quickest, easiest way to get 'em off.

More clients, more money. There you go. Hmm?

And what do you tell them?

I let myself fall onto the bed as if I were a corpse.

And I say to them, "You can do whatever you want, honey."

"Sodomize me, humiliate me, piss on me."

"I've been a bad girl, and I deserve to be punished."

What's wrong with you?

Nothing, honey.

My self-esteem is so fucked that I'm thankful for every thrust I get.

Also, sex has never really interested me.

Girls, any more mojitos? Pretty please.

Mm, Coral. So when you killed that person that you killed before,

how did you get rid of the body?

- Uh, if you wanna tell us, I mean. - My mother-in-law?

They took her in an ambulance.

Why did you want to kill your mother-in-law?

It wasn't her I wanted.

I wanted to kill my husband, but the plan backfired, and, well...

Meh.

She died instead.

I had been sprinkling

some oleander and St. John's wort on his food

in undetectable amounts for a while.

I worked at it really hard.

He'd say it was bitter, so it wasn't stealth,

but it gave him arrhythmia like a motherfucker.

He would wake up at night sweating

with his pulse racing at 160 beats per minute.

It was going fine until,

one day, that poor woman came home and ate two whole bowls of soup.

- Chickpeas. - Ugh.

I found her asleep in front of the TV.

I mean, the woman didn't even make it to the sports news.

To my mother-in-law.

So...

why did you want to kill your husband?

Remember when we talked about my self-esteem?

Well, that's the reason.

With him, I kept falling into a pit that got darker.

I kept getting buried so deep,

I looked up and couldn't see the light anymore.

When I reached rock bottom, I... I wasn't even a person.

I didn't see it coming.

At first, I found all his overprotectiveness amusing.

"Hey, hon, don't put on that makeup. You look prettier au naturel."

"You shouldn't wear a bikini. A one-piece suits you better."

And after that,

he stopped saying "honey" in each sentence.

Then come all the insults, the harassment,

and in your gut, you start feeling this growing fear.

You stop wearing makeup.

And you start giving up.

The bikini, your friends,

your job, and the city you love, and, uh,

you become an amoeba.

You might be

living, but you don't feel anything.

So from there, it was actually pretty easy for me to become a hooker, or...

...a junkie,

or...

Or a real piece of shit.

I'm really, really sorry, Coral.

I never knew all that happened to you, but, girls, we need to...

You say you never knew, but did you ask?

Sorry, what?

She's asking if you ever wonder

how the person who uses a strap-on dick to sodomize you might be feeling?

We have to get him out, ladies.

- My wife is calling me on the phone. - Why don't you ask her to do that to you?

My wife and I have a different kind of relationship.

But isn't it more normal to ask your wife

than someone you hardly know and have to pay?

Look, I always made sure to treat you with respect.

Yes, I go to the club, we talk, we have a drink,

we laugh, and we do what we do.

You sometimes even have an orgasm.

I'm sorry, but I'm not to blame for your situation.

Actually, you are.

Because you pay for sex.

Do you really think we do it willingly?

Do you really think it's pleasant for me to put Vaseline in your asshole?

Or when someone wants to put cocaine in my vagina for fun?

Do you really think we want to be doing that?

Without all the people willing to pay money to fuck,

there wouldn't be girls getting kidnapped out there, like us.

You have to get him out of here. Do you hear me?

My wife could come down at any moment.

Forty percent of Spanish men pay to have sex according to this survey.

That means, out of every ten men you see in the street,

four of those men go whoring.

That's almost half of Spain now.

- Those are good numbers. - They're not bad.

Considering how frowned upon this habit is.

We're being dragged through the mud.

Customers are even having to come to the club in secret.

Imagine what we could achieve

if fucking some hookers each month was considered an acceptable hobby.

We need to dignify the profession.

And whatever we do, we gotta protect the customers' rights and freedoms.

Yeah, we do!

How do you change how you're viewed by a capitalist society, Romeo?

With advertising.

♪ But they ain't you ♪

♪ I'm in a world full of lies But I stay true ♪

♪ Head over heels, I blame you... ♪

What the fuck did you do?

FUCKING CHANGES YOUR MOOD

♪ You love it when I'm playful... ♪

Guys, what are those?

You like it?

Of course I fucking like it.

I don't believe it.

CHANGE YOUR DAY THE BRIDES CLUB

♪ It's all about... ♪

And the next thing we're gonna hit up is television.

The first ad of the year everyone in Spain sees

after 12 chimes on New Year's Eve. Yeah, that's gonna be us.

Yeah, man. We're gonna take that slot from motherfucking Coca-Cola!

And then, by the end of next year, we'll be doing so well

we'll be the first commercial in the fucking Super Bowl.

You really like it?

♪ I lived awhile without you ♪

All wars leave long-term damage.

♪ Darn near half my life... ♪

The damage for hookers is that they stop feeling.

Psychologists call it "dissociation,"

but it's just a defense mechanism evolved from necessity

to put up with being fucked over and over again by strangers.

Without feeling fear, disgust,

or pain.

When you don't wanna fuck,

a sexual act becomes rape.

♪ It's another day... ♪

No tenderness or affection.

You need to flick a circuit breaker inside yourself to bear it.

Switching off.

Not caring about anything.

SEX IS A SYMPTOM OF GOOD HEALTH

Every girl destroyed by Romeo

brought him a profit of about 250,000 euros in two years.

After that, we were all dog meat to him.

FUCKING CHANGES YOUR MOOD

♪ We're a cross between our parents... ♪

Seeing those billboards publicizing the club,

I wondered how much money he had made out of me over the last 15 months.

Without having to stick a single dick in his mouth.

And then,

I knew what we had to do.

We needed to lift our spirits.

By going to Club Las Novias,

as the billboard suggested.

Wendy, let's go there.

♪ I look at that river and smell it ♪

♪ And it makes me wanna cry ♪

♪ Oh to clean our dirty planet ♪

♪ Now there's a noble wish ♪

♪ And I'm puttin' my shoulder To the wheel ♪

♪ 'Cause I wanna catch some fish ♪

♪ Love calls like the wild birds ♪

♪ It's another day ♪

♪ A spring wind blew my list of Things to do away ♪

We have to do something they don't expect.

Up till now, what have they expected of us?

We run away. What don't they expect?

We go back to the club and set a fucking trap.

Mm, no, I don't follow you. Must be the amphetamines.

- What trap now? - One that's very deadly.

We have to think it through, but...

Basically, we're gonna set a trap.

We're gonna take back what's rightfully ours.

We're gonna steal the fucking money from the club!

What was it you said back there?

That people look down on men thinking with their dicks?

Well, you know where else you hear that bullshit?

When people talk about addictions as if addictions were bad things.

They're fucking not. No.

If something creates addiction, it must be for a reason.

- 'Cause it's cool. - Yeah, 'cause it's cool.

'Cause people don't become addicted to shit like going to church

or to hard work, mainly just sex and partying.

Or heroin.

But if something's addictive, you'll find me there.

I'll be first fucking in line.

'Cause at least I know it'll be for something fun.

Am I right or am I right?

Thank you so much, guys.

Fucking thank you.

Psst.

You...

You don't need to fucking thank us.

Seriously, I would do anything for you, Romeo.

Just like I would for my father.

Romeo?

- It's Beefcake. - Psst, psst. Hey.

- Come in. - A guy just came in, he's...

Come here.

Get in the Jacuzzi. Come on, be a man.

Three's an odd number.

- Uh, another day. - Beefcake.

I'm your employer.

I'm crippled now.

I had a shitty week, and I'm asking you to take a bath with us.

In what other job would your employer ask you to get in a Jacuzzi?

Hmm?

I mean, you don't think we're queer, do you?

Take your clothes off, bro. Didn't you hear?

Hurry up. We don't have all day.

Aren't you going to take your underwear off?

You're gonna take a bath with your fucking tighty-whities on?

All right. And now.

Now can you tell me whatever you came to tell me?

Downstairs, there's a guy who wants to talk. He said it's about three girls.

Mmm.

Hello, Fernandito.

So, want me to go upstairs and plug your asshole?

Huh? No. Um, no, Lupe. I'm not here for that, but thanks.

Aww. OK, then. Call me.

Ciao.

How many girls at the club?

- Thirty? - Thirty.

- Thirty. - Yeah.

How many customers do we do every night? Ten.

- What do I write? - Thirty. Ten.

- Ten. - 300.

- Oh, my God, I love this song. - It's a good one.

- Yeah, yeah. Go on. Focus. - OK.

Ten clients every night,

at 100 bucks a pop.

And not counting drinks, golden showers, or any of that extra shit.

Multiplied by seven. How much? I'll tell you. More than 200,000 bucks.

And where's all that dough? In the safe of dear old Romeo.

And we have the fucking code.

And that is, 1404!

1404!

- 1404! - All right, 1404.

The real question is how are we gonna rob the safe

while Moisés and Christian are inside the club?

Hey, ladies. You doing homework or something?

We're just calculating how much money we're gonna make if we rob our boss.

Coral.

Ex-former boss.

Well, that sounds like it calls for a toast!

Hey, why don't you go put your dick on ice or something? Eh?

- And leave us the fuck alone. Gracias. - Yeah, yeah.

Jesus, girl. You were such a bitch.

That guy was super cute, and he even asked us nicely, you know?

There's no reason we can't plan a heist with a huge payload

and drink ourselves stupid on the house.

Hey, hot guy! Let's celebrate.

- Thank you for meeting with me. - I'm listening.

- Fernando, no? - Yes.

So, uh, I want to pay for Gina's freedom.

I know she's run away, and I know she owes you money.

I want to settle that debt

so she can create a fresh start.

And may I ask the reason for this good deed of yours?

We're together.

We're in love.

Well, that's wonderful news, really.

- Isn't it, boys? - Yes.

I'm really happy for you both.

Well, just let me crunch some numbers and check my accounts

to get a final tally on Gina's debts.

And to, uh, accurately estimate

how much I won't be able to make off her over the next nine months,

which is, uh, when her contract expires.

Beefcake.

This'll only take a second.

Take the gentleman to the club in the meantime, please.

Thank you.

That bastard knows where the girls are.

He's hiding them.

How do you know?

No one pays for someone unless they know where they are.

Oh, shit, that's right. We found them with him, right?

At the apartment complex where he works.

Hold on, I didn't know you found them.

We found 'em,

but we didn't want to make a scene by that guy's swimming pool.

He came with some security guys.

- And then we found 'em again. - And you let them go again?

What's going on, Moisés?

Is there anything else you wanna tell me?

Maybe you wanted them to get away from the very beginning.

When I asked you at the hospital "Bring them in unharmed"

and you argued it'd be better to kill and bury them,

did you really wanna kill them?

Or did you actually wanna let them vanish without a trace?

More importantly, why?

Here.

Before you even think of lying to me or betraying me,

let me remind you that I've been your guardian fucking angel.

And the fact that you're not rotting in prison right now

is only thanks to me.

Because I was there for you that day when you knocked on my door.

I helped you with that thing with your dad.

I was there.

And that...

That deserves loyalty, brother.

Go and find out what Fernando knows.

And if he doesn't talk, then...

put him in a drum full of acid until he sings.

♪ We're going in, going in... ♪

Maybe it wasn't the wisest idea to get drunk

before facing what was about to be the hardest battle of our lives.

♪ We're going in, going in Yeah, the night is wearing thin ♪

♪ Time to turn it up and do it... ♪

But we thought, "Screw it, we deserve to have fun for once."

Because we hadn't in years.

To dance 'cause we were having a good time,

to laugh loudly and only for ourselves,

and, more importantly,

because we actually found things funny.

After all, having fun is what soldiers do

the night before the big battle.

♪ Get it popping, crank it up Let's get wild, raise your cup ♪

♪ Throw your hands into the sky ♪

♪ That's the way we feel alive Get it popping, crank it up ♪

♪ Let's get wild, raise your cup ♪

Girls.

I have an idea how to get rid of Christian and Moisés.

What?

Hunting them down.

How?

What Coral was saying. We make a bear trap for them.

- Are we really gonna steal a digger thing? - Well, why not?

Of course, girl.

It'll be easy. Do you know why?

Because nobody steals a humongous heavy thing

which only goes seven miles per hour.

♪ My beats know what's up and down Only Merc and no Toyota ♪

♪ Never mess around like that Show us where the party's at ♪

♪ Get it popping, crank it up ♪

♪ Let's get wild, raise your cup Throw your hands... ♪

The only thing we knew for sure

was that this could be the very last thing we would do in our lives.

But none of us really had a life to go back to.

So we did it. Yeah.

Like when you rip off a Band-Aid suddenly

without thinking about how much it's gonna hurt.

The difference was that if things did end up going wrong,

that night would be the last of our entire lives.

But who cares if it's our last one?

If in the euphoria of the night,

we'd go down fighting.

♪ Get it popping, crank it up ♪

♪ Let's get wild, raise your cup ♪

♪ No one rides a train no more No one rides a train ♪

♪ No meet me at the station No waiting in vain ♪

♪ No sound of those steel wheels Rollin' down that track ♪

♪ Taking away my baby Or bringing her on back ♪

♪ You never hear that whistle blow From far, far away ♪

♪ No one rides the train no more No one rides the train ♪

♪ No one writes a letter With words across a page ♪

♪ People barely talking In this day and age ♪

♪ Folks don't knock upon your door Much less come inside ♪

♪ That might slow 'em down too much They just walk on by ♪

♪ We're all so in touch But so lonely every day ♪

♪ No one rides the train no more No one rides the train ♪

♪ Train, train, train Tell me where have you gone ♪

♪ The world moves way too fast It's driving me insane ♪

♪ No one rides the train no more No one rides the train ♪