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["El Tamborilero" by Raphael playing in Spanish]

[breathing shakily]

[tense music playing]

[exhales]

- [sniffs] - [exhales]

I can't go on.

You do it.

No. No, no. No, no, no.

Coral,

I've already lost a lot of blood.

I'm already dying anyway.

[sniffs]

So really, this is just a mercy killing.

[melancholic music playing]

[melancholic music builds]

[Coral breathes heavily, sniffs]

[tense music swells]

- What's wrong with you, Coral? Huh? - [music stops]

What's wrong with you two?

We managed to get out of a trafficking network.

We fired guns.

We managed to bury a guy, too.

Did you even think we'd be able to do something like that a few days ago?

So I don't wanna hear about anyone giving up.

Am I clear?

None of us.

[ominous music playing]

[horn blaring]

Let me out!

- You're not gonna get us out like that. - We don't know that.

I can't just give up like that.

- We can't give up until the end. - [horn blares]

Down here!

[crying] Can anyone hear me? Please!

Down here...

[horn blaring faintly]

- [horn echoes] - [tense music swells then fades]

[suspenseful music playing]

[pop music playing softly]

[suspenseful music builds]

Hey, Moi. Want a hit?

[suspenseful, dreamy music builds]

[engine revs]

[tires screech]

Iris!

Iris.

- I did what I had to do and I dumped her. - The secretary?

Yeah. She was very important to my boss, and he's basically a brother to me.

And because of that, I had to dump her, but I'm not at peace.

I'm not at peace.

I'm 10,000 fucking miles away from being at peace, Iris.

I need you to help me. Help me out here.

You won't get any drugs today.

Your pupils are already enormous.

I need them, Iris.

No, I don't think you do.

Then what should I do?

To know what your anchor is, Moisés.

Only then can you be at peace and be yourself.

Peace doesn't lie in drugs.

It lies in making the right choice.

And it would seem whatever you did for your boss wasn't it.

Why don't you go home and get some sleep?

- You'll see things more clearly tomorrow. - But today?

Take your time with it.

It's a learning process.

Almost anything in life can wait.

[inhales]

[rock music playing]

[engine revs]

[tires crunch]

[music fades out]

[footsteps approaching]

[softly] Hey.

Hi, Mama.

- Hello. - Hi there.

Son,

are you a homosexual?

What are you saying, Mom?

That thing with the guy was just a joke.

I just want you to be happy, sweetheart.

I am.

Occasionally, like everyone.

But I'm happy.

But, um, why don't you ever have a girlfriend?

I don't know.

I guess you come in here when you're 15,

and you fuck one girl, then you fuck the next.

And you think that you're amazing,

'cause you don't even have to seduce anyone.

Or bother chatting with them. You got what you want.

And you know what, Mama?

[sighs]

At a certain point, you don't see them as people, you know?

I don't know. It must be the pimp's post-traumatic stress disorder.

And I don't know that there's a cure for this type of crazy.

But I'll work to do better for you, all right?

To have a girlfriend.

To move slowly.

Go to the park, take her to dinner...

And when I get this crazy out of my head and I'm cured,

you'll get to walk me down the aisle, Mama.

Because I wanna live a proper life. Like God intended.

I swear to you.

[soft, melancholic music playing]

I just really wanna go to Paris.

[sniffs]

[deeply inhales then exhales]

[car approaches]

[breaks squeak then handbrake creaks]

[cab driver] That's gonna be 23.50.

[grunts]

[vomits then coughs]

[grunts]

[keys jangle]

- Papa! - Papa!

Yeah, Daddy's home.

[playful music on television]

Well, well, well...

Look who's finally here.

[eating sounds]

Cookie Monster needs some cookies.

[eating sounds]

[Coral] Romeo tried to make it just another ordinary evening.

But the usual Cookie Monster impression

while on drugs, drunk, after a cardiac arrest,

and erect because of the pills left an awkward atmosphere.

[Romeo coughs]

Go upstairs, girls. It's time for a bath.

[coughs then wretches]

Don't worry, girls. Daddy's fine.

- Go upstairs. Go on. - Daddy's just fucking great.

[grunting]

Sir, are you OK?

Gladys...

I just lost the love of my life.

The second one.

In the space of 48 hours.

[suspenseful music playing]

[suspenseful music playing louder]

[tires crunch]

[suspenseful music builds]

[suspenseful music races]

[thudding]

[suspenseful music swells then fades]

[racing rock music playing]

[Moi grunts]

[rock music swells then fades]

Coral.

[grunts and breathes heavily]

[melancholic music playing]

[breathes weakly]

[gasps]

[Wendy groans]

[Moi sighs]

Thanks.

Romeo thinks you all died.

He can't find out about this.

No more thefts, no more chases, no more hunting, all right?

[crickets chirp]

From now on, you guys stay off the radar.

[car door opens]

[tense music playing]

[car creaks]

[Moi] You'll spend the night in a hotel.

Tomorrow at 7:00 a.m., you'll take the ferry to Cádiz.

Don't ever come back here.

But why did you rescue us?

My brother.

He's right.

We need to start a new life.

Do things properly, start from zero.

[car creaking]

Open the glove box.

Take some tissues and wipe your face. We need to look like regular people.

[hopeful music playing]

[handbrake creaks]

Good evening. I'd like to get a room, please.

- For how many people? - Four people.

- How many nights? - One.

For now.

It's my bachelor party, you know.

Pretend to be hookers. Now that's a sick fucking joke.

There's a 500-euro deposit on it.

- I don't want any damages in the room. - All right.

[radio music playing in the background]

[Muzak playing]

[keys jangle then door opens]

- [door squeaks] - [exhales]

I imagine I should probably thank you for saving my life.

But then again, you also tried to kill me, so there's that.

- You did it too. - Not the same.

I only wanted to abduct you and give you back to Romeo

when we were free and clear.

But burying us in cement. Now that's...

[clicks tongue]

So what now, hero? Hmm?

Should I kiss you as our rescuer?

Or hate you for being a killer? Tell me.

Smell me.

Do I smell like a rotting electrician?

No.

[Muzak playing]

I hear the music.

I think they play it so we can't hear people fucking.

[laughs] I just love romantic hotels.

I'm leaving with my mother and my brother for Namibia in the morning.

Why don't you come with me?

Family trip to Namibia...

What's in Namibia?

Giraffes.

Cheetahs. And a big fucking desert.

Lots of tourists.

We can hire a taxi.

- And maybe go surfing. - [chuckles]

Oh so tempting.

Coral.

We can start from zero.

And you could stop living like this, all junked up and shit.

[chuckles]

You say that 'cause of these?

I can give it up whenever I want.

Is the time now?

No!

- So... - [pill packet crinkling]

[exhales]

OK.

Great.

How much longer will you let yourself free fall? Huh?

You were with a man who abused you for 15 years.

And then you spent another year fucking strangers in a brothel.

How much longer will you hurt yourself? Huh?

Until it's irreversible?

[chuckles]

You deserve a better life, Coral.

You'll give me it now?

Hmm?

The chivalrous hero who took me to bachelor parties and went surfing

while four guys fucked me in my asshole?

And then I would call you, and you would pick me up.

And we would kiss in the back seat of your car

as if we were in a beautiful love story together.

The junkie and the pimp.

That's OK for a reality show,

but I don't wanna settle down and go shopping on Fridays.

Or whenever the fuck people go in Namibia.

Find another hooker to rescue, hon. This one rescued herself.

Well...

I'll go, then.

I have to go cover the hole and leave it as it was,

in case Romeo wants to lay flowers on your grave.

[Muzak continues]

I guess I won't be seeing you again.

One can hope.

I won't see you again.

[door squeaks]

["Agosto" by Pol 3.14 playing in Spanish]

[exhales]

♪ Remember that time ♪

♪ We settled for anything ♪

♪ And we didn't have to go back ♪

[Wendy and Gina sing over music in Spanish]

[Wendy] Woo!

♪ We were rebellious ♪

♪ We felt life ♪

♪ Through every pore of our skin... ♪

[Coral] Hands up!

- [screams] - [chuckles]

Coral!

Drink something. Drink one, drink one.

- Make room for me. - No, no.

- [Gina screams] - [laughs]

[Gina] You're crazy, Coral.

[Coral] Every hooker dreams she could stop being one.

They fantasize about being plucked out of poverty like in Pretty Woman.

Someone offering you a new life without drugs, alcohol, or violence.

But who could have an ordinary life after living like this?

After systematically saying "yes" to any stranger.

"Yes" to dropping your panties. "Yes" to being humiliated.

"Yes" to pretending to enjoy a life you don't.

[laughter]

Who could jump to a new life

and not feel the panic of never being able to be normal again?

[music swells then fades]

[Beefcake] Good evening, ma'am.

We're here to take you out for dinner tonight.

Beefcake, where are you taking my mom?

Hey! I said where are you taking my mother?

Get away from me with that hard-on.

[Wendy] The past is like a fucking boomerang.

Just when you least expect it, it smashes your face in.

That's why it's not easy to stop being who you are.

Especially for someone who has lived in captivity.

Are you joking? These are the clothes we wear as new women?

Come on. I got it from the club. I had no time to pick outfits.

What's wrong with them? I think they're cute. Look. Ooh!

[Coral] Me too.

We may be dead, but at least we're sexy.

[chuckles]

Girls, we've only got 300 euros.

Just enough for the ferry.

[lighter clicks]

What really upsets me is that we still lost.

We almost make it and then the Road Runner beats us.

Meep-meep. [chuckles]

Now we have to live with our tails between our legs

while Romeo goes on exploiting girls at his club.

[inhales]

[exhales, echoes]

So we almost managed to get things right.

And we failed.

But I won't be failing again.

What are you saying?

Taking down Romeo.

About shattering him by taking away the only thing he cares about.

His fucking money. [chuckles]

Are you fucking nuts, Coral?

But really, if we manage to stay dead,

it gives us a better shot of staying alive, don't you think?

Nobody is going back to the club to steal any money.

We can't risk being seen.

We're not going back to the club.

Because what we're gonna take is much bigger than a fucking safe.

[tense music playing]

Each month,

Christian and Moisés go to each club, one by one,

and pick up Romeo's earnings from all of them.

Thousands of euros they put in sacks, which are then put inside a van,

they take it to Madeira to launder all that dough.

OK, but Moisés can't just run into us, I mean, right?

- He said we had to get off the island. - Gina.

Moisés won't be there 'cause he'll be in Africa.

You won't be there because you're pregnant.

And you won't be there because you're injured.

So I'll go.

And then you'll both get your share when you get to the mainland. Easy.

No.

You're not going alone.

This doesn't even fucking hurt anymore.

Either we're all in or no one.

[tense music swells then fades]

[Beefcake] Do you want me to collect today or wait until tomorrow?

[Moi] What did you do to my brother?

He called me from the emergency room. These motherfuckers broke his nose.

Where is my mother?

Calm down, OK?

Your mother's just fine.

I sent her off to a nursing home.

An old ladies' place called The Hit Men.

[glasses hit table]

[thumps walking stick]

Come on, Moisés.

I started this journey with you.

When we buried your father, who you, rightly or not,

I'm not even gonna get into that, had murdered.

And then I made you my partner.

My friend.

My brother.

I gave you money for you to launder and to look after it.

I trusted you to bring me those girls, didn't I?

And now that the shit's hit the fan, you're telling me you're leaving?

That you want a new life?

What the fuck's wrong with everyone lately?

Just hating their lives all of a sudden.

Now everyone wants a shake-up but me?

I want my old life back, Moisés.

I want my clubs. I want my bitches.

- I want my wife and my friends. - [thumps walking stick]

You can't keep us here, Romeo.

My brother and I are not your property.

I know that.

You aren't my property.

You and your brother are my fucking family. Am I clear?

You are my family.

And family does not walk out and leave the rest of us with this mess.

That's three missing girls, a man dissolved in acid,

and a fucking electrician. Got it?

You fucking buried them.

Nobody will ever find them.

Well, just in case...

you'll stay here with me, Moisés.

Until those crimes expire.

And you'll do that for the family.

So that we can all be together

and in good health.

And so your mother can sing Christmas carols for us next holiday.

[sniffs]

[thumps walking stick] Pa-rum.

Pa-rum.

Pa-rum.

[Romeo sings "El Tamborilero" in Spanish] ♪ The road that leads to Bethlehem ♪

♪ Goes down to the valley That's covered in snow ♪

♪ The little shepherds Want to see their King ♪

♪ They bring him presents In their humble pouch ♪

♪ Rum-pum-pum-pum, rum-pum-pum-pum ♪

[thud echoes]

[thud echoes]

["El Tamborilero" by Raphael playing in Spanish]