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After those three bitches declared war against us,

we are forced to make them disappear now…

and win back our respect.

And money, of course.

Our money.

Let me introduce everyone to my new guy.

Darwin.

Darwin is a professional

who's been working in Medellín, Ciudad Juárez, Sinaloa…

You have to be really good to have a criminal career in those places.

He… and Moisés will do the job.

And you all will be their support.

The job is very easy.

If Gina made the mistake of calling her mommy,

it means that they are confident.

Six months have passed, and now, they think their lives can be normal.

Wendy!

Wendy!

Come down.

Okay.

Hi.

I dumped my girlfriend.

What?

I mean, I… I couldn't go on like that. I was going crazy. I couldn't.

I felt like I was lying to her.

But... Mm, you're not lying to anyone. Nothing happened between us.

Yeah, but… I keep thinking about you instead of her.

I mean, I wake up and think of you. I can't stop thinking about you.

I start working, and I think about you.

And when I get to bed, I can't stop thinking about you.

It takes me ages to fall asleep.

I think about things we could do, like taking trips on a bike.

- So where are we going? - Well, I don't know.

We could go to Madrid, to the mountains…

Hell, we could go in a helicopter.

- In a helicopter? - Yes, in a helicopter.

Wendy, I don't know if I'll like it when we kiss.

I mean, well, I… I… I mean, maybe we won't ever even kiss at all.

Thing is…

You see, um,

I have no idea if this is going anywhere,

or if we'll crash and burn the second we start.

But I think that I'm in love with you.

I am.

Well…

Here's the booth where Gina made the call to her mother.

They're probably in any one of those villages, so we'll comb the area,

every street, every neighborhood,

every square.

You won't miss anything,

until they turn up.

We'll move to the area and observe them.

- And we'll wait. - But why wait?

We wait for our moment.

You ever watch those big cats hunt?

That's how we do it,

cautious, cunning, and crouching.

This is not about pouncing to show off your big balls,

but small ones, and tight up to your ass.

Like tigers.

I propose a toast to Toni, who cooked this incredible paella.

- Thanks, guys. - Thank you.

- To Toni! - Absolutely.

- My pleasure. - I love you.

- To you girls too, huh? - Okay, and to us.

Really, thanks a lot for the meal. It's great.

In this town, I only get invited to parties with my students,

who are eight years old. You know, they're more into cheese puffs and sodas.

What do you know! Coral was a teacher. You have a lot in common.

Oh, was she?

Not really.

Those were private classes to some girls, for moonlighting jobs.

And a long story.

You guys never tell us stories.

Not long ones or short ones.

How did you end up here, as bakers, in the middle of the desert?

Just did.

- We wanted a change of life. - Mm-hmm.

- Who doesn't? - Right.

Of course.

Yeah, man. When I go to bed, I still reek of gas. It's so gross.

But isn't it difficult to just leave?

Well, you have to be a little irresponsible, like all of us.

Ooh! Or not.

What did you use to do, Gina?

Well, I did anything. Right?

You see what I'm saying? The atmosphere is all tense.

The mystery of the desert girls.

A movie title.

- What are you saying? Come on. - What the…

So, I'll go check on that apple pie.

Oh, fuck.

Well…

I was a CEO at a detergent company.

Detergents, insect repellents, bleach, and such.

And one day,

I was leaving a meeting with my employees, and I went for lunch.

So I walked by a church, and, well,

I had never been to a church since I took my first communion.

But that day, I went in. I went in, and I sat in the front row.

And suddenly, I looked up,

and I saw Jesus looking down at me.

Uh… And I don't know, I felt something.

He was talking to me.

- Jesus? - Yes.

And what did he say?

He said to me, "Girl, you're so unhappy there, in that company,

always in meetings, always launching ridiculous products."

"And what you really want is for it all to be over!"

So… I think he told me,

"Coral,

just quit."

So I, well,

I left after that. Mm-hmm.

And here I am.

If God talks to you, I think you should do what he says.

- Mm-hmm. - Mm.

Your turn, Wendy.

- Tell 'em how you used to be a stewardess. - No!

- Mm-hmm. But save it for later. - Yeah.

An apple pie is not the same without a shot of apple schnapps.

- Yeah. - Shots!

Coral.

- What the fuck was that? - Mm…

I mean, what do you think, that they're idiots?

Or you can tease them like a stranger?

You can't just say whatever comes into your head.

Honey, can you explain to me why you're now talking to God?

And I'm a stewardess?

Oh, it's funny? You can't just lie to my girlfriend like that.

Oh, Wendy, I'm doing you a favor.

I'm sorry? What favor are you doing me?

Putting her mind at ease with a nice, mediocre story

so she won't keep asking about your past for the rest of your life?

But what if we want to tell them the truth?

Huh? Not now, but what about sometime in the future?

Oh, so you wanna tell the truth to Toni?

- Uh… - That you got peed on for money?

And that the son you're carrying is some client's?

And you wanna tell your girlfriend you were tied to a bondage horse

to open up your ass?

Is that what you wanna say? Okay.

- We could tell them we were kidnapped. - Ah.

That it wasn't okay, so we ran away. What's wrong with that?

I've tried to tell Toni the truth since he proposed,

but… I just can't do it.

But I haven't been able to say yes,

because I feel like I'm cheating the love of my life.

Girls,

if you lay our lousy past on the table for them,

you'll ruin everything we've done.

You'll fill your new life with disgusting memories.

It'll ruin the kisses, the breakfasts, the hugs…

Don't you realize?

You'll exchange love for something else.

For pity,

for doubts, for… for compassion.

When they look at you, they see Wendy, they see Gina.

But if you tell them the horror we come from,

what do you think they'll see?

It won't ever feel right. You know that.

The fear we went through will never go away.

I feel it every night.

And I can't sleep.

I can't breathe.

I can't move.

Don't you think you deserve

that by tomorrow when you open your eyes, the fear is gone?

Right?

Well, about going around shooting guns, robbing trucks,

and burying hitmen alive, we can spare them that too, right?

Especially in case they think that those murderers

may show up at their doors any day,

firing guns and wanting their money back, so…

Just make up the story you want, and make it a nice one.

And funny.

So they won't end up reminding you about it.

Okay?

Unless you find the three of them together in a remote place,

I don't want you to open fire.

You will notify Darwin and me.

I don't want you to kill one while the others get away.

We're going to kill all three of them together,

on the spot,

no witnesses.

Let's heal this wound once and for all…

brother.

In that hug,

I was convinced that finding the girls and killing them

was the meaning of my life.

But actually, that was Romeo's goal.

And just like a Third-Reich foot soldier

who's feeling backed up by reason, believing he was doing the right thing.

When in actuality, someone brainwashed his common sense.

Hmm. I spent longer periods in the air than on solid ground.

I flew constantly from Buenos Aires to… to Lima,

to Bogotá, to Chile. Often to Chile.

And you got tired of that life?

I got tired of being called on.

- Hmm? - Hmm?

- Ding! "Stewardess." - Ah.

"A pillow." Ding! "Stewardess, a little blanket."

Ding! Ding! Ding, ding!

People are a bit insufferable.

Well, I got tired of that

and all those dumb pre-flight safety demonstrations.

- Ciao. - Well, I always found that super sexy.

Hmm.

C'mon, go for it.

- Hmm-mm-mm! I wanna see it. - Me too.

- Come on! - Me too. Come on. Do it.

Come on! Do it now! Do it now!

- Do it now! Do it now! - Everybody just calm down.

All right.

Whoo!

Hmm.

Let me see…

Ladies and gentlemen…

there are four exits in this aircraft,

and two… emergency exits.

What the…

Two located in the rear,

two located at the front, and two more over the wings.

In case of loss of pressure in the cabin,

please hold tight onto the stewardess.

Ooh!

Gina, your turn. What did you do?

I had a regular job.

I used to dance in a disco.

And I quit because… the owner was a weirdo.

My life wasn't very glamorous.

I didn't travel around the world.

But I did talk to Christ.

I prayed a lot.

I prayed for many things, but…

he would never answer.

One day, I decided to run away from that.

I couldn't stand working so late and…

drinking when I didn't wanna drink…

…smiling when I didn't wanna smile,

you know?

Putting up with those disgusting perverts…

…who felt that they had some right over you,

that they could do anything they wanted to you because, of course,

you were there and dancing

and singing with all the girls…

as if nothing made you happier.

That's it.

At the start of every month, when Romeo knew

clients had just been paid and their pockets were filled with money,

he would plan a special event, a performance by his girls.

He would open the doors at the appointed time,

and the show would begin.

One time, he had us prepare a song as if we were a schoolgirl choir.

At first, I wondered if he did that to humiliate us,

or if it added to those men's fantasy

of fucking a little schoolgirl.

But it wasn't that.

The thing was,

that taking part in that farce implied that we were saying to the client,

"We are accomplices to this wicked game."

"We are in agreement. You can fuck us without feeling guilty."

Such an amusing and fun performance

couldn't possibly be the prologue to a mass rape every night.

Is that how many days you were in prison?

These aren't days.

They're my little jobs.

Why different colors?

This way, I can tell them apart by countries.

Colombians are red, Mexicans are green, and the blue ones…

I couldn't figure out where they came from.

Now, if you don't mind, can you turn around?

What for?

Because it's one thing to look at my tattoos,

it's another…

to look at my dick.

I know what you're into, my brother.

Come on. Turn around. Turn around.

What the fuck are you saying?

I'm not saying anything. I respect it.

I'm a hitman from the 21st century.

I know people.

Boys who like boys. Girls who like girls.

Except it's not me.

But it's all right.

Even if I was,

well, you… are the boss's boy.

You're being awfully smug for someone who's got it all wrong.

I saw how he took your little hand.

And you looked happy,

feeling lucky, so in love.

You live in his house.

You cook for him,

pick up his daughters from school.

Besides, you wanted to steal his money, and he forgave you.

Such a betrayal…

is only forgiven because of love.

Let me make a couple of things very clear.

Sure, Romeo may be my family,

my brother,

but I don't fuck him or get fucked by him.

Something like that will never happen between us.

Second,

you are here to kill those three bitches,

not to walk around butt naked showing those shitty decals you have,

or to show me your dick,

and much less to gossip about my life.

So shut your big mouth,

or I'll have to pull your tongue out with some pliers

to make you finish your fucking job in silence.

Do you understand?

I got you.

But I'll just tell you one last thing.

And then I'll shut up.

I don't trust you.

You're the kind of guy

that has my ass today.

Tomorrow, he fucks my wife and steals my money.

Just like you did to Romeo.

In this business,

he who betrays one time

will do it again.

- More margaritas, girls? - Yeah.

Well, the two of us are going to bed.

- No! - Oh, yes.

I can't stay awake, and my ankles are really hurting me.

But anyway, you have fun.

- Good night. - Night. Hmm.

Good night.

- And we...? - Yeah. Right?

- Mm-hmm. - Yeah.

Okay.

Have a good night. Don't clean up. We can do it tomorrow.

- Uh-huh. - Okay.

- Have fun. - Ciao.

- Bye, guys. - Ciao.

What an exodus.

- That's love. - Oh…

Yes.

Well, don't worry about the waiter, okay?

The bar is open all night.

Thanks.

- Hey, Pau. - Mm-hmm?

Would you mind if we hit "pause" and leave this for another night?

You know, I had so many margaritas and all those shots, that I'm a bit…

Yeah.

Sure. Don't worry.

Well, I'm a bit drunk too. And I need to get up early tomorrow.

- Thank you. - Nah.

Well.

Um…

You know, tomorrow when I'm teaching and my class deals with my hangover,

I won't stop thinking about the baker who talks to God.

All right.

Ciao.

Ciao.

I had a business, some wonderful friends,

a house where we held awesome dinner parties…

I even had someone I liked who made me laugh.

Pau could become my partner.

But instead of asking him to stay and spend the night with me,

I would throw him out of the house.

And I would start remembering all the awful things in my life

and replaying them in my head like a video on repeat.

I remembered the wildest scenes of humiliation,

as if I wanted to punish myself for being unable to live,

for being unable to sleep,

for being unable to date a lovely guy,

for fooling my friends

and making them believe I had not taken drugs for six months.

I relived every episode.

So this is a bachelor party, hmm?

What do you want?

A striptease for all of you?

A private session for the groom?

Do you know about bukkake?

And reliving those awful things,

the countless list of things that made me feel sick about myself,

was simply to provoke anguish and anxiety.

And then,

taking drugs was a necessary escape.

Why are you cleaning?

It's just… I couldn't sleep.

Too many shots. My bed was rocking like a boat.

Hmm.

- Pau didn't stay over? - Mm-hmm.

He's nice, yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah, he's lovely.

But I prefer to be alone.

Are you okay?

Mm-hmm.

So how are you and Greta?

Good, I like her. A lot.

I like her a lot.

You do?

Yeah.

Yes, I, uh...

I can't explain it. I like her…

She's just so tender.

She came over here on her bicycle, all excited…

In that moment,

when I was listening to Wendy while high as a kite,

I had a revelation.

I realized what my problem was,

the reason why I couldn't be happy like my friends.

A line separated me and them.

And it was a substantial and diverse line,

formed by all the shit I had taken throughout my life. And then I understood.

My problem was not the club, nor self-esteem,

but the fact that I had been an addict for six years.

I thought I got high to erase the pain.

But my addiction was actually so strong

that I needed to find reasons to keep myself hooked.

It was a vicious cycle.

The more pain I felt, the more harshness in my life,

the more excuses I had to use tranquilizers, cocaine, opium…

That is why I couldn't be happy.

That is why I showed Pau the door,

instead of letting him stay and dancing with him.

- Because I needed to get high. - I want to live like that.

And it's better to be alone to do that.

That's great, Wendy. I… I'm so happy for you.

Really, I am.

Well, thanks.

But you!

Huh?

Six months clean, you dumbass!

Coral, I'm very proud of you.

So proud of you.

You're being so strong.

Do you know how scared I was?

I never knew if I would find you… drowned in the bath

or having crashed your damn car.

Or if you would overdose, and I would have to stick a needle in you to save you.

I was scared to death…

of something going wrong.

That is over.

It's over, okay?

What is it?

I do.

Do what?

I do. Yes, I wanna marry you.

I want you to be the father of this child, and I want to choose plan B.

That was the last night we had a chance of a better life.

But we didn't know it.

Hey.

Wanna go to the beach and watch the sunrise?

Because at dawn, our luck would change completely.

Why didn't you cook beans for both of us?

If you cook, you should cook for two.

When I cook, I cook for two.

- Get it? - Mm-hmm.

Sure.

You can make a list of your favorite dishes.

Got it?

It's a joke, man.

If one day, you think A,

and the next day, you think B,

and your brain is a pendulum,

what are you?

A trapeze artist.

Whatever, man.

You buried those girls under a block of cement.

But then, you went and dug them up.

You stole money from your boss.

But then, you went and lived with him.

One day, you do one thing.

The next day, you do another.

Tra…

peze

ar…

tist.

I don't give a fuck about your opinion.

I know. I know.

Listen, brother, I know that nobody likes to hear about their mental illnesses.

It's hard.

Know what you should do?

Take lithium.

I mean, this… this job, it makes you unstable.

You know, I don't take it now.

Okay? But… I know it's good for you.

You see? You're laughing.

You're threatening me, then you're laughing.

You threaten, you laugh…

You point a gun to my head, then tomorrow you ask me to be friends on Facebook.

Do you realize? Can you see it?

You fall in love with Romeo's little bitch.

You wanna kill her, but you don't. You set her free.

And then, it's her who kills your little brother! Bang!

Well, from what I heard,

that Christian guy needed some lithium and did too much heroin.

And she killed him!

She did him a favor!

Motherfucker.

Hey, if you ever talk about me or my family, I'll shoot you.

And if you shoot me first,

you won't have time to get your mark tattooed.

Do you know why, asshole?

Because I'm sending your pictures from your passports to some friends.

So if you do that, you won't leave Spain alive.

Why do you get so upset?

It was just a little joke.

You have a poor sense of humor.