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Seeing Wendy that morning flicked a light on in my head.

A tiny light,

red.

It grew more and more intense,

disturbing.

I remembered everything.

My brother, Namibia, the taxi company we were going to open,

and the girlfriends we were going to have. But mainly, my brother.

The life we wanted was so close.

And Wendy and her friends shattered that by firing a bullet into him.

We can strangle her right here, right now.

Untie me.

Let me do my job and we can leave.

Why the fuck won't you let me go?

Why don't you just shut the fuck up?

What? Do you wanna take all the credit?

You want it all?

That little light activated my shark instinct.

The shark can live peacefully for six months in an aquarium.

But as soon as it smells blood and gets to the sea, it has to kill.

Damn bitches.

I can't walk in heels.

Honey, you're like 4'8".

If you had Rubí's legs, it'd be different.

Well,

you should've drunk more milk when you were a kid.

- Come on. - Come on, love. Hold on to me.

If all the rest of us can do it, you can too. Come.

Don't look down at your feet. Keep looking in front of you.

There, that's good. Like that. Just like that.

A little step, then another.

- And you lean completely to the right. - Rubí.

Yeah?

You got children?

No. At least not yet.

Hmm.

'Cause you're so maternal.

Tell me.

Guess what.

I've found the girls.

Moisés, my brother, my fucking guardian angel.

Where are they?

They've rented a house just in front of a Civil Guard station.

There are two guards at the door, but don't worry.

The three of them have to leave at some point.

And then,

we'll get them.

Okay, listen to me.

Tell Beefcake and the others I don't want them around drawing attention.

- This time, we do it right. - Okay.

How are things with Darwin?

Imagine it like a fucking honeymoon.

Two guys driving around Almería in an RV. You can't ask for more.

Great!

Okay, girls, this is the auxiliary regulator.

And it's important that it's attached here.

And then the connecting tube to the trachea, okay?

Okay, yeah.

Ah, I got it.

Okay, girls. You got this, yeah?

Okay.

Gina.

The other day didn't seem like the right moment, but…

There's something I can't get out of my head,

and I need to ask you about it.

Ask away.

The father of the child…

Hmm?

And what do you wanna know?

Does he know… that you're pregnant?

He does.

I told him, but he wasn't as enthusiastic as I had hoped he would be, but…

Yeah.

Mm.

I met him at work.

Hmm.

And it was kind of frowned upon to get pregnant.

Because of the dancing with a big belly, you know?

Yeah.

Sure, sure.

Then you changed your whole life for your child?

Yes.

Yes.

Toni!

C'mon, cover it.

Coming!

Okay.

Okay.

Just then, I realized that my son was the origin of everything.

He gave me the courage to flee an unjust life

and gave the three of us strength to fight against those who followed us.

He gave us the strength to fight to be free.

And after so much torture, we'd finally made it.

I had a new life, soaking my feet with my family in a swimming pool.

If my baby hadn't given me the courage to confront Romeo,

the story would've been much different, as it was for many girls in the club.

Guys, time's up now.

Brigitte.

Come to my office, please.

Okay. I'll get changed and meet you.

What the fuck are you gonna wear? A suit?

You work naked. You can talk to your boss naked.

Come on, honey.

This bikini is so cute.

Raise your arms.

Oh, you're so swollen.

- You're obviously pregnant, you dimwit. - Romeo, I didn't know.

A client tied me up, and I couldn't see. I didn't see him take off the condom.

You didn't feel it?

- No. - You're a professional, Brigitte.

So you know you should have a pussy sensitive enough

to realize if you're being fucked without a condom or not.

Your health depends on it.

I swear to you. I never thought that this could happen.

Come on, sit down. Come on. My God.

Romeo, I will pay the whole debt.

After the kid is born, I'll pay everything I owe you, really.

And when the baby is born,

do I take it home and feed it while you work at the club?

No, we could put a little cradle in the round bed.

No, honey. It's just not possible.

- You'll get an abortion. - No. No, no, no, no, please.

- I can't. I'm against it. - Okay.

And I've been pregnant for a while now. I'm already five months along.

The baby is big!

That's why we can't go to the hospital.

We'll do it here.

- No. - Yes, honey.

We have an OR downstairs for these cases.

You're not the first irresponsible girl we've had. Hmm?

Besides, do you really wanna have the baby of some guy who bought you?

I escaped from the club to save my son's life.

And in doing it,

he saved me.

What's up, assholes?

You look so formal on this video call.

Hey, do you want a fried egg or anything?

No, sweetheart.

Thanks a lot.

My pleasure, Romeo.

You've been there for a week. What d'you got?

They rarely come out. And the three never do at once.

Well, they'll come out. To eat, to swim, to dance… Whatever.

They order in food every fucking day

from an oriental restaurant in the town over.

Coral goes out the most. She's changed, Romeo.

She has a new haircut, wears a velvet eye patch…

- Velvet? - Yeah, blood-red.

What a bitch. She has good taste in eye patches. Fucker.

Where does she go?

To take cakes to the bakery they have.

Bakery? They're bakers now?

It's a front, Romeo, to launder your money.

They make cakes and bread,

and then they take the money to the bank, rounding it up with your money.

That's how they do it.

She's so smart.

- Well, she went to university, right? - She thinks she's got it all planned.

The money you made selling their holes is now coming back to them.

Uh, did I just get that right?

It's kind of divine justice, right?

Do you believe in karma? Or what do you call it?

We call it "three fugitive bitches stealing money from their pimp."

And that's what's gonna get 'em killed.

I really like this guy. He's good.

Well, what I'll do is get into that house

and put a bullet into each of their heads.

And if that other girl is there or those two guys that come in,

six bullets. I mean, fuck it.

We're 20 meters away from the Civil Guard.

You can't do that.

Do you know what this is?

A silencer.

Do you know what it's for? To silence. Or else, it wouldn't be called that.

All right, calm down. We're not that desperate. We'll wait ten days.

Let's see if karma is on our side.

The three of them might leave together.

Hey, where the fuck are you going?

Shopping.

What the fuck is this?

I'm gonna place a camera in the girls' house.

Take that off.

Are you going to the bakers' house?

Yeah.

- They said you disrespected them. - What?

Every time you take food, you check them out.

And you act like an asshole.

Mm. No, no, not at all. I…

- Are they lying? Are they lying, then? - No, I just deliver...

What?

Uh…

I guess not. It's just that I...

Look.

Let's do something here. Every time you take them an order,

you smile.

- Okay. - You don't say anything.

Don't look at their tits. Don't look at their tits, man.

And bring a present.

A little present every day.

- What do you have? You got a key ring? - Hmm.

- No, no, they don't give us anything. - Shit, what a crappy delivery service.

Let me see if I can help.

Take this.

Don't tell the girls about this.

Yeah, of course.

I wanna ask one of 'em out.

But I'm taking my time.

- Well, good luck to you, then. - All right. Go.

You pat him on the back and give him a present?

That's not it.

It's to spy so we know when they're leaving.

And what happens if we murder them?

What will the police do when they discover the camera inside the cat?

They'll go for the boy.

And what will he say? That some moron gave it to him on the side of the road.

And what will the police do then?

They'll trace all phones that were in the area recently.

And what happens when they realize one phone made lots of calls in Tenerife?

Specifically, to the pimp they escaped from six months ago.

You're putting me in danger, you asshole.

What the fuck?

What are you doing?

It's okay.

Shh.

Let him go.

No. I'm not letting him go because he knows what we look like.

For him, we're two strangers in this place.

- That right? - No, no, no…

- You're normal guys. Tourists. - Fine. Get out.

No. Don't move.

He's Moisés, and I'm Darwin. And no, we're not tourists.

We're hitmen from the Club Las Novias in Tenerife.

And we're here to kill those three bakers

that were prostitutes before they ran away.

And before they put a bullet in his little brother.

Christian, wasn't it?

Rest in peace.

And now you may leave.

He…

But he told me I could go now.

Well, now you can't.

- No, don't do anything to me, please. - Shh. Shh.

Hey!

Have you seen my glass cutter?

Here it is.

Look at it. I found it.

Why aren't you Chinese?

Come again?

You work at a Chinese restaurant, no?

- It… Oh, oh, yeah, yeah. - So why, then?

Mm, because, well, it's an older family, and…

- They have just one son and… - Mm-hmm.

And I help them a lot because I know all the towns on the coast and then, um…

So you wanna be Chinese?

No.

Yeah.

I don't know. I really don't care. I…

Come here.

No, no, please.

- No, no. No, please don't. Please don't. - Shh.

- Please don't. - Put your head in.

I promise I won't say anything.

I'll just leave, and I won't tell anyone. I won't say anything.

If you don't go in there, I'll put your head in myself.

Without your body.

Careful.

Mm, slowly.

A little collar made of foil

so the radiation doesn't leak out the sides here.

We don't want it to reach me.

Mm, let's tape this down here.

What do you prefer,

medium or high?

I was never mean to the girls there. I swear...

Okay, then. High.

You tell me everything that happens, exactly as it happens.

Oh, it burns. Yeah, it burns. Oh, it burns. Ah!

- What else? - My tongue is swelling!

What the fuck did you do?

It takes 34 seconds for a human head to explode in a microwave.

On high.

- Do we have any cleaners? - What kind of brainless asshole are you?

You cooked his fucking head to death.

Why would you torture him when he did nothing?

To kill him.

What do you care how I do it?

You should have shot him.

But you wouldn't do it.

The difference between us is that I enjoy what I do.

I'm an artist.

My deaths are artistic.

And you have to enjoy it because otherwise, this job will kill you.

I think I told you that.

And then, I realized I was the loser in this story.

- And cut. - Oh!

- Yeah! Whoo! - Oh, no.

I used to do it to save my brother.

And now I was saving that piece of shit that didn't deserve to be saved.

Since the beginning of this story, things had changed for me.

But they had changed for the worse.

- Going to bed? - Yeah.

- Me too. - And Coral was worse off too.

Night.

That night, seeing her taking drugs in secret

and dancing alone in an empty room,

I saw her life was no party.

And I saw myself in her indulgence.

We were both united by a miserable life we couldn't escape.

So I guess, in the end, we were the losers…

…together,

but separated by a screen.

And then, despite my unstoppable urge to kill her,

I started feeling an immense tenderness for her.

Good morning.

Daddy is here with breakfast.

Hmm.

Good morning, guys.

- Did you sleep well? - Yes, we did.

- We've been up for a bit. - Did you make coffee? Thanks.

I need some.

I love that robe. Hey, love.

- Oh, this is nice. - Mm.

There's more sugar here if you want.

- It's okay. - Put a bit.

What's this, my love?

Champagne for… breakfast?

I like Toni.

This is to celebrate your baptism of the sea, ladies.

Forecast is good for Saturday. Don't worry, you can do this.

It's a simple dive, 12, 15 meters at the most.

I'll take you somewhere amazing.

A submerged wreck 15 miles off the island of San Andrés.

- It'll blow your fricking mind. - Yeah, amazing.

- Yes, sir. I'll have a glass. - You're going to be experts.

Now it's time.

- Moisés. - Romeo, the girls are going out on a boat.

We'll have them 15 miles off the coast on Saturday.

All three.

That's wonderful.

A massacre at sea.

What a finale for us.