Original subtitles

[speaking Spanish]

GOMEZ: You've done this operation before?

- One time? - Many times.

- Why are you locked up in here? - GEMMA: If you want to live,

then your one option is escape.

[gunshots]

If you want to escape, then your one option, it's me.

KAI: There's a "shoot on sight" order out on us.

- We need to lie low. - Sorry about the chair.

KAI: If they find us, we're dead.

- [mine chirps] - [explosion]

[speaking Spanish]

I have, um, an indecent proposal for you two.

You guys, you want to escape, right?

- [latin music playing] - [gunfire]

[guard speaking Spanish]

???

- [banging] - [girl shouting in Spanish]

Huh?

Vamos!

[girl shouting in Spanish]

[firecrackers exploding]

Jesus!

[guns clicks]

[shouts in Spanish]

[shouts in Spanish]

[shouts in Spanish]

[door clicks]

[gasping]

Well done, Clem.

[speaking in Spanish]

You need to get cleaned up, Clem.

Go back to my place.

Help yourself to whatever you like from my wardrobe.

Then get straight back. Keep Gomez alive.

Miguel?

[eerie music]

- [groans] - [gasps]

- [stabbing] - [groaning]

[wheezing]

[coughing]

[flesh squishing]

RYAN: Why did we leave Kai out there?

STU: What would we have done, Ry?

[gunfire]

RYAN: It's a good ring, mate. I mean, Look. Look.

[insects buzzing]

[speaking in Spanish]

[grunts]

- This better be a good plan. - Oh, it's a really good plan.

[keys rattling]

Good.

Because I'm supposed to be operating

on some Nosferatu-looking dude called Gomez right now.

- And when I don't show up... - Gomez?

- Yeah. - Like, now?

- Yeah! - That's perfect.

[gasps]

No.

Gemma. No.

Gemma! Gemma. No. Please.

Gemma! Please! Stop!

Fuck! [whimpering]

STU: Please. We're hardly spoilt for options,

but we need to know what we're doing.

What it is exactly that we... you want us to do.

Shh! I told you when I offered you the phone

in the minefields.

It's a one-time offer.

Either you're in, right now, or you're out. Understand?

I have arranged a boat that will take me

and whoever I want out of here.

KAI: Boys, don't fucking leave me out here!

Please, I wanna live! Get me out!

But escaping this country, it's not cheap. Okay?

And I also overheard that you needed

one of these, no? Hmm?

So that means that I'm going to rob the cocaine factory.

And you two are going to help me carry lots of coke away.

There are tunnels under Puerco Negro,

right under this prison.

How do we get under the prison and into the tunnels?

There are two ways.

You can either die or get killed.

They will take your dead body and throw it

from the roof, down the chimney...

Oh, right.

...inside a room infested with the dead

who could afford to be buried.

Or you can go my way.

You go with me because there's a secret passage.

And if you go that way, there's a sneakier way, okay?

Okay. If you are fucking in, it's my rules, understand?

Mine.

Otherwise, you will end up like your friends before you.

MAN: So...[clears throat]

No, I don't think that'll be that easy.

Ant's ring. We could go back for it.

Ant's ring.

We could... We could get it back, like you said.

What?

We could do that for Ruby and the kids.

That would... That would mean something.

That would fucking mean something, wouldn't it?

So, uh, getting the ring back

isn't gonna change anything, is it?

Everyone's dead, Stu.

Everyone's dead.

I just wanted to get married, Ry.

I'm sorry.

[inhales]

I'm not a fucking psychopath, right?

Wait.

Stu!

That's what he says now. Fuck him.

He's not really worth it. Come on, let's go.

You can't just fucking leave him.

Do you know how close we are to escape?

You could be home in your cold and rainy London.

Or you can stand there and get your head blown off by a bullet

while waiting for your friend who put you in here.

[speaking Spanish]

[Spanish continues]

Are you his man or are you your own man?

Because if you don't want to help me,

I'm gonna do it by myself.

So fucking do it.

And I'm from Essex, you twat.

[speaking Spanish]

[shouting in Spanish]

[gunfire]

Stu, you're gonna get us fucking shot.

[gunshot]

I've got it. I've got it.

- [gunshot] - RYAN: Fuckin' Christ!

Go! Go, go, go!

We had a plan. We had a... We had a plan!

[panting]

Shit. Shit. Shit.

What the fuck is this?

Gomez is waiting.

What are you doing back in here?

I, um... I...

Where's Gemma?

I don't know. I came back and she was gone.

I just want a status check.

We still...

You know, the terms to the deal still apply,

and this hasn't, you know, changed anything

in terms of what we agreed, right?

Thanks to you, I currently have a one-eyed man

operating on a fucking king, do you understand?

You see this through, you do a good job,

then we might discuss status.

Is this about him or about Gemma?

[door creaks]

SELMA:

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Let's just slow down and talk, okay?

- CLEM: Let's just talk! - [shouting in Spanish]

- Let's just talk, hmm? - [gun clicks]

[screaming]

[screaming]

[yelling]

Enough! Stop it!

Get up.

Good, Clem. Give me back my gun.

Don't give her the fucking gun.

What the fuck have you done with Gomez?

Ask him yourself if you can find him.

Place was like this when I arrived.

This and a bunch of kids outside.

- Bullshit! - Fuck you.

Fuck you. Fuck you!

Clem, give me the fucking gun! You can trust me!

- [scoffs] - Her? She's a snake.

- She locked you in that cell. - So did you.

[tense music]

What? What's in the fridge?

It's a tunnel. Leads to the coast.

Told you I had a plan, didn't I?

So, why aren't you gone already?

Because it looks... different.

What? What does that mean?

Hey!

Something's up, right?

[speaking in Spanish]

Oi! You're saying there's a tunnel beneath us

that leads to the sea? Correct? Out of here?

Good. Get in there and lead me to it.

- Or what? - [gun cocks]

You, too. Fucking Cruella.

You're coming n'all.

Making me what, a hostage?

Before long, my men are following us in

and killing you where you stand.

Your men sounded busy.

[speaking Spanish]

[gunshot]

Let's go. Girls trip.

[tense music]

Let's get fucking out of here.

Pl-Please, please, please. I thought we had a deal.

[whispering] Shut up. Shut the fuck up.

- It's all good. - [shouting in Spanish]

- Stu, calm it down. - It's all right.

No more games, huh?

I've seen you leave your other friends behind.

Tell me, how much does this one mean to you?

RYAN: Stu, please.

Some of us have bigger plans than you can realize.

Okay? And you are not going to fuck this up for me.

I won't. I won't. I swear.

I'll do anything you want.

[exhales]

Jesus Christ.

I didn't know what to do.

I can see that.

You didn't do anything.

You didn't do fucking anything.

[exhales]

Let's go. I won't let you mess this up for me.

Come on! Come on this way.

[ominous music]

[Selma speaking Spanish]

STU: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.

Thought you said nobody would be here.

Preoccupied, you said.

He don't look very fucking preoccupied, does he?

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

See that door behind him?

We're gonna need to get through it.

STU: Well, what's the plan then?

You'll have to figure it out, okay?

GEMMA: Stop fucking shoveling me.

CLEM: Don't. Why don't we start?

SELMA: I'll start.

Help me, Clem.

CLEM: I want no funny... Aah!

Answers. Now.

Because she wouldn't put holes in you, Selma.

But me? I would fucking love to.

What the fuck is going on down here?

Why the emergency lights?

Because there's been an emergency, genius.

The power surged.

She's telling the truth... about that much...

So, why that look on your face?

- Do you think it's out? - Is what out?

Answer!

I'm trying to find some sign of Gomez.

I'm... I'm trying to see if Gomez could be down here.

So, what's that then? Why the look on your face?

Gemma is scared of El Ni�o.

Gemma's scared of what?

Shut up! Both of you. Walk.

Yes? Quietly.

[tense music]

[rustling]

[grunting]

- [gunshot] - [Ryan gasps]

Fuck.

Fuck, mate. You killed him.

What did you do?

What the fuck are you two waiting for?

Let's hide the body.

Fuck.

[sighs, exhales]

[door creaking]

[door closes]

Avoid anything piled on the right.

[smacks lips] Yes, leave it. That's their step-down stuff.

What, so, stick to the left?

Yes, stick to the left.

Right, not right. Yes? It's right.

Take these bricks here.

Quickly. Load it all up. We might not have much time.

Okay, maybe we have problems.

Oh, do... What... We have, do we?

There used to be wheelbarrows and bicycles

and even a pallet truck over there.

What, so, what? We can't fucking move it?

You said you had a plan.

Well, I think... I think th-that that part of it

would've factored pretty fucking crucial

to any part of your plan!

So, what the fuck are we doing?

- [door slams] - Shh.

[Luba humming]

Hide.

Hide.

Hide. Hide!

GEMMA: Shut up.

You should see about that leg quickly

if you plan on keeping it.

I mean, she probably is right.

You can shut up, too.

You're slowing us down.

- Agreed? - No more talking. Just walk.

Just let me have a look at your leg.

Yeah?

[Gemma screaming]

Right! Right! What the fuck is El Ni�o?

It's a beast...

that lives beneath the prison in this tunnel.

It's a beast?

Is this a fucking joke?

Coked-up drug lords like exotic animals for pets, right?

But it got too big.

It's normally locked up when people are using the tunnel

so that people can use the tunnel.

That thing eats the dead people.

And it's... in here? With us?

No. Close by.

Locked up.

Probably.

[ominous music]

Well, then I really do need to have a look.

What?

We need to fix your fucking leg

because you're slowing us down.

Move. Over there.

The fact is, I'm not interested in you attracting that thing

with an open fucking wound.

So...

- [whimpering] - Sorry.

Talk to me about what we do if it appears.

- Talk to me! - [groans]

Sorry.

Don't look it in the eyes.

Didn't you tell me once there was a song?

The song is in Spanish. She doesn't speak it.

I doubt she sings it.

Don't look it in the eyes.

Better, guarita?

Or do you need a little hug too before you're ready to carry on?

Keep talking, witch, see what happens.

What is this between you two?

[man speaking in Spanish]

[clattering]

[clattering continues]

Fine. Silence is probably preferable

under the circumstances.

[distant screaming]

Se�or Gomez?

If it was free again, I would know.

Again?

[screeching music]

[somber music]

[speaking in Spanish]

No, no, no, no! Get off her!

[speaking in Spanish]

What the fuck is going on?

[snaps]

Huh?

[clattering]

RYAN: How are we supposed to fucking shift this?

[clattering]

Eh!

Grab this bag, Essex.

Try loading the coke into it.

Come on, do it.

[Luba speaking Spanish]

RYAN: How many are we supposed to do?

Guys, now try to pick the bag up. Come on.

- What? - Come on! Come on!

Try to run with it!

[shuffling]

STU: Three, two, one. Let's go.

[Ryan grunting] Fucking shit.

Fucking...

Fuck!

STU: What the fuck are we doing, Ry?

- RYAN: Lift quieter! - Shush!

Eh. Eh.

STU: We can't carry this lot out of here.

RYAN: You couldn't if you were made out of fucking...

- The tape here, use it. - What for?

Start taping the coke to yourselves! Come on.

Is he serious?

And make sure that you can run! Come on!

[sighs]

Just do what he says and we'll be all right.

- BRANCO: Luba! - Fuck it.

[banging]

[Branco yelling in Spanish]

- Fuck. - What now? What the fuck now?

Gomez?

Gomez!

You do know where you're going, don't you?

Do you want to survive, right?

Well, how far to this thing's cage?

Close. Close to here.

Any sense in us turning around?

[rustling]

What? What are you saying?

Can we, for once, talk in English?

[sighs]

[deep growling]

Fucking run!

No! No! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!

[shouting in Spanish]

[knocking]

- [door clicks] - [gasps]

[creature roaring]

The fuck are we supposed to do now?

When will we even know if it's gone?

- [lights click] - What the fuck?

Is he supposed to be dead?

[banging]

She just told the whole prison where we are.

Now her people really will be coming.

Not good.

Calm. Calm.

[Branco sniffing]

[man on radio]

CLEM: What have you done? Now what?

If we stay here, we're fucked.

Her people could very well be on their way.

Excuse me? If we leave here, we're fucked.

Have you forgotten what we are running from?

Shoot her, Clem. Now. Please.

Just give me the gun and I'll fucking shoot her.

We'll need bait.

Maybe we can lure it back to its cage.

But we'd need bait.

And what does bait look like?

It looks human.

- She... - What?

...is useless. Let her go out, lure it back in.

Nice try.

SELMA: Gomez wasn't there. He might be alive.

So you can operate on him, and our deal stands!

But Gemma? Expendable.

See that? See? Huh?

She betrayed you! Remember?

- I didn't betray her! - Oh, come on!

You think I don't know you locked her in your room

and bolted?

I told her I had a plan.

I know you needed her to operate on Gomez.

Please. My guess is you just fucked me over.

I was being held captive.

In one room for years.

She had it sweet.

Linen bed sheets, fresh fruit.

I fucking spoiled you.

I wasn't supposed to be here at all.

I literally did nothing wrong.

They were going to set me free.

[romantic music]

SELMA:

GEMMA: But I was never supposed to be here.

I was... in love.

I thought I was in love.

- [scoffs] - The bastard treat me... He...

It was not... What?

You thought you were in love.

He planted drugs on you.

That's all you were for.

Then he fucked you.

Then I came along

and showed you who you could really be.

You kidnapped me, Selma.

And why? Why?

Because you were lonely. Just plain old lonely.

Fucking pathetic.

[woman vocalizing]

???

From here on out, no more Spanish.

Look. I think it's getting closer.

[lights crackling]

Thank God. Now we have bait.

Her. He can fucking have her and we can run.

It's still you, Selma.

[sniffles]

Pucker up. Your turn to get fucked.

[intriguing music]

What's the plan?

Don't know. Don't know, man. I don't know.

He said it was a boat, right? There's a boat coming.

So if we could just get on a boat, then we can...

Or we could just go back in there with what's-his-name.

Oh, do you want to go back in there, do you?

No, I don't want to go back in there.

He's probably dead anyway.

The fucking roof, Ry. That's what he said.

He said there was a room connected to the tunnels

where they throw the bodies down.

What, is that the plan?

Mate, if that was the fucking plan,

then wouldn't that have been the plan from the start?

It's a way up there, isn't it?

I mean, we can get to the roof. We can do that.

We still have coke to pay for the guy.

Yeah. Exactly.

Well, fucking, we can't just mosey through the prison

like this, can we?

We'll be dead men walking.

You're not gonna like this.

But then, you don't need to like it, do you? Fuck you.

[shuffling]

Come on, Selma. Chop chop.

Wait.

Is this too far? Too insane?

Fuck you. Fuck your pity.

If I'm the bait, then I'm the bait.

I am the bait.

You're fucking afraid. Just you, not me.

Okay, you're not afraid.

CLEM: So, let's go.

If we go, she'll just come back in here and lock the door.

So I don't want you to lock it in here.

Where I want you to lock it is back in its cage.

[speaking in Spanish]

Don't look it in the eyes.

[wheel creaks]

[creature roaring]

GEMMA: Get that thing back in its cage.

You owe me, Selma.

[clanging]

[distant rattling]

[panting]

[distant roaring]

[singing in Spanish]

[door creaking]

[singing continues]

[stomping]

[growling]

[singing continues]

[grunting]

[singing continues]

[Latin folk music]

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