PRIVATE STRIPTEASES
I'm my pimp's favorite hooker.
I used to be a housewife and, before that, a biologist.
So it's difficult to explain how I got here.
My pimp's name is Romeo.
He's the second-biggest bastard I know.
This is my club.
We spend our nights on a red leatherette sofa,
trying to look wonderful enough
for some despicable guys to make love to us.
Do you want me to lick your nuts, honey?
Charlotte!
She's Charlotte.
Hi, sweetie.
The madam.
-What do you have there? -Barbecue.
You're living it up!
The only woman in the club who gets paid for not sleeping with anyone.
There's always a day when your life gets torn in half.
And this was that day.
But, like with earthquakes, we didn't see it coming.
And it's odd to see a "Closed due to bereavement" sign
on the door of a brothel.
For us,
it just was our first day off in the last 15 months.
THE BRIDES CLUB
Let's go, girls.
No one from the town has come to say goodbye to Clarita.
Shall I go get some?
What will you do, Christian? Pay people to come to a funeral?
It's because of the whorehouses.
-Where's the priest? -Shall I go find him?
Tenerife is an island that has many good things:
the beach, the eternal summer, and a lot of people passing through.
So the first time I went into the club,
I knew it was a good place to hide.
It says here that
you have a college degree.
Biology.
Yes, biology.
-So, have you worked as a hooker before? -No, sir.
You know, people think that anyone can do this.
But you must have a calling for it.
Tell me, do you have the calling to suck my dick right now
and make it a masterpiece?
Of course I do.
But I'm not going to.
No?
And why not?
Because I don't like to start a job, mixing my professional and personal life.
I have always been a little squeamish.
So when someone asks what it's like being a hooker,
I say, "Imagine you don't like being touched,
you don't even like sharing a bottle of water with anyone,
and now imagine sticking the index fingers of 25 or 30 people
in your mouth every day."
"All kinds of fingers. Ones with long nails, short nails,
dirty nails, yellowed fingertips,
ones that stink of onion, cigarettes, or food you can't even identify."
"And you suck them devotedly."
CLOSED DUE TO BEREAVEMENT
Ladies,
I want you to get ready.
Business as usual.
We must go on.
I'm so sorry about your wife.
Poor Clarita.
She hated the clubs.
I paid for expensive trips,
expensive clothes, expensive jewelry,
anything to make her feel that my girls worked for her too,
not just for me.
But even so, it really upset her.
It must've been hard for her.
Today's a painful day.
-I need affection. -No, don't. Now's not the time, Romeo.
How much do you want? Two thousand euros?
No.
Romeo.
I need to talk to you.
It's important.
I'll leave you to it.
The 5,400 euros I owe you.
We're square now, aren't we?
Let me see.
G…
Gina.
Here you are.
Indeed, 5,400 euros.
On April 14th.
Travel expenses
and an advance for your family.
Can I have my passport, please?
However, you've kept spending.
"Condoms,
2,327 euros."
"Lube, 1,352 euros."
"Hair and makeup, 2,490 euros."
"Lingerie, six outfits, 810 euros."
But, Romeo, the lingerie was a gift from you.
Who the fuck do you think you are for me to gift you lingerie? My wife?
Red thongs are your work tools.
Altogether, you owe me 6,979 euros.
Look, fine.
I'll pay you that money. I will.
-Shall I sign something? -What? In front of a notary?
Please, Romeo.
Look, I need to get away.
I'm not feeling well. I'm not well, really. Please.
Give me some time off.
God gives you whores time off with your menses.
Four days a month, fifty days of vacation.
-Like a schoolteacher. -I'm leaving.
Whether you like it or not.
Do you hear me, you son of a bitch?
I invested in you! I brought you here!
I taught you a trade. And I gave you money for Carlitos' school,
and for your mom's surgery.
I wasn't a son of a bitch then, was I?
You're not leaving.
Because with this money,
I can pay a hit man to put your mom back in a wheelchair
and fuck Carlitos in the ass the same day.
You'll leave once you've settled your debt.
Is that clear?
Look, let's make a--
Listen.
I love this sound.
The ice cubes… clinking in the whiskey.
It relaxes me.
Let me go!
What are you doing? Drop that!
Romeo, you'll kill her!
Of course I will.
Coral!
These are my friends, Gina and Wendy.
We met at the club.
The whole night.
When you arrive, you think you're ready for anything.
But there are always surprises.
Up.
I want two of you to kiss each other.
And I want the other one to turn around, so I can stick it down her throat.
Turn around.
And although we've bonded over being in awful situations,
I never imagined that one September night, we'd leave two corpses in our wake.
Open your mouth.
This was the first one.
Let's go.
Come on.
Gina, get behind me.
Let's go.
-Hey. -Hi.
Wendy. Where are you going?
Hurry up.
-Come on, girls! -Shit, it's Charlotte. Run!
To the car!
Come on.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
Romeo?
We killed Romeo.
We don't know that. He might be unconscious.
I heard a crack.
Blood was coming out his ears.
Isn't that a sign, Coral?
It was self-defense.
Self-defense.
Actually, it was me who hit him first.
He was the one acting in self-defense.
OK, we can't run away.
Only guilty people leave a crime scene.
We'll look like murderers. We can't run away.
-We are the murderers, Coral. -We don't know that.
OK? We don't know.
Stop the car.
No.
Stop the car.
-I won't stop the car. -Stop the car.
-Wendy! -Stop the car.
-I'm not stopping. -Stop the car. Stop.
-You're crazy. I'm not stopping. -I said stop!
What do we do, then?
We go back.
We explain what happened.
Calmly.
OK.
You fucking bitches!
Holy shit! Drive!
She's fucking crazy! Crazy bitch!
-Quick! -Drive!
Holy shit!
Let's go, Wendy. Now we should go.
The blinker. Use it.
Girls, this really hurts now.
I don't know. It's a really sharp pain.
It didn't hurt before. It didn't hurt like this.
But that's just because of the adrenaline.
Wounds hurt once it wears off.
What do we do? Where do we go?
I don't know. But please take me to a hospital.
We just killed two people. We can't go to a hospital.
It's fucking burning.
It's OK.
Here's what we'll do, I'll pull the pen out.
No! That's stopping the bleeding, Coral.
No, it's not my boob that hurts the most.
It hurts down here.
Here.
Take the road to Santa Cruz.
I have a friend there who can help.
I'm one of those people who take a couple of ibuprofen in the morning.
Codeine, tramadol, and lorazepam to sleep. Although I prefer propofol.
I didn't know there was a name for that. Junkie.
I didn't know Michael Jackson died from that, either.
But there's a difference.
A doctor prescribed his, and a vet prescribes mine.
Come on, three boxes. I want it to last all month.
No, my love. Coral, I can't do three boxes of propofol.
They'll catch me, my God. Honey, I'll give you two.
I'll give you two. Put different dates on them.
You just want an excuse to come and see me earlier, you bastard.
VETERINARY CLINIC
You're crazy.
You brought Gina to a vet!
He's trustworthy and our best option. Alfredo.
-Oh, that's the butt-stuff guy. -What are you doing here?
Well, our friend had an accident, and we need you to help her.
Coral, I'm a vet. I can't treat people.
I know, but it's an emergency.
Coral, hospitals take emergencies. I'm a--
Look, you son of a bitch,
come down, or we'll tell your wife you love being fucked in the ass.
Would you let me talk to Coral for a min--
Ma'am! Your husband loves being fucked in the ass with latex dicks!
I'm coming down.
Let's lay her down.
Lay her there!
Come on.
Put this on the wound.
What happened, Coral?
-A stab wound. -It's a mechanical pencil.
If you knew, why the fuck did you ask?
Pressure.
Harder.
Very good.
Now apply as much pressure as you can.
Fuck!
So it did have to come out.
Move.
-OK. -Is it serious?
Keep still.
In theory, this wound shouldn't be too complicated.
But it reached the spleen.
It reached the spleen.
So, I'm afraid she needs surgery.
The splenic artery should be tied. Coral, I…
-Coral, I can't do this. -Alfredo…
-I can't do it. -If an Irish setter comes in, you do it?
Or a parakeet.
-Or a fucking wild boar. -Wendy! Enough.
This man is getting on my nerves. You'll do it.
Otherwise, I'll stand at your door,
and I won't stop until your wife calls the fucking police. Understood?
-Get out of here. -OK.
I can't have anesthesia.
-Why not? -Because I'm pregnant.
What are you looking for?
Tramadol.
-This makes you really calm. -Fuck me, Coral.
Now?
-I'm a little anxious. -I'm not?
-It says "veterinary use." -I don't care.
-It says "take by mouth." -That's if you're not in a hurry.
I need it quick.
Otherwise, it irritates the stomach.
What are you doing?
For the road.
Thank you.
For getting him off me earlier.
Well…
our lives seem to have gotten a little fucked up.
We weren't doing that fucking great before.
At least we didn't get fucked in the ass today.
We left before they opened.
Poor Charlotte.
But it was an accident, right?
What do we do now?
Guess We'll see.
Subtitle translation by: Tom Sullivan