The Club (2019) s01e04 Episode Script
Monkey Business
A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES Baby, you're creamy, creamy You're criminally hot I want you to tie me up To hit me, to kiss me, to lock me up - Really? - What? It's catchy, I like it.
Your bed is a place of organized crime You and I raise the bar Your body in mine, your mouth in Hey, Mati.
Please, don't.
You're so bitter, man.
You're creamy, creamy You're criminally hot I want you to tie me up, to hit me To kiss me, to lock me up Sweep your hair on the floor Go down, down, down On organized crime When I'm with you, there's nothing I miss I want to be locked up in your arms You're creamy, creamy You're criminally hot I want you to tie me up, to hit me To kiss me, to lock me up Let's go to jail, the DEA is after us The world stops when they see your hips Last year, we sold 3.
1 billion boxes of cereal.
Our research says clients only associate three of our brands with dinner.
WANT TO GRAB LUNCH? YES will only use the hashtag if it's a challenge.
That's why we believe It's a kit.
It has vitamins for a hangover, candy, condoms.
- How much is it? - 2,500 pesos.
That's too expensive.
Fun is priceless.
You won't regret it.
It's the highest quality.
I guarantee you'll have a super-cool night.
I'm really excited.
- Raquel.
- What is it, Miss? Do I look good? Mati, I have a question, honey.
Did you deposit the whole amount? No.
The thing is, I bought some bitcoins.
- Sweetie! - What? I'll sell them in six months, and we'll be millionaires.
- Sell what? - Bitcoins.
What's that? You'll get three times the money, no sweat.
Sweetheart, I worry when you do these things.
- Trust me.
- I trust you.
But I'm scared you'll get into something illegal, - with all that Internet fraud.
- Me? Illegal stuff? Mom, for God's sake, I've never even ran a red light.
Why don't you trust me? It's true.
You're a good boy.
- Hi.
- Hi.
What did you do to your face? She put on lipstick.
- Yeah.
- It looks great.
I feel weird.
I don't feel like myself.
It's cool.
May I interrupt? You're not interrupting anything.
Good.
We have real users.
And we can access their data.
When people download dating apps, they share very private information.
Their tastes, how much they earn, their education.
Even more so when it's an exclusive app like ours.
Exactly! The promise that a few swipes will lead you to the perfect match is very tempting.
People do all sorts of crazy things for love.
We hold sensitive, delicate information.
We have to be respectful of it.
But most of all - To data.
- To the jerks who want to find love.
To the white powder.
Until now, we've been able to divide our users into three groups.
First, 18-to 25-year-old upper class women.
They're the ones who receive the most matches and messages.
They're the ones with the highest turndown rate.
The Sofías.
- You asshole.
- I meant it as a compliment.
- Thank you.
- No problem.
Then we have the men, from 18 to 28 years old, from the upper-middle class.
They're, well, the ones who take more screenshots of their conversations, who go after everyone and have less qualms about sharing their information.
They're looking for constant validation.
What should we call them? The Pablos.
The last group is the hardest to classify.
They're the ones who put more effort into their profiles, more effort into the selection process.
They're the ones who take longer to decide on their profile picture.
Random.
We need different sales strategies for each group.
The Pablos, for example, believe they'll inherit the earth.
They have a superiority complex.
They can be unjustifiably violent and very touchy.
Pablo, those are some cool pants.
- How are you? - How are you doing? What's up? Look, I'm bringing some Russians over.
- I've got just what you need.
- Really? I just got it from a lab in Berlin.
- Bring me that shit and I'll pay for it.
- Okay.
- Fine.
- We're all set.
Did you see what he did this weekend? What are you looking at? Are you in love with me? Hey, take it easy, man.
You're a king.
Don't listen to them.
You're right, Pablo.
I have to point out that I hate this category is called "the Pablos.
" The trick is making them compete.
- Pablo! - Compete for M? What's up, dude? How are you? No.
For your attention.
For the approval of the alpha male.
What were you doing with those assholes? This is primitive.
Unlike the Sofías.
With Sofías, the game changes.
It's more elegant.
Delicate.
Are you insinuating that Pablos are less evolved? I'm not insinuating, it's a fact.
And she's right.
See? Less evolved.
The approach towards Sofías is completely different.
Hello.
The work is harder.
It requires constant, delicate efforts.
I'm dying to take some M! Girl, I know, but my dealer is a creep that keeps texting me.
- Is that Pato? - Yeah, I had to block him.
It's a smooth operation.
Me.
Are you saying you sell M? I repeat: smooth.
The Randoms.
They have good paying jobs, buying power.
They value discretion, immediacy and home delivery.
Hi.
How are you? - It's 2,500, right? - Yeah.
If you need anything, call me.
Thank you.
I'm outside, Auntie.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
How are you doing, son? I'm good.
- How is your mom? - She's fine.
Auntie! What is it? Is there something missing? No, it's okay.
But next time, wrap it up.
I'm so stupid! I didn't even think about it.
It's okay.
I'm going back in.
Give my best wishes to your mom.
Auntie! Auntie, I wanted to tell you What is it, honey? If Pablo does anything to you, call me.
What would he do? No.
He's incapable of that.
What's the matter with you? You're crazy! Hello! Is this seat taken? Silvia, please, sit.
- How are you? - Great.
What about you? - Me, too.
- Thank you.
A Coke with a twist of lemon, please.
- And you? - A dry martini, you know how to make it.
In that case, make it two.
And Lázaro? - At the office.
- Your husband is so hard-working.
Shit.
I have to go home.
Do you have a ride? - Do you want me to call a car? - No.
No, I think I'd rather walk.
I didn't go out for a run today, and I feel sluggish.
- I left a lipstick stain.
- Don't worry.
Let's see what my mom says.
See you tomorrow.
I've been calling Sofía for hours, but she won't answer.
Pablo won't let go of his phone, but he never answers a call.
- They have been together a lot lately.
- Really? They make a nice couple.
- Sof.
- What? - Are you ticklish? - No.
Don't get me started.
Sofía is a lifelong spinster, and she's stubborn.
I'm not.
No one has ever tickled me.
Wow, Sof.
That's too bad.
And Pablo wanders aimlessly through life.
A disaster.
Tickles release stress.
They're necessary.
They improve skin tone.
Banish headaches.
Really? I swear.
Pablo.
What? Can I tickle you? Do whatever you want with me.
Whatever I want? Please.
No, Sof, no! - No! - You're a wimp! Sof, no! You think I'm a wimp? - Cheers.
- Cheers.
Stop it.
Stop it! Mary! - The door! - Go get it.
Okay.
You stay here.
Don't move.
Do you want anything from the kitchen? Can I raid your fridge? You're the guests of honor at a very special dinner.
So we need the gigolo and the pretty girl.
They have nothing to do with this, please.
I'm not asking.
Ring the bell and tell them to come out.
Really? Mary! Why doesn't anybody open the door? Is everything all right? Sure, officer.
We're picking up some friends.
We're here for anything you need.
Relax.
What is it, man? Pabi - Are you okay? - Tell him to come out.
Is everything all right? Good evening.
How are you doing? What's going on? Where are we? Hey! Hello.
Welcome.
Where are your manners? Hello! What's the matter? No need to be shy.
Heads up.
Okay? That's better.
Let's go this way, into the dining room, to have a talk.
It's so good to see you, my Mat! - We need to talk to the DJ.
- What? We need to talk with the DJ.
Sorry, I can't interrupt him now.
Interrupt him.
I also need a private room.
We have to talk about something personal.
María, this body surely can't belong to a woman who sleeps alone, right? Don't you agree? I don't understand what you mean, ma'am.
Taut! I perked them up last year.
And Lázaro hasn't even noticed it.
No.
You're a very beautiful woman.
Do you really think so? I should cheat on him.
Why not? There's a Zumba teacher who is so hot.
He's so handsome.
He has a perfect six-pack.
Ma'am What do you say, María? He didn't say what he wanted? No, you know the boss.
He just said I had to get you.
What is this? - I'm sorry, Johnny.
- Carlos, open! You pissed off the boss.
But I don't know why he had mercy on you.
On us, not so much.
This is a nice warning.
Thank your friend Pablo for that.
If I were you, I'd stop selling.
And I'd thank God for giving me another day.
I don't understand.
You entered El Monkey's turf.
If I were you, I wouldn't ever set foot in Las Lomas again.
Motherfucker! Bitch! Let's go.
You look like a doll.
Has anyone ever told you that? I like women like that.
With their lips painted red.
Sorry, I haven't introduced myself.
How rude of me.
Mat, aren't you going to tell them who I am? He's El Monkey.
El Monkey.
That's what everybody calls me.
You can call me that, too.
And you are Matías Pablo and the Doll.
I know your name is Sofía, but Doll suits you better.
I'm going to the bathroom.
Juan, go with her.
Can you tell us why we're here? I can.
I can, Pablito, but everything in its own time.
I'd already heard you're very impatient.
Right, Mat? Shit.
My career started at 14.
I wanted to build a house for my mom.
You know nothing about that.
Right? You're like children, playing in a battlefield.
I like you.
Matías.
I like you very much because you're sort of smart, but sort of an idiot at the same time.
A quiz, my lovelies! Let's see if there's a bigger idiot than this one.
Do you know how MDMA is made? In labs.
Wrong answer.
MDMA is made in really rough neighborhoods that you guys will never see.
You've got us mixed up.
Mixed up with what? Pablito.
With what? I swear we have no idea what you're talking about.
Don't make me lose my temper, Pablo.
I just want to help you avoid getting into trouble.
Okay? Hello.
Earlier, I said I liked your lips painted red.
Yes.
What do you think? I've changed my mind.
I like you a lot like this as well.
What do you say, boys? Should we have this doll over tonight? What do you say? Shall we have a pajama party? María, you're more of a husband to me than Lázaro.
- Good night, ma'am.
- Rest, María.
Dream about your Zumba teacher.
You, too, María.
Do you like hunting? I've never hunted.
I can see that.
When you hunt bison, there's always one that steps away from the herd.
As if he were saying, "Save yourselves.
Kill me instead.
" That's it.
Trying to pass for a hero.
In fact, you look like a bison.
You look like a teddy bear.
And you look like a doe.
That's how you'll end up.
As a decoration.
What do you want? - I already told you.
- No.
Do you want us to stop selling? So I wasn't making a mistake, see? Pablito.
She has some real balls, you bastard.
She's not trying to pass for a hero.
I can't resist.
- Today I won't touch you.
- Thank you.
You're welcome.
Ask for anything you want, Matías.
But you will have to do whatever I say.
If not I will sadly be forced to do something, right? What do we have to do? You'll have to sell everything you have in less than 12 hours.
And then you'll start selling whatever I tell you to.
And you better start thinking about expanding your business, because you're going to start working for me.
Until I get back what I've lost these past few weeks.
How much do we owe you? Half a million, approximately.
Okay.
When does the 12-hour countdown start? I'd say right now.
Hey! Sit down.
What's the matter? That was so rude, we just started our chat.
This is business.
Fuck me.
Pick up.
What's up, king? I can't answer, but leave your message and I'll get back to you.
I don't know what's going on.
They came after me, Pablo.
I think they followed me home.
Who the fuck is El Monkey? Hey, Doll, where are you going? Didn't we have a pajama party going on? - Me? - Yes, you! Or what? Is there another doll around here? Like you said, I'm the one with the balls.
If I stay here with you, you'll have to kill them.
I understand you.
My mother is sick.
That's why I'm doing this.
I have to help her take her medicine.
She's completely dependent on me.
I'm the only one who is hungry.
The one who can sell all this.
I do it out of necessity.
I'm useless here.
So What are you suggesting? Say goodbye to your friends.
I guess I don't have to tell you that if you talk, something could happen to your friend.
So it's best if you just obey the boss.
How can you look at your phone? It's Ana Pau's bachelorette party.
You're fucked up, Sofía.
No, no, Pablo.
We don't have time for your drama.
We have to find a way to sell this and get Matías.
- Don't touch me! - What the fuck is wrong with you? He's there because of you.
Would you rather I was there? Getting raped? Ending up dead in an alley? And then have them say it was my fault because I wore red lipstick? - I didn't say that.
- It's exactly what you're saying! Because you have no idea what being a woman is like in this country! I'm sorry.
- I'm scared.
- I'm also shitting myself, Pablo! But unlike you, I'm not wallowing in my tears.
I'm looking for a way out of this.
It's just so fucking Wake up! We're going to your house for the bags and for your car.
- Do you have a Speedo? - What? A Speedo.
Do you have one? I think so.
Regina.
Regina.
Regina.
It's me.
It's me.
Your Zumba teacher.
Coming! Come in! Is everything okay? Yes.
Mary, do I have a Speedo? You do.
I'll get it for you.
Which one? Both are fine.
Are you sure everything is okay? Yeah, everything's fine, really.
I'm going to Valle with Sofía.
Please tell my mom.
Okay.
But take care.
It's late to be driving.
Tell your mom we've gone to Valle so that she doesn't call you.
Good idea.
We have to call Lola.
Okay.
- Hi, Pablito.
- Lolita! How is the prettiest mom in the world doing? I'm calling to say we came to Valle, but Matías forgot to tell you.
That's so typical of him.
Can I speak to him? Don't tell him I told you, but he's in the Jacuzzi with a friend.
Matías? I know.
I couldn't believe it either, that's why I don't want to bother him.
No, don't bother him, but tell him to call me tomorrow.
First thing.
Lots of love.
Okay.
I'm awake.
Let's take care of this mess.
- You know the plan? - Yeah.
- And do you agree? - Anything to save Matías.
Subtitle translation by Lia Moya
Your bed is a place of organized crime You and I raise the bar Your body in mine, your mouth in Hey, Mati.
Please, don't.
You're so bitter, man.
You're creamy, creamy You're criminally hot I want you to tie me up, to hit me To kiss me, to lock me up Sweep your hair on the floor Go down, down, down On organized crime When I'm with you, there's nothing I miss I want to be locked up in your arms You're creamy, creamy You're criminally hot I want you to tie me up, to hit me To kiss me, to lock me up Let's go to jail, the DEA is after us The world stops when they see your hips Last year, we sold 3.
1 billion boxes of cereal.
Our research says clients only associate three of our brands with dinner.
WANT TO GRAB LUNCH? YES will only use the hashtag if it's a challenge.
That's why we believe It's a kit.
It has vitamins for a hangover, candy, condoms.
- How much is it? - 2,500 pesos.
That's too expensive.
Fun is priceless.
You won't regret it.
It's the highest quality.
I guarantee you'll have a super-cool night.
I'm really excited.
- Raquel.
- What is it, Miss? Do I look good? Mati, I have a question, honey.
Did you deposit the whole amount? No.
The thing is, I bought some bitcoins.
- Sweetie! - What? I'll sell them in six months, and we'll be millionaires.
- Sell what? - Bitcoins.
What's that? You'll get three times the money, no sweat.
Sweetheart, I worry when you do these things.
- Trust me.
- I trust you.
But I'm scared you'll get into something illegal, - with all that Internet fraud.
- Me? Illegal stuff? Mom, for God's sake, I've never even ran a red light.
Why don't you trust me? It's true.
You're a good boy.
- Hi.
- Hi.
What did you do to your face? She put on lipstick.
- Yeah.
- It looks great.
I feel weird.
I don't feel like myself.
It's cool.
May I interrupt? You're not interrupting anything.
Good.
We have real users.
And we can access their data.
When people download dating apps, they share very private information.
Their tastes, how much they earn, their education.
Even more so when it's an exclusive app like ours.
Exactly! The promise that a few swipes will lead you to the perfect match is very tempting.
People do all sorts of crazy things for love.
We hold sensitive, delicate information.
We have to be respectful of it.
But most of all - To data.
- To the jerks who want to find love.
To the white powder.
Until now, we've been able to divide our users into three groups.
First, 18-to 25-year-old upper class women.
They're the ones who receive the most matches and messages.
They're the ones with the highest turndown rate.
The Sofías.
- You asshole.
- I meant it as a compliment.
- Thank you.
- No problem.
Then we have the men, from 18 to 28 years old, from the upper-middle class.
They're, well, the ones who take more screenshots of their conversations, who go after everyone and have less qualms about sharing their information.
They're looking for constant validation.
What should we call them? The Pablos.
The last group is the hardest to classify.
They're the ones who put more effort into their profiles, more effort into the selection process.
They're the ones who take longer to decide on their profile picture.
Random.
We need different sales strategies for each group.
The Pablos, for example, believe they'll inherit the earth.
They have a superiority complex.
They can be unjustifiably violent and very touchy.
Pablo, those are some cool pants.
- How are you? - How are you doing? What's up? Look, I'm bringing some Russians over.
- I've got just what you need.
- Really? I just got it from a lab in Berlin.
- Bring me that shit and I'll pay for it.
- Okay.
- Fine.
- We're all set.
Did you see what he did this weekend? What are you looking at? Are you in love with me? Hey, take it easy, man.
You're a king.
Don't listen to them.
You're right, Pablo.
I have to point out that I hate this category is called "the Pablos.
" The trick is making them compete.
- Pablo! - Compete for M? What's up, dude? How are you? No.
For your attention.
For the approval of the alpha male.
What were you doing with those assholes? This is primitive.
Unlike the Sofías.
With Sofías, the game changes.
It's more elegant.
Delicate.
Are you insinuating that Pablos are less evolved? I'm not insinuating, it's a fact.
And she's right.
See? Less evolved.
The approach towards Sofías is completely different.
Hello.
The work is harder.
It requires constant, delicate efforts.
I'm dying to take some M! Girl, I know, but my dealer is a creep that keeps texting me.
- Is that Pato? - Yeah, I had to block him.
It's a smooth operation.
Me.
Are you saying you sell M? I repeat: smooth.
The Randoms.
They have good paying jobs, buying power.
They value discretion, immediacy and home delivery.
Hi.
How are you? - It's 2,500, right? - Yeah.
If you need anything, call me.
Thank you.
I'm outside, Auntie.
Sorry, sorry, sorry.
How are you doing, son? I'm good.
- How is your mom? - She's fine.
Auntie! What is it? Is there something missing? No, it's okay.
But next time, wrap it up.
I'm so stupid! I didn't even think about it.
It's okay.
I'm going back in.
Give my best wishes to your mom.
Auntie! Auntie, I wanted to tell you What is it, honey? If Pablo does anything to you, call me.
What would he do? No.
He's incapable of that.
What's the matter with you? You're crazy! Hello! Is this seat taken? Silvia, please, sit.
- How are you? - Great.
What about you? - Me, too.
- Thank you.
A Coke with a twist of lemon, please.
- And you? - A dry martini, you know how to make it.
In that case, make it two.
And Lázaro? - At the office.
- Your husband is so hard-working.
Shit.
I have to go home.
Do you have a ride? - Do you want me to call a car? - No.
No, I think I'd rather walk.
I didn't go out for a run today, and I feel sluggish.
- I left a lipstick stain.
- Don't worry.
Let's see what my mom says.
See you tomorrow.
I've been calling Sofía for hours, but she won't answer.
Pablo won't let go of his phone, but he never answers a call.
- They have been together a lot lately.
- Really? They make a nice couple.
- Sof.
- What? - Are you ticklish? - No.
Don't get me started.
Sofía is a lifelong spinster, and she's stubborn.
I'm not.
No one has ever tickled me.
Wow, Sof.
That's too bad.
And Pablo wanders aimlessly through life.
A disaster.
Tickles release stress.
They're necessary.
They improve skin tone.
Banish headaches.
Really? I swear.
Pablo.
What? Can I tickle you? Do whatever you want with me.
Whatever I want? Please.
No, Sof, no! - No! - You're a wimp! Sof, no! You think I'm a wimp? - Cheers.
- Cheers.
Stop it.
Stop it! Mary! - The door! - Go get it.
Okay.
You stay here.
Don't move.
Do you want anything from the kitchen? Can I raid your fridge? You're the guests of honor at a very special dinner.
So we need the gigolo and the pretty girl.
They have nothing to do with this, please.
I'm not asking.
Ring the bell and tell them to come out.
Really? Mary! Why doesn't anybody open the door? Is everything all right? Sure, officer.
We're picking up some friends.
We're here for anything you need.
Relax.
What is it, man? Pabi - Are you okay? - Tell him to come out.
Is everything all right? Good evening.
How are you doing? What's going on? Where are we? Hey! Hello.
Welcome.
Where are your manners? Hello! What's the matter? No need to be shy.
Heads up.
Okay? That's better.
Let's go this way, into the dining room, to have a talk.
It's so good to see you, my Mat! - We need to talk to the DJ.
- What? We need to talk with the DJ.
Sorry, I can't interrupt him now.
Interrupt him.
I also need a private room.
We have to talk about something personal.
María, this body surely can't belong to a woman who sleeps alone, right? Don't you agree? I don't understand what you mean, ma'am.
Taut! I perked them up last year.
And Lázaro hasn't even noticed it.
No.
You're a very beautiful woman.
Do you really think so? I should cheat on him.
Why not? There's a Zumba teacher who is so hot.
He's so handsome.
He has a perfect six-pack.
Ma'am What do you say, María? He didn't say what he wanted? No, you know the boss.
He just said I had to get you.
What is this? - I'm sorry, Johnny.
- Carlos, open! You pissed off the boss.
But I don't know why he had mercy on you.
On us, not so much.
This is a nice warning.
Thank your friend Pablo for that.
If I were you, I'd stop selling.
And I'd thank God for giving me another day.
I don't understand.
You entered El Monkey's turf.
If I were you, I wouldn't ever set foot in Las Lomas again.
Motherfucker! Bitch! Let's go.
You look like a doll.
Has anyone ever told you that? I like women like that.
With their lips painted red.
Sorry, I haven't introduced myself.
How rude of me.
Mat, aren't you going to tell them who I am? He's El Monkey.
El Monkey.
That's what everybody calls me.
You can call me that, too.
And you are Matías Pablo and the Doll.
I know your name is Sofía, but Doll suits you better.
I'm going to the bathroom.
Juan, go with her.
Can you tell us why we're here? I can.
I can, Pablito, but everything in its own time.
I'd already heard you're very impatient.
Right, Mat? Shit.
My career started at 14.
I wanted to build a house for my mom.
You know nothing about that.
Right? You're like children, playing in a battlefield.
I like you.
Matías.
I like you very much because you're sort of smart, but sort of an idiot at the same time.
A quiz, my lovelies! Let's see if there's a bigger idiot than this one.
Do you know how MDMA is made? In labs.
Wrong answer.
MDMA is made in really rough neighborhoods that you guys will never see.
You've got us mixed up.
Mixed up with what? Pablito.
With what? I swear we have no idea what you're talking about.
Don't make me lose my temper, Pablo.
I just want to help you avoid getting into trouble.
Okay? Hello.
Earlier, I said I liked your lips painted red.
Yes.
What do you think? I've changed my mind.
I like you a lot like this as well.
What do you say, boys? Should we have this doll over tonight? What do you say? Shall we have a pajama party? María, you're more of a husband to me than Lázaro.
- Good night, ma'am.
- Rest, María.
Dream about your Zumba teacher.
You, too, María.
Do you like hunting? I've never hunted.
I can see that.
When you hunt bison, there's always one that steps away from the herd.
As if he were saying, "Save yourselves.
Kill me instead.
" That's it.
Trying to pass for a hero.
In fact, you look like a bison.
You look like a teddy bear.
And you look like a doe.
That's how you'll end up.
As a decoration.
What do you want? - I already told you.
- No.
Do you want us to stop selling? So I wasn't making a mistake, see? Pablito.
She has some real balls, you bastard.
She's not trying to pass for a hero.
I can't resist.
- Today I won't touch you.
- Thank you.
You're welcome.
Ask for anything you want, Matías.
But you will have to do whatever I say.
If not I will sadly be forced to do something, right? What do we have to do? You'll have to sell everything you have in less than 12 hours.
And then you'll start selling whatever I tell you to.
And you better start thinking about expanding your business, because you're going to start working for me.
Until I get back what I've lost these past few weeks.
How much do we owe you? Half a million, approximately.
Okay.
When does the 12-hour countdown start? I'd say right now.
Hey! Sit down.
What's the matter? That was so rude, we just started our chat.
This is business.
Fuck me.
Pick up.
What's up, king? I can't answer, but leave your message and I'll get back to you.
I don't know what's going on.
They came after me, Pablo.
I think they followed me home.
Who the fuck is El Monkey? Hey, Doll, where are you going? Didn't we have a pajama party going on? - Me? - Yes, you! Or what? Is there another doll around here? Like you said, I'm the one with the balls.
If I stay here with you, you'll have to kill them.
I understand you.
My mother is sick.
That's why I'm doing this.
I have to help her take her medicine.
She's completely dependent on me.
I'm the only one who is hungry.
The one who can sell all this.
I do it out of necessity.
I'm useless here.
So What are you suggesting? Say goodbye to your friends.
I guess I don't have to tell you that if you talk, something could happen to your friend.
So it's best if you just obey the boss.
How can you look at your phone? It's Ana Pau's bachelorette party.
You're fucked up, Sofía.
No, no, Pablo.
We don't have time for your drama.
We have to find a way to sell this and get Matías.
- Don't touch me! - What the fuck is wrong with you? He's there because of you.
Would you rather I was there? Getting raped? Ending up dead in an alley? And then have them say it was my fault because I wore red lipstick? - I didn't say that.
- It's exactly what you're saying! Because you have no idea what being a woman is like in this country! I'm sorry.
- I'm scared.
- I'm also shitting myself, Pablo! But unlike you, I'm not wallowing in my tears.
I'm looking for a way out of this.
It's just so fucking Wake up! We're going to your house for the bags and for your car.
- Do you have a Speedo? - What? A Speedo.
Do you have one? I think so.
Regina.
Regina.
Regina.
It's me.
It's me.
Your Zumba teacher.
Coming! Come in! Is everything okay? Yes.
Mary, do I have a Speedo? You do.
I'll get it for you.
Which one? Both are fine.
Are you sure everything is okay? Yeah, everything's fine, really.
I'm going to Valle with Sofía.
Please tell my mom.
Okay.
But take care.
It's late to be driving.
Tell your mom we've gone to Valle so that she doesn't call you.
Good idea.
We have to call Lola.
Okay.
- Hi, Pablito.
- Lolita! How is the prettiest mom in the world doing? I'm calling to say we came to Valle, but Matías forgot to tell you.
That's so typical of him.
Can I speak to him? Don't tell him I told you, but he's in the Jacuzzi with a friend.
Matías? I know.
I couldn't believe it either, that's why I don't want to bother him.
No, don't bother him, but tell him to call me tomorrow.
First thing.
Lots of love.
Okay.
I'm awake.
Let's take care of this mess.
- You know the plan? - Yeah.
- And do you agree? - Anything to save Matías.
Subtitle translation by Lia Moya