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Giving up sex is like giving up life, don't you see?
You don't want that, Macarena, do you?
Excuse me, Ms. Medina. You have a call. It's important.
Yes?
I need to see my son.
Doctor, I think I'm losing Andrea.
I have to leave now. I can't wait any longer.
Macarena, you're not a prisoner.
You're free to go whenever you wish. However,
you should know the barriers separating you from your son
are not physical.
Andrea's been drifting away from you for a long time, Macarena.
If you go back now without finishing the treatment,
without being completely cured,
you're running a risk.
Of losing him forever.
-You understand, right? -Yes.
-You know what I'm saying. -I know, but I have to leave.
I'm ready. I really am.
Juan, right?
-Take me into the city. -Wherever you like, honey.
Do you remember why you came to me?
I was addicted to sex.
What is sex for you, Macarena?
WHAT IS SEX FOR YOU?
Sex is the desire to possess something that doesn't belong to you.
The beauty of a shop window full of luxury items you desperately need.
The rush you feel,
and the deep void you feel after getting it.
A void that can only be filled with more,
more,
always more.
Number five.
I warned you to stop eating like a pig.
Waiter.
Stage.
Eleven, stage.
How old are you?
Thirty-two going on thirty-three.
Do you want me to cut the trunk and count the rings?
Tell me the truth.
Thirty-seven.
You! You're wanted in Heaven.
What's Heaven?
A place where you leave with 2,000 bucks, dude.
Thirty-seven, on trial.
On stage. The rest, waiters.
What about me?
I told you.
Waiters.
Last week I was in Heaven. The clients were happy.
-Not all of them. -That one was a bitch.
I like you.
You're young, you're in good shape, you work hard.
But you're missing the most important thing.
Knowing your place.
You shouldn't be serving drinks.
You should be in the port, selling your ass to the sailors.
Out.
Gold costs blood.
Let's go.
Thirty-seven! Don't stop till you look 25.
Come on, man, keep going.
-Did Triana not see anything? -No.
Where is she?
I'd rather not tell you, man.
It's safer if only her father and I know.
The only thing we do know
is that the bastard who tried it was someone who was in the club.
He was driving a red Mustang with a horseshoe.
I'm sure I saw it in the parking lot.
All the clients are filthy rich.
They wouldn't leave a Porsche with a valet without registering the plate.
They do it at the barrier.
A scanner reads all the license plates on the way in.
And all that information is stored on a computer.
This place is huge, man.
It's in the Turk's office.
It's a fucking bunker.
Only Rania and the Turk have the key. No way we're getting in there.
-We need that card. -No fucking way.
Know what could happen to us if they catch us there?
We'll do it the right way. My way.
I'll get the recordings from the hospital cameras,
and we'll get that son of a bitch.
SECURITY
Sex is something wild.
A fight to decide who's on top,
and who's below.
Getting horny when you're at the mercy of someone you know could hurt you.
Who could kill you.
For me, sex is violence.
Allah.
Yeah.
Give him the money.
What did you find?
No fucking mic.
Please.
All good.
Let's go.
ISLATRANS - MAKING WAY
COMFORTABLE - SAFE - ACCESSIBLE
What are you doing with my things?
You can't put my things in storage. What's happening?
Carmen?
What are you doing?
It's all listed in perfect detail.
It will be in storage until you tell us what to do with your things.
I don't want to do anything with my things. This is my house.
This is the company's house.
Your son has just inherited it and is now the main shareholder.
He's the one selling the properties.
It's good that you're here. We can resolve some issues.
If you want to wait in the car, Andrea, I'll look after everything.
No need. Hi, Mom.
You look great.
They'll store all this for you, okay?
Hey.
You can't sell it.
This is our house.
You were born here.
I know.
It was strange.
I got everything off my chest.
The first time I didn't feel guilty.
I slit my wrists in this pool.
I was 11 years old.
They say it hurts less in the water but it's not true.
You were at an orgy.
When you found out, you locked me up in the clinic.
That time, it was for two weeks.
I just wanted to come back. To this house.
It's going to be different now. I swear, Andrea, I've changed.
Are you sure?
Do you still love her?
I don't know.
But I'm fine.
I felt good leaving there.
I felt free.
Now I can start over.
I'm happy now.
I don't need this house. I don't need you.
Sex is a cancer that has devoured me.
A vice.
A demon I've been unable to control.
Because of sex I've lost what I loved the most.
What are you doing?
You think this is an exam? Repeating what the teacher wants to hear?
No.
Sex is not the problem, Macarena.
You're the problem.
Sex has always been there.
It's a force of nature.
Its capacity to create and destroy
is incomparable.
The problem is you have to learn to control your addiction.
Jairo, I'm sorry, I can't.
I can't.
Sex is pain.
Insecurity and broken promises.
It's an open wound you know will never heal.
It's showing your weaknesses to the person you love the most.
I want to talk to you.
You shouldn't be talking. You're not ready. Go rehearse.
That's what I'm talking about.
This whole Nazi act you do.
That was a good show you put on this morning,
but you don't need to do that with us.
Really?
You tell us what time to come on and we do the work.
That way you can
take it easy, relax.
You can even sit and watch how we work.
Are you telling me
you know how to turn a woman on?
You know how to make our panties wet?
That's what I'm saying.
Yeah. You know how to make panties wet.
The problem is that the panties you wet at the Inferno
were from Primark.
Here, in the One Per Cent,
they're Dior.
They don't get wet the same.
Look.
Can you feel it?
Dry.
Now go practice.
What the fuck was that about?
About this.
-He still hasn't come out of the office? -I've been checking all day.
Showtime. Eyes on the dance.
What happens if Rania figures out we stole the card?
Brother. I need you to cover me today. Mussolini's watching me like a hawk.
You know how it goes. You pick a table, you turn them on…
And you focus on the dance, like in the Inferno.
You and me. I scratch your back…
It's never let us down. So?
Can I count on you?
Of course you can, man.
Thanks, brother.
Good evening. What would you like?
What happens if I'd like this?
I'm sorry, sir, but I'm a waiter. You have the guys in Heaven for that.
Do me a favor, honey.
Call the little Turk and tell him to explain to me what I can't do.
I won't say it again.
Let's go.
Two hundred bills.
-It's nice to make money. -Unbelievable.
Who's this guy?
Don't you talk or what?
Shit, fucking hell, Jairo.
Did Rania let you in?
Come on, the Toy Boys are back, my man.
Let's go out there.
Hey.
This is pure fantasy, honey.
It's marvelous.
Won't you sit down?
The Arabs are on their way to Syria.
-Didn't they suspect anything? -No.
How can you be so sure?
They were too busy thinking about cutting my head off.
I love people who enjoy their job.
I want to have fun too.
What's the specialty?
No fucking way.
This is to die for.
A slow death.
Tell me something.
How do you choose the product?
Do you taste it yourself?
Of course.
And that product?
Do you taste it personally as well?
If you don't mind, I have to prepare a meeting.
It's on the house. Order what you want from the menu.
And if I want something that's not on the menu?
One moment. I'll see what I can do.
Son of a bitch, you come to my house!
Leo, stop.
What are you going to do?
Empty my clip into that fucking queer's head.
In our club? In front of everyone?
Move. Rania, move. Or I'll move you.
Stop, Leonardo. Stop it.
Remember the storms at the Palazzo?
We counted the seconds between thunder and lightning.
It looked as if the storm was dying down.
Eight, seven,
six… Count.
-Five. -Five.
Four, three,
two,
one.
Hey?
Can you smell it?
Domenico's cakes? That day in Naples.
We were so hungry you wanted to steal everything on display.
-You told me to wait. -I did.
Because there was a policeman.
But that night,
when the street was empty,
we forced the lock
and emptied the bakery.
We ate a weeks' worth of cookies.
Until they were hard as stones.
The best banquet of my life.
We came here
because you wanted to take back your country.
You remind me so much of Mom when you do that.
I don't know who that man is,
but I know he's important, right?
Yes.
You will go back and you'll fix it.
Because that man doesn't matter.
No one else matters.
Just you and me.
Against the whole world.
-I can do it much better if you-- -Relax, Germán.
Waiters don't need to know how to dance.
Rania, I'm sorry.
It was when we got down off the tables that my knee… I didn't know what to do.
The next time you walk off my stage, don't come back.
Run, far away,
and pray we never find you.
You dropped something.
Sex is a mirage.
The blind faith in a heaven you've never been promised.
A labyrinth,
made from siren songs.
A trap for weaklings.
I think that's all.
Thank you.
Aren't you going to offer me a drink?
Of course.
Do me a favor. Drink on your own.
I'm exhausted.
I've been playing taxi man all day.
You're a whore.
Juan, how can I put this?
Whores get paid. They don't pay.
Think again about who the whore is.
You don't deserve it.
You too?
What did you think would happen?
You ignored what I said.
You crossed the line with Rania, fucked Germán over.
All for nothing.
Not for nothing, man.
It's her, Iván.
The car we saw at the hospital
is hers.
Sex isn't the problem, Macarena.
You're the problem.
Sex has always been there. It's the strongest force of nature.
Its capacity to create and destroy is incomparable,
immense, infinite.
Giving up sex is nonsense. Why would you want to do that?
You have to learn how to control your desire.
I'm the only one who can get you to do it.
Giving up sex is like giving up on life, can't you see?
Come on.
What is sex for you?
There's not much news, ma'am.
The city's been very boring since you've been away.
Something must have happened.
They say there's a Turk making waves.
You haven't been too far away.
I still have some little birds.
But none sing like you.
What do you know about this Turk?
He won't last long.
He came on the scene like a bull in a china shop.
He's stepped on a few toes.
Anything more specific?
He has a brothel, the type of club you like.
You must know something, Zapata. You hear everything.
Maybe there has been some news since you left, Macarena.
I've retired.
So the complimentary bulletin is over?
Think of it as a gift, for old times' sake.
Tell me what would happen
if Benigna found out you were here with me,
stuffing yourself with cupcakes and blabbing like an old parrot.
It's always better to have friends in high places.
You'll always be my favorite friend.
The Turk, Zapata.
Tell me everything.
Rania has been missing all day.
You're sure no one saw you going into that office?
The hospital footage.
Fuck.
She's a fucking psycho.
What the fuck have we got into?
You two.
Three degrees Celsius.
One degree more,
and the bacteria spreads, rotting the meat.
Know what they call that threshold?
The danger zone.
Heat spoils everything.
That's why balance is so important
and so fragile.
Hugo and Iván, right?
Good. I like to meet my employees.
I've been very busy lately.
Too busy.
Chefs, lawyers, notaries,
Irishmen.
Accusing me of planting bombs.
One, specifically, in the Inferno.
I start digging,
and I find out I have the ex-owner
and an alleged killer dancing in my club.
We have nothing to do with the Irish clan.
Of course not, but tell me,
do you think I planted a bomb in your club?
No.
It'd be crazy to get a job with the guy who blew up your business, right?
Total suicide.
We're very grateful to be working in One Per Cent, sir.
I don't care what you did before,
but if your problems become my problems,
we'd be going into the danger zone, understood?
Great.
In that case, welcome.
I thought we were dead.
And you are.
If my brother had found this in his office,
you'd both be in the freezer, hanging from a hook.
But you didn't rat us out.
Why?
What's in it for you, saving our lives?
Now you owe me.
You were a police officer, right?
Our security chief has disappeared.
David Montenegro.
I want you to help me find him.
When did you see him last?
Two nights ago.
He took my car from the parking lot, without a word.
A red Mustang with a horseshoe.
Call Leonardo.
Tell him an old friend from Palazzo Fontana is here.
Old friend.
You made many friends at the Palazzo, right?
Who are you?
I'm Macarena Medina.
Everyone knows me here.
The question is who you are, Leonardo Giallo.
Or maybe I should say Leonardo Jiménez Giallo.
The Spanish orphan who slit the Count's neck.
All for a painting.
Diana the Huntress
by Orazio Gentileschi.
Much more valuable than its owner's life.
You didn't do it for money.
You didn't just want to steal a painting.
You wanted to steal a life.
A powerful and respected man's life.
And you got here.
You did it.
Is this your Palazzo?
You know this is nothing, right?
You're a shopkeeper.
You're still the help.
Money can't get you a different surname.
Nor powerful people's respect.
And you? What can you give me apart from words?
Gentileschi composed from a low angle.
He liked treating his spectators like subjects.
I imagine you remember the feeling.
How did you get it?
I looked for it. It wasn't for sale.
The right contacts open closed doors.
What do you want from me?
Fuck me like an animal.
Sex is an emotional agreement,
a pact where words are useless.
An alliance signed on skin.
A fight to decide who's on top,
and who's below.
Sex is pain.
It's something wild.
It's an open wound that will never heal.
A trap for weaklings.
For me, sex is violence.
Choke me.
Do you want to know what sex is?
Huh?
Yes.
I am sex.
Subtitle translation by: Winifred Donlon