Queen of the Back Room.
She asks customers with money for a light
with the eyes of someone who feels no fear
and a weary heart.
Queen of the Back Room.
She sells her throne for a coin to anyone,
fakes her love and grovels on the floor,
tired...
of waiting.
Queen of the Back Room.
She fills the dreams of suicides and bankers,
losers, heretics and miners...
Queen of the Back Room.
The prettiest and sluttiest, my poison...
The one you can't help falling in love with.
And then she leaves you.
What do I owe you?
Cops get it free.
Listen, troublemaker.
Shit-faced all night with a hooker.
Too drunk to remember you're a cop
with responsibilities?
All I remember is the hooker's ass.
You were swimming in gin before lunchtime.
It was vodka.
How long have you been a narc?
Since that little gift from ETA.
They blew up my car.
I put new tires on it the day before. Fucking bastards!
Apparently you roughed up a prisoner.
- Fractured collarbone... - No.
I punched out a scumbag bragging about
his homemade bombs. It's different.
Did you know the Arab women?
No.
What about the boys?
Recognize any of them?
- They had helmets on. - This says
- they didn't. - Wrong.
Give them a ticket.
Hey!
Get lost, you fuckers!
One of them is Moncho Tristan's kid.
Still a teenager and he's in critical.
Don't give me that shit. That brat had it coming
- and I gave it to him. - Know what the bosses say?
Expect a swarm of lawyers.
Look at me, Raul, I know you!
He needed an ass-kicking! Get that into your pen-pushing head!
Know what this is? Your file, with a note from the boss:
"Precautionary suspension
from service without pay. Two months." You got that? Fucking asshole!
Tell me if you got it!
Lmbecile.
A glass of milk. Warm.
Would the gentleman like whole,
skimmed or condensed milk?
Give me a shot while I think it over.
Sounds good.
Mr. Mazuera, I presume.
Mr. Fuentes. So nice to see you.
A tune for you.
Have I got something juicy
for you.
You already almost had me drinking milk.
What do you want from me?
Almost nothing.
Tristan's got you at point blank, brother.
- Does he? - Yes, sir.
They already bought a completely motorized wheelchair
for the little skinhead...
...whose neck you broke.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Never fear, Mister Raul.
You're not alone.
You've got me.
I got sent off as well.
You? What for?
Being too greedy.
I took a couple kilos of white powder off their hands.
For the future, you know.
Tristan really took it
in the ass.
You know how those people are. They never forgive.
But a dog can't bite through a muzzle, brother.
He can't bite either of us.
If you get my drift.
Half of it.
What's your offer?
Sour grapes, brother. Not here.
Okay, so what was so juicy?
Let's go for a ride, Mister Raul.
I've been recruiting women in Colombia for two years.
I fly them over to Spain and set them up in sex clubs.
I saved receipts from all the expenses,
false contracts, fake birth certificates...
to make them look old enough.
I'm taking another little trip
to pay the people I owe for the last run,
but I'm not coming back to Spain this time.
I'm taking as much money as I can to open my own sex club.
Sell those ten kilos of coke.
Five kilos, Mister Raul. It was only five.
Go on. What else?
Very good, Mister Raul. Now we're talking business.
Look.
How old do you think she is?
It says she was born in '87.
She's only 14 years old.
Minnows are a hot commodity and they're easier to manage.
I've got it all covered.
Even a training video for breaking in prostitutes.
I'm drug enforcement. The sex trade doesn't interest me.
Listen to Daddy.
Brother,
Tristan has a chain of sex clubs across the whole country.
It's a much better business than drug dealing. And safer.
And the people in these clubs use a ton of drugs.
Double the profit.
Look, you need Tristan put in jail
before the guy blows your head off.
I give you these papers, you prosecute him. But only...
when I tell you.
Once I'm safe in Colombia running my own sex club.
Because here... I'm a dead man, brother.
Don't call me brother.
Okay, man, it's cool.
But listen to me.
Mister Raul.
Let me out here.
Thanks.
I'm giving you my little Aladdin's lamp.
Think about what I said.
Otherwise... Lights out, brother.
It's either Tristan or us.
"...if he knew the deceased. He said yes.
He knew her.
As well as her family..."
- Excuse me? - "As well as her family."
"Question.
If there'd been any intimate contact..."
You take over.
You look like you're about to give me advice.
Don't leave.
I'm not leaving, they sent me away.
Vacation.
I'm going to see my family.
Let's have a drink. Come on,
one last drink.
You've been saying that since the day we met. Will it ever be true?
Two months, suspended without pay. I'm going home.
Tristan's hand can reach you all the way there.
And by Tristan I mean ETA.
I don't believe in Tristan's hand or anyone else's.
You're safer here.
You'll have less help there.
Who is it?
Your luggage.
Hi, Dad.
You came from Vigo?
I called and nobody answered.
We got up early.
What is it?
Did they transfer you?
More or less.
Where's Valentin?
So you got sent on vacation
again.
Let's call it security issues.
Where's Valentin?
Your brother isn't interested in horses anymore.
Olga wrote you.
Did you get her letter?
A letter?
We have work to do.
See you at lunchtime.
Where should I sleep?
Your brother's bedroom still has two beds.
Why isn't Valentin here?
He doesn't work at the patisserie anymore.
I was asking
- my father. - It's under control. We know
where he is at all times. It's okay.
Your brother changed in a short time. He's doing better than ever.
You mean he stopped working in the widow's shop?
- He loved making pastries. - He's better off where he is now.
Where is that?
Tell me already.
Okay.
He used to deliver orders there. One day they invited him
to a little party and he couldn't say no.
You know he always charms people.
He got into the kitchen and treated them to a cake.
- That's how it began. - Treated them?
Who did he fucking treat?
The girls who work there. It's a hostess club.
Let me get this straight.
Valentin is working in a sex club?
Some people call it a hotel.
I can't believe my ears!
There's more. Tell him.
It doesn't matter.
He's in love with a girl who works there.
He'll get over it. It's a crush.
You let a hooker play around
with a mental retard? Is that what you're saying?
He's in love, like any other human being.
In love? Bullshit!
Valentin doesn't know what women are made of.
He never did.
What's the club called?
Don't tell him.
In the old Miramar hostel. It's called Lolita's Club.
Okay, it's a hostess bar...
A whorehouse, fine.
Listen, Raul.
Anybody can see Valentin isn't normal.
We have an idiot in the family. Who cares if he's with a whore?
Our poor fool is happy.
- Room service! - Come in.
Keep snorting that stuff.
You'll be a small-town whore in no time.
Thanks, honey.
Everything okay?
- One with a gym bag. - Another one?
Turn on the sound.
It's your daughter's?
My granddaughter's.
Lift it up.
- What's your name? - Vanesa.
Don't worry about it.
I want your name to be Ines.
I like my women with
experience and my young girls without.
You ordered alcohol-free champagne again?
Let me see.
No.
Come on.
Pig.
That slut wants to give my customer AIDS.
The whores who work here
have manners. The customer leaves with anybody he wants.
Got it? And rule number one: There's no such thing as AIDS.
Look at him. Somebody let him out of the kitchen. I'm leaving.
Carmen!
Cheese, artichokes
and mushrooms!
I bet it's delicious, honey. Go on back in the kitchen.
Where's Milena, still in bed?
She has cystitis and she feels like crying.
Nancy painted her nails Caribbean sky blue,
her favorite... but she won't get up.
Give her another pill.
But her nails take
- a long time to dry. - Isn't it time to go home, sweetie?
It's seven-thirty.
Valentin, come here, cupcake.
- How are you? - They want me in the kitchen.
No, no. Tell us how you got Milena to fall for you.
Rebeca, please!
This may be a whorehouse, but we behave like it's the royal palace, got it?
How many times do I have to tell you Valentin isn't a toy?
Should I call Simon?
Leave him alone or it's the back room for the lot of you.
Come on, we love him. Don't we, girls?
Sure we do!
We love him!
Yes!
Milena.
Wake up, beautiful.
Valentin's here.
I saw you. I saw you.
Come on. You've slept a lot.
The boss will be angry.
It's seven-thirty.
The pill to wake up.
I told the boss you have cystitis again.
Valen...
Can you send this for me right now?
From the Western Union office.
Felisa Chavez,
5-35 Third Street,
Dos Quebradas,
Risaralda, Colombia.
Your name is Felisa too.
Yes, my love.
Like my mother.
And like my daughter.
My baby.
Go on, love. They're going to close.
Positive!
Hi, Daddy.
I'm Nancy, from Cuba.
I'm here to warm your heart.
Just my heart, darling?
Well... for the time being.
Jennifer, what's the matter?
He looks like Valentin, but with a mean face.
You're crazy. Let's go sit down.
Stop looking at him, he'll realize.
- Who is he? - How should I know?
I'll go see.
What'll it be?
Who runs this place?
You?
I'm the manager.
Turn down the music.
It's on the house.
- Where's Valentin? - He went to send a letter.
He won't be long, Western closes at 8.
Who is this?
The whore fucking my brother?
Come here. Who's your pimp?
My boyfriend is Spanish. We're getting married.
- How old are you? - There are no minors here. She's 18.
I don't know what you've heard,
but we only offer the services
on our permit.
Massage and manicure, nothing else.
My brother didn't mention I'm a cop with a bad attitude?
First of all, their papers should be checked.
But today's your lucky day. I'm here for another reason.
- Why did you hire my brother? - His dad agreed first.
My dad and I do not agree on this issue.
Where is she? Busy?
Is that her?
I didn't say anything.
Have you seen that guy?
He's looking for you. He says he's Valentin's brother
and that he's a cop.
How much?
I can't hear you.
270 for the suite.
That's a lot.
You look a lot like my boyfriend.
I'll charge you half.
Lie on the bed.
Face down.
Bend your knees.
Spread them.
More.
I thought whores didn't get horny.
Who wouldn't with a stud like you, loverboy?
I'm not going to screw you. Not in your dreams.
Hi!
- Hi, handsome. - Hi.
- Hi, Valen. - Hi.
Valentin, did you get the earrings?
Yes.
At the flea market.
And the moisturizing cream?
Did we put it
- on the list? - Yes, we did.
Here.
Jazmi.
Come on.
Let's see.
Vitamin B for Dalila's hangovers.
What Milena wanted isn't here.
Lubricating cream for Esmeralda...
Yes, it is. The little sachets.
Strawberry condoms.
She has a kind heart. And she's very fond of him.
Believe it or not, we all are.
For my Friday customer.
Vanesa asked me for it.
Break's over. Come on, girls. Back to work.
Who the hell is this for?
I forgot a cream.
There's a really obnoxious cop out there.
He looks just like you.
He says he's your brother and he's going to arrest us all.
Raul!
We know he's a special kid, but... that doesn't matter.
He's respected.
Respected and loved. Because he's nice, helpful and affectionate.
He's free to leave anytime he wants.
Raul!
Okay,
okay, okay...
How are you?
Fine.
- Fine? - Yeah.
Unbutton this, you look silly.
Stronger, huh?
No more belly.
Hands up.
Hands up, come on...
He has eyes like a snake.
Honey, knock on wood and the nearest hooker.
Come on!
Come here.
Come here!
Look at your girlfriend.
She hooked one.
No, she didn't.
That's her cousin
the wine merchant. He brings her news about her daughter
- in Colombia. - Sure, her cousin.
Let's go.
You and I need to talk.
Wow! Is that yours?
Can I drive it?
It even has GPS!
You know what GPS is?
GPS is to know where you are.
Look.
It works like this.
Turn right to enter the main road.
Continue driving.
- Pull over at the next turn. - Positive!
You loved Mrs. Mir's pastries. Why did you change jobs?
I like Milena more than pastries.
I can tell. How long you been working there?
One day I made her a zucchini pizza,
but she doesn't like zucchini, she likes me.
If you only knew your limits. How do you know she likes you?
Because she touches me.
She touches me and laughs.
She's only happy when she's touching me.
Wait for me here.
Give it to me, baby! That's it!
Get off!
Tell me, scumbag.
What does a slut like you see in a defenseless moron?
Stay away from him
or I'll cut out your nipples and tongue.
Valentin's...
Valentin's my friend, you jerk!
You know what?
I'm gonna fuck her so you understand.
Do you know what the word "whore" means?
- Slut. - Not you. Not you. Please.
Not you.
Not you. Never. Never!
- Not you! - Okay, okay.
Take it easy, it's okay.
- Not you! - It's okay, calm down.
Leave it to me.
We'll talk tomorrow, okay?
You came to me and I warned you
to never believe in the mirage that hides
what I really am.
What I really am...
Turn down the music.
Turn it down!
Where did you get that song?
It's Milena's. I like it.
Don't you see you're being taken advantage of? Go to bed.
- Come with me. - Okay, but straight to sleep.
Yeah.
He lets him have it, then tucks him in.
Like when they were kids. He was his guardian angel.
Guardian angel? You said he was already kicking him in his mother's belly.
I never said that.
His mother said it once drunk and Raul cried the whole day.
He was 8 years old
and he really thought he hurt his brain in the womb by kicking him.
Olga.
The safe is short 300.
I always tell you if I take money.
I know.
Who do you think did it?
Valentin.
Are you sure?
It's not the first time.
Don't let Raul find out.
I saw him on the beach upset about something.
He's worried about his brother.
Whatever he plans on doing, he's giving it a lot of thought.
... following my schedule,
dying a little every day,
pretending to live.
A body identical to my own, but broken.
Useless for love.
Good night.
Like Ricky.
You do look like your brother.
But he has bad in his eyes.
Raul is good. He loves me. He's my brother.
I know he's good and he loves you. But he asked me not to see you.
What's wrong?
Did I say something bad?
Yes.
You better not love him.
How could I love that brute?
Besides, I'm in love with my Valen.
With teeth.
With noise.
My silly boy!
Ham and cheese pizza!
Coming right up!
It's eight o'clock.
Quarter to.
You're looking for trouble, Milena. The rooms don't belong to you.
They're for business, not for you to laze around all day.
Okay, okay.
I fucked ten guys today. Not enough for you?
You're looking old, Milena.
Yeah. I'm 25 years old.
Look around you.
Around me?
All I see is little girls learning to move their pussies around.
Men prefer an old whore like me, with experience.
You'll end up in the back room.
Then I'll be the Queen of the Back Room.
About Valentin...
Leave me alone!
Don't start with your little tricks.
Don't do this to me, baby.
Don't do this to me.
Did you like it?
I loved it.
An angel told me I'm not a whore anymore.
Valen.
Yeah?
If they send me to the back room, will you come with me?
Yes.
You'll be my girlfriend forever. Forever.
Promise.
I promise.
Don't fall asleep.
I'm not, my little cupcake.
Lie down next to me.
What does he want?
What does your brother want from me?
Gin. Straight.
Let's hear it.
When did you get here?
We knew Nelson Mazuera was in the area, but we couldn't locate him.
What else?
He's been located.
The Tristan boy still hasn't recovered.
He'll be fine.
Those bastards never die.
Tristan has a hand in every sex club in the country,
and with Mazuera as the front man...
You've been snooping
- at Lolita's. - Are you staying in town?
Maybe you thought of me
and brought some booze along.
You're looking pretty, Officer Lomas.
- Life's been good to you. - Be careful, you hear?
You know how these scumbags operate.
Please.
Something wrong?
- You want me to leave? - What?
I can't help it, I feel like a nuisance.
Raul, please. Always hurting yourself.
I like it here. I love Valentin.
We all love Valentin.
Hi!
Dad?
What's wrong?
Olga is Dad's!
Stop.
Stop it, stop it.
Okay, okay.
Come here. Come here.
What's wrong?
Sit down.
Here.
Let me see what you did to yourself.
Let's see.
Naked.
Look, Valentin. That was two years ago.
Olga is Dad's.
Dad and Olga hadn't met yet.
Olga is Dad's.
Olga and I were living together.
Olga is Dad's.
Okay, shit. Olga is Dad's. He can keep her.
And Milena is mine.
Come on, let's put some ice on that.
That silly Nancy practicing on you again.
I'll paint them black so those dummies won't laugh at you.
Valen...
What's wrong?
Let me see.
What happened to you?
What's wrong?
What's the matter, baby?
Tell Milena what's hurting your little heart.
He's going to hurt Dad.
Dad will die.
We won't let him find out.
You didn't see anything. Keep quiet.
Like it was a dream.
Want to play like we love each other?
Not you! Not you!
Not with him!
Olga is Dad's and Milena is mine!
Valen.
You're the one I love, sweetie pie.
Olga is Dad's.
Milena is mine.
Yes.
What would the officer like?
What do you suggest?
Water. We have sparkling or still.
Sparkling. And a match.
In a good mood, are we?
Whisky.
Hi, Daddy.
I'm Nancy, from Cuba.
I'm here to bring you pleasure.
Get lost.
I bet it gets so hard it could break.
I'm one of those girls who comes a dozen times.
Forget blowjobs and anal sex. I want the rock.
Beat it.
It's my country's flag.
I study manicure.
Watch out for her.
You'll get more than tics from her.
- Fuck off. - What's his problem?
Should I laugh or beat the shit out of him?
Please don't make a scene. I want to keep working here.
What's your problem? Wasn't I clear the other day?
Can't you hear me?
Hear you? Of course I can, you bastard.
I'm not a whore 24 hours a day.
What's wrong? Are you jealous of your brother?
Let's go to your room.
- Only if you pay for it. - I'll pay for it.
Let's go.
He's a fucking asshole.
Don't worry about it.
Valentin should be here any minute.
I know.
- Is that what you want? - Yes.
You want Valentin to see us.
To see you fucking me, yes.
So he sees what you are. A whore.
He's seen me plenty of times.
Not with me.
Come closer.
Why hurt him like this?
Look.
He's like a little boy. I'll tell him to stop
coming here, I swear I will.
It's too late for that.
50 for half an hour, 90 for an hour, right?
No.
Today I'm not available.
Take this off.
No...
All of it.
I'll get wet, but it's time for the girls to eat lunch.
First of all, their papers should be checked.
It's pouring outside.
My brother didn't mention I'm a cop with a bad attitude?
Can't you get that into your head?
My brother's a moron
born with cerebral palsy.
What does a whore like you see in a mental retard?
Why do you let him in your bed?
Although...
you do look pretty fuckable.
Let's go upstairs.
You were going to show me your recipe for lemon cake, remember?
Is Raul here?
Come with me, sweetie.
Valen.
Wait.
Wear this, it's still raining.
Take care.
Help! Help!
Help!
Inside that body, a kind heart was beating.
A heart full of love, that he wanted to give to others.
But he was denied the faculties to do so.
He couldn't be smart.
His star didn't shine in the sky.
He would never wear the crown of success.
Nevertheless, there was good in him
and everything he did.
He was asked to believe in life,
and like a child, he accepted
sweetly.
What the fuck are you doing here?
Goodness was his emblem,
gentleness his banner.
The first thing I did was request your file.
You had problems in the Basque Country.
We all loved you
and we always will.
The ballistics report was conclusive.
You're wrong.
They were after me, yes. But it wasn't ETA.
The pistol and the caliber were ETA.
We don't have smart killers in this country.
Why go to the trouble, when the police
are so stupid.
You think it's hard to use the same caliber?
- Experience... - Stop! Go away!
Get out of here!
I advise you not to do anything you might regret later.
- Give me a drink. - Okay.
Well.
I see you're still alive.
I rose from the grave in honor of Nelson Mazuera.
Eau-de-vie.
My son sends you his best from the hospital.
I don't know if I came to ask a favor or to shoot you.
The favor would be easier for me.
And for you.
Open it.
Open it, damn it.
I hear these girls need breaking in before they become prostitutes.
It's easy to hook them on drugs,
but who takes care of deflowering them?
You?
Probably with a broom handle.
What else?
Be careful.
You're not a cop anymore.
You can't hide behind a badge anymore. We know you got fired.
You really think I need a badge to blow your balls off?
Okay.
Why are you here?
What's the favor?
What do you want, Officer?
For now I'll settle for you taking your hand off him.
And the other one.
What else?
You can go home.
How much do you owe the company?
100 thousand? 200 thousand?
Paid off.
You owe them nothing.
Did you go crazy?
Yes.
I bought your freedom,
in my own way.
You're free.
You can go back to your country.
I don't want to go back.
You want to be a whore forever?
Yes.
I'm paying a debt, but I make a lot of money.
A lot more than a cop.
I'm helping my daughter.
I get paid to fake orgasms, but I love doing it.
What we feel can't be faked.
I won't sleep with you again.
Why not?
It would be a betrayal.
To who?
Valentin is dead.
That's why.
Imagine I'm him.
You want to be like Valentin?
Bring me heroin.
I'm running low.
This is mine.
Where can I score?
I know a place.
Is it far?
Five kilometers on the right.
Order a whisky
and put this by the glass.
They'll understand.
Olga.
And I'll keep doing my job,
faking love one customer at a time,
pretending also
that it doesn't matter to me
that you're not here anymore.
I'll follow...
my schedule,
dying a little every day,
pretending...
to live.
Your brother didn't come today.
Next to me.