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The law does not protect victims.

Not in this world

governed by anarchy.

Survival of the fittest.

No son of a b*tch took care of Elizabeth!

You seem very knowledgeable, but

What the f*** you mean, James?

Enrique Iglesias

I thought you were smarter.

Like many of

these girls, Isabel, ...

never had a choice.

The American dream never

became a reality for her.

It was a wonderful woman.

But he was doomed.

Drugs, abuse, everything!

Nobody killed Elizabeth.

The American Nightmare

killed her.

What the hell do you mean?

Who do you want to arrest, James?

No! You're not listening!

Think a bit about my second point.

Legally no one

matter who killed her!

Thousands of women like Elizabeth

die every day, Daniel, ...

and nobody cares about them!

Let me ask you something.

Who benefited

with his death?

Who had a motive

to kill her? Me?

What I do not control anything?

I'm just a millionaire.

No, damn it.

I miss her!

What about that?

Will you do something about it, Mr. Detective?

It was so good that customers

gave jewels and sh*t.

At first it did not affect me.

I felt sorry for her.

But then I

began to bother, you know?

I wanted to talk to her.

I tried to remind

about why they came here ...

About his son, and the

money he needed.

But it was useless.

She was lost.

Time's up, buddy.

Is that enough for you?

We're just talking.

- Get off me now!

- Just a second. I like you.

The head begins to suspect.

And remember, here's cameras.

Tell me how much you make here.

Because I think that's a lot.

Well, not so much as you think.

The club gets 40%

of all income.

If you try to cheat,

can not return to work.

Second, Miguel takes ...

50% everything

we receive from our customers.

Add to that the money

for food, rent,

makeup and,

in the case of Isabel, drugs.

Actually we have no almost no money.

This makes a lot

less than what everyone thinks.

But Isabel was doing well.

He had James,

I took care of it,

and a lesbian actress

I was crazy about her.

He also had the old

it was like a father to her.

What else can you expect a whore?

You killed Isabel?

Did you kill her?

He had every reason to kill

that b*tch ungrateful!

Brought her here, and taught him everything.

And what do I get?

Nothing.

No respect or appreciation,

nothing!

Sure he deserved

the sh*t that happened!

- Damn b*tch, you killed Isabel?

- No, you idiot!

What's between you and Isabel?

- Are you a f***ing cop?

- Yes, I am.

Outside, friend! Not

abusing the girls.

I decide when

I'm the son of a b*tch!

Elizabeth wanted to quit.

What happened?

Basically wanted

leave his job.

I tried to help her find

legal work.

But ... I was addicted.

Drugs kill her slowly.

So I decided to take her with me,

for a couple of days at the mountain.

I wanted clean of drugs.

Isabel, spent two

week with me in the cabin.

How did you do?

What do you tell your wife?

My wife and I were

separated by a while.

Isabel helped me

overcome this difficult time.

I did not kill Elizabeth.

Our friendship did not end well

but I did not.

When was the last

time you saw Isabel?

The day he died.

We had a great discussion.

He said he left the profession ...

and bring your child here.

And I said ...

What did he say?

Julia!

What else did he say, Julia?

Pregnant.

She told me she was pregnant.

Julia.

Did you know that Elizabeth was pregnant?

Where did you hear?

It was not in the police report.

- But you know that?

- Yes

When you find out you were pregnant?

Mr. Watson, a certain Elizabeth

says he has an appointment with you.

- I call the police?

- No, just go.

Isabel.

I thought we'd talk

later to decide what to do.

The next day the police came

and I was interrogated about his death.

What about pregnancy?

A friend of mine was in charge of

that the matter is not known.

- I wonder one thing, son ...

- I'm not your f***ing son.

Why are you so interested in Isabel?

Why do you care?

Police closed the case 15 years ago.

I reopened the investigation.

All right. You know that none of this

come to court?

Not even be a trial.

When was the

last time you saw Isabel?

The day he died.

- Was murdered.

- Yes

- Did you kill her?

- F*** ...

and listen to the story to the end!

Think you can

give up just like that?

You signed a contract with me

for three f***ing years!

Three f***ing years!

You still lack a f***ing year.

If you try to leave me, you

I will find you and sh*t!

And then look for your father,

your sister and your son.

I will kill your whole family and

all your DNA.

Do you understand?

All your DNA.

What?

You understand that is DNA?

What?

Say it, b*tch!

Do you understand?

Say you understand, b*tch!

Say it.

Say you understand, b*tch!

Say you understand, b*tch!

Go out and earn money

for me, f***ing b*tch!

Anna, give me my stuff.

Give me my bag.

I hope you die, b*tch!

Elizabeth, it's time to go.

You made a scene and

that's bad for business.

- James!

- Raul, okay.

Get a grip.

One false move

and you have to vrtela me.

Looks like the party started

without me.

You look terrible.

Do not talk to me, you f***ing b*tch!

I see you were

trying to steal my man.

Stop fighting, girls.

Do not argue.

Calm down. There

enough for all.

Now you'll see.

Move your ass, girl!

Move it!

What the hell are you doing?

You are kissing my girl!

Do not get mad.

Your little whore wants me now.

- Come here, come here!

- What the hell are you doing, James?

Son of a b*tch!

Get away from me!

Call the police.

Is this what you want?

Come on, you piece of sh*t!

I'll kill you, motherf***er!

Come on!

Raul!

Pair it out.

Did you get everything you wanted?

Yes.

If you find

who killed Isabel ...

let me know, please.

Hello, handsome.

Did you have a hard day?

Yes, you could say that.

Do not you want your friend Crystal,

help you forget?

I can

help anything.

Come on, do not be a spoilsport.

- What do you, Crystal?

- You can buy me a drink.

- Today I am good company.

- Never are.

I like you, and if I remember correctly,

still have unfinished business.

Come on.

Sh*t!

What the ...?

And for your information ...

Isabel was a whore!

Isabel ...

was my mother.

Watch F***ing sh*t!

The damn clock was missing!

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