Samu.
You good?
Yeah. Just thirsty.
Go back to sleep.
Shit.
-You're really not okay. -I'm just fine.
Go to bed.
Omar…
Shit. I'm sorry.
I'm fed up with you seeing me like this.
Like I'm sick or something.
I'm fed up with my body working against me.
Why am I still anxious when everything's fine?
It's to be expected, don't you think?
We almost lost the apartment.
We aren't together anymore, even though we still share a bed.
But we didn't lose the apartment.
And you're still here. What's gonna happen when you leave?
The question itself is pathetic.
It's like there's a part of me, deep down, asking you not to go.
'Cause, if you do, I'll have some sort of breakdown.
I don't see it like that.
Maybe you should.
Can I give you a hug?
-Stop. -What's wrong?
You okay?
Yeah.
It's just that…
I'm kinda getting hard.
I kinda got a little hard too.
It'd be a really bad idea and super confusing if we hooked up.
Right?
Yeah, it'd…
It'd be a bad idea.
It's probably best we don't.
Yeah, we shouldn't.
Hey, guys!
How's it going?
I hope you're having a great morning.
I'm having an awesome one.
I have a gorgeous girl here with me. Okay. Say hi.
Hi. Wow. You're really scoffing that down!
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Shit.
-Come on. You just ruined it. -What?
You could've used a napkin.
-Instead of being all… -All what?
-I was putting on a performance. -I know.
The thing is, you always put the same spin on everything.
It's always sexual, slutty.
Excuse me? Hold on.
What I mean is, if we want different results,
we need to be doing things differently, right?
So let's change the way we do things in public.
On social media and stories.
Are you mad?
I'm only trying to help you.
Don't be mad.
Can I have a kiss?
What if…
What?
…you skip a couple of classes, and we hang out in bed?
I'll think about it.
Okay.
Iván!
You're not even gonna say good morning?
I don't want anything to do with my mom either. Our mom.
She messed my life up too.
I'm not like her.
Dude, do you know what time it is?
I'm coming.
Omar had a rough night.
He woke up and couldn't get back to sleep.
Are you sure about all this?
Yeah. I'm just helping him.
I saw you last night.
Are you guys back together?
No way. Of course not.
-Good morning. -Morning.
-Coffee. Great. -Here.
What's up?
Nothing.
-You didn't tell him-- -No.
No, of course not. There's nothing to tell.
Yeah, no. Nothing at all.
I'm gonna take a shower.
Does he know you're not back together?
You're telling me Rocío's mom is doing this with her charity?
It's incriminating evidence.
That's why we have her under our control.
We're all involved in some sketchy shit here, honey.
Well, we aren't.
At least not anymore. I won't allow it.
You won't?
Wake up. You're not in charge here.
You're just a front.
You just can't ever admit that I've done something right, Mom.
I've been doing a great job as the owner.
-Really? -Yeah.
Says who? Your dad? I doubt it.
He's not happy that you stopped the eviction.
Me? I'm not happy either.
Your boyfriend?
Well, that makes more sense.
You did him and his family a favor.
Don't drag him into this.
-Do you know what his family's doing? -What?
They're bidding to buy the apartments in the building we wanted to demolish.
If they own that land, we won't be able to expand Isadora House.
That's why he convinced you to stop the eviction.
To buy them time.
I don't believe you. Or at least, I doubt that's true.
For once in your life, listen to me. Do not trust that kid.
This is really shady business.
That's why I didn't want you involved.
I wanted to keep you away from all this.
I just want you to know that, if I ever came between you and Dídac,
it was only to keep you safe and to protect you.
What did you do?
All sorts of things.
Amazona?
Amazona.
-And the shooting. -You're sick in the head.
-Really sick. This is serious. -It's not too late.
Tell your dad you want nothing to do with this and get out of here.
Go away for a while. To Paris, for example.
You always loved Paris.
Just for a little while.
Think about it, honey.
Hello, guys!
How's it going?
I hope you're having a great morning. I'm having an awesome one.
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I have a gorgeous girl here with me.
Okay. Say hi.
Hi.
You look amazing.
You think?
I don't feel like myself.
Really?
Well, I think you look great.
I think you're more yourself than ever.
Once Sara comes to get her stuff, we'll put yours in the closet, okay?
Okay.
So your mom's finally getting to you now?
Well, yeah. What can I say?
I'm the least trusting person ever. This just made it a lot worse.
I asked you to stop the eviction to help the people who live there and our friends.
I have nothing to do with my family business.
-Promise me. -What?
Swear you're not helping your family over mine or over me.
I promise.
Okay.
I believe you.
I thought I could handle all this, but it's getting complicated.
Don't worry. You know that I'm here to help you.
And that I love you.
I love you too.
I only have half an hour to grab coffee with you.
I don't get why it's so urgent.
We need to talk.
Come on. Let's get that coffee.
Is everything okay?
You don't look well.
I could hardly sleep.
Why? Worried about something?
Can we have an honest conversation?
I need it. This is eating me up inside.
Of course we can.
Mom…
are you being bribed?
-This again? -Why?
Nobody's bribing me. Just stop.
You can't even look me in the eye. Either tell me the truth--
Or what?
I don't need this right now.
Look, fuck the coffee.
And fuck you too.
Hey, Nico. Do you have a second?
Yeah, sure.
Bye.
Will your parents mind if I stay at your place for a couple days?
I don't know. Why?
I need to get out of my house.
I can't stand my mom. She's lying to my face.
Don't worry. I'll find somewhere to stay.
No, let me ask them.
Forget it, really. I don't want to be a bother.
It's just because of Eric.
He's finally doing well with his meds. I don't want to upset him.
You think I could upset him?
Thanks for thinking I'd be able to.
I promise you, that wouldn't happen. But it's okay. Really. I get it.
No, come on. It'll be okay.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Look at you. All covered up.
I thought I'd change up my look.
New boyfriend, new look… I wonder whose idea that was.
-You're just bummed I'm not showing skin. -Nah.
My meds are really steering me clear of any ridiculous obsessions.
Right. For the record, he's not my boyfriend.
-Raúl, what are you doing here? -Hi.
I brought your lunch.
To school? I thought you wanted to take it slow.
I mean, it's nothing.
-Yeah. -If it bothers you…
No, it's okay. I want it now.
-Thanks. -Chloe!
Chloe, god-damn it. It's me!
Why won't you answer the damn phone?
See you at home, okay?
-Where have you been? -Around.
-With him? -That's none of your business.
Is that Sara's boyfriend?
Mom, leave me alone, please.
What's your problem? We were having a wonderful evening.
Then you vanished and wouldn't answer my calls.
Tell me, what's your problem?
You disgust me, Mom.
I'm not going home because I can't even look at you.
Is that clear?
-Hello. -What are you doing here?
Hey. I came to see Chloe.
We're getting to know each other.
-I didn't know. -Really?
-I wish you all the best. -Thanks. Listen.
You're coming over later to pick up your stuff, right?
That's what we agreed on.
I really can't see you with a girl like Chloe.
Took you a while, huh? What is it? You jealous?
Are you doing this to make me jealous?
Maybe. Is it working?
Stop kidding yourself, asshole.
Oh, I think you're missing me already.
Look, it's best if we don't talk. Just let me get my stuff.
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Hey, handsome.
Rice with artichokes. I remembered how much you love it.
Come help me set the table.
This is great. Should we wait for Dalmar?
No. I'd like it to be just the two of us.
-Omar… -Shit.
I'm sorry.
I know we're not together.
I promise you, I'm not getting carried away, but…
It's just that it feels so nice to be okay that…
Look, I don't want this to get confusing.
Neither do I.
But between being a broken mess who paces around the house
having panic attacks every five minutes,
and being okay and making dinner, I prefer the latter.
Come on. Try it.
Is it good?
Delicious.
And believe me, the sooner I get better, the sooner you can feel free.
Don't put it like that, okay?
It sounds awful.
I don't feel trapped.
You do a little.
But I promise you I'm gonna get better.
You can stop looking after me.
And be free to be with Iván, if you want.
How are things with him?
I'd rather not talk to you about Iván.
Is it too weird?
I mean, it kind of is.
Right.
You think I'm still too fragile
to know you have feelings for him, and that I wouldn't be able to cope.
Then you'd feel responsible, and you'd be trapped again
in this vicious cycle you don't know how to get out of.
Hey… relax. I'm kidding.
I'm making fun of myself and this whole situation.
Let's just take it easy.
Have a nice dinner, drink some wine…
And no sex.
I promise.
No, don't worry. You don't need to promise.
I can promise that myself.
Raúl, I'm home.
Hi!
What's with all the wine? Three bo--
What's she doing here?
Hi, honey.
Look, I brought some whiskey.
Awesome.
She didn't know I was coming?
I wanted to meet your mom and for her to see that you're okay.
Without asking me first?
Get out.
Chloe…
No, I want her gone.
Carmen, excuse us a moment.
Chloe, let's talk in the kitchen.
-I'm not going anywhere until she leaves. -Chloe…
What is this about?
-Come on! -I'm literally in shock.
You don't understand.
-Okay. -I want nothing to do with her.
Babe, relax.
Okay? You can't run away from home and just move in here.
Oh, am I in the way now?
No, you're not. But we were gonna take it slow.
You just called me "babe."
It slipped out. I'm sorry.
We said we were going to do things the right way.
One of those things is sitting down and talking to her.
But I don't want to. I don't want to be near her.
Chloe, she's your mother.
Okay? The only one you've got.
So let's have dinner and leave that bad energy outside.
I'll be at your side the whole time.
Okay?
Come on. Cheer up.
Dinner's ready.
You have to tell Rocío that this isn't usually how we do things.
Women don't do all the work here. We share the housework equally.
For example, my dad cooks all the time.
When we're having chicken. That's all he can cook.
-It's true. -You see? Chicken.
Here's the chicken.
Eric, help yourself.
No. With the meds I'm taking, I don't feel hungry.
I don't feel anything.
That's normal, Eric. It'll balance out eventually.
It's all right.
I had to slow things down in my head. I was really manic.
Not being hungry and feeling sleepy is kinda like being stoned, but
without screwing up my lungs.
If you were stoned, you'd be hungry, right?
Nico.
Can we stop talking about drugs? What is our guest going to think?
Yeah.
What am I going to think? I think I love seeing you like this.
Like a loving and supportive family. The kind that talks about things.
-Last week, things here were tense. -It was my fault.
But they were really patient with me, so I'm gonna make it up to them.
So I'll keep poppin' those meds.
And if I never feel hunger or anything again, then…
I'll survive, right?
One day at a time, Eric. You're doing fine.
So, Nico, drumstick or breast?
-What is it? -Chicken.
So… Rocío's mom is basically using her charity to traffic babies.
Damn.
This is serious shit.
And my parents are blackmailing her so she'll do everything we want.
We're involved in some shady shit.
MAKE COPIES OR TAKE PHOTOS OF THOSE DOCUMENTS.
What's that? Who texted you?
You made a face.
My brother is more annoying and controlling than ever.
Isa, I promise you that none of this crap going on around us
is going to hurt us.
I promise.
-Really? -Yes, I promise.
Make love to me like it's the last time.
-You're saying that like it is the last. -You never know.
With your family, mine,
the judge, and the blackmail, who knows what could happen.
Who knows.
What's wrong? Can't sleep in Nico's room?
He really snores, huh?
Can I hang out here for a while?
Yeah, sure.
I promised Nico that my presence wouldn't upset you, and here I am,
getting into your bed.
Well, nothing can upset me now.
The power of chemicals.
Are you really taking it this well?
Yes.
-It's the right thing to do. -You're not yourself.
Jesus.
You're supposed to help me, not question me.
Fine. Sorry.
Shit. I'm sorry.
Dammit…
What?
Those pills leave me dead from the waist down.
Well, I don't care about that.
Right.
But I do.
Let's just sleep, okay?
Hey…
this bed is kinda small for both of us.
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-What's up? -How are you?
How's it going, guys?
What's up?
So what do you want?
We have mephedrone, molly, speed, mesc, coke…
Take your pick.
I shouldn't.
The dude's gone bougie on us.
You've been tamed, bro.
Who's got coke?
I can't get used to seeing you dressed like that.
-It's not your style. -Raúl gave it to me.
And you like it because he got it for you, right?
It's not you. You look like Laura Ingalls.
Who?
So, who am I, Mom?
Okay, I'll tell you.
You're a strong, independent woman.
You know who you are. You don't take shit from anyone.
You're not a Barbie doll for some brat to play with and change her clothes,
her house, her attitude, and what she stands for.
She's nobody's Barbie doll.
That's not what's happening here.
Carmen…
I'm sorry, but I'm not like that.
Besides, she can do whatever she wants.
Honestly, Carmen, I'd like for us to get along.
I mean it.
I'll tell you what.
How about a family selfie?
Raúl, now's not the right time.
Sure it is. We can get rid of these bad vibes.
Come on.
Carmen, turn around.
There.
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I don't get it, Chloe. I don't.
No one asked you to get it, Mom.
So you're suddenly in a relationship?
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YOU'RE STALKING ME FROM A FAKE ACCOUNT. WON'T YOU ADMIT YOU MISS ME, BABY?
All I'm asking for is a little common sense, okay?
-You must have got some from me. -Common sense, you?
Don't make me laugh. You have no shame either.
What have I ever done to you, Chloe?
Ask Iván.
What did you do with him?
Don't worry.
He knows everything.
I told him myself.
Don't bother looking for him. He doesn't want to see either of us.
-Chloe-- -No.
Maybe it's best if you leave.
I'll walk you out.
Give her some space, okay?
And stay out of her life for a while.
Shut up, you brat.
She's my daughter.
I won't let you boss her around.
I understand that, as mothers, you do your best for your children,
but you don't realize what a toxic burden you leave us.
Most of the time.
Goodbye.
ARE YOU AWAKE? I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.
I KNOW YOU KNOW EVERYTHING.
Oh, you're in here. Sorry.
That was a great a cappella show you put on.
You heard us?
Celebrating that you're not a thing?
We're not back together.
Why would you be? You're having sex more now than when you were a couple.
At least Omar's happier.
So you're fucking Omar to keep him happy.
Sounds like a great idea, man.
That's not what I meant, Dalmar.
What did you mean?
I don't know. I don't want you to judge me.
Do you want to be with him or not?
-No, that's crystal clear to me. -Does Omar know?
-Yeah. -I don't think he does.
He knows, damn it!
If he knows, he's manipulating you.
What?
What do you mean? Omar's not like that.
I'm not saying he's doing it on purpose. I know he's a good guy and all, but…
I think he'll do whatever it takes to make you stay
because he's still madly in love with you.
And you're such a pushover that you let him do it.
Dude, things aren't that simple.
And I need him to get better.
Yeah, I understand that.
But I think it's about time he took control of his own life.
And you took control of yours.
Who are you, in my opinion?
Not her, that's for sure.
This is not my daughter.
WHAT ARE YOU UP TO?
Hey!
Hello.
Want a beer or something?
I'd rather fuck.
Shit.
God bless Viagra.
Those pills left me dead.
Sure. The pills did, but not the coke, right?
Hell no!
-It was those shitty pills. -God, shut up and fuck me.
Hey, I'm about to come, okay?
-I'm not. Wait. -I'm coming. I'm…
God-damn!
-Let's go dance. -I can't find my panties.
See you out there.
Don't take too long, okay?
Okay.
MOM
IS THIS YOUR DAUGHTER, THEN?
HI. YOU MUST BE SLEEPING.
CARMEN: ARE YOU AWAKE?
I NEED TO TALK TO YOU. I KNOW YOU KNOW EVERYTHING.
JOEL: HI. YOU MUST BE SLEEPING.
-Hey. -I'm so happy you texted.
Your message was just what I needed.
I was dying to talk to you.
Does that bother you?
It'll never bother me that you want to talk.
Hey, Iván…
-Can I come see you? -Yeah.
Sure.
Let's meet at my place.
Hi.
What happened?
I had to see you.
I needed to be with you.
But I don't know if I'm good for you.
You're the only good thing for me right now.
I need a good person by my side.
Are you okay?
You're shaking.
Yeah. I'm okay.
Are you?
Iván…
Yeah?
I don't know what will happen with me and Omar.
It's way too complicated.
Do you wanna be here right now?
That's all I want.
Me too.
I just want to think about you and me.
Honestly.
That's all I want.
Honestly.
I want to say screw it all and be with you.
Only with you.
Nico, Eric isn't here.
I think he left last night, and… I think it was my fault.
What's wrong?
These are copies of municipal building and residential property regulations.
There's nothing to incriminate Catalina or anyone.
Nothing at all.
Hey. Why'd you crash on the couch?
What's going on?
Omar…
Come on.
Did you take anything?
-No, I'm fine. Leave me alone. -Fine, my ass.
What's up? You were doing great yesterday.
It was all a lie, Dalmar.
He doesn't want to be with me.
He's been out all night.
I waited for him on the couch like an idiot.
I'm pathetic, man.
I bet he's with Iván.
-They're probably back together. -You've gotta be kidding.
Are you gonna have a breakdown every time he leaves?
Your pain is making you selfish.
I don't want to be like this.
But I can't help it.
I can't help it.
Look…
I understand you're not doing well, but Joel deserves better.
Don't drag him down. It won't help you get better.
It doesn't work like that, and you know it.
Should we go?
Where?
To the coffee machine.
-Here, at school? -Yes.
-Not somewhere else? -Don't worry. This won't take long.
I'll just say this.
I don't care what the DNA says.
You were never there for me.
You are not my mother.
And I am not your son.
How much do you want?
-Excuse me? -Money. How much?
I don't buy that your maternal instincts kicked in
just when my dad died.
That's why you came.
For the money.
-You're being very unfair-- -Half a million?
One million?
Two million?
One for each child you lost?
All right. Perfect.
Two million is fine.
I'll call my lawyers and ask them to make the transfer.
Good riddance.
Hi, handsome.
I'm moving back in with my parents for a while.
I'll be okay. I promise.
It's what's best for both of us.
Let's keep in touch, okay?
Thanks for all you've done for me.
I love you, Joel.
Subtitle translation by: Toni Navarro, Meredith Cannella