Why did you confess?
No one believes me in here. And definitely not out there.
No one believes Iván could've done it, but I've already been convicted.
Carmen showed me what people are saying about me online.
She said if I confessed, my family would be okay.
What?
She's trying to save Iván's ass.
But you didn't kill Joel. You can't go to jail.
There's more to it.
I tried to blackmail Carmen with a video, and Joel got involved.
He wanted to help me stay in Spain.
One second. What do you mean, blackmail?
With a video of what?
Dalmar, please.
One of Raúl's death.
It showed Carmen looking out from the rooftop after he fell.
So you think Carmen killed Joel?
Maybe.
But the ones who pulled a knife on him at Alumni
were Eric and Chloe.
It shows two people coming from Alumni.
Sorry, but Dalmar blaming Eric and Chloe seems kind of strange.
Didn't he confess already?
He was bribed and pressured into it on social media, okay?
Sorry, but look.
If we saw them at the party, we could rule them out already.
But you can't make out anything here.
Sure. You're a handsome, rich, white boy who can post bail like it's chump change.
-So they ruled you out. -Excuse me?
It didn't take you long to take control of the computer.
-You might be hiding something. -Sonia, what's your deal?
The four of us are using the computer.
-Iván didn't do it. Period. -And neither did Dalmar.
So, does anyone trust Eric and Chloe? Let's analyze the situation.
Blackmail, a knife fight, and Eric isn't firing on all cylinders…
-The cops questioned them already. -So?
Those fucking fascists did it.
They killed him and dragged him out.
I'll do whatever it takes so they go to jail.
I don't know.
We all know Héctor and Emilia are assholes.
But, I mean, killing someone?
What if Eric and Chloe really are guilty?
Shit. Come on.
Omar, you're in no shape to help with the move.
Or for such a huge change.
Yeah, but I can't make rent on my own. Should I just throw myself off a cliff?
What should we do with this?
Are we taking it or throwing it away?
Come with me.
What's wrong?
You shouldn't have come here, Omar.
This is a lot for you to handle. Come on. Let's step outside.
I've lost everything.
You have your family.
-I'll go get my meds. -No.
You have to stop relying on them.
Close your eyes.
Sleep, little boy
Until it's dinnertime
And if our dinner's not ready
Our neighbor's will be
Mom would always sing that to us when we were kids.
Yeah. When you were in a coma, I sang it to you every day.
It seemed like you responded to my voice.
And I swear it felt like you were smiling at me.
Sleep, child
Until it's dinnertime
And if our dinner's not ready
Our neighbor's will be
Sleep, little boy
Until your mother comes to see you
The bread is on the table
And the sweets are on the tray
Sleep, little boy
Until dinnertime
And if our dinner's not ready
Our neighbor's will be…
CHECK-IN IS NOW OPEN.
YOUR FLIGHT TO NEW YORK (JFK) IS SCHEDULED TO DEPART IN 24 HOURS.
I'm dead sure he didn't do it.
Not even for Chloe?
Nico, Chloe has him wrapped around her finger.
She uses that maraca in his head to get him to do whatever she wants.
Are you hearing yourself right now?
Your cousin isn't just crazy. He's crazy about Chloe too.
Stop calling him crazy.
Nico, he's not quite right.
Yeah, I know that. Is he easily manipulated? Sure.
But I'm not gonna let anyone give him shit for that.
Besides, you're the one who obsesses over Raúl all day, every day.
If you care about me, please don't say anything.
All right.
Fine. I won't say anything because I don't want to hurt you.
But I won't stop till I find that video.
And if your cousin's involved, sorry, but he's going down.
I swear I don't have it.
Promise me that Chloe will delete it if she has it.
I'm telling you, we don't have that fucking video.
What's got you so worked up?
Because I'm afraid you'll end up taking the rap.
What's up?
-Did you tell anyone? -No.
I saw you arguing with Sara before. You didn't tell her, did you?
No, Eric.
You'd hand over your house keys to any girl who looks your way.
It really hurts feeling like you don't believe me.
I'm just worried about you.
Nico is a fucking terrible liar.
I know how to read him.
He wasn't just lying. He felt guilty too.
I hear you, babe. But he is overly protective of you.
Give him the benefit of the doubt.
Okay?
All right, let's assume that Nico kept it under wraps.
What if someone saw us fighting with Joel at Alumni?
No way.
I'm starting to think Nico might've let it slip. Or maybe Dalmar.
No, babe. Don't freak out.
We told the cops we didn't see Joel.
So what if Dalmar blabbed? They didn't buy it. It's all good.
What about you? Did you get your phone back?
Yeah.
I need to charge it.
Losing your phone during that fight with Joel?
-If they had found it, we'd be screwed. -I know.
They're staring at us. They know, Chloe. They all know.
They don't, babe.
Just relax. If we seem nervous, they'll get suspicious.
All I want is revenge.
I want whoever did this to Joel to pay.
Baby, you're letting your anger cloud your judgment.
It's understandable, but that's not who you are.
Chloe and Eric are good friends of ours.
Well... no, the truth is we're not great friends.
Did I tell you what she did?
To get into Alumni, she backstabbed me and showed Emilia my private accounts.
I can't prove it, but I've got no doubts. Chloe is the biggest bitch ever.
She'd do anything to get her way.
And poor Eric isn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
Although I can't picture her with a knife in her hand, going at it.
What I can imagine, though, is that she forced Eric to do it.
I mean, seriously?
They totally did it. But... what for?
To protect Chloe and her mom.
It's obvious.
Where are Baba and Mama?
Baba felt dizzy, so they went to the ER to get him checked out.
But don't worry.
They're exhausted.
And they're getting older.
How are you?
I'm a fucking wreck.
Dalmar didn't do it. It was Héctor and Emilia.
They set up a campaign to get him convicted.
But we can't prove that.
Even if we could, who'd go after them?
Even you're afraid of them. You called them evil and shady.
Yeah, but not murderers.
They should at least pay for beating me up.
What?
I kept quiet because they threatened your internship.
You've seen what they're capable of.
You know one thing for certain. Now what?
Are you willing to sacrifice your bright future to help me?
I'm sorry, Nadia. I'm being selfish.
Go and embrace the life that's in store for you.
Hi, Mama. How's Baba?
I'm fine, darling. Really.
It's all good. Don't worry.
We're going home now.
-Okay, see you later. -See you later.
Report the siblings.
What?
No, Nadia. No fucking way.
Omar, don't worry about my future.
I'll have one anywhere.
Here too.
I'd rather be close to my family.
-We need to-- -Drop dead.
We need to attend the Alumni end-of-year soirée.
Together, as president and vice president.
Cancel it.
Alumni came from all over.
They're here, and we have to show them we're united.
If that's all you care about, go alone.
Good luck.
All I care about is you.
You're blowing me off to the point of not sleeping at home.
I swear I can't take this anymore. It's tearing me apart.
Please, look at me.
Disappearing from the life of someone you love
is one of the cruelest forms of abuse.
That's where you're wrong.
I don't love you.
Hurt me as much as you like.
But I'd be incapable… of doing anything that would cause you pain.
Are you seriously convinced I did it?
Emilia, you'd do anything to keep me by your side.
So I requested a transfer... to study abroad.
Abroad? Where?
As far away as possible from all this.
And from the memory of Joel.
And from you.
No way.
Tell me it's not true.
-Héctor, you can't-- -I said drop dead!
The thing is, according to Nico,
Eric and Chloe intimidated Joel as a response to his blackmail.
I don't think Joel could do that.
Honey, I'm sorry for what I'm about to say.
I know it's too soon, but Joel would do anything for money.
There's no way it was just intimidation.
Remember that the video implicates Carmen in Raúl's death.
They wanted to get rid of Joel for sure.
Carmen's no saint, but I--
If she pushed my Raúl off the rooftop,
she could have killed Joel in cold blood too.
Or talked Chloe into making Eric do it.
I saw the three of them at the party, all worked up, scheming something.
-I swear. -Okay. So what's your plan, then?
We team up and steal that bitch Chloe's phone.
I bet it has Carmen's video or incriminating conversations on it.
If we find them and they get arrested,
I can finally get closure on Raúl.
You could do the same with Joel, Iván. It's a win-win situation.
At least we'd know for sure.
Okay. How do we steal her phone?
At school, right?
Nah. No, we need a more laid-back setting.
What?
There's a soiree at Isadora House.
-Cruz9. -Cruz9. Sorry.
It's a luxury party organized by Alumni.
Chloe is a member, so she'll attend. She'll take Eric as her plus-one.
Exactly. In fact, they RSVP'd.
Honey, relax. No one is looking at us or accusing us.
Let's have some fun, okay?
Just a little.
Sure.
Hey. Hello.
It's an Alumni party, guys. That means chaos, drugs, and alcohol.
Obviously, security is on our side.
It's the best place to steal that bitch's phone.
Hey, sis.
"Sis"? As in "sister"?
Yeah, "sis" as in "sister."
Okay.
Hey, I still haven't thanked you.
For everything Carmen and you have done.
Well, with the bail and my arrest.
Your online support too. Thank you very much.
It's taken me a while, but I've seen the light about you.
Life was offering me a mother and a sister, and…
I think it's time for me to really get to know you two.
Or, at least, find out where all this is going.
-That'd be nice. -Yeah, right?
Can we talk for a while?
-Okay. -Sure?
The only thing is, I don't want to leave Eric alone.
Give him some space, or you'll stress him out.
-Right. -But what do I know?
I mean, you know him best.
No, you're totally right.
Also, I like seeing him with other people, not so dependent on me.
-Sure. -Or anyone. It's good for him, you know?
Yeah.
So yes, I'd be delighted to have a drink with my bro.
Okay.
Excuse me.
Emilia, we need to talk to you and your brother.
He's wanted to blame us for the attack from the start.
Because you did it. You and 20 other people.
Sure, 20. There were 50 of us, Omar. No, not 50. One hundred.
-Please note my sarcastic tone, okay? -Noted.
So where's the proof?
It's our job to see if there is any and if the report is justified.
We didn't do it, Omar.
You lying son of a bitch.
They even sent me a threatening video.
Did we?
Can we see it?
It got deleted.
Right. What a coincidence.
But I'm sure it can be traced, right?
Sure. Let's call Mr. WhatsApp to--
Shut up already!
We didn't beat him up.
But since we're reporting people, I want to report someone too.
Right.
Can we sue Omar for making false accusations?
No, that's not it.
I'm reporting someone.
And it's you.
What are you accusing her of?
Killing Joel.
I knew it. I fucking knew it. And yes, they beat me up.
-What the hell are you talking about? -You did it. You killed him.
Did you see it? Did you help her? Do you have proof?
It's your job to see if there is any and look into it.
But Dalmar already confessed.
If you don't investigate it, I'll call the head of National Security.
We're friends. I have her number. Let me know.
-Hey, maybe threatening us-- -Luis, the accusation makes sense.
They posted a video inciting people against Dalmar.
A simple trick to divert attention.
You forced Dalmar to confess?
No way.
Héctor wants to hurt me. He enjoys hurting me.
But I didn't--
Okay.
Let's… go someplace quieter to talk.
I was born here.
But my mom soon started dragging me around,
after whatever rich boyfriend she found.
This time, when we came back to Madrid with no boyfriend, I thought, "How weird."
Now I understand why.
She pisses me off because she doesn't see that I can't put down roots.
That I can't build relationships.
Well, now you can.
With your brother.
Oh, Iván. Thank you. I mean it.
Thank you.
Hey, how about a sibling selfie?
-Okay. -Yeah?
Let's see.
-I'll do it. I have longer arms. -Okay.
There.
-I was looking for you. -What's up?
-Eric's not okay. -What? Where is he?
In the restroom.
Let's go.
Want some water?
No, thanks. I'm fine.
All right, then. So tell us.
Héctor. Héctor!
Look at me. It's okay.
It's okay. Breathe.
I had to incriminate someone.
Who better than a jealous boyfriend who had just found out
that his boyfriend was a prostitute?
-Because Joel-- -Yes, we know that.
Well, that's that.
Héctor, for God's sake, help me!
My love, I understand you, okay? But you'll have to cry later.
-What are you going to do? -We are getting out of here.
How? Where?
All the guests and the whores have already gone. We're alone.
Let me think.
The trash people.
Huh?
The images from the drone.
The two people who came out of Alumni. It was them and the body.
-Check her messages. -Okay.
Yes, and her photos.
Eric! Eric!
Eric, are you here?
Eric! Eric, open the door!
Eric, please, open the door!
Eric's not here, damn it!
-Honey, are you okay? -Are you okay?
-Yes. -Sara said you were not okay.
If that's a fancy way of saying I was taking a shit, sure.
Fuck, I was so scared.
I mean…
-Lost your phone again? -I had it a minute ago.
I took it out to…
To…?
To take a selfie with Iván.
Then Sara told me you were having a breakdown.
Fuck, my cousin told Sara.
Shit.
And Sara tricked me to take my phone.
Come here.
You fucking assholes! Give me my phone!
Hey! Stop, or I'll call security and kick you both out in 30 seconds.
Okay, we can do this.
The knife. Don't leave it there.
-Fuck, Héctor! Focus! -He's fucking dead, Emi.
We're carrying a dead body, and our prints are all over the room.
Even on the knife.
Ammonia or fire.
We'll burn or clean whatever is necessary.
Then you dragged Joel's body out of Alumni.
Yes.
But before setting up a fake crime scene…
I had to put it together in my head.
And I did.
I went out to the party.
And I left my brother in charge of the body and the knife.
I discreetly mingled with the crowd.
And without anyone noticing,
I slipped five doses of GHB into Iván's drink.
That can knock out an elephant in minutes.
That's why Iván fell asleep.
Yes, but I needed him to pass out where I wanted him to.
Somewhere quiet, away from all the bustle of the party.
That checks out with what Dalmar and Iván confessed.
Hey, Iván! Hey!
Come on, get up.
Hey!
Come on, get up.
Damn, you're drunk!
Wait. My phone.
Oh, man…
That last drink didn't agree with me.
-Drink? -Yes.
-It's time to go home, my friend. -No, I'm meeting Joel.
He sent me a really weird message.
I don't understand what's going on.
You know? Look.
"I'm sick of your jealousy. We need to quit."
-"Come now." -You see?
Did you send that text?
Where's Joel's phone?
More fingerprints.
We'll burn it later.
PHONE LOCKED FACIAL UNLOCK
What the hell are you doing, Emi?
I'M SICK OF YOUR JEALOUSY. WE NEED TO QUIT. COME NOW.
LAS ENCINAS LOCATION
Come on, let's carry him out.
And what does Dalmar have to do with all this?
This is the place.
I'd better sit down.
Hey! Iván!
I didn't expect Iván to be with someone.
So I had to improvise.
Why did he confess, then?
No idea. Someone must have forced him.
You launched a campaign against him.
To divert attention.
Didn't you force him to confess?
No.
Didn't you do it?
To close the case the fastest, easiest way with the illegal and desperate Black guy?
Emilia, you are under arrest for the murder of Joel Castellano Soler.
We just wanted to scare him, okay?
Joel was blackmailing our mother.
We just wanted to scare him. That's all.
Why was he blackmailing your mom?
We didn't do it, damn it!
And why did you record Joel having sex?
Did you also film him when you killed him?
-Does that shit turn you on or what? -We didn't kill him, Iván.
I filmed him in case the scare didn't work and we needed something else.
Guys, I filmed Joel and his whore friends turning tricks.
Before I opened the door for Eric to scare him,
I left my phone recording where the whores had left their stuff.
It was their base camp. If something happened there,
I could use it against him.
Chloe, cut the shit and tell us the truth already.
Fuck!
What is it, Sara?
Chloe filmed Joel's murder.
What do you mean, for murder? I didn't do it.
-Excuse me? -But you just said--
I'm only an accomplice.
Everything I did, I did it to save Alumni.
Especially Héctor.
Héctor?
Save Héctor from what?
From getting caught.
He killed him.
What?
What are you bastards doing?
-Seeing if you look good or what? -It wasn't them.
Héctor.
Stop doing…
My brother is very capricious and unstable.
And he was very obsessed with Joel.
Joel used him, squeezed him dry for his own benefit.
…that I'm in love with you.
Well, you know what? I'll never be in love with you.
So you can forget about me. The sooner, the better for everyone.
When Joel stopped needing him,
he wouldn't let my brother go near him or even touch him.
And since my brother was drugged out of his mind…
he lost the little control he had.
Over Joel and over himself.
-Are you sure you can't remember anything? -No, damn it!
We were completely wasted. We fucked.
And when I woke up…
Emi, what have I done?
It's one thing to be an accomplice and a selfless sister…
and to love my brother above all else,
and another to be an idiot and take the rap for murder.
I'm innocent, dammit! She accused me to get revenge! She did it!
Omar, how can we get them out discreetly to avoid walking them past the crowd?
This way.
Oops, I forgot. That area is closed off.
Construction work.
I'm afraid you'll have to walk past the crowd.
You fucking bitch, you made it all up.
You can't remember because you were on drugs.
I just tried to protect you until the end.
That's what I've done all my life. Protect you. Love you.
I put you first, and look how you repay me.
You've always been obsessed with me.
Héctor, stop it.
You'll never screw me over again.
Or go far away from me.
You'll stay by my side.
Forever.
I'll kill him.
I swear, I mean… If I see him, I'll--
-No. -I swear to God--
-Don't say that! -God.
-What's that? -What?
Subtitle translation by: Toni Navarro and Meredith Cannella