Guys, I don't know if I can do this.
Fuck. I mean, his dad just died.
IT'S HIM OR US.
WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON?
-What do you want? -To tell you about Iván.
Yeah, no.
He's going through hell. I want to be there for him.
It's all good. The truth will be there, waiting for you.
Why do you keep bringing it up?
It's not fair that you're only taking it out on us.
Fine. Go on, then.
That night in Ibiza…
It's true, Hugo, Álex, and I were there.
But remember, Iván and Phillipe were too.
Yeah, I know. So?
They didn't do anything.
Well, that's what they told you.
Oh, no.
I'm not falling for that, seriously.
I know they weren't involved.
Don't you think it's weird that they claim they found this video
and that no one but them saw it, not even the police?
An alibi that they told you and that you obviously believed
because they're your friends.
I mean, I would've believed them too.
What are you implying?
Then Phillipe runs back home,
while Iván stays here, pretending to be your best friend.
Can you get to the point, please?
Iván and Phillipe took part in it.
No.
No, that's not true.
No, I trust them, and I know that's not true.
What could they do? Admit it?
With Phillipe's record?
Iván and Phillipe took part in it.
In fact, it was their idea.
They didn't care that you were unconscious.
They led the whole thing.
The whole thing?
-Is that what you call it? -You know what I mean.
No, I don't know what you mean. And I do care what you call it.
What's important is that they led it.
Especially Iván.
He was so high, he was out of control.
He was like an animal.
He was the first to jump on top of you.
Iván and Phillipe led the whole thing.
Especially Iván.
He was so high, he was out of control.
He was like an animal.
In fact, he was the first to jump on top of you.
Hey.
You didn't come to my dad's funeral.
No.
I couldn't make it. Sorry.
I get that people don't know what to do,
but I don't think I can get through this without my closest friends.
Patrick is taking care of you like you deserve.
Hey.
I mean, yeah, he hasn't left my side, and I'm grateful.
But… maybe I need space.
And having Patrick on top of me all day reminds me of all the shit that happened.
I know what it's like to have shit on your mind
that takes away your will to live.
WEEKS AFTER CRUZ'S FUNERAL
CRUZ'S MURDERERS IN PRISON AWAITING TRIAL
-IT'S NOT THE SAME WITHOUT SARAUL. -I THINK SOMETHING'S UP.
-WHAT'S UP WITH SARAUL? -PLEASE COME BACK!
5 MISSED CALLS
TALK TO ME, BABE, PLEASE.
HI, RAÚL
-Hey. -Hi.
How's it going?
Trouble sleeping again?
He's been texting again, right?
Yeah, constantly. What can I do?
I don't know, you could report him, or at least block him.
You don't know him. That'd be worse.
Worse than what, Sara?
Worse than being harassed?
Worn down?
Beaten up?
Sorry.
Do it at your own pace, when you feel ready, okay?
But you can't stay in limbo.
You need to make a decision.
Come here.
-Is Iván sleeping in again? -Yes.
He stayed up all night watching news about the arrest.
I don't think it's good for him, really.
He couldn't avoid it even if he wanted to.
It's all over the news.
Right.
"Denial, bargaining, depression…"
Iván has to go through all the stages of grief
until he accepts it and can live with it.
Question. Since when do you have a degree in psychology?
What's with the bitchy attitude?
You just saw me google it.
Exactly.
Why is she like that with me lately?
She's raging.
She's already drunk? This early in the morning?
Huh? No, that's not what I mean. Maybe she's going through the anger stage.
Do you think she's drunk?
What's wrong?
I don't know about the machine, but I know what's wrong with you.
It's everything.
Cruz's death, the funeral, Iván feeling like shit…
It reminds you of Samu, right?
Mencía, what are you on?
Me? I don't know. What about you?
We hardly see you sober lately.
I'm not judging you.
I swear, this whole situation is really complicated for me too,
but you and Samu were very--
Mencía, stop!
What? You can't even hear his name now?
Look, I know I've been very focused on Sara lately because she needed me,
but I just don't want you to be affected the way I was when Mom died.
Look, whenever you feel like listening to me
or want to stop living in denial,
I'll be here for you.
That's it. False alarm.
There's nothing wrong with the machine. Or me.
What do you want this for?
Oh! And remember that you have to choose a partner
for next week's project.
Hey.
Want to do it together?
Sure.
And the project too.
Patrick, did you bring the note from Iván's doctor?
I told him, but he won't go to the doctor.
He won't do anything.
Yeah, that's understandable.
But without the doctor's note, he can't keep missing school.
I know you're trying to handle the situation,
but we're not superheroes.
We can't do everything. No one can.
So if you're overwhelmed and need help…
I'll get him to come back to school.
…and swap this table for that one.
If he's not in the corner, he starts causing trouble…
What?
Isadora and I are just friends.
Period. That's all. She did me a favor and got me rehired.
Sure.
Okay, we spend a lot of time together, but just as friends.
Mm-hmm.
Would I like it to be something more?
I don't know.
I can neither confirm nor deny it.
But it's obvious she's not ready.
And I won't pressure her.
Okay. You take care of it.
Excuse me.
Pau!
-She's kind of young to be the boss. -It's her parents' place.
She just acts like she's in charge.
I see. So she just snitches to her parents, huh?
You're looking good, man!
Yeah, you look good. You look great.
As always.
I was starting to forget what you look like.
-Sure. -You never come to Jávea.
You want nothing to do with us. You're here, doing your own thing.
Painting your nails… What's this?
-What? -I'm really busy, Pau.
Right.
I spoke to Dad yesterday, and he didn't say you were coming.
-Surprise! -How long are you staying for?
I'm moving here.
Did Dad send you to take care of the business?
Shit, Pau.
I told you all to stay there and leave me the hell alone in Madrid.
-I know, but business is business. -I told you.
I know what you asked for.
But a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity has come up in Madrid, bud.
And we're not the first ones to get here to snap it up.
But we gotta be the only ones.
Hey, look at me.
Dad will let you do your own thing, I swear.
That's why I'm here. To handle everything.
To protect you so he'll leave you alone.
-You know that, right? -Yeah.
You sure?
Okay.
Relax. You'll be able to keep going on with your own life, doing what you do.
Being a waiter, right?
You can keep being poor if you want.
You weren't answering my calls.
I hardly see you outside of school, you didn't go to Cruz's funeral,
and you haven't been to visit Iván.
-I don't get it, I swear. -I have a lot going on, baby.
He's your friend, Isa.
Yeah.
Look, it's Dídac! Do you want a drink?
No. No, thank you.
I'm just here to ask for help with Iván.
I don't know how I can help.
Any way you can. I don't know what else to do.
He spends all day in bed, he barely speaks…
He won't go home, but he's like a zombie at my place.
He hasn't even gone to pick up Cruz's stuff.
It's as if he can't even process it.
I get it, but… I feel like I can't do anything.
What if we hold a memorial for Cruz here,
with the people who loved him and remember him?
Just an idea.
-No, I mean, it's a great idea. -Did I miss something?
Since when do waiters pitch events for my venue?
It's not yours. It's your parents'.
Maybe it would be good for him, you know?
I think it might help him heal or get some closure.
-There's no time, guys. It's too rushed. -No, Isadora, don't worry.
I'll talk to the waiters. I'm sure there'll be no problem.
Anything for Iván.
Thank you, Isa. Seriously.
-Good idea, huh? -Yeah.
MOM
Iván? Are you sure?
No.
No, I'm not sure of anything.
Right.
I mean, it's hard to believe Iván did it.
You found it hard with Javi too, and in the end…
I don't know which parts are memories, which parts are dreams…
-I think I'm going crazy. -No.
You're not going crazy.
And you're not alone.
Whatever you want to do, we'll do it together.
-Should we cancel the memorial? -No.
The memorial is for Cruz.
Poor guy. What they did to him was horrible and a major injustice.
You know what my problem is?
I can't trust anyone.
I'd love to be able to trust someone and feel safe.
At peace.
Wait.
Could you stay with me, please?
I can't believe you got this suite.
I always wanted to bring someone special here.
Am I supposed to feel special then?
Did you get this suite just to finger me?
No, but we'll do it my way.
What's that for?
For hygiene.
And, well, for the experience, to be honest with you.
What do you think?
Hey, wait.
-Shit, I'm sorry. -No.
That's okay.
Wait.
Try it like this.
Damn!
Take that off, and let's do other stuff.
I don't need it.
Nico, what's wrong?
You used to like it.
Not anymore.
I want surgery.
-Where's this suddenly coming from? -Is it because of that girl you're dating?
Sonia? Did she give you that idea?
-No. -So what's wrong, son?
At the start of the school year, you were so happy and confident.
I don't understand.
Nobody convinced me. It's my choice.
We're concerned that this might be a rash decision.
It's not!
Gender confirmation surgeries are complicated.
And the post-op is tricky.
I don't care. You've done all my surgeries so far.
-Aren't you going to do this one? -He's not.
You can't just do this on a whim.
-It's not a whim! -It is. It's because of that girl.
-Alfonso, help me out here. -Dad.
Until you finish school or turn 18 and decide for yourself,
I won't be the one to perform the surgery.
As a doctor and father, I believe it's for the best.
-I get to decide what's best for me. -Only when you become an adult.
-Then I'll find someone else to do it. -Do you know how much that costs?
Nico, sit down, please.
-Nico. -Nico, please.
Nico!
Hey.
Come on.
Have some breakfast, and let's go to school, okay?
They won't stop.
Journalists?
And fans.
And haters.
Even dead, he has haters.
Okay.
But only his loved ones are coming to the memorial.
People who love you.
-Your dad's entire team is coming. -Patrick, stop.
What?
"Let's go to your place. I'll help you get things together."
"Let's go for a walk to take your mind off your dad."
"Let's plan a memorial."
You keep talking about my dad!
But you want me not to think about him.
Iván, I just want to help you.
Then stop constantly reminding me of him!
And I don't want a fucking memorial.
-Then tell me what to do, because-- -Nothing! Nothing, Patrick!
I don't want you to do anything. I appreciate it, but don't do anything.
Iván!
Oh, sorry.
Ari, leave me alone.
Are you a dolphin or a shark?
What?
To breathe, a dolphin comes up to the surface once in a while.
A shark has to keep swimming if it wants to breathe with its gills,
no matter what happens.
You have to be one of them if you want to survive.
I can't.
Neither can I.
But not breathing is not an option.
So what's your secret?
-How do you keep breathing after Samu? -No.
Don't say his name.
I see.
Your secret is to keep swimming, no matter what.
-I've been talking to Iván, and-- -And it worked!
Well done, Patrick.
I also choose to be a shark.
Right, let's start the class.
Coming between Isadora and Iván
when they're going through hell and need each other…
Wait, what?
Shit, maybe we were wrong about you
and you should be the one to take the fall.
Pau. How are you? What a surprise.
Damn, Javi! It's been so long!
Hey, this is some school you have here!
You know you're the reason he wanted to go here?
Mm-hmm. So we could be together, like all those summers in Jávea.
Dude, can we talk?
I don't want to talk to you.
Hey! What? What's wrong with you two?
Nothing. We need to sort something out.
Dídac, I miss you.
I can't take back what happened with Isa, but I swear I'm paying for it.
I don't understand how you can sleep at night.
And you're talking shit to her about Iván.
I don't believe a damn thing.
Dídac, what the hell is going on here?
Nothing.
We aren't the friends we used to be. That's life.
Let's go.
I have nothing to say to you. Let's go.
Good to see you.
-Why do you think Javi was involved? -He told me himself.
Do you want to hear it?
Pau, do you think it didn't hurt me to find out that Javi had--
Exactly. Javi.
Your Javi. Your friend.
Dídac, nothing lasts in life.
Not money, health, or youth.
Do you know what does last?
Family and friends. True friends.
That's why our love and loyalty to them must come before anything else.
-Are you taking his side? -Hear me out. This is important.
Nobody gives second chances.
Everyone takes sides. You're with someone or against them.
Screw up once, and you're canceled, with no trial, no evidence. Wham! Out.
Know what it's like to screw up and have everyone turn their backs on you?
To feel that alone?
Javi screwed up.
Big time. Badly. Probably the worst you can screw up.
But what's he supposed to do? Kill himself?
Huh? Move to a deserted island?
"Sorry, kid, you fucked up. You're not perfect."
"Take a rocket, go into fucking space and keep orbiting till you die."
Is that what he should do?
The thing is, I can't forgive him. And I don't want to.
Don't do it if you don't want to. That's fine with me.
But talk to him.
You decided to take the girl's side because you like her. Fine.
-It's not that. -Hey, bud.
You like her. It's obvious. That's okay.
We've all lost our mind over a girl. It happens. I get it. Chill.
But Javi is your buddy.
He's your friend, man.
And he's asking you to listen to him.
So find a way to support that girl while you help your friend out.
Sara.
Raúl, why are you here?
Please, give me five minutes. Alone.
You can't just show up here.
Yeah, but you won't take my calls or anything.
You can't cut contact without a conversation.
Of course she can.
If you keep this up, we'll have to get a restraining order against you, yeah?
Is that what you want?
If that's what you want, I'll go.
But I need to hear it from you.
You're too strong to let someone else speak for you.
Call.
This is not you.
She's manipulating you.
-What? -She is.
Yeah, right.
No matter what I do, I can't bulk up.
You're making progress, dude.
Building muscle takes time.
Because all you had to do was drink shakes, right?
Seriously, there must be something I can do to speed up the process.
I could get you some great shit to bulk up.
For a price, of course.
-You? -Well, it won't be cheap.
But I assure you it's top-quality shit. The best. Medical standard.
And why don't you use it to grow a few more inches?
My dad's a surgeon, and I have access to hormones that can get you results.
And I need the cash.
We can help each other.
Do we have a deal?
Get the hormones first. Then we'll talk.
Hey!
If you know anyone else who's interested, let me know.
SARAUL.GOALS IS BROADCASTING LIVE
Many of you have asked me
why we haven't posted anything in weeks,
and I think I owe you an explanation.
Sara left me.
That's why I took so long to reply, because…
I didn't have an answer.
Yes.
I even wrote her a letter, but I didn't know where to send it.
Sara, if you're listening to this…
I won't even read it, because I know it by heart,
just as I know every birthmark on your back by heart.
Sara…
I want you to know that I don't resent you.
That I cherish every moment of love you've given me.
And I am truly sorry for all the times I have failed to love you right.
But this channel,
this house, and I will always be your home.
I swear I'll spend every second of my life trying to become a better person,
so if you decide to come back one day, you'll have the boyfriend you deserve.
Javi.
This will only take a second.
Okay, look.
If the friends you made now to act cool are assholes and treat you like shit,
that's not my problem.
But if you miss me so much, prove it.
Fix the shit you started between Iván and Isadora.
Honey, if Iván wants to cancel, I need you to tell me now.
I already told you, Isa. I don't know what the hell I should do.
If I get involved, I go overboard. And if I don't, I feel like shit.
I don't know.
I'm going to go help.
Okay.
What's wrong?
Call my chauffeur.
Now.
Isadora, I lied to you. Hugo and Álex made me.
Iván had nothing to do with the Ibiza thing.
We just wanted you to leave us alone and focus on someone else.
I'm really sorry.
I messed up your friendship with Iván just when you needed each other the most.
Why are you here?
I can't even begin to imagine what you're feeling right now.
And I don't have a single excuse to give you
as to why I haven't been around all this time.
You're my best friend. You're always there for me.
I don't know what got into me.
Look, Iván…
I can't turn back time.
And as much as I would love to, I can't bring your dad back either.
But there's something I can do.
I can go with you to your house to get his things.
And if you can't go through them alone, we'll do it together.
Or we won't go. I don't know.
Whatever you want.
The most important thing
is that I want you to know I'll never leave you alone again.
Okay?
Cry. Crying is so great.
And I'm here with you to do that.
I can't.
I'm there, but I can't.
I know. But you'll cry.
One step at a time.
-Should we go to the memorial? -No, Isa.
No.
I don't want memorials, honestly.
But maybe you need it.
I think this could be a good way for you to start confronting your pain.
And heal,
or start healing.
Pain needs healing.
Otherwise, you'll never find peace.
Should we go together?
Come on.
I love you so much.
It's like my body's here, but I'm not.
As if it were happening to someone else.
I'm so glad that Isa convinced you to come.
Okay, I'm going to go say hello.
Since we're acting like nothing happened,
let's do it right.
How are you?
-How's it going? -I'm sorry, man.
What does he see in her?
That's so 2010 and so sexist.
It's not Sonia's fault if things didn't work out between you and Nico.
No, it's your fault.
Excuse me?
If you hadn't told him about Bilal, we wouldn't have ended so badly.
But when the guy is the one you like, you leave girl code for another day, huh?
'Cause you are into Bilal, right?
Hey, ignore what Ari said, okay?
Oh, so you don't like me?
What if I said yes?
You're not my type.
I'm sorry.
Right.
Because you like white, millionaire girls,
even if they treat you like shit, right?
And because you already have me, the sister, to act cocky with,
even if I'm not your type.
That's called "misogynoir," you know?
Is that Swahili too?
I won't let you keep teasing me.
Rocío…
Look, all I know is you are on that side of the bar, and I'm on this side.
And I don't want any more trouble with Las Encinas girls.
It's not worth it.
Hello.
On behalf of Cruz's family and friends,
I want to thank you for attending this event
to honor my father's memory, and his human and sporting legacy.
Excuse me.
My father's team has offered to create a foundation in his name
to promote inclusive sports
and so that his name will serve as an example and all that.
But my father wasn't an example of anything.
That's what he'd say if he were here.
He was a person dealing with his own shit, trying to live life his way.
And no.
No one should die for that.
No one should have killed him for that.
So I don't want to accept it,
and I don't want to live with it, but I'm going to do it anyway.
No, Patrick. No.
Let him.
He needs to cry it out.
And…
I swear I can't stand her life lessons when it's she who needs them the most.
"Do as I say, not as I do."
CAN'T YOU MAKE IT TO THE MEMORIAL?
NO. I'M AT MY PLACE. THINGS GOT COMPLICATED.
I thought you'd be at the police station, not here.
You don't get it.
What don't I get?
I take it he's used emotional blackmail to get you back?
I'm not going back to him.
I'm coming home, he's leaving. He's even eating out to give me space.
He's trying, Mencía.
That's textbook behavior. He's doing it to control you.
Oh, it's better to give it all up and let you control me, right?
What?
Is that what you think?
I'm only doing this to help you.
As a friend.
I want nothing in return, and I never have.
Maybe I didn't do it right.
But you're putting yourself in danger, and I can't let you do that.
Mencía, I'm tired of being a puppet.
I want my life back. And this is my decision.
I'll send someone to pick up my stuff.
I've been talking to Mencía.
It took a few calls, but we found it.
-What's this? -The place where Samuel is buried.
No.
For you.
And for me.
You asked me to let my boyfriend cry for his father.
Well, now I'm asking you to do the same for Samuel.
Excuse me.
Thanks.
WHERE ARE YOU?
I lied to you.
No sharks, no bullshit.
The only thing that helps me a little is this.
Does it work?
I used to think it did.
That it took my pain away, but actually, it only hides it.
And leaves it here.
If we can't get rid of it…
at least we can share it, right?
Hey, have you seen Iván?
No.
So pretty and so alone.
Going for a classic, huh?
I'm not alone.
I'm with you.
-How much? -How much what?
How much do you charge?
Hey, what are you doing?
Be grateful you don't get your ass kicked, racist moron.
-Because I got confused? You looked like… -Like what?
Did you ask her how much she charges? Or her?
-What's going on here? -This girl just attacked me.
He attacked her.
Take him away.
-Please come with us. -Okay, okay.
Calm down, okay?
How are you?
I'm… used to it.
If they don't mistake me for a prostitute, it's for a cleaner.
Not that there's anything wrong with either, but…
You know what I mean.
For once, I understand you.
The locals take a look at my skin, and think they know me already.
I'm a local.
But you don't want to be.
I'm the opposite.
That's "hello" in Swahili.
I'm Bilal.
It's always good to meet a sister.
I tried to help you, Ari.
Both of you.
You too, Iván.
I don't know why you're pulling away from me.
You accept help from everyone, but you accept nothing from me.
You say you're grateful, but I feel you despising me.
-I don't despise you-- -Yes, you do!
Even if you force a smile, it shows.
I don't know when this started, but I don't care.
Because I don't deserve it.
And you?
You've turned into a filthy drunk who respects nothing.
I'll be at my parents' house if you need anything, okay?
Tomorrow, or whenever you want,
I'll come over to record some videos, like we said.
Okay.
Bye.
Wait.
It's…
Maybe it's silly for you to leave today to come back tomorrow.
Yeah, but that's what we talked about, right?
Are you sure?
Step by step.
We won't sleep together,
but stay.
Okay.
Come on.
Please, call Isadora!
I'll be right back.
I'm sorry.
Isadora is sleeping.
That's what I deserve. To be alone.
-You don't. -I do.
The way I treated you, you should leave me alone too.
I got shit scared.
But not because of what you think.
Ari…
The thing is, the last time I liked someone the way I like you,
and I like you, as much as you say I don't,
I screwed up big time.
His name was Samuel.
It's the first time I've said his name.
I loved him very much, to be honest.
Very much.
But I destroy everything I care about.
That's why I tell you to stay away from me. But you don't listen.
And then you'll come to me like, "Oh…"
I told you so.
Your girlfriend is waiting.
Nico, why are you texting her? She's right there!
I'm getting a car.
To send me home again? Come on!
No, to take you home with me.
Why, Iván? I swear to you, I don't get it.
-Are you in love with Ari? Is that it? -I'm not in love with anyone.
-See how you despise me? -I don't despise you, goddamn it!
So why do you push me away?
You avoid being alone with me. You avoid getting close to me.
You avoid being with me.
Damn, you even avoid eye contact!
Because every time I look at you, I remember my dad came out because of you.
He left the house that night because you called him.
And if we had never met you,
he may still be alive.
You can't blame me for that.
I know it's not your fault that my father is dead,
And nothing justifies what I've done to you tonight.
That doesn't change what I feel when I look at you.
I feel everything is your fault, Patrick.
I wish I could control it, but that's how I feel.
It's so unfair to you…
and I can't keep doing it.
Iván, tell me you're not leaving me.
Please.
Iván!
Subtitle translation by: Toni Navarro