What's going on?
He sent me a recording of his voice.
Will that be enough evidence?
Elodie, I know it's probably too late now,
but I beg you to forgive me.
Now you have a voice message from me admitting what I did
and that I was wrong.
Use it as you see fit.
I know the Triesen authorities will defend His Royal Highness.
In this recording, Phillipe admits having done something,
having made a mistake,
but he does not say what it is.
I know that bringing down a prince is impossible,
but I won't be silenced.
I have no intention of hiding my truth.
The truth.
And the truth
is that Phillipe Florian von Triesenberg raped me.
My God.
CRUZ, THE NEW EMPEROR
Dad.
I'm going to school.
What time is it?
A quarter to eight.
Ah, damn.
Give me a minute, and I'll drive you.
Take the Aston Martin and go.
-Yes, when I turn 18. -Okay.
-I'm leaving. Are you okay? -I'm fine.
Thanks.
Son.
-I'll take these vitamins and drive you. -Hangover?
If the club knew about your parties…
But what a party! Did you see the girl I had by my side?
-Wow. -Seriously, Dad.
At your age…
At your age, I had left Portugal and was working in Brazil. Alone.
I had a mansion with a pool, a Ferrari.
What have you done?
Not a damn thing! Nothing.
What does age have to do with it?
CAYETANA, THE RAPIST'S LITTLE BITCH
DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND CASTRATE YOURSELF
Dad! Dad!
-Have you seen my charger? -My son!
-What charger? -My charger.
What charger?
This charger.
It's your fault my alarm clock didn't work!
-I'm sorry. -Bullshit! It's always the same with you!
-The music can't stop. -It never does!
-It's on all day, every day! -Calm down.
I'll drive you to school.
I'll drive you right now, son.
HEY! WHERE ARE YOU?
YOU COULD AT LEAST REPLY.
DON'T SAY THERE'S NO SIGNAL. YOU COULD ACKNOWLEDGE ME.
SHOULD WE SKIP CLASS? I NEED A HUG.
You're beautiful. Beautiful.
Son.
Introduce me to your buddy.
Come on. Just a little while.
…crazy about you.
Son.
Son, I need to recharge my cell phone.
It's only for a second.
I'll bring it back.