You look spectacular.
Thanks.
Can a friend buy you some champagne?
Out of generosity, that's all.
I think you're making a joke out of this.
I'm totally serious.
Why do you think we are in a place as packed as this?
I'll do all I can to make you feel all right with me again.
Okay.
Champagne?
Champagne.
What's going on?
I'll speak to the manager.
He sent me a recording of his voice.
Will that be enough evidence?
Isn't that Elodie?
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 voice message, 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.
Samuel.
Are you sure?
Are you sure
of your statement?
Miss Isadora.
Home, sweet home.
My God.
CRUZ, THE NEW EMPEROR
Dad.
I'm going to school.
What time is it?
Quarter to eight.
Damn.
Give me a minute and I'll drive you.
1.2 MILLION FOLLOWERS
Take the Aston Martin and go.
-Yes, when I turn 18. -Okay.
I'm leaving. Are you okay?
I'm fine.
Thanks.
FANS OF PHILLIPE VON TRIESENBERG
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?
You haven't done shit! Nothing!
What does age have to do with it?
Get up, you!
Stop it. Five more minutes, please.
Come on.
Stop it. Crap, I said five minutes! And knock before you enter!
Don't wake me up every morning as if you were my dad. You're not.
Right. But if I don't do it, you'll be late.
But a simple "thanks" is enough.
Don't freak out, Omar.
Some of these rules have already been shared with you ,
and you must assimilate them.
Strict punctuality is required.
Those who arrive late without a valid excuse
will not be allowed in for the rest of the day
and will see their final grades affected.
The use of social media on both personal and school devices
is strictly forbidden without a valid reason.
Also, cellular phones will be stored in lockers
for the duration of the school day.
Gatherings of more than three people in common areas are also banned
without an academic reason.
Social distancing must be meticulously maintained.
Any acts of camaraderie or intimacy
that break this rule
will be punished.
I hope that we will all be able to respect this new set of rules
and that we observe the school's three precepts.
Discipline, excellence, merit.
-Go to class, please. -Come on!
Move on, please.
Go to class.
No shit.
That dickhead says I can't come in.
I've been wearing this to school for the last two years.
Hi.
You don't want to see the queue in the ladies' room.
Oh, well…
Dumbass. He doesn't know I love gold.
Hey, Mencía, what's up? It's Rebe.
I snuck into the school. Let me…
CAYETANA, THE RAPIST'S LITTLE BITCH
Here it is.
Frame it and display it.
We're not together.
Phillipe apologized.
Fine, but he hasn't paid for it.
You can't fence-sit this, dude.
It's not that easy, Rebe.
-Really? -It's not.
You're with him or against him. It's that easy.
Cayetana, Phillipe cannot stay here.
Not even with Benjamín's protection.
Look, I won't ask you directly.
But think about if he's ever done anything to you.
Even if you thought it was no big deal. Think about it.
I'm sure he has.
Think about it, speak out, and get him kicked out.
Okay?
Fine.
-I'll get something to remove that. -All right.
DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND CASTRATE YOURSELF
-From behind? -Are you defending him?
From behind?
Tell it to his face!
-To his face! -Asshole!
Rapist!
Shut up! Are you nuts?
Rapist!
What kind of an asshole are you?
-Don't touch me! -What is this?
I saw everything, Benjamín.
He was jumped, he fell and--
Thanks, Artiñán, but it was all filmed.
You may report it if you like.
Yes, so I'll end up hanging from a basket in the gym, right?
I'd rather leave.
Don't say that, babe. I don't think--
Artiñán.
Benjamín, talk to my parents so they'll take me back.
I tried, but they refused.
Look, if you leave now,
you'll admit your guilt.
Besides, the school's image is at stake.
Oh, right.
So if I end up dead on a curb, it will be your fault.
You can't go like that, babe. Don't let him go like that.
I'm proud of you for not joining the lynch mob.
I only stood up for a classmate.
I don't know what I think of him. I'd rather not think about it.
The debate team has opened your mind to a range of grays.
I made a classmate's life hell out of revenge.
Then I realized that everyone has the right to redemption.
Can I go now?
Yes.
Why didn't you visit Ari?
It isn't like you.
Is it because of Nunier?
No.
Well, yes.
Why did he leave? Can you explain it?
Ari does not want me to visit her.
Right.
Well, it's…
She's… scared and stunned.
Don't hold it against her.
Look, Samuel, I still have big plans for your future,
but you need to remind me why I bet on you from the beginning.
So man up and visit her.
One of your schoolmates has been a victim
of unacceptable behavior.
A series of unfounded and dismissed accusations
against Phillipe von Triesenberg
have made him the victim
of disgraceful, cowardly attacks
that I won't tolerate here.
Excuse me, man.
Am I bothering you?
Er… No.
I'm new here.
I've been walking around and I can't find the locker room.
End of the hall, then to the left.
-Fine. End of the… -Yes.
Okay, thanks.
I'm going there myself. I can take you.
Fine.
Were you going to shower?
You look really smart.
I do even when I'm sweaty.
Well, thanks for your help.
I'm not gay.
What?
You've been ogling me since you saw me in the hall.
Don't worry.
Feast your eyes. I don't care.
-Been in Las Encinas a long time? -I came here from London last year.
-Which class do you go to? -Not yours.
I would have noticed.
Well, thanks for rescuing me when I was lost.
Had it not been for you…
You'd still be lost. People get confused around here.
Okay, see you around.
Let me know which class you skipped to shower with me.
What?
You say "boner," don't you?
Hey, Mencía! What's up? How's things?
Happy New Year.
How are you?
-Social distancing, please. -Come on, dude!
What happened this Christmas? They gave you a lobotomy as a present?
-Or what? -You know what happened?
That you are the icing on the shit cake I gave my family this Christmas.
What?
-Leave me alone. -No, hang on a minute.
Shut up and listen, okay?
You blame yourself for your sister like you did for your mom.
Well, guess what, Mencía?
It was not your fault.
What happened to them was not your fault.
You can't take the blame for--
Do you know whose fault it was?
Yours.
What?
For telling Ari.
Excuse me!
She snuck in after you chucked her out.
What's that about?
Come with me, miss.
Okay.
I can leave on my own.
Dad, who's the new guy who left in the Aston Martin?
Why do you ask?
He's new, and he should be welcomed.
-He's not in your class. -I don't mind.
It's none of your business.
Why do you care?
Could you stop thinking about yourself, partying, and boys? Is it possible?
-Why this now? -You should be aware of what's going on.
Your sister almost died and you weren't there.
-Dad, I-- -Nobody asked you!
I wish you'd stop being a spoiled brat.
Fine.
Patrick!
Hey. Dad trouble.
Sex and a chat?
-I'm coming. -Come.
I'm coming.
My God…
Dude,
let's just fuck all our frustrations away.
This is fucking awesome.
It's what my dad needs.
Some great sex.
He does.
He's more of a fascist than usual.
Semen retentum venenum est.
What's that?
Maybe what happened scared him.
Right?
And all he needs is to feel you guys a bit closer.
No way. My dad never opened up to us.
Maybe with Ari.
Now he sees her as a victim and won't respect her.
He only protects her.
You could get closer to him.
Do it for all of us. He's screwing us up.
Just kidding.
Think of Ander and me, for example.
He's really secretive,
and he never asks for anything.
But we've managed to stay together and communicate,
even if he is on the other side of the world.
We text each other, call each other--
No, honey.
Ander doesn't text you.
He only replies to you because you text him all day long.
You are way too intense.
-What? -What do you mean, what?
-It's not true. -Really?
-No. -Oh, okay.
Hey, I…
I'm taking a shower and getting some fresh air before going home.
Look, I…
I have no excuse.
I wasn't there for you. It's true.
But you'll be able to have a life again,
because I'll be there for you, and I'll support you.
Be there as what?
As a… As a friend?
Together, if you want.
Together?
I want to be with you, Ari.
Why have you been avoiding me only to come here and say that?
Out of fear?
Were you afraid
that I would say no?
Well, you're officially an idiot.
So, normally, now you would hug me and kiss me, right? I think.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
I missed you.
Thanks.
You do have a reservation, right?
This way, please.
Come on now, Samu.
Don't you want Ari to stop feeling fearful and anxious?
I want Mencía to stop blaming herself and behaving like her dad's fucking clone.
If we tell her Armando is fish food, she'll come out of her black hole.
Why are you here?
-You scared me! -Samuel, you can't be here.
One sec. It's important.
No, my job here is important.
Get to work.
Come on!
Don't give me that look.
I'll say it nicely. Being a supervisor has gone to your head.
-My head? -Yes, your head.
You're on top of us all day long. At home, at work, at school. Everywhere.
Ander won't reply? That's normal.
You won't let us breathe.
Are you coming?
Hello?
Good luck.
-Are you not going in? -No, I'm waiting for a friend.
Patrick, keep an eye on your grade point average.
I will.
Feeling anxious?
Feeling weird.
It's cool to see you back.
-I love you. -Love you too.
-Come on, shall we? -I'll be right there.
-Bye. -Okay.
Dad!
-Have you seen my charger? -My son!
-Where's my charger? -What charger?
What charger?
This charger.
It's your fault my alarm clock didn't work!
-Excuse me. -Bullshit! It's always the same with you!
-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.
Five minutes, Omar.
Caye.
A word.
-Phillipe, social distancing. -Okay.
You all want me gone, huh?
You too, because it's affected you.
-I never said that. -But you still want me gone.
Your problems will be over. Mine too, if I go back to my country.
Help me leave.
What do you want me to do?
My principality and Las Encinas
say I'm innocent of the Elodie thing, so I can't do anything.
"The Elodie thing." Is that what you call it?
You know what I mean.
No, Phillipe.
And what…?
What do you call what happened in the limo?
Call it what you want.
Okay?
But tell everyone.
With two reports against me, keeping me here will be impossible.
Caye, they're after me.
They hate me in my country too, but I'll be safer than here.
I'm not sure I can bear a whole school year of being a victim.
Ask Elodie then.
It's been a year for her.
She is the victim, not you.
I could have been the victim, not you.
Don't you realize that?
Maybe I can't.
You see?
It's up to you to tell everyone and…
put an end to all this.
Is everything okay?
How could you be Phillipe's victim?
Sorry, you were speaking loudly.
-Are you Phillipe's shadow? -No.
I'm just mad at this injustice.
Right.
Well, you can fight the school and leave me alone.
No, stop! No!
Please don't hurt me!
Shut up! Nobody is hurting her!
Stay away! No!
What? Is she crazy? Nobody's hurting you. Calm down.
You see?
I could easily say I'm your victim if you say you're Phillipe's.
Were you even there?
Were you?
Look, forget it. This is really…
The nerve.
Do you want Phillipe to leave?
Maybe I do. Maybe it's the best for everyone.
Right. I don't want that either.
Don't be like these hysterical haters.
They are all ugly and left-wing.
Excuse me?
Don't get offended, babe.
I'm asking you not to be like that.
Excuse me, Paris Hilton, but I have work to do.
Was Phillipe wrong?
Perhaps.
Did he apologize? A thousand times.
Does he want to change? In my opinion, he clearly does.
But he needs to be allowed to change,
not canceled forever, like the crazed schoolgirls are doing at the school.
They scared Phillipe to death.
Don't let them scare you too.
Don't help him run away, sugar.
Support him.
Support your man.
No. He's your friend, right?
I won't get into that. It's none of my business.
But support him.
Support him. Be happy.
Live the life you want to live.
And this…
This is feminism.
Well…
HEY! WHERE ARE YOU?
YOU COULD AT LEAST REPLY.
DON'T SAY THERE'S NO SIGNAL. YOU CAN ACKNOWLEDGE ME.
If the nazi's son has been locked out too,
nothing can be done.
-Do you know who I am? -The whole school does.
I asked around. I liked you.
Patrick, right?
I only know you drive an…
Aston Martin
with plenty of style.
-I was hoping you drove it today too. -No.
It's my dad's car.
But… I'd rather not talk about him. He's being really annoying now.
Mine has been annoying since Christmas.
So I understand.
You didn't go in today either.
You're out here.
Waiting for me, weren't you?
I don't know if it makes me happy
or if it makes me cringe.
Have you seen me?
I think you can only like me.
What if we go for a drink
and talk shit about our parents?
-All right, then. -Cool.
SHOULD WE SKIP CLASS? I NEED A HUG.
I don't even know your name.
Iván.
Patrick.
You give two kisses in Spain, don't you?
"You"?
Who do you mean?
You know what I mean.
Two kisses.
Come on, let's go.
Okay, but where?
To get drunk.
Mr. Blanco? Good morning.
Do you and your children have a minute?
-Patrick won't pick up. I'll get him. -I'll cut to the chase.
Your son Patrick was missing
exactly when De la Ossa vanished.
Patrick had nothing to do with it.
How do you know?
Are you suggesting my son has anything to do with that bastard's disappearance?
Many witnesses
claim they saw him with Mencía
at a gig that was organized by one of your students,
and their attitude was pretty…
friendly.
Your son was seen in a fit of rage--
Patrick had nothing to do with it.
-I knew-- -Mencía, no.
Mencía.
-How did you know him, Mencía? -Mencía, please.
Ari, I appreciate it,
but stop covering up for me.
I am the only one to blame for this goddamn thing.
-And I'm gonna come clean. -Fine.
I'm listening.
Your daughters are De la Ossa's victims of physical and sexual assault.
If you intend to leave the city,
let me know.
Have a good day.
Are you okay?
Yes.
Let me know if I can help with anything. I'm happy to help.
I lost my wife. I almost lost Patrick.
Now I almost lost Ari. And Mencía… This is…
a disaster.
I know I have not been the man my family needed.
Damn, you try to keep
everything under control, you think you know…
What's the use?
Misfortune finds everyone.
You can't help it.
I should have been more vigilant.
I should have…
I should have controlled Armando.
He came to my house, he met my children, and I didn't…
I didn't suspect anything. I should…
I don't know.
And now…
My legs are shaking just thinking he could come back for my daughters…
and I won't be able to stop it.
Don't worry about Armando.
He won't be coming back.
It will all be okay.
You teenagers really have a taste for New Age and positive thinking.
I really mean it.
Trust me.
Armando is never coming back.
Yes?
Benjamín, do you have a minute?
Yes, come in.
-I'll leave you. -García.
Thanks.
It's about Phillipe.
You're beautiful. Beautiful.
This… Your dad organized this?
Wow.
Son.
Introduce me to your buddy.
-Patrick. -Pleased to meet you.
Hi.
-How are you? -I'm fine.
Join in.
We'd better go to my room.
Come on, just for a little while.
-It's been a pleasure. -Yes, a pleasure.
What?
I think I'm drunk.
-Hey. -What?
Excuse me,
but your dad is absolutely nothing like mine.
Yours looks like he's a friend.
That's the problem.
Let's take a short nap.
I'm way too drunk, I swear.
Wait.
-So we're not joining the party? -No.
Just a short nap.
A nap.
Okay.
Where are you going?
-To look for a sofa or something. -Are you stupid?
You stay here with me.
I want you to be comfortable.
Let's see…
Help me, I can't.
Hey, let me use your charger.
Damn.
Your butt looks great in those undies.
Better than a lot of girls.
You must drive all the boys crazy.
Really…
Crazy about you.
No, stop it.
I'm giving you a hard-on, right? You rascal.
-No. -Go to sleep. I was joking.
Iván.
Are you falling asleep?
Shit, the light.
Son.
I need to recharge my cell phone.
It's only for a second.
I'll bring it back.
Man!
Shit!
Damn it!
No, take it easy.
Shit, I'm sorry!
-I'm so sorry. I was in bed… -Relax.
I lost it and--
If you're hot and horny,
come down and meet the girls, they're raring to go.
-What? -Come down. Don't be ashamed.
No, no.
Why not?
Well, I'm gay.
Oh!
Thanks anyway.
It's okay.
There's a gay guy downstairs.
No.
Well.
Keep going.
Patrick, right?
Yes.
Enjoy it, Patrick.
But…
Are you and Iván…?
No. Just friends.
Just friends?
Yes.
Okay.
Hi everyone.
Er…
I'm here to bring up a topic
I'm sure you'll have an opinion about,
but I'd like you to listen for a moment.
Phillipe made a terrible mistake,
but he's trying to redeem himself.
Living an immaculate life is impossible. No one can do it.
And I'm not trying to justify his actions,
but one cannot move on without forgiveness.
From both sides.
Phillipe,
if you go back, you'll keep using your privilege
and you'll be making the same mistakes with impunity.
Stay and learn.
I'd like to be by your side to help you achieve that.
And I hope I'm not the only one.
I know that not everyone will agree with me,
but the solution
should not be kicking him out.
People will calm down after this, man.
-It'll blow over in two-- -Leave me alone!
Are you sure?
What do you mean?
Of your statement.
Of course I am.
I killed him.
Subtitle translation by: Toni Navarro