You look spectacular.
Thanks.
Hey, can a friend invite a friend for champagne?
Just as a simple gesture of goodwill.
So, I can't tell if you're joking or not right now.
No, I'm totally serious.
Why do you think I invited you to this place swarming with people?
I'll do all I can to make you feel comfortable with me again.
Okay.
Champagne?
Okay.
To friends.
Yeah, sure.
What's going on?
I'm gonna talk to the manager.
He sent me a recording of his voice.
Will that be enough evidence?
Is 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 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.
Samuel…
are you sure about this?
Are you sure… about your confession?
-Miss Isadora. -Home sweet home.
My God.
CRUZ, THE NEW EMPEROR
Huh?
Dad.
Huh?
I'm going to school.
What time is it?
A quarter to eight.
Ah, 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.
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?
Get the fuck up.
Hmm. Okay, okay. All right. Just give me five minutes, please.
Come on.
-Stop it. Five minutes. -We're late.
Fuck. Why can't you knock first, dude?
You don't have to wake me up every morning like you're my dad.
'Cause you're not, you know.
Yeah. Thing is, if I don't, you're late.
I mean, a simple thanks would've been fine. But, sure.
Don't get pissy, Omar.
Oh well.
I'm going to repeat the rules that have already been communicated.
So, you should familiarize yourself with them.
Strict punctuality is required.
-Sorry, miss, you're late. -Seriously?
Students who don't enter
first thing in the morning without a valid reason
will be denied entrance for the rest of the day.
In addition, they'll be penalized on their final grade point average.
Next regulation. The use of private personal devices
or the school's devices for such purposes as browsing social media
without a justified reason is strictly forbidden.
The same applies to phones, which from this point on,
should be stored away in your lockers throughout the school day.
In adherence with health and safety guidelines,
gatherings of more than three people in the common areas
for nonacademic purposes is strictly forbidden.
Scrupulous physical distance must be maintained at all times.
Any situation of fraternizing or intimacy that violates this rule will be penalized.
I hope that together we will all be able to abide by these new rules
and adhere to the three precepts of our school's motto.
Discipline, excellence, achievement.
Come on, let's go to class. Come on, now. You can't be that close.
Girls, move it along!
Come on, you need to disperse. No groups larger than three.
You know the rules.
You fucking kidding me?
The stupid dickhead says I can't come in?
Seriously? I've come to school dressed like this for two years.
Morning.
You don't want to know what the line's like
in the chicks' bathroom, let me tell ya.
Look…
…he's clearly never seen a hot chick before, either.
Hey, Mencía. What's up? It's Rebe, dude.
I snuck into the school. Can you let me know when you've…
CAYETANA, THE RAPIST'S LITTLE BITCH
They're on display.
-For the goddamn world to see. -But we're not together anymore.
-And Phillipe apologized. -Fine, but he hasn't paid for it.
And you can't sit on the fence here, dude.
Yeah. It's just not easy to take sides--
-Isn't it? -No.
You're either with him, or you're against him. See? Easy.
Cayetana, Phillipe can't stay here. You know that.
Even, I mean, if Benjamín still covers for him.
Yeah.
Listen, girl. I'm not gonna pry. Okay?
But think about whether this guy's done something to you.
Honestly, even if you believe it's trivial.
Even if you believe it's minor. Think about it.
I'm sure there's something.
I mean, for real, dude. Just tell on him and let them kick him out already.
Okay?
Yeah, okay. Yeah.
Okay, I'm gonna get something to clean this up.
Okay.
DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND CASTRATE YOURSELF
Yeah!
-There he goes. -He's here.
Get the fuck outta here!
-From behind? -You defending this piece of shit?
-You're defending him? -No, I'm not.
Enough! Shut up. Are you crazy?
-Get back! -Isadora!
-Get off! -What the hell? You dumb bitch!
-Don't you ever touch me again! -What's goin' on here?
I saw everything, Benjamín.
They jumped him. He fell to the floor. It was horrible--
Thanks, Artiñán, but it's all been recorded.
So, it's up to you to report it.
Sure. And then someone ends up stringing me up from the basketball hoop.
I'd rather leave here.
Oh no, baby. Don't say that. It doesn't need to escalate.
Artiñán.
Benjamín, I should go back to my country. Talk to my parents.
I have tried, but they refuse.
But if you leave now, it would be like admitting they're right.
It also, uh… Well, there's the school's image.
Oh great.
Just know if I am found lying in the road, it's gonna be your fault.
Baby, don't leave this way.
He can't leave this way, right?
I can't tell you how proud it makes me you didn't join the mob.
Just defended someone who'd been attacked.
I don't know what I think about Phillipe. I'd prefer not to think about it.
So, the debate team's opened your mind to a range of grays.
I already ruined one classmate's life for revenge.
And, well, I realized everyone has a right to redeem themselves.
Can I go now?
Yes.
Why haven't you gone to see Ari?
It's not like you.
Is it because of Nunier?
No. I mean, sort of.
He left without much notice. Do you have any idea why?
Also, Ari doesn't want me to come see her.
Right.
Well, it's…
it's just, she's scared and still in shock.
Please don't hold that against her.
Look, Samuel, I… I still have great plans for your future.
But you have to remind me why it was that I bet on you from the beginning.
So, just be a man and go see her.
As you know, one of your classmates has been the victim
of unacceptable treatment.
Serious accusations once were leveled against Phillipe von Triesenberg.
Since then, his name has been cleared.
But his innocence hasn't protected him from a series of attacks
that are lamentable and cowardly.
And I will not allow that behavior at this school.
Hey, man.
Am I bothering you?
Uh, not at all. No.
Well, um, I'm new here,
and I can't find the locker room, and I've been walking around in circles.
Well, it's down the hall on your left-hand side.
-Okay. Down the hall? -Yeah.
Good. Thank you.
I'm also going there. If you want, I'll go with you.
Okay.
You sure you're going to shower?
You're all dressed up, dude.
I dress up for workouts.
Well, thanks for guiding me.
I'm not gay.
What?
You've had your eyes on me since you saw me in the hallway.
Don't sweat it.
Look as much as you want. It doesn't bug me.
You been at Las Encinas long?
I got here from London at the start of the year.
-What class are you in? -Not yours.
I would've noticed.
Well, thanks for rescuing me when I was lost back there.
If it hadn't been for you…
Maybe you'd still be lost. Around here, people get confused.
-Yeah. See you around. -Yeah.
You can tell me what class you skipped so you could shower with me.
Huh?
"Boner." That's how you say it?
Hey, Mencía. What's up? How's it goin'?
Happy New Year.
How are you?
-Six feet away, please. -Quit it, dude.
What happened over Christmas? Huh?
Did your old man get you a lobotomy for the holidays?
You wanna know what happened?
What happened is that you're the icing
on the shit cake I unleashed on my family this year.
The what?
-Just leave me alone. -No, no. Shh. Hey. Just a minute.
Shut your pretty mouth and listen, okay?
You were flogging yourself about Ari like about your mother.
Well, you know what, Mencía? You are not to blame for any of that.
None of it. Not what happened to your sister or to your mother.
-You can't blame yourself for everything-- -Actually, you know whose fault it was?
Yours.
What?
For telling Ari.
Hey, over here.
She snuck back in here after you had thrown her out.
What are you doing?
Miss, come with me.
Okay, okay. Okay. I can leave on my own.
Dad. Do you know who's the new guy in the Aston Martin?
Why do you want to know?
He's new, and we have to welcome him, right?
-But he's not in your class. -So what?
-I don't think it's any of your business. -Why do you care?
Could you stop thinking about yourself and partying and boys? Is that possible?
What is this about?
If you'd put yourself in this family's shoes.
Your sister has been on the verge of death, and you weren't around.
-Dad, Patrick didn't-- -No one asked you anything!
So, I would love it if you'd quit being a spoiled little brat!
Okay.
Patrick!
Hey. Huge scene with my father.
Can we fuck and talk about it?
I'm coming. Oh, I'm coming.
-I'm coming. -I'm waiting for it.
I'm coming.
Oh my God.
God.
Dude.
Let's make it the norm to just fuck away our frustrations, okay?
That was fuckin' amazing.
That's what my father really needs. Just a good long fuck.
I mean, yeah.
He's even more fascist than normal, right?
Semen retentum venenum est.
What did you say?
He could be scared shitless by what happened.
You know?
And all he needs right now is to feel… closer to you.
No. My father's never opened up to us in his fucking life.
Maybe with Ari, if anyone.
But now she's a victim. He doesn't respect her.
He protects her, doesn't respect her.
So, get close to him, even if he doesn't ask.
Even if it's just to get him to stop screwing over our class.
Just kidding.
Take Ander and me, for instance.
He's so reserved
and rarely ever asks for anything.
But I mean, we've managed to stay together and communicate,
even though he's on the other side of the fuckin' world, you know?
We still write to each other. We call each other.
Oh no, handsome.
He doesn't write to you.
Ander replies 'cause you won't stop sending him messages all day.
Because you're kinda intense and annoying.
-What's your problem? -What's my problem?
-I mean, that's not true. -It's not?
No.
Hey, um, I'm gonna take a shower and get some air before I go home. Okay?
Look, I don't know.
I have no excuse for it.
I haven't been there.
That's a fact.
But I'm telling you, you can go back to living your life.
Because now I'm gonna be there, and I'm going to support you.
You'll be there how?
As what?
As my friend?
Um…
As a couple, if you'd like.
A couple?
I want to be with you, Ari.
But why have you been avoiding me only to come here and tell me this now?
Were you scared?
Were you afraid that… that I would say no?
Yeah.
Well, then. That's it. You are definitely an idiot.
Now, you would normally come here, give me a hug and a kiss. Wouldn't you?
I'm sorry.
Don't worry, okay?
I missed you.
Thanks.
You have a reservation for six tonight, right?
All right. Come this way, please.
Okay, here's the thing, Samuel.
Don't you want Ari to overcome her PTSD and depression?
I know I want Mencía to stop flogging herself
and behaving like a fucking clone of her old man.
I think if we tell her Armando's in the lake, breeding worms,
we'll pull her out of the black hole she's in.
What are you doing out here?
-Fuckin' scared me, Omar. -You shouldn't be out here.
Just give me a sec. This is important.
No, what's important is the madhouse inside.
Let's go. Get to work.
Come on.
-Don't look at me like that. -I'm going to tell you nicely.
You're letting being put in charge go to your head.
-Who, me? -Yes, you.
You're on top of everyone and everything. All day. At work, at school, wherever.
And you're complaining Ander doesn't reply.
It's 'cause you won't let us breathe.
Should we go in?
Hello?
Hmm?
Good luck.
-Aren't you goin' inside? -Uh, no. I'm waiting for a friend.
Patrick, just watch out for your GPA this quarter.
Yeah.
You nervous?
-It's weird. -Hmm. Well, it's cool to see you back.
-Love you. -Love you too.
-Wanna go in together? -I'll be right in.
-Ciao. -Okay.
I know, right?
-Hey. -Hey! No!
Dad! Dad!
Huh?
-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.
Five minutes, Omar!
Caye.
-I just-- -Phillipe.
-Social distancing. -Okay. Okay, okay.
Let's stay away from Phillipe, no?
You're doing that too 'cause it's affected you.
-I never said that, though. -Well, but it's what you want.
You didn't say it, but both our problems would be solved if I go back.
Help me get out of here.
What are you… What do you want from me?
I don't know. As long as my principality and Las Encinas say I am innocent
of the thing with Elodie, we can't do anything.
"The thing with Elodie"? Is that what you call it?
-You know what I mean. -Uh… no, Phillipe.
And what, uh… I mean…
So, what exactly do you call what happened in the limo with me?
Call it whatever you want.
Okay?
But tell everyone.
Then there will be two complaints against me,
and it'll be impossible to keep me.
Caye, they're after me.
I know people in my country hate me too, but it's safer than here.
Because I don't know if I can survive an entire school year being a victim.
Elodie might know something about that.
She's been one for a year.
She's the victim, Phillipe. Not you, okay?
And I'm the one who could have been one, not you.
Don't you see? Is that not clear to you?
Well, maybe I'm not able to.
You see?
Now it's up to you to go out there and tell everyone.
Put an end to this once and for all.
Everything okay?
How could you possibly have been victimized by Phillipe?
Sorry. You were being very loud.
-What are you? Phillipe's shadow? -No. No, no, no, no.
Just pissed off at the injustice he's suffering.
I see.
Right, why don't you take on the school and leave me alone?
No, stop. No, no, no! Stop right there!
Don't hit me, please. I'm serious!
-Don't hurt me! -Stop. Nobody's going to hit her!
-Don't come near! -Nobody's going to.
What are you doing? She's going psycho.
-Nothing's going on. Relax. -Stop!
You see,
I could pretend to be your victim like you claim you're Phillipe's victim.
I'm sorry, were you there?
Huh?
Look, forget it because this is really just… Honestly.
Do you really want Phillipe to leave?
Well, yes. Maybe I do. I don't know. Maybe it's best for everyone. Jesus.
Right. I don't want that either.
But please, don't be like all those hysterical haters.
-They're all just ugly commies, you know. -I'm sorry, what?
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh. Don't be offended, baby.
I'm not saying you are. I'm saying you shouldn't be.
Excuse me, Paris Hilton, but I have things to do.
Did Phillipe screw up?
Possibly.
Did he say sorry?
Repeatedly.
Does he want to change? I think it's very clear that he does.
But in order for a person to change, you have to let them. Right?
Not cancel them for life,
like all these unhinged, crazy girls are doing at the school.
They've totally scared the shit out of Phillipe.
Don't let them scare you shitless too.
You don't have to help him escape. Honey, you have to stand by him.
Just stand by your man.
No, he's your friend, no?
Or… I won't get into that. It's not my business.
But stand by him.
Stand by him. Be happy together.
Be free to live the life you want to live.
That right there,
that is feminism.
Well…
HEY! WHERE ARE YOU?
YOU COULD AT LEAST REPLY.
DON'T SAY THERE'S NO SIGNAL. YOU COULD ACKNOWLEDGE ME.
So, the Nazi's son was kicked out for being late?
There's no hope for the rest of us.
-You know who I am? -The whole school knows who you are.
I checked up on you. I like you, man.
Patrick, right?
All I know is that you drive a… Aston Martin.
That's super sexy.
I was here waiting for you to drive up in it.
Ah. The car is my father's.
But uh, I'd rather not talk about him. He's been getting on my nerves. A lot.
My dad has been getting on mine since Christmas, so I feel you.
So, you didn't go inside either, man.
You were hangin' out here.
You were waiting for me, weren't you?
You know, honestly, I can't tell if I'm into it
or if it's super cringe.
Have you seen me? I think your only choice is to be into it.
Why don't we go have a drink and, I don't know,
talk shit about our fathers?
-Sounds fun. -Cool.
SHOULD WE SKIP CLASS? I NEED A HUG.
Hey, uh, I don't even know your name yet.
Iván.
Patrick.
Well, you all do two kisses here, right?
"We"?
Who is "we"?
All right, you know what I mean.
Two kisses.
Come on, let's go.
Okay. But where?
To get drunk!
Mr. Blanco?
Good morning.
Can I have a minute with you and your children, please?
-Patrick won't answer. I'll get him. -I'll cut to the chase.
We're aware that your son Patrick went missing
around the same time de la Ossa vanished.
Patrick had nothing at all to do with it.
How do you know that?
What are you insinuating?
That my son had something to do with that son of a bitch's disappearance?
A lot of witnesses
assure us that they saw de la Ossa with Mencía
at a concert organized by one of the students from this school.
And they said the two of them were rather, well, friendly.
And they saw Patrick in a fit of aggression there.
Patrick had nothing to do with it.
-I'm the one you need to-- -Don't!
Mencía.
-How did you meet him, Mencía? -Mencía, please don't.
Ari, thank you,
but that's enough.
Because you're always covering up for me.
I'm the only one who's to blame for this awful fucking situation.
-I need to come clean. -Very well.
I'm listening.
One daughter was a victim of assault, another was sexually abused by de la Ossa.
If you plan on leaving the city at all, or country, notify me.
Good day, sir.
Are you all right?
Yes.
I'm fine.
Okay.
If, uh… If I can help you with anything, tell me.
It's not a problem.
I lost my wife. Almost lost Patrick.
Now I almost lost Ari and Mencía. It's… all a disaster.
And I know that I haven't been the man my family needed.
You try to have… everything under control.
You think you know how.
But what's the point?
Tragedy strikes everyone sometimes.
Nothing you can do to avoid it.
I could have been more on top of them.
I could've…
I could have controlled the thing with Armando.
He was in my house. He met my children, and I didn't--
I didn't even have an inkling. I didn't suspect anything. I could've…
I don't know.
And now…
my legs just shake to think that he might come after my girls again
and that… and that once again, I won't be able to do a thing.
I wouldn't worry about Armando.
He won't come back.
Everything will be okay.
You teenagers like all that kind of stuff. Like, New Age and Mr. Wonderful.
I'm completely serious.
You gotta trust me.
Armando isn't ever coming back.
Uh, yes?
Benjamín, do you have a minute?
Yes, come in.
-I'll leave you guys. -Garcia.
Thank you.
It's about Phillipe.
You're beautiful. Beautiful.
Your… Your dad put this together?
Wow.
Son.
Introduce me to your buddy.
-Patrick. -Nice to meet you.
Hi.
-What's up? -I'm good.
Join us.
I wanna just go up to my room and chill.
Come on. Just a little while.
-It's a pleasure. -Pleasure.
What?
I think I'm hammered.
-Hey. -What?
I hate to break it to you,
but, yeah, your father is nothing… I mean, nothing like my dad.
He seems like a bro.
That's the problem.
How about a nap before we keep goin'?
This buzz is kinda too much for me.
Wait, wait, wait.
So then, we're not going down to the party?
Nah. Just a little nap.
Little nap.
All right.
No.
Where are you goin'?
-I don't know. To find a sofa. -What? No, you dumbass.
You're sleeping right here with me.
I want you to be comfortable.
Let's see.
Help me. I can't do it.
I gotta charge my cell phone.
Oh, shit.
Boy, that's some ass you have with that underwear, huh!
Better than a lot of girls.
No wonder they're all crazy about you.
But…
…crazy about you.
Oh, shut up.
I'm giving you such a hard-on, huh? You little perv.
-No. -Nap time? And that was a joke.
Oh shit.
Iván?
-Iván? -Mm?
You asleep?
Put out the light.
Oh shit.
Son.
Son, I need to recharge my cell phone.
It's only for a second.
I'll bring it back.
-Hey, man. -Shit!
Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
No, chill out. Chill out.
Shit. I'm so, so sorry.
I'm sorry. It's just that I was in bed--
-Relax. -I lost it--
I get it. Want to shoot your load, come downstairs.
Have a couple chicks having drinks who are smoking hot.
-What? -Come on. It's okay.
Nothing to be ashamed of.
Thanks, but no.
But why not?
I'm kinda gay.
-Ah. -But thanks anyway.
That's all right.
I mean, we got a gay down there.
No, no.
Okay.
Well, carry on, then.
Patrick, right?
Yeah.
Enjoy it, Patrick.
But have you and Iván? Are you guys…?
-No. We're just friends. That's all. -No?
-Ah. Just friends, huh? -Yes.
Okay.
Hello, everyone.
Um, I wanted to talk to you about something
that I understand you have a lot of opinions about.
Uh, but I'd like you to listen to me a moment, though.
Phillipe made an awful mistake. He messed up.
But he's trying to redeem himself.
I mean, it's impossible to have an immaculate life. No one can.
And I'm not trying to justify anything.
But without forgiveness, we can never move forward… on either side.
Phillipe, if you go to your country, you'll continue to enjoy your privileges
and make the same old mistakes without any consequences.
Stay here and learn.
And I'd like to stay by your side to support you while you do that,
and I hope I won't be the only one.
I understand that not everyone agrees with my opinion on this,
but the solution
shouldn't be to kick him out and forget.
I'm sure after this, people will relax, dude.
-Plus, in a couple days, it'll blow over. -Get out of my face!
Are you sure about this?
What do you mean, am I sure about it?
Your confession.
Of course I'm sure.
I killed him.