If personal data is the petroleum of the 21st century,
the data of the most important families is gold.
The risk isn't worth the profit.
The profit is immeasurable.
Do you want it all for yourself?
For you and your beloved holding company?
I don't know what you mean.
I have evidence, Benjamín.
Evidence that could ruin you.
You and all of your companies.
Share the wealth with me, and nothing will happen.
CHARITY AUCTION LAS ENCINAS AND LAKE CLUB
Good morning.
My friends, welcome to this auction.
The proceeds will go to scholarships
so that students who have great potential, but who are less fortunate,
can study at Las Encinas.
Students who really deserve it.
Because we all know that the people who transform the world
are those with talent, not just those with the right name.
I ask for your generosity
and hope that we can make this an unforgettable evening.
Thank you so much.
Where's Patrick?
I don't know.
Omar.
The party favors for the guests?
-In the storeroom. -And the canapés?
-In ten minutes. -Great.
And the dossiers were…?
-Over there, I think. -Right, thanks.
No problem.
Oops.
Er… Hello.
Hello.
Mencía, this is Jess. Jess, Mencía.
So this is Menci, huh?
Menci?
-You told her about me? -No.
-It's context. -I see.
Pleased to meet you, Yass.
Jess.
Right.
Here they are, Mencía.
Okay, thanks.
-Give me that phone. -Let me go!
-What phone? -Now!
Give it to me.
Excuse me. You dropped your phone.
-Thank you. -No problem.
I was gonna give it back.
-Just like my laptop, right? -Screw you!
Omar stuck his neck out for you, and you stabbed him in the back.
This is a very important day for Omar's job.
Screw this up, and you're screwing him over. Got it?
-What were you doing outside? -Kicking Bilal out.
Was he here?
Stealing.
Yeah, sure.
Stealing a phone.
I call BS. You don't wanna admit you were outside.
Whatever.
I can separate work from personal stuff.
I see you can't.
Coming to see me?
Only a second. I can't stay longer.
Only a second?
I just argued with Omar. If he sees me here, I'm dead.
If you're not studying, you're working. And then you're tired.
I'd like to just be with you and study, but I can't.
Please.
See you later, okay?
Thanks.
Here.
Thanks.
Well…
What?
Let's meet some new people. Go on, you pick.
Wanna try the business sector?
-Looks boring. -Yeah, a bit.
-The student sector, then? -No.
No more students, please.
Right, so…
Then there's those guys over there.
What are they? Drug dealers?
Almost. Soccer players.
Oh my God.
The one in the middle is Iván Carvalho's dad.
No way.
They're easy on the eyes and on the brain too, right?
Yeah, you can forget about interesting conversation.
-They might surprise us. -You never know.
Hey, guys. How are you?
Do you mind if we join you?
Of course not, gatinhas.
Excuse me?
Sorry. It's like "pretty girls."
-Ah. -Little kittens.
Little kittens, wow.
You players are very forward. Always trying to score, right?
Nothing at all…
Excuse me.
It's frustrating to see so much potential go to waste
because you don't believe in yourself.
My potential won't put food on the table right now.
Are you afraid?
No, I just keep it real.
Am I unreal?
What I achieved coming from the same background is unreal?
-You know what I mean. -I don't, but you can explain.
So, you're afraid, and you're making excuses.
What a shame.
There are many influential people
I wanted to introduce to you for future internships, but…
Since you're a waiter and not a guest…
Do you want me to quit this job?
Priorities, Samuel.
Benjamín, I hope everything is to your liking.
If you'll excuse us…
-Do I need to be hounding you all day? -He talked to me. What could I do?
Your job. Or were you not taking a break?
You're hell-bent on screwing me over.
-What's this? -I quit.
See how you get by with one less waiter.
Hey! Samu!
Samuel, god damn it!
You…
Hello?
I'll have some sparkling water, with lime, not lemon,
and a sprinkle of turmeric. Thanks.
My love!
-What's wrong? -I just quit.
To hell with this shitty job already.
-Seriously? -Yeah.
That's so great, my love.
-Let's go celebrate. -I can't.
I'll talk to the manager and find your dad.
He wants me to meet some people. Where is he?
-My dad? -Yeah.
-I don't know. Around. -Okay.
Hey, but stay with me a while.
Later, honey. Okay?
We'll celebrate later.
Actually, forget the water. I'll have a gin and tonic.
Any gin will do.
Make it two. Two gin and tonics.
A bit of oxygen, okay?
I mean… I'd like to breathe and not die, that sort of thing.
Every minute I don't spend kissing you is lost forever.
Which of the Twilight movies did you escape from, dude?
What? Am I too intense for you?
No.
No, but…
go easy.
Okay? Go easy.
-I do go easy. -Sure. I'll get a drink.
-Get me a gin and tonic. -No, not that.
-I'll get you water. -No.
Yes, so you keep your pH levels and filter in check.
Wait here, okay?
I'll wait here forever.
All right.
Jesus Christ!
What's with the laptop?
I need to coordinate the auction, the bids, the buying and selling…
Damn, your old man.
He really trusts you now.
I guess I earned it.
That's what you wanted. To be a daddy's girl.
How are you and your girl?
It'd be cheaper to buy yourself a crate full of suction cups.
At least you wouldn't need to talk to it.
I mean, she's all over you.
Well, yeah. She's very affectionate.
-Very attentive. Focused on me. -You mean she's smothering you.
-She isn't. -Isn't she?
No, I didn't say that.
I'm just not used to getting all the attention I deserve.
You know what?
I don't want a drink anymore. Good luck with the auction.
I've been looking for you.
Something wrong?
No, it's just the pressure of all this. Nothing serious.
Well, you're doing just fine.
Really?
I'm quite proud of you.
I didn't know you drank.
Very rarely.
And you texted me to…?
To get some air.
-Iván, can I ask you something? -Sure.
You and your dad are loaded, right?
What?
You don't even know where to keep all the money you make, right?
What's this about?
Come on, tell me.
Are you and your dad filthy rich or not?
Well, my dad is, obviously.
I knew it.
But why?
Do you want a rich guy?
Oh, no.
I want a guy who does not need to be.
Who does not need me.
Know what I mean?
Come here.
-Come. -What's this?
-This isn't yours, is it? -No.
But can you drive it?
No.
Hello?
Hey!
You can't use the boats, dammit!
Bilal!
What I want to do at Las Encinas is to break the glass ceiling
for a lot of young artists
who have plenty of talent but no resources.
Interesting and very necessary.
Dad, I need to take care of the auction. It's about to start. Okay?
Feeling better?
Yeah, thanks.
That's been my line of work over the last few months.
Do you have a minute?
Sure.
Excuse me.
I listened to you.
I just quit.
I'll devote myself to Las Encinas, internships, and whatever I need to do.
If you'd like to keep helping me.
Yes, bring me a two-piece suit to the Lake Club. Navy blue, pinstripe.
Size?
God.
This guy's been dead a while.
It can't be.
He was missing.
He was a fugitive.
What?
This guy.
I know who he is.
Then it was a scandal.
If my dad married my mom, she would have been the first…
commoner…
Am I boring you?
-What? -Am I boring you?
No.
No, I was sending a text that was super important, but I'm done.
-Keep talking. -What was I talking about?
Your family and stuff.
And stuff.
I'll go get a drink.
-You weren't listening. -I was. Don't be a drag.
-Whisky, rum, vodka? -No.
-What do you want? -No alcohol.
-Have a Long Island. You look tense. -No.
Are you not listening?
Okay, baby. Orange juice, then?
Orange juice, then.
Thanks.
Without further ado, let's move on to the first lot of the auction.
It's a unique sculpture,
made of Murano glass, of course.
-By artist Angelo Davide-- -Excuse me. Dad!
I'm so sorry.
-Donated by the Monte family. -Sorry, I'm here now.
I'm so sorry. Excuse me.
Excuse me, please. Will you move?
The opening bid is 10,000 euros.
Move, dammit.
Sorry.
-Shit. -Sorry.
Patrick.
Wow, I'm sorry.
What's up with you?
Have this cleaned up and sort out payment for the sculpture.
How can I sort out…?
Really? He kicked you out because of me?
No, Bilal. I made it up.
I'll call the Guardia Civil.
Wait till I split, or they might blame it on me.
Shit!
My phone is dead. You don't have one, do you?
Otherwise, you wouldn't steal one.
I can't go into the club with a soaking wet uniform.
I could sneak in and look for someone.
Okay.
Look for Rebeka.
Brunette, tracksuit type, flashy nails, lots of bling.
Making out with another girl.
With another girl? Really?
How about we leave homophobia aside until there are no dead bodies present?
I'm sorry.
Thanks. Bring Rebeka.
Should I bring Samuel?
I hate to cause trouble between you and your friend.
I said, bring Rebeka.
-Now. -Okay.
Fine.
Fuck.
You can't deny you're with me because I'm a young girl you could,
potentially, take to bed,
and keep thinking you're 20 years old, right?
I'm not in the habit of sleeping with girls
in my son's circle.
Oh, I see.
What a shame.
You have a moral code and all.
I really do.
"Really do…"
I should throw my ideals out the window and start setting my sights on men
who are mature, older, and as sensible as you are, right?
That sounds great.
And stop looking at immature, confused, and fickle brats,
like I always do.
I finished my drink.
Have you seen the dock?
No.
You haven't? It's lovely. You need to.
You go on ahead. I'll get some drinks, and I'll show you.
Now?
Now, if it's okay for you.
-Yes, it's okay for me. -Fine.
No, you sit down.
You know how much that cost?
You pay for it. For you, it's peanuts.
Are you on drugs?
No.
Have you seen your eyes?
It's an allergy.
An allergy to your lack of shame?
Not that you care.
You have your ass-kissing lapdog Samuel to play daddy and perfect son with,
since you can't tame the selfish queer you have as an actual son.
The one who embarrasses you every day.
Are you going to cry now? You're such a brat.
It must've been real torture for you to outlive Mom and lug us around, right?
You think everyone is so mediocre,
even your own family, starting with your children.
You even thought Mom was weak.
But she saw the good in all of us!
Even in a pathetic, delusional guy like you!
Dad!
Stop it!
You never laid a hand on us before.
Benjamín made me consider a career in law.
We're looking for the college that would be the best fit.
Excuse me for a second. I'll be right back.
Excuse me.
What the hell?
-Sorry, Samu. -I told you to leave.
-Listen. -I'll call the cops.
-Omar needs you. -I don't work here. What is it?
A dead guy turned up in the lake, and Omar says he knows him.
What?
It's cold!
Let me help you.
So cold!
This should warm you up, huh?
Yes.
Better?
What? Huh?
Patrick!
What's wrong?
Can I help you?
Leave me the fuck alone!
Excuse the interruption.
Let's move on to the next lot,
donated by one of our most illustrious guests.
It's from Cruz Carvalho,
who is here with us today.
Cruz?
I can't see him now, but I assure you, he's here.
As I was saying, this is a sculpture
by contemporary artist Carlos Moncas, signed by the author…
-Hey. -Hey.
How's it going? All good?
Super happy. So good.
Amazing.
Fucking awesome.
You look too happy, actually.
-No. -No?
I'm fine.
Are you high?
Oh, Caye…
What is it? Can't I be happy without you or what?
The royal swagger. Tone it down a bit.
-And you? -What about me?
Since you don't have a prince, the king of soccer will do, huh?
Oh, I see. That's what this is about.
Two Long Islands.
Wow. Was there nothing stronger?
Don't control me.
I don't.
-Are you not drinking? -I ordered two gin and tonics.
Two gin and tonics.
Perfect for getting to know someone.
Precisely.
Thank you so much.
Maybe that's what you and I should do.
What?
Open up to other people.
Stop being so stuck on each other.
Caye, what you and I feel
is very special.
But I think it won't take us anywhere.
Because you're constrained by the need to look after me,
and I'm constrained by the need not to let you down.
We'd best go our separate ways.
So… we can breathe.
Right?
Sure.
Thank you, sir.
Holy shit, Bilal.
Hey, since you're both here,
I'm sorry you fought because of me.
Shut up.
I need to think.
I tried to figure out if I should call Ari and Mencía
or just call the Guardia Civil.
I don't know. This doesn't fall under my duties.
We should call the Guardia Civil.
What the hell, let's call. Give me your phone.
No.
No Guardia Civil.
Who will you call?
Fucking Benjamín? No way.
I'll call Rebe.
We helped Guzmán dump this guy in the lake.
What?
This most beautiful Bohemian glass goblet
has been with our esteemed Herrera de Miguel family
for six generations.
The starting price is 15,000 euros. Who'll offer 15,000 euros?
Sold.
Our next lot, mixed-media oil and collage,
by the virtuous hands of Argentinian artist Gabriela Rosales,
with a starting price of 12,000 euros.
A unique olivine diamond necklace from the Kilauea volcano in Hawaii,
inspired by the Russian Czarist empire.
The starting price is 200,000 euros.
What's up, Samu?
What?
Sold.
See if they can charge this for me. And keep an eye on it.
Okay.
Excuse me. Could you charge my phone?
Yes? Thanks.
Menci,
I need a favor.
-I have enough on my plate already. -I know, but this is pretty urgent.
I have to leave now. I'll be out a while.
But I'll come back.
It might take a while, but I'll come back.
Can you stay with Jess?
You're kidding.
Look at her. She's drunk out of her mind.
Weaving all over the place.
She might break her neck or--
Rebeka, you're asking your ex to look after your…
-What is she to you? Your girlfriend? -My friend.
Okay, your friend.
No. I don't care.
I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't really important.
Please.
I'll go get her, okay? Thanks.
I'm sorry about earlier.
Oh, that's okay.
No worries.
Feeling better?
Yeah.
What happened with your dad?
I've always felt like an outsider in this family.
You know?
Like I have to apologize for surviving the accident that killed my mom.
My dad wanted a different kind of son.
Everyone wants a different Patrick.
Everyone.
Nobody loves me for me.
Come on, that's not true.
No, seriously. I'm over it.
Nobody takes notice of me.
They keep saying I go my own way, I can get whatever I want,
I don't need help…
I'm sick of it.
I don't believe it.
That nobody takes notice of you.
Nobody.
That's not possible.
Shit.
You look smart.
Because I am smart.
You are smart.
So, why'd you let her get away?
What's this about?
You're still into her, right? A little.
Rebe won't stop talking about you.
"Menci this, Menci that."
-She calls you Menci. -I know she does.
As you can imagine, that pisses me off.
Look, I have to work, okay?
So if you don't mind…
Great. Thanks.
Excuse me.
Can you get me a fresh one?
Thanks.
You like that she talks about you.
If you're into her, you can have her. I have no problem with that.
If you wanna be with her, I'll step aside. 100%.
Thank you.
But… say it.
You know? Make it clear.
You can't say no
and then keep…
hovering around.
Tell her you're history
'cause I'm kinda fed up with hearing about you all day.
What? Nothing to say?
So you'd rather go on doing damage but playing the victim.
That's great, hon.
What do you want me to say?
But be careful, okay?
Huh? You might come head to head with me.
And if you dare come between us,
I'll make sure that you get out of the way
and that she finds out what a shit person you are.
You won't ever see her again.
I mean it.
Understood?
I'm gonna go take a piss. I've been holding it for a while. Okay.
Holy shit, what a stench!
-Rebe, please. -I can't.
The smell is seeping into my bone marrow.
-Let Omar help you. -No.
Let's try. Come on, grab him.
-I can't, dude! -Rebe, we did it once!
But he had just died. Now he'll disintegrate in our hands.
Let's try. Just grab him.
Come on.
I can't. I really can't.
Hey! Omar is upset.
Omar, we kept it from you to protect you.
Who knew about it?
Guzmán, Rebe, and me.
What about Ander?
I don't know. Maybe Guzmán told him.
When exactly did you become murderers?
-Hey, we didn't kill him. -So?
You're accomplices.
Excuse me, but to each their own here. I can see no loss.
This bastard was a victimizer, rapist, abuser, john… Shall I go on?
And you tell me off over a laptop?
Could you help us, please?
Do what?
What was your plan? Sink him again? Let's go.
We're a bunch of kids!
We don't know what to do with our lives, let alone a dead body. Enough.
-Let's call the Guardia Civil. -No. Think about us.
Can you think about me? Can you?
What about me?
-I found him. I know everything now. -Let's see.
It is what it is. You're my best friend. Forever.
Your best friend is telling you to call.
A FRESH START. KISSES, ARMANDO
Okay.
I'll call.
One last favor.
You stay out of this.
Go on, run.
911
EMERGENCIES
Subtitle translation by: Ron Sawyer