I'M AT THE CLUB.
Rebe's at the club.
Perfect. The fewer of us here, the more believable it'll be.
Listen, if Benjamín says the Guardia Civil is on his case, let them go after him.
-We'll keep our mouths shut. -Benjamín didn't do this.
It's either the Nazi or Guzmán. Would you rather Guzmán take the fall?
Obviously not.
Your call.
We could always blame Phillipe so he gets two for the price of one.
The rape and this.
-Whatever he does, he'll walk. -Shut up.
Samu, who's going down?
GUARDIA CIVIL - DO NOT CROSS
Iván, this never happened.
-Can we talk about it? -No.
But, Ari, I…
I mean, I really…
Iván, you are not to come near me ever again.
Got it?
Hey, what are you two doing here?
Miguel, let the lieutenant know we're sending them home.
CHARITY AUCTION
Now we go our separate ways, okay?
-Please stay with the others. -Sure.
Are you okay?
What's wrong?
Why are you soaking wet?
You can all go home now.
Are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine.
What if he killed him?
Dad, a murderer?
Well, Armando almost killed Ari. And after what he did to me…
Really, Mencía?
Already tired of being okay with Dad?
-Is that it? -No.
We're a family. If we don't support each other, who will?
We're also not supposed to betray each other.
What's that about?
Relax, I don't think Dad did it either.
Otherwise, we're still the same shitty family.
What's gotten into him?
Ari.
Can we talk?
Well…
No.
Hey.
Hey. How are you, champ?
Can I sit?
-Sure. Sit down, please. -Are you sure?
If you want to talk about anything, you know you can count on me.
As friends.
I'm so stupid, crying like this.
Easy. Let it out.
I didn't mean to hurt you.
I want to make that clear.
We'll talk about it some other time.
Now tell me what's wrong.
It's about Ari, right?
Come on, let's chill on the lawn for a while.
I leave behind so many people I care for every time my dad changes football teams.
But I care about you and Ari, and I lost you both without leaving.
I'm here for you. Don't be a drag.
Why should I bother finding someone when next week I could be in Dubai
or who knows where?
Right.
I have the opposite problem.
All my life, I've been searching for something that's worth it,
and it's hopeless.
At least you fucked them all along the way.
Seriously, I don't get it.
It's because we're not in sync.
We all look in different directions.
Take us, for example.
I've fallen for you.
You've fallen for my sister, who has a boyfriend.
And as for Ari, she looks in several directions at once.
What are you looking for?
In a guy?
That he loves me the way I deserve to be loved.
The way I'd love him back.
I wanna feel like I'm his priority and make him feel he's mine.
I wanna give it my all.
What do you look for in a girl?
What you and I have.
A connection.
Being able to talk about anything or nothing at all.
Serenity.
Intimacy.
What if we skip class?
A bit of quality time together?
Fine.
Let's go.
Could you be a little more discreet?
Just a little.
Yeah, sure.
Since you don't have a life, you snoop in our trash.
Do you know why I use? Because I can.
It makes me even more lucid and powerful.
Does Phillipe know?
Do you want to ask him?
You really want to know his answer?
I don't want you to drag him down.
How cute.
Don't worry, baby. He's happy with me.
Very happy.
And you know why?
Because I only show him the best version of myself.
Always.
We found a phone in the lake.
Close to where the body appeared.
We believe it to be Armando de la Ossa's.
We're starting to recover some data, calls, messages,
and I'm going to have to ask you for your phone.
Mine? Why?
To check your data against De la Ossa's.
Why do you have it in for me?
We're cross-referencing data.
Yours, the school's, the association run by De la Ossa…
I didn't do anything.
Then, you should be the first in line to cooperate.
Sure.
Thank you.
Do you have any other phones? Work-related, for instance?
No, that's the only one.
Dad?
Ari, relax. Everything's okay.
Can I talk to her outside?
Go ahead.
What's going on, Dad?
Nothing. I have nothing to hide.
Don't worry. Trust me. Let them look.
Come to my office with Samuel after class.
Why with Samuel?
Do as I say.
Go on. Get to class.
Mencía, you stay.
Me? Why?
I can stay. I don't mind skipping class.
No, I just want to talk to her.
What did I do now?
Support me.
I think you've got the wrong daughter.
No. Ari always supports me, but…
I need a favor now,
and she can't do it for me.
I lied to the lieutenant.
I said I only had one phone, but I have another in my pocket.
I want you to take it and hide it well.
You know I didn't do it, right?
Who would want a murder suspect in charge of a holding company?
Or in this office, in charge of their children's education?
There are many ways to sentence someone.
Not just prison.
Samuel, you once told me…
that Armando would never come back.
You seemed so sure.
Did you know he couldn't?
I said it to cheer you up.
I saw the fear in Ari's eyes.
Armando died on New Year's Eve.
Why did Guzmán leave a few days later?
-Dad… -No.
I'm not judging but, rather, admiring him.
But I believe that hiding the culprit
has turned from a heroic gesture
into something unfair.
Samuel, did Guzmán do it?
I know nothing.
I'm sorry. I have to go to work.
I mean it. How do people do it?
How do you meet guys who are worth it?
I go to hotel bars and luxury gyms,
and I practice extreme sports.
What?
Honey, I use Tinder, like everyone else.
-Oh… -That'll be your therapy homework.
You're not my therapist.
Okay, then, as a friend.
As a friend, I say,
"Move on, Cayetana. Evolve. Free yourself."
Yes, but by joining Tinder?
Meeting tons of strangers?
Not necessarily. Just talk, see where it leads.
If it leads nowhere, then invoke someone.
Invoke someone?
Invoke someone how?
Think hard about a person and a song that reminds you of them.
Play the song on repeat, and the person will appear.
What do you mean, "appear"?
Zero scientific basis for this, to be honest.
But you need to trust in it. It's life, energy…
It's the theory of attraction.
Don't ask me why, but it works. I gotta go.
If I keep drinking, I'll end up talking about the virtues of ayahuasca.
-Okay. -Are you paying?
-Yes. -Thanks.
-Talk soon. -Bye.
Omar! Check, please.
-The check? -Yes, please.
Yes, I'll ask Omar.
Hi.
-What are you doing here? -Hey!
Felipe!
-Can I? -Sure. Do you know each other?
-Yes. -Yes.
Yes, we do.
What? So good to see you!
-How are you? -What are you doing here?
I'm picking up the food donated by the Lake Club.
Of course.
You know, me and my causes. We can't stop. How are you?
-Great. -Yeah?
-You look so handsome. -Damn, Caye.
Hey, would you like a drink?
Okay.
-Should we stay here? -Sure.
Here is just great. This place brings back good memories.
-Same for me. -Yeah?
-Same for you? -Yeah.
Can you wait while I load the van?
-I have a million boxes to load. -I'll wait as long as I need to.
-A bit cold, isn't it? -More or less.
What are you doing?
Did you skip class?
We're having some beers, chilling.
Beer at this time of day?
Dad, join us or leave us alone.
Fine.
You can drink, but under my supervision.
I have nothing against gay people. Nothing.
You idiot!
Leave him alone.
What?
Let's hear it, Cruz. You have nothing against gay people, but…
There is no but.
No but at all.
I just don't understand why
a man can turn you on more than a woman. Why?
Women are like gifts from heaven.
Yes, and men are from hell, which is a lot more fun.
I'll get some ice.
And I'll stay out of this because this is…
-What? -You're a dick.
-What? -Go and apologize.
Why?
Go.
Okay.
Allow me. I'll do it.
Patrick.
I'm sorry about those comments.
I've been a dick.
Look, Cruz…
I don't care about straight-guy bullshit.
You treating me like dirt was more upsetting.
Look, it was a mistake.
What was? Treating me like dirt or kissing me?
Both?
-Both? -Right.
Look, this is what I'll do.
For every lie you tell me, I'll get two steps closer to you.
Until we're face to face. Will you have the balls to lie then?
Tell me the truth,
and I'll walk away like you want me to.
-I'm not into kids' stuff. -Then, don't mess around with them.
I said I was sorry. That's it.
We'll go our separate ways now.
Right?
-We'll go our separate ways. -Right.
Right?
You don't want me to leave.
Look, Patrick, I'm not gay.
You're bi.
Not bi, nor tri.
I'm a soccer player.
Look, as hard as you guys try,
being a soccer player is not a sexual orientation.
Look, Patrick, I…
I prefer not to get involved with people from my son's circle.
Someone like me can't afford to do that.
I totally understand.
You just had to be honest with me.
It's all good.
Really.
We'll leave it at that, as if nothing ever happened.
Patrick, wait.
Come here.
What for?
Don't make me keep lying.
Hey! Where's that ice?
The ice, Cruz.
Did it melt?
Come to my room tonight.
Cayetana!
You scared me!
-Hey, do I stink? -What?
I should have gone home first.
-Maybe a bit. -Really?
-No, just kidding. -Damn it.
Beer?
-Yes. -Yes.
Yeah, I'd love one.
Two Mahous, please.
How did it go?
I'm sure we'll bump into people from our class.
-It's a bit too much, isn't it? -Yes.
A million boxes, right?
Wait, let's say hi.
I cannot believe it.
-What's up? -Hey!
Look who's here. How are you?
-Felipe. Like you, but in Spanish. -It's a pleasure.
Exactly like me, except for the stylist.
-Phillipe... -Wow, that's a great joke!
He's just off work. Do you know what that is?
-I just came to say hi. -Fine.
Looks like the stars have aligned.
You and Felipe, me and Isadora.
-Meet my girlfriend. -How are you?
-Great.
You two are a lot alike.
You make a really nice couple.
Actually, we could all have dinner together.
What?
A double dinner date.
We're not dating, you know?
No, but it could be fun. Are you paying?
Sure.
I thought you two had lost contact with each other.
You can see we didn't.
I met him through an NGO.
He works there.
With starving Black kids, dying of AIDS and all that?
Are you kidding?
No, she's like that, in all her glory.
Don't be mean. I'm exaggerating a lot.
Listen to me.
I also have friends who save whales during the summer.
The world's going to shit anyway, but if it keeps you busy, great.
Well, I don't really do this to keep busy.
You don't? Then, why? Wait!
You are passionate.
You are so passionate, you can see it from a distance.
You don't know how much.
I want to know, but I just can't imagine.
For me, passion is something else. Isn't it, hon?
Look how happy he is. I keep him so happy. Look.
-Entertained, for sure. -Yours is. Mine is happy.
One question. Are you rich kids always like this?
What rich kids?
Aristocracy, love. Our waiter's rich.
Hello?
I can't see him.
I'm going to the restroom. Can you order me a drink?
Okay. Be right back.
-Wow, she's like a whirlwind. -Yeah.
When she comes back, she'll be a tornado.
COME HOME. DAD NEEDS US.
HE'LL BE FINE. HE'S DONE NOTHING EXCEPT SMASH MY FACE IN.
Which movie did you pick?
What is this?
I was in the mood for it.
Are you really… not turned on by this at all?
-Are you going to act like your dad now? -No, of course not.
I'm only asking because
I want to know what turns you on.
What for?
Just to know.
Right.
Sure, it turns me on. How could it not?
But out of the two of them, he turns me on the most.
And it'd be even better if she was also a he.
Damn…
It turns me on so much.
What turns me on is seeing you turned on.
You and your fucking ambiguous games.
I'm not playing games.
-Aren't you? -No.
Are you saying that… you and I being like this
turns you on?
Of course.
So? And?
You're so hot.
I feel great with you, and…
this is really hot.
Why don't you try it?
Because, if I tried, it'd be with you.
And I'm scared to hurt you like your sister hurt me.
Fuck, I don't know.
Look, stop playing with me.
I'm just…
-Just… -No, Iván. We're friends. Whatever.
But don't do this to me.
But Patrick, I…
-Where are you going? -To the guest room.
What? Patrick!
Stop it already! I mean it.
Sleep here with me.
You're crazy.
You got my drink, right? Thanks, my love.
I really like this guy.
Oh, hi.
You're all so quiet. What's up?
This red wine is so good. I think it's particularly good today.
Are you not drinking?
My love! Honey! Four margaritas, please. Thanks.
Some of us have to work tomorrow.
Let me explain something to you. Life is a job, okay?
From the first drink to the last, and it's forced labor.
Very forced. That's why we need to make the most of it.
Oh, here it is. Come here!
Fine.
I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I'll bring something to clean you up.
Run. I don't want to see your face.
Isadora…
-Everyone's staring! What? -Let's clean you up.
No, it's all fine. I'm fine. You can't see it.
-Can you? -You look perfect.
Can you come with me? I need some fresh air.
-Be right back. -Okay.
I'll leave this here. I acted as if…
Oh, look at the full moon!
Come and see it. I love…
Holy shit!
-Are you okay? -Stop it.
Caye, what is it? Is she high?
No, she's drunk. She had too much to drink.
-Go. We'll be right there. -Fine.
What is this?
You should tell him about your problem.
I don't have a problem.
Sure, and I scrub floors because I find it fulfilling.
Oh, no…
How embarrassing.
Come on. I'll take you home.
We're leaving, okay?
She's not feeling so great, so I'm taking her home.
-Shall I take you? -No.
I'm not the best company tonight.
Let's go.
Are you really leaving?
I'm so sorry.
I can't leave her like this.
I want to meet up. Call me.
-You want to? -Yes.
-I'll call you. -I'm so sorry.
No problem.
Isadora, let's go.
-We're leaving. -Bye.
-Enjoy.
Get some rest.
-Bye! -Goodbye!
HAS IVÁN GONE TO BED? I'M WAITING FOR YOU.
Fuck.
Please…
I can't sleep.
Start counting sheep.
It's just
that I keep
going over it in my head.
And out of prejudice or fear
or whatever,
I may be missing out on something amazing
with someone amazing
who makes me feel amazing.
I'm going to get really mad at you.
For the last time, Iván, stop.
No.
I don't want to stop.
What? I'm sorry.
-What's this? -Sorry.
I'm nervous. Sorry.
Take it easy.
-Easy. -Okay.
Fuck.
It's okay. Take it easy.
Let me do it.
Yes.
Okay.
All good?
Very good.
Should I try?
If you like.
Do you want to?
What do you think?
Sure, I do.
Oh, Iván.
-What? -Watch the teeth!
Oh, sorry!
-It's okay. -Yeah.
-Should I keep going? -Yes.
-Stop. -Sorry.
-No, it's fine. -Is it?
I just want you to… enjoy it.
-I am enjoying it. -Are you?
Turn around.
What? No.
-Not that. -I won't--
-Not that, Patrick. -Iván, I--
-I'm not ready for that. -I won't do that.
-Okay. -I won't do that. Turn around.
Turn around.
-Does that tickle? -A bit, but it feels good.
-Do you like it? -Yes.
You can do that to me if you want.
Can I?
Okay.
What are you doing?
Are you going to swim in the state you're in?
Baby, you have so little experience.
Water washes everything away.
It's so normal to live at the Four Seasons Madrid.
Baby, I'm the Empress of Ibiza.
I can't afford any less.
I'm leaving, then.
Bye.
Isadora…
Come out. You're gonna drown.
Isadora?
You gotta be kidding me, girl.
No, it wasn't funny at all.
That's it, then.
Okay, bye.
Isadora, please…
You, wake up!
Stop it. Didn't you leave? Stop it!
No, I didn't leave.
No one should live in a hotel.
I've lived in hotels all my fucking life.
In my parents' hotels or…
wherever they left me while they had the time of their lives around the world.
Then, I discovered nightlife.
People, clubs, partying,
drugs.
I got hooked.
I got hooked on the rush and…
I don't know.
All of a sudden, I wasn't alone.
Do you really want to tell me all this?
Shut up and enjoy seeing me like this for once.
Now I've met Phillipe.
I like the guy a lot.
I like him.
He's someone for whom…
I don't know…
I might suddenly see the light and quit all this shit.
But he keeps thinking of you.
And you know it.
As long as you exist, I won't be able to compete.
So all the stuff you found will continue to be part of my diet for a while.
Is it my fault that you are an addict?
Blaming you is easier than getting off it.
You're in my way, Cayetana.
Oh.
You just said you're alone, and now I'm in your way?
Maybe you're alone because you push people away.
I don't know.
Phillipe…
Maybe you chose him because, deep down, you know you can't have him.
I'm Argentinian. Don't give me cheap therapy, baby.
You know where the door is.
I also used to think…
that I didn't deserve to be loved.
And that's also something one gets past, like drugs.
Early bird…
-Hey. -Wow.
You left in a hurry this morning.
Yes.
-I went home to shower and get changed. -Right.
Why are you here?
Your father wants to thank me for my donation for the auction.
Can you show me to his office?
Yes.
Yes, follow me.
I waited for you.
Huh?
I waited for you.
Right.
I fell asleep.
What's going on?
What?
What's going on?
I'm not ready for something like this now.
I've got enough problems already, and you…
Being who you are, you cannot afford it.
Let's just not go there, okay?
This is my father's office.
Excuse me, sir.
Excuse us.
We have orders to search your office again.
What? Again?
I don't know what you're looking for.
-You need to leave. -When is this going to…?
Don't touch me, please. I'll manage.
This is unbelievable.
The Nazi has fallen.
WE ARE BOTH GOING TO BE CAUGHT WITH OUR CELLS.
Ari.
ARI WRITING
FORGIVE ME FOR BEING SO ON EDGE. IT WASN'T YOU. IT'S EVERYTHING.
SAMUEL WRITING
NO, YOU FORGIVE ME. THIS IS TOO MUCH.
I GUESS IT'S HARD TO SAY WHAT HAPPENED TO ARMANDO.
NO NEED. TELL ME HERE.
WHAT'S GOING ON BETWEEN YOU AND IVÁN?
What do you mean?
Like you said.
Some things are hard to say.
Ari, I've been in Iván's shoes.
And I know that behavior.
Answer me, and I'll answer you.
Does your answer depend on mine?
So, something is going on.
No.
It's him and Patrick. I'm in the middle.
I don't know anything about Armando.
Hey. Do you have a minute?
Are you here to hone your Olympic cell phone throw skills?
I should have hit your crazy girlfriend on the head like she deserved.
Didn't you come in peace, Mencía?
Sorry.
I'm a fucking mess.
I don't know what to do.
And I thought you'd be the one
to give me the best advice.
You might be right.
There's a foolproof method.
Toss a coin. Heads, one thing. Tails, the opposite.
Should I snitch on my dad or not?
What are you talking about?
I think he did it.
I think he killed Armando.
Something weird is going on--
No. No, Mencía.
-Don't think that. He's your dad. -But you do too.
Yes, but he's not my dad.
You might think that being strong means rejecting your dad, but it doesn't.
Being brave means sticking around when you think your family stinks.
My mom has done many things that have fucked me up good.
But at the end of the day, she's my mom.
And he is your dad.
Then, what?
I keep quiet?
You keep quiet.
Okay.
Thanks.
What about Mencía? I'm worried about Ari.
Listen, we all need to save our own asses here.
Mencía can save her dad's. We'll save ours, and that's it.
The Guardia Civil is all over this place.
They might arrest Benjamín today.
And if he hasn't done anything, I guess
they'll let him go.
That's for sure, man.
That's for sure.
Looking for this?
I…
I don't know what I'd do if someone did that to my kids.
And I totally understand that you want to help your father.
But right now…
you'll be more helpful if you talk than if you keep quiet.
Mencía…
help us understand your dad.
-Lieutenant! -Not now.
-We need to talk. -Not now.
I killed him.
I killed De la Ossa.
Report Guzmán and end this.
Guzmán didn't do it!
Neither did I.
Actually…
there could be a third option.
I'd have my best lawyers work exclusively on your case.
We'd get you out as soon as possible.
And you have my word
that from that moment on, you'll never ever
have to worry again
about your future, money, or anything, ever.
Being on my side could pave the way for you.
How many 18-year-olds can say they are set for life?
You could come and live with us.
And my family would be your family.
Rebe. Rebe.
Not here.
-Easy, okay? -What the hell did he do, Omar?
Is it his bullshit sense of honor? Did he do it to save the Nazi? Guzmán?
Maybe he did it to save you too.
Subtitle translation by: Ron Sawyer