How are you?
Fine.
I'm fine.
I'm with one of my lawyers. She's also listening.
Is she going to take my case?
No.
You'll get a court-appointed attorney.
-What? But Benjamín said-- - Request one and deny everything.
-What? -Say you don't know why you said that.
Plead temporary insanity.
-I should say I lost my mind? -Yes, you lost your mind.
-Okay. -Just deny it.
There's no evidence.
Only your statement, which you'll retract.
They'll probably release you on bail.
What about bail money?
I'll take care of that, of course.
So you're not bailing him out?
Not for now.
My lawyers say Samuel's best asset is his reputation as a noble and humble kid.
If he managed to get such a large sum…
He wouldn't be noble and humble?
It'd raise suspicion.
Is Samu stupid enough to turn himself in for Dad?
And hope that he'll help?
I'd never have done it.
Maybe he did it to protect someone else, not only Dad.
But you gave him your word, Dad.
That's our strategy now. I'll explain it to him.
When he comes out, he'll never have to worry again.
Mencía.
-Why did he plead guilty then? -It's not that simple.
-Was he protecting someone? -No.
I don't know.
I do know Samuel is not guilty
and he needs bail money to get out of jail until the trial.
How much are we talking about?
It's 25,000 euros.
I'll see what I can do.
Seriously?
Yes, Samuel is one of the few worthwhile people here.
Phillipe, I don't know what to say.
You're not one of those few people. You don't have to say anything.
I know Armando kept some files that prove my association with him.
He tried to blackmail me when I had second thoughts.
If you got rid of those files,
would you bail him out?
Yes, sure.
That's the idea.
I don't get why he hid the SIM card in the phone he gave me.
Because…
what place could be further away and more unreachable for me than you?
Are these the documents you were talking about?
We'll need to check, but it seems to be the case.
Right.
When are you bailing Samu out?
Well, first I need to talk to my lawyers.
You're not doing it, are you?
Darling, there are lots of files to check and we need to plan our strategy carefully
and make sure there are no copies.
Strategies and copies, my ass!
Did you make a copy of the SIM card?
Say you didn't make a copy, please.
When I try to trust you,
you play dirty and I feel like an idiot.
All that Samuel and I did was try to protect you, Ari, us…
And Guzmán, of course.
We chose the lesser of two evils.
And that lesser of two evils
implied keeping quiet
even if my dad was incriminated?
Yes. I won't lie to you. I went all in on that.
But Samuel sacrificed himself for everyone, including your dad.
Look, Men,
we've more than accepted that you and I are going nowhere.
Together, I mean.
And I'm not going to try to change that
or try to make you stop looking at me with anger.
But make sure Benjamín moves his ass and gets him out.
I'm sure he won't do it.
Why not?
Remember the phone Armando gave me?
It turns out that it had a SIM card
with some files that incriminate my dad.
I had to give him the card
so that he'd bail him out.
But… I don't think he'll do it.
And you still wonder why I keep quiet and let him take the fall?
How can you trust him?
I do because someone told me I should.
That I was his daughter.
I hope you remember.
Did you make a copy of that SIM card, by any chance?
By the way…
I never accepted it.
I mean,
that you and I are going nowhere together.
I told you it's not a good idea.
I want to do a classmate a favor, Mom.
Phillipe, I spoke to Benjamín, and he told me not to pay.
Why did you ask him?
How is it his business?
I've arranged it so you cannot withdraw more than 300 euros from your accounts.
End of discussion.
If my dad won't pay, I'm on it.
Phillipe offered to help,
but his accounts were frozen, same goes for me and my siblings.
All because of my dad.
He says it's best for the strategy and… for you.
If he says it's best…
Are you listening to yourself?
He'd never let me down.
He's not a liar like you.
-I'm not here to discuss that. -How's it going with Iván?
All good?
Samuel, I'm not playing any toxic games.
I'm here to help you.
Why did you say you did it?
Did you lose it that much with Dad?
Never mind.
I won't stop until I get you out.
I'd rather see you hate me than see you rot in here.
Garçon!
Plus two.
Okay.
Should we have dinner together? Huh?
-What do you mean? -For a little change.
You and me, me and you…
Okay, fine.
And then we can call some girls,
go home, we'll have a few drinks and… party!
-Sure. -How about it?
I thought you meant just the two of us. It struck me as odd.
Could be.
Just the two of us, sad and abandoned…
Or like a normal father and son.
For a little change.
Okay, fine.
I'll book a table.
Garçon!
Table for two.
Ari.
Oh, I…
I just visited Samuel and…
Should I leave you alone?
Well, if you'd like to stay…
I don't know how to help him.
I don't know.
And I feel bad because I hurt him.
And I wasn't there to prevent him from doing what he did.
You really love him, don't you?
Yes.
I won't stop until he gets out.
And when he does,
I'll always be with him, always.
Let me help you then.
The son of the world's best footballer should be able to get the bail money.
Why do you want to help me?
If you're happy, Ari,
I'm happy.
How are your classes, your school, and stuff?
Fine.
If you want a normal father and son dinner,
you need to cooperate.
Don't just use "monosyllables."
-Mono what? -"Otonanopeias"?
You're right, Dad.
Everything is fine.
-Is it? -I'm happy.
I hope it lasts.
How come?
Any special reason for that? Huh?
-You bastard. -You mean if there's someone?
Yes, there's someone in my head.
Is there?
Who is she?
What? Is it a he?
No.
Is it Patrick?
It's a she and a he.
It's both.
And the guy is Patrick, yes.
Who is the girl?
His sister.
Ari.
What are you now?
-Iván, your son. My pleasure. -I don't understand.
What's going on?
I don't understand either, but it's the truth.
I don't know… Ari drives me crazy, you know?
Turns my whole world upside down.
As for Patrick,
he brings me peace, he soothes me.
I feel great when I'm with him.
And he makes my world right again.
And they both agree with that?
Ari doesn't know I was with Patrick.
It happened at home.
And it was amazing.
But because it was him.
It wouldn't be the same with another.
Well,
that's just kids' games.
It's only natural to try, but it leads nowhere.
And I know what I'm talking about.
-Did you also try? -Me?
Never.
Kids today are nuts. What is going on?
"Nuts," meaning less judgmental?
-Maybe… -Oh, God!
Fuck.
Does Patrick know that you're with her sister too?
I should tell you that Ari has a boyfriend.
The guy who was arrested.
They're collecting money to bail him out.
I promised her I'd help. That I'd talk to you.
Twenty-five thousand euros is peanuts.
You can spend twice as much on a party.
Will you…
help us?
Focus on that girl, Ori.
-Ari. -Right.
Focus on her.
-Did you hear what I said? -And did you hear what I said?
Just get the bill and let's go.
You can call all those girls who are gagging for you!
Do you want that, macho man?
What's up, Héctor? See you!
Iván?
Fala galera! This Friday night, there'll be a very special pink party.
You can't buy love, but a date with whoever you like?
Sure, you can.
Hey!
Look!
It's all for a good cause.
The proceedings will be used to bail out
our classmate Samuel García.
I hardly know him,
but he's dear to people who are very important to me.
Isa!
I need to ask you a big favor.
Me?
You can do this.
Babies, how are you?
I'm going to explain how this thing goes, okay?
We all have an app on our cells.
We look for the person we like best
and look at the number they wear.
We open the app and input that number.
We start bidding for that person.
Basically, whoever pays the most money
takes the person of their wettest dreams.
So, do I have to bid for you?
No, for a date with me.
And spoiler alert. I'll bid for you.
But you and I cannot have a normal relationship, can we?
-Impossible. -No way.
No way. But this is for a good cause.
And you… You do like good causes, don't you?
I love them. Especially if I spend my entire paycheck on our first kiss.
Let both of us bid and see what happens, all right?
I'll get drunk until that happens, if you don't mind.
Fine.
TOTAL EARNINGS: €2,670
Isadora.
Isadora!
Isadora, we need to do something.
People are falling asleep.
-Like what? -Change the music. Whatever.
Okay, fine.
-Fine. -Okay, sure.
So? You're not dancing at all? You seem dead. What's wrong?
It's for a good cause.
We gotta dance, let our hair down, bid some, right?
BID FOR #37 YOUR BID: €200
BID FOR #26 YOUR BID: €200
Liven it up.
Hey. How are you? I need a favor.
-What do you have? -E.
Look, I'll just leave it behind, and you do whatever you like.
You look great.
Like, very clearheaded.
As I do every day, baby.
Right.
-What are you doing? -Are you kidding me?
-What? -Couldn't you wait a little longer?
What's up?
Oh, great.
You know what? I hope you shit yourself when you die. Out of my way!
Sorry.
That goddamn bitch.
I make an effort for him, and he bids for her, the--
Stop it! What's this? It's occupied!
-Oh… -What are you doing?
Isadora, weren't you going to quit?
Don't you realize what happened?
He's bidding for you! Get out! Go!
-No, what are you doing? -Have some self-respect!
Are you telling me you taking drugs is dependent on Phillipe's attention?
It's not that.
It's just that…
-Can't you see it? -What?
That if I don't do this shit, I'm not the real Isadora?
The one everyone loves and falls for?
-Did you hear what he said to me? -Isadora.
"Very clearheaded." What kind of shit was that?
I don't know why I try. I don't like you.
At all.
-You're unbearable. -And you're dirty and nosy.
Very. We're tied.
Do you think the Empress of Ibiza
appears out of nowhere with some magic powder?
Of course not, Isadora.
-Give me that. -No.
Go on, get out there right now,
and be the fucking Empress, that's what you're here for.
Cheer this place up. You're great at that.
You don't grovel for any guy.
-Come on. -I don't do that.
-Okay, I'm going. -Go ahead!
I'm going.
Babies, I want everyone to listen to me carefully
because I'm officially welcoming you to this Valentine's Day party.
Mr. Cupid is among us,
and I'm very, very eager to ask him the first question.
Cupid, who will you shoot first?
Rebe! I love it, of course. Let's go!
What? Are you Samu's friend or not?
Let's see. What do we think of this babe?
She's hot, huh?
-I have a present for you. -What is it?
I'm going to give you the runway.
Pedal to the metal!
Bid for Rebe.
You bid. You're loaded.
My dad froze our accounts so we can't bail Samuel out.
Damn, I like your dad more and more each day.
Come on, bid for her.
-I have no money! -Go on, don't play poor kid.
-But you owe me, okay? -Yes.
BID FOR #13 YOUR BID: €100
Someone won't stop. There's no name, but they won't give up.
Guys, there it is, in neon lights. Number 13, okay?
That number can only bring you bad luck
if someone takes her home and it's not you.
Come on, say a number.
-Number 37. -37 it is!
My dear friend Patrick.
My love, stop acting shy. You love the stage. Come up, please!
If you go to Wikipedia
and search for God himself, you literally get this hunk's face.
Take him away!
Take this serial sinner away, please!
Cupid, my darling…
I have yet another question for you.
And the question is,
who will be your next victim?
I love it.
Hey, hey!
Cayetana, your time has come.
Come with me.
Go, go, go!
Being the cleaner and all,
isn't she worth paying all the gold in the world for?
Yes!
Go on, bid!
YOU'VE BEEN OUTBID FOR #39
Know what I'll do?
I'll give away a bottle of whatever they want
to whoever screams the loudest. On one, two…
Three!
So, what's wrong now?
We have 7,450 euros, Patrick. That's not even half of what we need.
Take it easy. The party's not over yet.
Hi.
I'm here for my date.
Fucking great.
And who won me then?
What the fuck?
-What are you doing here? -Look, son, I felt bad…
I felt bad about not helping
with your friend's bail, so I'll make up for it.
Forgive me, son.
You bid for him so that I wouldn't win?
Iván, the girl is very pretty. Look at her.
What's wrong?
How's the fundraising going?
Badly. Terribly.
No problem. I'll pay the difference, okay?
-Seriously? -Seriously.
Miss.
Thank you!
My son.
Thank you both. You and your dad.
I feel like I'm indebted.
You aren't.
I didn't organize this to get you even more confused.
If you are with Samuel…
I want you to enjoy him when he gets out.
And you bid on me because…?
-We needed the money. -I see.
And because… I don't know.
If he gets out tomorrow…
Maybe you could give me one last night together.
Just in case, I don't know.
You know what?
I bid for you too.
Did you?
-Not here, right? -No.
Should we go?
What's up?
You're hurt because of my son.
No, I'm not.
You're not.
He told me about you two.
What?
Damn.
He likes you.
But he likes Ari better.
Period.
That's it.
It's better for you to know, so that you don't suffer.
Well…
That's it, then.
It's over.
He tried, and he left.
Eventually, I'll find a boy who'll try and stay, right?
And he'll be the luckiest boy in the world.
You're very quiet.
I have a song in my head.
Which one?
I wish I could sing.
Are you only going to sing for me?
I…
I'd rather spend our last night like this.
We could have sex some other day.
-There won't be some other day. -Really?
What about this?
What?
A bathtub and candles?
No.
Well…
I like this better than sex.
I believe we could do both.
Could we?
Yes.
She was impossible to outbid.
I'm so sorry, Jess.
You're fucking awesome, but I couldn't find the right time to--
Screw you, Rebe.
Are you okay?
Yes.
Damn, she almost dislocated your jaw.
But I believe I've…
I've won a date with you.
Can I claim my prize some other day?
Right now, I'd just like to go home and go to bed.
Sure.
-Bye. -Bye.
Rebe.
Why?
Because the little prince must have won.
I'll let you two enjoy it.
You won't get rid of me that easily, because I won a date with number five.
And I believe that's you.
Wow…
What?
You don't want a date with me?
Ever since we met, Phillipe has always stood in the way.
He always turns up somehow.
It's impossible for us to have a normal relationship.
Until now, because this date can fix it.
I don't want a date like this.
You don't?
No. Besides, our first date doesn't have to be memorable.
I want it to be normal.
Over a beer or a coffee.
Not in a costume party for half-baked snobby kids
who won't leave you alone for a second.
Right.
Maybe you're right.
Caye, I've been to your side twice.
When you want to come to mine, text me.
-Okay? -Okay.
-I'm leaving. -Fine.
-Bye. -Bye.
Look, there's someone here who loves you and is doing her part,
so leave me alone, okay?
Want a glass of water?
A really strong drink, yes.
You make the effort to seduce me and bring me here and you don't kiss me?
I'm thinking of my son.
Don't.
He's with my sister, whom he likes more than me.
Tonight, make me feel like you are the luckiest boy in the world.
And tomorrow?
Tomorrow, we will see.
Ari.
My dad is here.
Isn't he a cool guy?
You'd better go.
I'll take you home.
Did I make you uncomfortable?
No, of course not.
But…
Seriously, you'd better go.
We'll go out the back door, so he won't see you.
Okay?
Thank you.
I knew you wouldn't let me down.
It wasn't my dad.
It was Iván.
It's good to see you here.
Samuel, wait!
Patrick!
Subtitle translation by: Ron Sawyer