A NETFLIX SERIES
Are we going to the Saint John's Eve party to celebrate the end of school?
Saint John's Eve? The witches' festival.
Okay. The four of us should go, in pairs.
You and me. And you two.
And then we'll switch.
Are we really not going to a party because of this BS?
Maybe it's serious.
Good luck on the exam.
-Shall we? -Coming.
Damn, Irene.
Does she know?
If Asier told her, you're dead.
Well, she can't kill you at school, can she?
-No. Right? -Amaia.
-Hey… -I'm still screwed.
Javi won't forgive me, and my phone's been stolen.
Did you do what I said?
I was nice and apologized to him. I practically gave him flowers.
I don't know, Chivite. Let's talk after the exam, okay?
Hey, no. You're not scamming me, are you?
Me? No. No way, man. What a thing to say.
Let's see how you get rid of him. What a pain in the ass.
Listen, come with me.
Amaia, you're good at this.
Work your magic.
Give me your hand.
-What for? -Just give it to me.
Is everything okay at home?
What do you mean?
Your dad. Is everything all right?
What about my dad?
He's got a problem, right? No!
No. I mean, a secret.
Yeah. A secret.
Unless you solve what's going on at home,
you can't move forward, and I can't help.
Good luck on the exam.
You can begin.
You have 45 minutes.
Oops.
SEE YOU IN THE SCIENCE ROOM
They'll find your corpse next to Patxi, the skeleton from science class.
Not a good look, Amaia. So unglamorous.
-Hello, Amaia. -Hi.
You know nothing. Just say, "What cards? I said what?"
"No. We were drunk."
When you're drunk, anything goes.
-How are you doing? -Bad.
I had a fight with Asier.
Hey, that could be good. Or bad. Or mean nothing at all.
He just showed up at my place.
Totally pissed off.
Asking why we argued so much and what had changed.
Then he asked, "Are you still in love with me?"
No way. Is that a joint? Seriously?
And I said no.
So we broke up.
Holy shit! Fucking great, Amaia. That's fucking great!
I told him that he's my best friend, but I don't love him in that way.
And I feel like shit, because…
Why do I have to hurt someone just so I can feel okay?
And you didn't talk about anything else?
No way.
I haven't told him I'm a lesbian.
I mean…
You met up, you dumped him…
And that's it? You haven't spoken since?
Well, the important thing is you're okay.
You are okay, aren't you?
I'm relieved. It's like…
I have one less problem to worry about.
Sure.
Amaia, you're the only person who knows about this.
You can't tell anyone.
-Okay? -No. Of course not. My lips are sealed.
-Come here. -Why is she hugging you?
Thank you so much. You're a good friend.
And why is she so nice?
Asier has a "for auction" sign hanging from his neck,
and you're gonna bid.
You've been after him since you got here, and now you're acting cool?
If something's gonna happen, it'll happen.
If you don't make a move, someone else will.
Me, for example.
But seriously, why did Irene tell you? Are you two besties now or…?
I don't know. She trusts me.
Poor thing.
Wait, Javi, I'm coming with you.
But wait, you got information out of her by reading her cards.
That's how you found out.
No. I didn't ask Irene for information.
She just told me because she wanted to.
Because she wanted to. Yeah.
And didn't you tell me to talk to her?
-Yeah, well… -It doesn't matter, does it?
They'll be back together before Saint John's Eve, right?
-Bye, beautiful. -Bye.
Now blow right here. On the knuckles.
The asshole again. In a month, he'll be living here.
Where's the coin?
Where is it?
Voilà.
Magic!
Amaia! Sit down. Drop your bag, and let's have lunch.
I ordered roast chicken.
No, I'm not hungry. I'm going to my room.
Scolding in three, two, one…
Amaia…
What do you want?
Why can't the four of us have a nice meal together?
You love chicken.
Not roast chicken. He did it to butter me up, right?
He just wants you to like him.
What? He has it in for me. He gave me an F.
Why do you have to be like that?
Hell, Amaia, tell her you're just like her.
Íñigo gets along with your sister, and I like him. You understand?
But you've decided that you don't like him.
You can't force me to like him.
If you won't do it for him, do it for me.
Why?
I'm tired. Amaia, you're a grown-up. You know how things work.
It's not easy for me to be back in the place I left. So, help me.
And for once, put yourself in my shoes.
I need to study.
"September 2004."
Holy shit…
Bernardo Santesteban.
What if this is him? What if he's your father?
Hey!
Hey, you! Goddamnit!
Stop!
Thank you.
LAURA, I DON'T WANT TO BEAT AROUND THE BUSH…
JAVI, TODAY I'M GOING TO MEET MY FATHER
Come on.
Go in, see his face, and leave.
No, even better.
Go in, see his face, tell him who you are, and leave.
-I think this is perfect for him. -Okay.
-How old is he? -Almost ten.
-What grade? -Fourth.
Fourth? Here you have a chart for all levels.
Are you looking for a specific violin?
No. I was just looking around.
I'm looking for something for a friend, but I'm not sure what to get him.
Well, have a look around.
And if you have any questions, just ask.
Okay.
All right, Amaia. What do you mean, "for a friend"?
Come on, it's not that hard.
Ask him about his son, Bernardo Santesteban.
Just improvise.
This one is a higher level…
Okay, I know. 17 years ago, the store didn't look like this.
Start there.
You painted, yeah? Blue.
Oh, but that was some years ago.
Like three or four.
No, wait, longer. Hey, Asun…
-What? -When did we paint?
I don't know. When we celebrated our silver anniversary, I think.
How about that! It's been six years now.
The reason I say that is, when I last came here,
there was a guy who was about 40 years old or so.
-I guess he was your son. -No. We have no children.
Oh. Who was it? A relative or an employee, maybe?
Impossible.
It's been just my wife and I running the store for almost 20 years.
No, it can't be. But how old was he 17 years ago? 50?
Bernardo. You moved the guitar picks again.
They're over there.
That's why he broke it off with your mom. He was married to this lady.
That's him. He's your father.
Is something wrong, sweetheart? You okay?
What?
No… Yeah… Yes, it's just that…
I left my wallet at home, but… I'm gonna get it, and I'll be right back…
What's wrong?
Where were you?
With Javi.
I was trying to make ramen.
Since you like it so much.
Want me to help you?
-Do you want to? -Yes. Of course I do.
What do I do?
-Peel the carrots. -Okay.
Be careful. It's sharp.
What about the leek?
Chop it. But first, you have to weigh it. Do you know how this works?
Mom, you don't eat the green part.
-Really? -Yeah.
Then how do we weigh it?
Did you weigh the ginger?
I'll find out if I got a new job tomorrow. I'll let you know.
Good luck.
Kisses.
Moussa, I…
I love you.
Are you okay?
-Yes. I'm doing great. -Are you sure?
Of course. Yeah. I just wanted to tell you.
Kisses.
Bye.
HELLO, ASIER…
Hey. Wait. What are you gonna say?
Let's see. Sound friendly but not too friendly.
You're just texting him to be nice. Because you're nice.
You care about people, the planet… him.
HOW ARE YOU?
Now's when he asks to meet for a drink with a heart and fire emojis.
Okay, don't get carried away.
Maybe he'll just ask if you want to grab a drink with the beer glass emoji.
Or the coffee one. Or no emoji at all.
LET'S MEET TOMORROW, AND I'LL TELL YOU THEN?
Well, he sent an emoji.
Damn. Cold today, huh?
Yeah. I should've worn long pants.
What are you gonna buy?
Damn, that guy again.
-What guy? -Do you know him?
I saw him the other day.
I'd never seen him before. It gave me the creeps.
Maybe he was with a friend.
Yeah, that's all I need.
To be followed by an asshole who wants to beat me up.
Don't be so dramatic. Can I have some salami, please?
Don't be dramatic?
Do you even watch the news?
With all the homophobic attacks taking place.
Many go unreported.
Here, you run into the same people all the time. He's not following you.
Give me some bacon too.
Chivite did the same thing. One day he'd follow me, then he wouldn't…
I ended up scared every day.
-You might never see him again. -Total's 10.50, Lucía.
Sure.
If he does something, we'll report it to the police.
And that's the end of it.
Can you put it here?
Hey. I went by your house, and your mom told me you were here.
I'm going home, okay? I got stuff to do.
Thanks. See you next Sunday.
I'm leaving too. I have stuff to do at home too.
Are you gonna run away every time we see each other in town?
No. I'll say hello. "Hello, Zhao." See?
What are you doing?
I wanted to see you. I didn't mean to be a dick the other day.
It wasn't my fault. It was José Luis.
How convenient. José Luis is to blame. Awesome, Zhao.
Well, okay. It was my fault.
I'm sorry. What do I have to do? I'll get down on my knees.
Don't even, Zhao. Everyone's looking at us…
Lucía, please forgive me!
-Everyone's staring. Get up. -Forgive me!
Get up. Everyone's looking at us. Shit.
Are you still angry?
A little bit.
Look, I don't care if people think I'm a slut.
But for you to think that…
I don't think you're a slut.
I wish I was half the slut you are.
-Yeah, sure. -It's true.
I'd like to be more like you and less like me.
So what? You said all that to hurt me?
No. I was hurt, and I wanted to get back at you.
And then José Luis took over.
Tell José Luis to chill.
And that friends don't make out with each other. Friends are forever.
And one-night stands are, well, just that.
I'm not sure you knew how to read between the lines.
What lines?
She said you're much more important than any guy she hooks up with.
So?
That's called love.
That's called being friend-zoned.
No. That means she loves you more than Jokin or Mateo or anyone else.
I wanted to know if she was interested. And now I know. She isn't.
Like, not even a little.
Zhao, listen. I think she likes you, but she's afraid.
You're friends, and if you hook up, and things don't work out… that sucks.
Stop overthinking it.
I'm just telling you not to give up so easily.
She said no, Amaia. N-O. No.
I just think--
No, Amaia!
What's this?
A dying plant.
-And this? -A cactus.
-Do they look the same? -No.
Well, neither do a "yes" and a "no."
And she said no.
I don't know if this ever happened to you. You meet someone, and
you can't get that person out of your head. Ever.
Yes. They're the first thing you think of when you wake up
and the last before you go to bed.
Exactly.
In Basque, to be in love is "maiteminduta."
Which means something like… "wounded by love."
But that feeling goes away.
I was totally rude to you the other day. I'm sorry. I took it out on you.
And yet, here you are. You're a great fucking girl.
Amaia.
I know Irene didn't tell me the whole truth.
What makes you say that?
Is it another guy? Have you heard anything? I don't know.
Everything comes out at school.
Wanna keep walking?
-Why? Do you know something? -It doesn't matter now.
Please, tell me.
No. She's not seeing a guy.
So, maybe if I talk to her on Saint John's Eve, I can fix it.
No.
No, look.
I'm gonna tell you 'cause you'll drive yourself nuts.
See, Irene told me this in confidence.
So? What did she tell you?
Please.
The thing is, she likes girls. She told me she's a lesbian.
-That's impossible. There's no way. -Fuck.
I promised I wouldn't say anything to anybody.
Hey. Please don't tell her.
-Okay? -Of course not.
LUCÍA: WHAT TIME? ZHAO: IT STARTS AT NINE
JAVI: 9:30 I'LL BE LATE. SEE YOU THERE
Amaia!
What?
Amaia, guess what.
I'm busy right now.
We're moving back to Barcelona!
The news that's going around is that Irene is a fucking lesbian.
Some people should get a life.
Andrea told me. Jokin told her, and Asier told him.
Classic case of broken telephone.
I can't believe Amaia.
She's gonna get here even later. She's the new you.
Hey!
I still think Asier and Irene are getting back together.
No way! Irene's mine.
You wish.
Seriously. We hooked up a few months ago.
-Sure. -Didn't I tell you?
Of course you did. Of course you hooked up.
In your imagination. It's called jerking off.
Hey, DJ Chivite on the turntables!
-This is a bop! -Let's dance! Hey!
Does Mom know?
I'm sure the three of us can convince her.
Well, Moussa did tell me that he might have found a job.
But first, he has to find an apartment and all that.
You've got to be patient.
I'm sure Dad will get it taken care of.
I don't know. I'm just saying… Let's see what happens.
Besides, you've got cool things going on here.
You've got friends.
Plus, Íñigo. You like Íñigo a lot.
ASIER: YES. I'M COMING!
REALLY? I'M HEADING THERE
ASIER: SEE YOU SOON
There are some great things in this town.
What's wrong? You don't wanna go back?
We'll talk about it tomorrow, okay? I have to go, and I'm really late.
-Don't you wanna go back? -Ona. Seriously. Tomorrow, okay?
This is how you make an entrance.
At just the right moment.
When everyone is already there, and only you are missing.
Then you arrive, and all eyes are on you.
Because you're the one they were waiting for.
And why is that?
Because you're the queen of this fucking party
and this fucking town.
I trusted you. I thought you were my friend, but now I see you're not.
You here to say, "I told you so"? "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Don't worry. I already know I'm an asshole.
Well, you're not really an asshole.
I've deceived everyone, Javi.
I don't have a gift.
I just told them what they wanted to hear.
Or I used what I knew to get what I wanted.
I know. You told me so.
But I'm done.
I'm not gonna read cards or make potions or spells.
Or read palms anymore. It's over.
You were reading palms too?
-Yeah. -Wow.
But I'm afraid.
Because if I don't do readings, then what?
Who am I?
You.
Amaia. My friend.
I'm sorry.
It's strong, huh?
No.
Don't panic. The emergency kit's here.
Let's see. Oh, poor you.
What? Gross. I'm all sticky.
I look like Carrie. But Carrie covered in booze.
Irene must've found out what happened at Chivite's.
Typical jealous ex. Don't sweat it.
A chick once threw a phone at my head.
-Really? -Remember?
You dodged it Matrix-style.
Why did she do that?
She knew her boyfriend had cheated, but she didn't know with who.
I was wasted and didn't know anything about it.
I admit that I have a reputation. But still, she could've asked me first.
There you go.
Gorgeous.
Come on.
-Let's go. -Come on.
I just wish I was dead. That's all.
No! We're gonna enjoy this party, and nobody's gonna ruin it.
Well said!
Okay. Look.
Give me two minutes. I'll fix myself up and go over.
And we'll have a drink. A real cocktail. Fuck the cheap booze.
Okay.
Come on!
-I'll leave this here. -Okay.
See you in a few.
Let's go!
Let's go to the bar. Quick.
ASIER: YOU HERE YET?? I DON'T SEE YOU…
Come on, Amaia. You didn't come all this way for nothing.
Just clean yourself up and go for it.
-Hey, Asier! -Thanks.
-Hi, guys. How are you? -Hey.
-Should we go? -Here.
Hey, what's up?
-How's it going? -Good.
-Can we talk? -What?
Can we talk for a sec?
-Sure. -Yeah? Okay.
How are you doing?
Well, it's like the pieces of the puzzle are starting to come together.
Have you talked to her?
No. I'm trying to avoid her as much as possible.
Besides, we used to argue every day. It was like being on a roller coaster.
Maybe it's the best thing for both of us.
Maybe.
But it's Saint John's Eve. Let's stop talking about your ex, okay?
Fair enough. Let's talk about something else.
We can go grab a drink with everyone.
I don't feel like it, really. It's nice this way.
Okay.
DJ Chivite!
Sorry. But all this partying, shouting, and everyone being wasted…
I know. I'm boring.
No. You're not boring.
Yes, I am.
No. Seriously. I…
I think you're perfect.
No way.
What are you doing?
I'm sorry.
Sorry. It's just that… I thought…
What did you think?
Nothing. That's the problem. I wasn't thinking.
I'm sorry.
Look, Amaia, I don't wanna sound rude, but I'm not interested in you.
Yeah.
This whole Irene thing is so fresh…
No. Even if it wasn't fresh.
I'm just not.
-Is that why you told me about Irene? -What? I told you because you asked me.
No. I asked you if she was with someone.
And what about the cards?
What about them? I did a reading because you asked me to.
Now I get it. Another puzzle coming together.
What do you mean? What puzzle?
Amaia, I'm gonna ask you something--
-Asier… -No. Cut the crap!
Did you do all this to get with me?
Huh?
Maybe it's true what they say. You're a witch.
No. Look, I did it because you two were not okay. You said it yourself.
-Fuck you. -Asier.
Amaia!
Amaia?
What's going on?
I'm going to Barcelona.
You might not wanna hear this, but Chivite is a great DJ.
Fuck. That dude again.
Come on, guys.
Hey, he's hot.
Really hot.
But that doesn't give him the right to leer at people.
He's just looking in our general direction.
He and his buddies aren't gonna scare me. I'm done with this shit.
-Javi. Stop it! -Hey, you!
What are you looking at? If you have a problem, tell me.
It's nothing. I've just seen you around town and at school.
I noticed. Why are you following me?
I'm not following you.
He says he's not following me.
Do you think I'm stupid and don't know what's going on?
Well, okay. Yes. Maybe I am following you a little bit.
It's because I didn't have the guts to tell you something.
And every time I've seen you around, well…
Well, here I am. What do you wanna tell me?
Nothing.
Nothing?
That…
I like you.
So what's in Barcelona? Because good weather is overrated.
My friends, for one thing.
Yeah, and you have friends here too.
Javi, Lucía, and me.
The Chinese dude, the big girl, the gay guy, and the new kid.
It doesn't sound as good without you.
Besides, why would you leave because of a guy?
-I'm not leaving because of him. -Yeah, right.
Well, maybe I am.
And because I've made an ass of myself. Twice in one night.
That's reason enough.
Miriam threw up on a loudspeaker. And left it all nasty.
Not the same. I did worse.
-No. -Yes.
-Hey, I need it more than you do. -Give me some. Hey!
-Amaia! -What?
Wait. Let's see.
What do you put in the booze here?
Nothing. Inertia. It's very bad.
Yes, inertia.
You and me. Stupid, isn't it?
We're a perfect match.
Yep. Sure are.
You can't leave now.
Can't you see I am?
I was gonna put on this awesome jam.
Look, you know what? I have a rule.
I don't let anyone ruin a party for me.
Hey, come on!
Okay. What's the awesome jam you're gonna play?
Your choice.
No. You didn't message me. I would remember.
I did message you. But I didn't upload any pics.
Because I didn't want anyone to find out.
Are you Shy2005?
Shy2005.
I'm Javi.
Romeo.
And I'm Juliet.
Romeo.
Really?
This is my grandmother's original recipe.
This will make you find your ideal man. Your Romeo.
This guy messaged me, but he doesn't have a photo.
Shy2005. He's a pain in the ass. I'll ignore him.
-This isn't how it works. -What happened when we let the magic work?
We want Fran Chivite to suffer. We want him to feel real fear.
Chivite had an accident. He's in the hospital.
Zuri and Jokin made up right after the spell.
You have a gift. You're special. The chosen one.
The Chosen One.
Do you believe in magic?
Well… no.
No, neither did I.
But I do now.
Why's that?
I don't know.
Do you want the headphones?
Wow. Who did all this? You, Amaia.♠
And you know what this means?
That you're the witch of this town.
And your magic has just begun.
Well, it turns out you're gonna be a little bit special after all.
Subtitle translation by: Olga Garrido