I'll get you out of here on one condition.
You're going to work for me.
We'll catch my daughter's performance.
Then we'll discuss what you're doing with your life.
It's time to stop making bad choices.
Look where it got you.
Are you listening, Eros?
Let's go.
Come on.
I'm worried about what's happening to Reese.
Someone's been harassing her for months, and it needs to end.
So, here's the job.
Make sure nothing happens to her, and take care of her.
I know she's not telling me everything because she's proud and stubborn,
but I can see it's starting to take a toll on her.
I believe you can help my daughter.
I can help you in return.
Now, if you fail me, you know where you'll end up.
Eros.
Eros, are you listening?
Watch out!
BAD INFLUENCE
The light was tampered with? I don't care!
The real issue is that it nearly cracked my daughter's skull.
Excuse me?
I suggest you don't go there.
Understand?
He came to pick me up from jail
and said he wanted to help me.
Help with what, exactly?
You had three months left. What do you want?
Well, I don't know.
In the end, I ended up helping him.
We got to an auditorium, all nice and fancy, really cool.
We sat down to watch, and suddenly, this girl came out dancing.
She was a fucking great dancer.
She was doing this, like...
She was great.
Don't laugh, you assholes. I'm serious.
Suddenly, I see a fucking loose cable.
LOL. You're always so observant, huh?
So, I jump her.
What? What do you mean, "you jump her"?
I jump toward her.
Holy shit, Peyton. Give me a break.
- To fucking save her. - So stupid.
So, you're telling me that after all that, you run off like a damn criminal?
Yeah, bro.
Yeah, it's second nature now.
I thought they'd blame me or something. You know how rich people are.
But is your sugar daddy going to do anything else for you?
Or is he just taking you to the theater? Just asking.
Yeah, he's going to give me a job.
Otherwise, I wouldn't be out of jail.
Until all three of us have regular jobs, we won't be able to bring Simón here.
Well, he could be more specific, right?
I don't know, how long has it been?
Four years since you've heard from him?
- Right? - Peyton, dude, don't start.
A job, yeah.
A little job.
A... little... job...
You son of a bitch! What the fuck is your problem?
- Okay? - Okay.
Okay.
- Okay, okay. - Okay, okay.
Here you go, girls.
You know, they're a lot healthier this way.
But why, though?
It's called "a midlife crisis."
I'm still 49, baby girl.
Don't make me any older. I've lived plenty of years already.
What's up?
Something I was planning to tell you later,
but it seems it couldn't wait.
- I've got a solution to your problem. - Not my problem.
- Trust me. - No!
It's a great idea.
This is how bad ideas start.
Dad, please.
Will you listen to me?
Your dad's crazy.
Seriously.
Completely.
Hi.
What is this?
"This" is a guy
who'll take you everywhere and protect you from now on.
Dad, I can't believe you hired a bodyguard.
No, Reese, he's not a bodyguard.
He's just here to make sure everything's okay, that's all.
That's exactly the definition of a bodyguard, Dad.
Eros, this is my daughter Reese.
Reese, this is Eros.
By the way,
Eros is the one who saved you the other day,
so a little thank-you wouldn't hurt.
Save?
God, you guys are psychopaths.
I'm leaving, okay?
When will you stop treating me like a child?
My daughter.
Don't even think about it.
That's all I ask.
Spoiled brat.
Excuse me.
Good morning.
Are you the new one?
Excuse me!
Are you the new one?
Yes.
All right.
You don't speak French?
No.
Your name, please.
Eros.
That's original.
Isn't there a special class for him?
He's going to slow us down.
Don't worry, Raúl. Let's start.
So, today, chapter 13.
Continental rationalism. Descartes.
Can you back off a bit, please?
If my life was already a nightmare, with you around, it'll be my social death.
"Social death"?
It even sounds poetic.
Look at the bracelet my mom bought me for the trip to New York.
- It's from Cartier. - Nice!
- Stunning. - It's gorgeous.
It's really cool.
And check out this Dior bag.
What's wrong?
Reese, I don't want you to die,
but there are some memes about you and the bodyguard.
Don't worry about it.
I'm sure no one's seen them.
THE BODYGUARD
Look... it could be worse.
It could be worse. You could have an ugly shadow following you 24/7.
Don't stress.
- No comment. - What? Luckily, I'm not into guys.
I mean, he's really handsome, honey.
Girls, his looks are pretty obvious.
- Right. - And his name is Eros.
- I mean, what the fuck? - Eros.
- What a cliché. - Eros.
No, please don't start.
"Eros, overwhelming the limbs..."
- "Sweet and bitter." - "Sweet..."
"Irresistible."
- "And bitter!" - "Irresistible creature!"
Let's face it. Objectively, he's really hot.
Yeah, because, objectively, everyone is your type.
Fuck! What's wrong with you?
If you don't invite me to your birthday, I won't invite you to mine.
Great. It's a deal.
I just want my ex,
who broke my heart,
to invite me to her birthday party.
Can you leave me alone, please?
What's your fucking problem?
Listen up, ladies, because I'm only saying this once.
If you don't take this seriously, few of you will get into the company.
Let's go.
Look.
- Who's that? - Look by the door.
Quiet, ladies. What's going on?
Come on, let's go.
Reese, you're starting today. Let's begin.
- Reese. - Shit.
Come on, Reese.
Who's that?
Reese.
Ariadna, you go. Come.
What did you do?
What?
What did you do to get harassed?
Nothing. I didn't do anything.
And just so you know, I didn't fall. I had my shoes slashed.
Idiot.
It'd really help to know who you are or why my dad brought a random guy.
I'm not that random.
Exactly.
Who are you? Something doesn't add up.
I don't get why my dad hired someone my age to watch me.
Look, I may be a random guy, but I'm older than you.
Four years.
My folks died when I was a kid.
In an accident.
And your dad works with an organization. Not sure if you knew.
They assigned one adult per child.
He'd come every six months to ask if I'd done my homework.
He'd say, "Wow, you've grown!"
But most of all, he'd come to give me an envelope with money.
Never had one of my drawings on the fridge?
A photo or anything?
Don't you have any other family?
No.
Well, yes.
Simón is like my little brother.
He's Diego's brother, and he's in foster care right now.
Peyton, Diego, and I take care of him.
We need stable jobs so Simón can live with us.
They're my family.
That's why I took this weird job, Russell.
Or do you think my life's goal is to follow you around?
- My mom also died when I was young. - No, don't do that.
Don't do that.
Do what? I didn't...
Thinking your life compares to mine just because we lost our parents. No.
No.
Don't you dare come in.
I had no intention.
WHAT U DOING?
Okay, let me try again.
Who would you run over?
A 90-year-old nun who wants to have sex with you?
Or three homeless people?
Dude, obviously the homeless. They're poor.
Dude, imagine you have this super-toxic, super-pushy nun fucker
who really wants to get with you.
Whoa. Imagine it was Sister Manuela.
- Hi. - Hello.
How are you?
Are you Reese's boyfriend?
No way.
- We're... - What?
Cousins?
Cousins.
Sure.
Cousins who fuck?
And is it true they pay you...
Why are you here? I told you not to come in.
I was bored.
Time for the PowerPoint party!
- Yes! - What's that?
Who will die first? Let's do a thorough analysis.
How many degrees of separation am I from Taylor Swift?
Name school couples as if they were bags of chips.
Today I'm going to talk...
THE CHEERLEADER EFFECT
...about the cheerleader effect.
You might be wondering what this cheerleader effect is. Well...
Here's your annoying ex again, trying to be funny.
...in which...
Do you need me to explain what "cognitive" means?
Perfect.
I'll continue.
It's a bias where someone is thought to be
more attractive than they really are
because of the group they're with.
For example, who do you think
out of these three
is the one who benefits most from the cheerleader effect?
Claudia,
Mary...
or Reese?
Reese...
WINNER: REESE RUSSELL
Russell.
Just as an example,
my theory is Reese
has never been this popular.
And she's definitely
never been that attractive.
- Damn, he's going a bit too far. - Jeez.
- Poor Reese. - She's never been cool.
What is she? A six?
- How embarrassing. - I can't stand this.
- When... - What's he talking about?
All right, Ed Sheeran. The show's over.
Ed Sheeran.
What the fuck are you doing, fat bitch?
You're so pathetic.
This is what happens to guys like you
who watch videos of men with crabs on their penis.
You said it, queen!
Yeah, before you speak, take off that condom you're wearing on your head.
It makes you look ridiculous.
- First of all. - What an asshole.
And, Karol, do you know what's on those websites?
They teach you how to fuck your mother.
- Honey, you're so original. - You have to smack her, you know?
Bam, bam, bam!
You're an asshole.
Damn.
He crossed the line.
What do you want? A kiss?
Watch out, guys.
Watch your pockets and bags.
This rat doesn't seem legit.
Why don't you dance a little for us?
Say a few words or something.
You've been staring at us like we're a fucking documentary.
A documentary about idiots, huh?
What are you, the class clown?
Because I had more fun at my parents' funeral.
Get the fuck off!
Cut it out.
You're both pathetic.
Well,
Reese and her pet have left.
PUP, HOW'S IT GOING WITH YOUR SUGAR DADDY?
HEY, HO. HAHAHA
REESE, HOW MANY DICKS HAVE YOU SUCKED TODAY?
YOU'RE SO UGLY. LUCKILY YOUR MOM CAN'T SEE IT
SAGGY BOOBS. ASSHOLE
YOU'RE DISGUSTING
NO MORE RESULTS
UNFOLLOW
EROS SILLY. YOU'RE SO ANNOYING
PEYTON DON'T FORGET WHERE YOU COME FROM
LOL YOUR BOSS. "THE WEALTHIEST BUSINESSMAN..."
This place is sick!
Sick, dude? It looks like a funeral home, not a school.
- Look at all these rich kids. - Right.
Well, pup!
Look at you in that uniform, my boy.
Let's get to it. Eros, we need to head to Spook.
What the hell are you doing here? Now? Does it have to be now?
Yes, now.
El Pela left her all alone. Now's the best moment.
Come on, let's go.
Are you really considering it?
What do we need to do?
Wow! That's her, right?
Of course it's her, idiot. Anyway, babe, I'm Peyton. Nice to meet you.
You're not doing anything. Let's go.
Hey, you need to take me to ballet.
Well, you can go alone for one day, right?
Or are you gonna miss me?
- Can you take me? - Yeah, I'll take you.
That asshole's in for it.
Okay, I'll keep watch.
As usual.
Yeah.
If he wants to keep watch, let him.
- We'll do it. - Okay.
- Who's that guy coming here, full speed? - Diego.
- What the fuck, dude? - Shit.
Really, dude?
- Hey. - Seriously, man?
What are you doing?
I'm coming. Don't you see?
Okay, let her do it.
- No. - Why not? Yes.
Whatever. Don't waste time.
Pey, watch over there. I'll take the other side.
What do I have to do?
This is what you have to do.
Eros!
- Motherfuckers! - Run! Let's go!
- This way! - Run!
What are you doing?
Run!
Fuck.
Can you tell me what's going on?
Whose bike was that?
Nothing, just some asshole.
Stop asking questions.
What's so funny?
Oh, you're so mysterious.
What?
What the hell?
That tough guy act cracks me up.
Isn't it kind of old-fashioned now?
You know you're not Hache, right?
Hache? Who's Hache?
Come on, take me home.
Put the helmet on. Go on.
Man, that felt so good, smashing that bike.
You enjoyed that, huh?
Where the hell have you been?
On a Wednesday at this hour?
Dad, relax. I'm 18 years old.
Seventeen. And I think I give you enough freedom for being 17.
Show some respect.
And you...
Do I need to remind you that you're on duty?
Why didn't you say you've known him for years?
Don't talk to me like that.
Jeez, I just need some space, okay?
Besides, I'm old enough now. It's not all his fault.
Right.
Sure. That's why you're talking to me with that attitude, huh?
You're a really bad influence.
You've literally had the worst idea of your life, and you're surprised?
How is letting a guy fresh out of jail take care of your daughter
supposed to be real protection?
Don't talk to me like that.
Don't worry, Bruce.
I don't get why I'm here either.
Or why this little brat needs protection.
Reese.
Reese!
Take a picture of us here.
WHORE
STILL DON'T KNOW WHO I AM? YOU'RE SCUM
FUCK U REESE RUSSELL BITCH
RUSSELL WHORE RR DIE
Could you turn down the damn music?
Jeez! What a racket, man!
Russell?
Stop messing with my stuff, damn it. Get out!
- That's it. - Three!
- Let's go again. - Yes.
YOU'RE A PIECE OF SHIT YOU'RE NOTHING ON YOUR OWN
Good morning.
Do you want some coffee?
Seriously? Are you gonna ignore me for a week?
What's up? Are you on your period?
Come on, Reese, don't get so upset. It was just a joke.
Fine.
What, did you fuck your bodyguard?
Leave me alone, seriously.
I don't know what you want.
Is this how you get my attention?
Good evening.
Or, see you tomorrow.
Hi.
I guess you don't want to join our investigation.
What investigation?
Reese's stalker created a fake account and keeps sending her
stuff.
"You'll get to know me better soon, and so will your family."
"Sometimes you have to pay for other people's mistakes."
Oh, and dick pics too, of course.
It has to be Raúl. 100%.
Look, I'm going to leave.
But tell your friend it would be great if we talked.
I'm getting tired of this.
Why don't you tell her yourself?
In fact, why don't you invite us to wherever it is you're going?
Actually, scratch that. I just did.
- No. - Wait here a second.
- Who does he think he is? - I know.
- You're so handsome. - You look great, Simón.
- Eros, come. - I'll eat you up.
- Simón's on the call. - Coming.
Come here.
- Hey! You've got a full-time contract! - Yeah, man.
Congratulations.
How are you?
You're three grown-ups with three shitty jobs.
Asshole.
You're just a little jerk who can't even cook spaghetti.
And what are you doing awake? Go to bed.
- I'm gonna eat you! - Behave!
Bye. We're going out, and you're not.
- All right, for Simón. We've got this! - For Simón!
Hey, pups!
I'm the only one of the three who landed a full-time job.
Dude.
And it's not at Spook.
It's at McDonald's.
You're kidding. Seriously?
Don't you love CBOs? You're gonna get a ton of them.
I hope so.
- You'll see. - It's wild, right?
Good evening, young lady.
What's your name?
- Lily. - Lily?
I'm the guy with the full-time contract.
They invited themselves.
So, how many are we?
Amore, how are you?
What's up?
Wow, I can't stop looking at her.
Where did this girl come from?
She's like a next-level human, right?
Yes, honey.
It's like we're the beta version, and she's...
- Girl, you're exaggerating. - Come on.
- What do you mean? - Come on.
- We'll behave. - Let us in.
- You're the king. - Behave.
This is ours, Toni.
- Hello. - Hi.
Girl, this place is huge.
Yes.
- Hey! - What's up?
How are you?
Good. How about you?
- Girl. - What's up?
- Hello. - What's with her?
- Is she always so serious? - No.
- You look so pretty tonight. - You like it?
Yeah, this silky stuff. It's like sleepwear, right? It's naughty.
Huh? You hear me?
What?
Your hair's so pretty.
- You like it? - I love--
Come to the bathroom.
Okay.
- Okay. - Your friend's always so serious.
Yeah. Never mind.
Girl, you wanna kiss everyone.
I need to pee.
I think I'm gonna hook up with that guy.
Besides, the upgraded girl didn't even look at me.
- Can you believe it? - Girl...
Are you going to hook up with The Legend?
Me?
I think she's talking about... Eros?
Eros! No one calls him that here.
I thought "legend" was just a thing guys call each other instead of hugging.
You know? Like, "What's up, bro, dude?"
- Right. - I swear I thought that's what it meant.
I hooked up with him twice.
That guy from the juvy who had an accident.
They call him "Legend" 'cause he ate his folks.
I didn't notice anything weird.
I mean...
In tiny pieces.
Oh my God!
What?
- Girl, I need a shot. - Girl...
Let's go to the bar.
Excuse me. Can I get two shots? Thanks.
- Thanks. - Where were you?
- Hey! - Where have you been? Did you get lost?
We were around.
Make it three, Manuel.
- Three shots, please. - Three over here.
- Thank you. - I get them for free, you'll see.
You'll see, trust me.
Where were you?
I was dancing. Where else would I be?
One question. What year are you in?
What year? I stopped going to school 15 years ago.
- Really? - Yeah.
Can I get a shot, please?
I don't know, they're nice.
A bit preppy, but whatever.
Dude, they're rich kids.
They're total snobs, man.
I mean,
they're the type of girls who study business, you know?
I mean, they're gonna be our future bitch bosses.
No way, sis.
Not snobs, no way.
But rich, yeah. Definitely.
Come on, Pey. What the hell?
You don't always have to be so extreme.
Yeah.
Dude, were there people like them in the juvies where we grew up?
There weren't.
Anything that even remotely matched their vibe? Those stuck-up faces?
No.
Those girls don't starve themselves because they don't have food.
They do it to stay thin.
I mean, what the hell?
They're all the same, man.
They're all the same.
And no. You're not going to change my mind, pup.
We want more!
Is it good?
Yeah, it's really good.
Of course.
Socialize, Pey. Socialize.
I'm tired.
And I'm super thirsty, guys.
I need water.
Babe, half an hour ago, you were going all-out.
Pey is a girl with many sides.
Why? She's like a cat.
She celebrated her birthday once, just once.
You know what she did?
She invited people over, opened the door,
and went to sleep.
Really?
She hates her birthday more than anyone.
- Jeez. - I'm telling you.
What's this about "The Legend"?
What about it?
I don't know. I've been hearing it all night.
It's nothing.
Look...
do you remember what I told you about the accident?
Well, they say I caused it.
You were just a kid.
Six years old.
But that's what it says on the forensic report.
It was probably an accident.
Yeah.
But not remembering sucks.
Sometimes I think...
"What if it really was my fault?"
You'd still be a six-year-old, Eros.
Anyway, word got around, and the rumor spread.
And people are so annoying, really.
They love that stupid "Legend" thing.
The Legend.
Yeah, as a nickname, it's pretty lame.
What's up with you? Do you have the exact words for everything?
Happy birthday!
To Reese!
Eighteen years old.
- I don't get why you're here. - Lily invited us. We had to come.
Damn! What a mansion.
What, exactly?
Leaving the house alone?
Skipping out on her birthday?
Or hiring a bodyguard Reese has fallen for?
Hey! So annoying.
"So annoying. He's not my type."
No? Okay.
- What's this? - Why did you leave it there?
So people can help themselves.
Who is that goddess?
I thought it was just going to be Diego.
Girl, seriously?
They spend so much money that they put ribbons on it?
What? She hasn't done anything. She's just gorgeous.
I don't know. A little sisterhood or whatever.
Be right back.
- What's this junk? It's so lame. - Whatever.
Hi, there.
- Hi. - How are you? Hi!
Hello.
- Hi, Peyton. How are you? - Hi.
Help yourselves.
There's drinks and food over there too.
Cool. We're all set.
This tastes a little weird.
- I wish we had this at home, dude. - Crazy, huh?
This one's amazing too.
Crazy good.
Insane.
Look at this. A hundred bucks a kilo, man.
- Fucking hell. - A hundred bucks.
Fuck. This is awesome.
Thanks!
You didn't have to. I love it.
This one's really good!
- Damn, you're stuffing your faces. - Just a little.
- It's better than your soup. - Have you seen our fridge? It's empty.
Of course I'm gonna eat.
Yeah, right.
And remember, we're your real friends, not this bunch of snobs.
- It's not that. - Look at how they look.
It's not that, man. Just don't mess this up.
- I don't want to lose my job. - We're just eating.
Okay. I just don't want to lose this job.
- Oh, a little truffle. - Just so we're clear.
Cheers.
This is hard, huh?
Fruit with chocolate!
- Want some? - Yeah. Give me some.
Wow, what a nice place, huh?
I know. Amazing.
Look. This is so nice.
Bim.
Bam.
The dad.
The millionaire.
The boss.
Hold on, you need a drink.
- Check out what's in there. - Let's see.
A little gin.
What gin do you want? Something aged?
Sure, yeah.
Careful, man. What if it's got an alarm system?
No way.
Let me see. What if it goes off?
It's not gonna go off.
Careful, Dieguito, I know you. You might actually hit me. Let me see.
Now we're talking. The gangster, Daddy.
Looking cool, that's it.
- I didn't do anything, Peyton. - Hands up, motherfucker.
Asshole. Don't mess with Pey.
Cake's here!
Time for the cake.
Come on.
Coming.
- They're bringing out the cake. - Where is she? Reese!
YOU'VE GOT LITTLE TIME LEFT, REESE RUSSELL
She's coming, guys.
- Come on, get ready. - Eros.
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday, dear Reese...
Reese, what's wrong?
Happy birthday...
- Who wants cake? Come on over. - I want some.
Lily, did you invite Raúl?
Get everyone out, please.
Someone here broke my window. Get everyone out, damn it!
All right, everyone, go home, please. Now.
Everyone out right now. Let's go!
Out!
Come on.
Hello? Anybody here?
Hello?
Anybody there?
What's that?
Damn.
Oh my God.
Hold on.
What are you doing?
Nothing.
What's that?
A photo. Pretty weird, honestly.
Your parents are in it.
And mine too.
Are you sure?
Of course I'm sure.
Look, these here are my parents.
And these here are yours. This lady, no idea who she is. Who cares?
But then...
Yeah. Our parents knew each other.
I don't get it.
Yeah, me neither.
Me neither.
I don't know what I'm doing here.
I'm calling my dad.
He won't pick up this late.
I don't care.
Happy birthday.
Weird, but whatever.
Did he answer?
Yeah.
And no, he didn't answer.
I don't understand anything.
Me neither.
I just want to know why they're doing this to me.
And what's up with that photo.
I don't know.
About everything.
Everything?
Reese.
Reese, we shouldn't...
Shit. Oh my God.
That's it. That's enough.
I should go to bed.
Yeah, we'd better go to bed.
Yes.
Each to their own, I mean.
- Yeah. Good idea. - Yeah.
- Bye. - Good night.
HEY... I THINK IT'S BETTER IF THIS DOESN'T HAPPEN AGAIN
DON'T WORR...
IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN, RUSSELL
Look, sweetie.
A gift out of guilt from my dad, right?
No need to be so harsh.
When is he back from Miami?
I don't know.
Do you want a nice, warm tea?
- Yes. Thanks. - Okay.
You're welcome, sweetie.
Fuck.
YOU'VE KNOWN ME SINCE YOU HAD BABY TEETH
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, REESE RUSSELL
Come on, guys!
One, two, one, two. Come on.
Come on, Reese!
- Let's go, guys. - Eros.
- One, two, one, two, guys.
I want you to come with me somewhere.
Where?
To their costume party.
He's the only one I can think of who could be doing this to me.
If he's the one sending those messages,
he must have left something at his place, some proof. Right?
You really think this person thought to go looking for baby teeth?
I don't know. We've known each other since we were kids.
Maybe he stole them from his mom.
I think some moms keep teeth, you know?
Come on, guys. One, two, one, two.
Let's fucking dance, everybody!
Bro, get me a drink.
Thanks.
- Thanks. - Here.
Here, put this on.
What are they doing here?
What the fuck are they doing here?
Come.
They could at least come say hi.
Come on.
Seriously?
Stop. Leave it.
Eros, please, take this seriously.
Come on.
Unbelievable.
Who's bothering you, babe?
The usual people who say, "I'll be there,"
but then don't show up.
Well, the important one is me.
If you RSVP, you come.
- Okay. - If you don't, you don't go.
Damn, it's just...
She's messing with me. She's always the same.
Why come with that douchebag?
Forget it, babe.
Look at me. Enough.
Gross. It all smells like Raúl.
I'd rather be in a different smell.
I'm gonna fuck you like the whore you are.
I can't wait to meet our future partners.
What partners? What are you talking about?
Well, it's obvious someone hates her more than we do.
It's probably something to do with her dad.
Did you hear that?
What?
What's that?
What the fuck?
Reese?
I just came for this.
You never gave it back.
And by the way,
I also came for this.
- Eros! - Fucking bitch!
Run!
I'm gonna kill you, motherfuckers!
Go fuck yourself, scumbags!
Motherfuckers!
What the fuck are you looking at?
What?
Raúl's snobbish clothes.
They're not Raúl's snobbish clothes.
They're my clothes.
Same thing.
I see.
I know what's going on with you.
What?
You're sad you missed it.
It's like having FOMO over a T-shirt.
Ridiculous.
Well... try it on.
Then I'll decide if I regret missing it.
What?
Let me check the fabric.
Not bad, right?
Why did you do that?
Hey!
- What's with you? - What?
What's all that violence suddenly?
What violence?
Well, that kick to the balls?
Guess you're quite the troublemaker, Ms. Russell.
No, you're the bad influence here, Mr. Eros.
How did you sleep last night?
I slept great.
Once I dried off, I was great.
And you?
Not bad.
Good.
- What's wrong? - What's that?
I don't know. I don't get it.
I didn't do anything. No idea why it's making that sound.
- What's that? - Why's that happening?
What's that smoke? What the hell?
Shit.
- I'm stopping. - Shit, stop.
- Reese, get out of the car. - I can't!
Okay, calm down. I'll do it.
Shit. Fuck!
I can't open it!
I can't--
Now. Get out!
Run! Come on. Run.
Are you okay?
The car's been tampered with. We'll look into it.
Thanks, Salva. I owe you one.
I'll keep you posted.
- Please do. - Thanks.
Here.
It's what we agreed on, to the last penny. Nothing more, nothing less.
- Now get out of here. - Dad! Really?
Dad, seriously?
My car's burned.
I see on the CCTV cameras
how you two make out by the pool when I'm not around.
You, Reese, throwing your life away. Doing what?
Absolutely nothing.
What kind of shitty TV movie do you think you're living in?
You know what?
You started this shitty TV movie.
What's this?
When were you going to mention them?
Your behavior makes no sense, Dad.
I barely got to know Eros's parents.
We became friends, though.
Sadly, they left too soon.
Since then, my only goal has been to help him as much as I can.
Now, please,
grab your stuff and leave.
I won't report that you lost your job,
but I don't want to see you here again.
This is unbelievable.
You're a piece of shit. I'm ashamed of you.
Reese!
I can't believe this.
Of course I'm leaving. Of course I am. Give me the photo.
Of course I'm leaving.
I didn't need your pity.
Or your protection.
If you'd been more honest, that would've been enough.
HI REESE... HOW ARE U? HOW'S EVERYTHING?
- There he is. - Hello.
- Hey! - Diego!
My boy!
That's right.
DESTROY LUIS'S MOTORCYCLE
AVENGE MY FRIEND'S DEATH
FUCKING SNOBS
OH, THEY HATE ME AT SCHOOL
I'VE SEEN YOUR DRAWINGS, YOU ASSHOLE
LIVE, AVENGE, DIE
Exactly.
Ms. Reese Russell?
Reese, about the notebook, honestly,
it's nothing. I just draw, write...
It's just silly stuff.
- Reese. - Don't come any closer.
I'm really embarrassed you've seen them. They're terrible.
You could pick someone else to make fun of.
Not the people who are taking you in,
giving you a home, work...
I don't know, hate my dad if you want, but me?
Seriously?
Reese.
Is it you?
What do you mean?
Are you my stalker?
I don't know what to think.
It seems like you hate my family so much.
Seriously, Reese?
Well, no.
Of course it's not me.
I'd never do something like that.
Especially not to you.
I think I've built up a lot of hate over the years.
A lot of envy.
And I've felt really lonely.
Drawing is my way of getting out my demons.
But I'd never hurt you. Never.
Please, trust me.
What do you want?
Why are you here?
I wanted to see you.
Say goodbye.
What?
Well, all of this didn't make sense anyway.
It's like our lives together don't make sense,
but apart, they do.
Look at you.
Look at me.
Hey, I didn't finish.
Sorry.
Do you like that?
- There. - Okay.
There?
- What? - What's wrong?
There?
I have something for you.
My birthday gift to you.
I almost had a heart attack.
I thought you were going to propose to me.
Well,
if you want, it's a proposal for the future.
Is this a joke?
If we're ugly, old, and single at 30,
we'll get married.
You're crazy.
I'm not going to be ugly, old, or single.
Me neither. What do you think?
- You won't? - What do you think?
What do you think?
Hey!
Let me put it on you.
BEAUTIFUL WOMAN AND BEST WORK PARTNER
Hey, guys!
Here we are again, another day at Piji School.
So today, I want to introduce you to someone really special.
Especially the new followers.
Don't film me!
Here's my friend, Peyton.
Come on, Pey, say hi.
No, I don't want to.
Well, looks like it's not her day today.
Eros.
Shit, what time is it? Is your dad back?
No, it's not that. Where does Peyton work?
I think she works evening-night shifts at a bar, near my neighborhood.
No.
Peyton works as a cleaner at my school.
Damn.
Damn, the light.
- ...introduce you to someone really special. - Can you calm down?
- Especially the new followers. - What? What's that?
Don't film me!
Here's my friend, Peyton.
Come on, Pey, say hi.
So?
- No, I don't want to. - It's obvious, isn't it?
I've gone through this woman's whole profile,
and she met Peyton when things started happening.
It's her.
Okay, Reese.
I know you're trying to find explanations for what's happening to you.
And I know it sucks, and they're hurting you--
Let's suppose you didn't know about Peyton working at my school.
Why hasn't Peyton told you where she works?
Isn't she supposed to be your friend?
Reese, that's enough.
You're suggesting some awful stuff about my friend and me.
You're not answering me.
Look, bye, Reese. Bye.
I'm leaving.
- Eros. - I said I came to say goodbye.
And we should've done it earlier.
WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING?
I'M AT LEO'S, RELAX
Eros?
Hello.
Good morning, princess.
Good morning.
Damn, where have you been?
It's only been a couple of days.
You miss me that much?
Jeez, this house stinks!
You could air it out sometime.
Dude, almost three days without answering the phone.
You've been with that guy for 72 hours?
I came back because I had to change my underwear, you know? Otherwise...
Okay, fine.
Sorry for ghosting you.
Aren't you gonna wish me a happy birthday?
It's my birthday.
Of course. Happy birthday, Pey.
So, what's the plan? Are we doing something?
I've got something at nine.
Look what I got.
So, Leo's your boyfriend now?
Or what?
Damn, you're being annoying, Eros.
I don't ask you about the 17-year-olds you're banging.
Hey, easy.
Just one thing.
What is it?
Do you work at Reese's school?
Peyton?
Yeah.
Yeah, what's the big deal?
Weren't you working in a bar?
I don't know...
I didn't wanna say I'm cleaning shit again.
Especially at the school you go to.
Right.
Reese doesn't get why I didn't know.
Dude, it's always Reese with you.
Always talking about Reese.
You in love, or what?
You're in love.
Oh, wow. Let's toast to that.
To love.
Let's go dance in the living room.
We've gotta celebrate.
And it is our goal to uphold the values of commitment,
sustainability, and responsibility
that characterizes each and every one of our businesses.
Thank you very much and good night.
Girls, make sure there's champagne on every table, okay?
It's very important. Thank you.
Come on.
WEREN'T YOU COMING?
I'M GOING TO EROS'S HOUSE. I KNOW WHO'S BEEN DOING THIS TO ME
Why can't we come with you?
I'm not doing anything special, okay?
I'm going to regret telling you this,
but Reese thinks you're the one behind the anonymous messages.
What?
Do you believe it?
You believe it?
You didn't stand up for me?
Yeah, I did. I stood up for you.
You're driving me crazy with the fucking phone. Can we talk?
Dude, I'm checking the time, okay?
I don't wanna be late.
Oh my God, you're so annoying.
Why don't you leave me alone and go for a walk?
You're making me more nervous than I already am.
What the hell did I do now?
And why are you so nervous? What's going on?
I just want some time alone.
God, you don't stop following me around,
asking me shit,
and blaming me
like we haven't been humiliated enough our whole fucking lives.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Like, what does that even have to do with anything?
- And why are you dressed like that? - I'm going to work, damn it.
I've been meaning to tell you something, but I don't know how.
So...
You're going to work? I thought you were going with him.
- Shut up, man. - I don't understand anything.
- Yeah, I'm going to work now, but... - What's going on?
What's going on?
- You won't let me talk. - Tell me it has nothing to do with Reese.
- Shut up-- - Working on your birthday?
Let me speak. Yes, on my birthday. Let me--
Say you haven't been lying to me this whole time.
You just have to say, "No, I have nothing to do with Reese."
- Tell me you didn't fuck up. - No, I didn't.
- I haven't told you something. - I swear--
Shut the fuck up for one second!
Eros. I'm sorry. Eros?
EROS, PICK UP PLEASE. I MEAN IT
I'M ON MY WAY
No!
Fuck!
Hi, Peyton.
Hi.
Is Eros here?
Come in.
I...
I'll be with you in just a sec, okay?
Want something to drink? It's my birthday, my treat.
No, thanks.
You sure?
Where is Eros?
I'm not sure, but he'll be here soon.
I've gotta go to work.
Where are you working?
At an event. I don't really know what about.
I'm in a rush. Maybe you can wait at the bar downstairs?
Actually, I'd rather wait here. If that's okay.
No.
I'd prefer you didn't.
Can I use the bathroom?
No.
Hello.
I'm looking for Reese.
Is she here?
Dad?
Reese, sweetheart, I came as soon as I saw your message.
What's going on? Is everything okay?
- I don't know. - What's wrong?
Are you the one harassing my daughter?
You don't remember me, Bruce, do you?
Should I?
What's going on?
- Don't remember? Shut up! - Where's Eros?
- Where? - I'm talking to your dad!
Look, don't talk to my daughter like that again.
I don't know who you are or what you want, but I've had enough.
We're calling the poli--
Peyton?
Drop it. Don't do anything stupid. Eros, who is she?
- Peyton. - Shut up!
- Who is she? - Shut up! Sit down!
That's right, Bruce. What girl?
Sit down!
Okay.
Sit down!
Don't you remember me?
Don't you know who I am?
No.
Well, I have been thinking about you all this time.
About what you might be doing.
How you'd celebrate your birthdays.
Happy birthday, Peyton!
Do you know what my mom was doing on her birthday?
Working at your restaurant.
And I was going to do the same tonight.
For you.
I guess there are many ways to realize you're a miserable person.
One of them is that the only people who put up with you are the ones you pay.
No, nobody's going anywhere. We're celebrating today, come on!
I've been thinking about you for 16 years.
You and your restaurant.
And the review I'd give it.
It would be, "A shithole."
"My mom worked here."
"So did my best friend Eros's parents."
"No license. No fucking fire extinguishers."
"Owner's a coward."
"Workers?"
"Dead and not even insured."
Fuck you.
You ruined our lives.
And blamed a six-year-old. Fucking hell.
You think money, connections, and time can fix everything.
But guess what, Bruce.
I don't have any of those.
Peyton.
- Stop, please. - Shut up.
- Give me the gun. - Don't come closer.
- Give me the gun. - Don't.
Reese, your mom died in that fire too. Just like mine.
Obviously, your prick dad wasn't going to tell you, so here I am.
People like you never,
ever tell it straight.
You think you've changed.
You want to be a good person.
You've tried.
But that doesn't fix what you did.
It doesn't fix anything.
- Please, Peyton, stop. - Stop.
Stop, please.
Don't come any closer, Eros. Eros, stay back.
- Eros! - Let's go! Now!
- Let go! - Peyton.
Let go of me!
Damn!
- Peyton, stop! - Eros!
Don't stop!
Run!
BUSINESSMAN BRUCE RUSSELL DIES
I guess I don't need a bodyguard anymore.
You can't go a day without me.
Yeah.
I'm sorry, Reese.
I'm sorry.
I know.
Me too.
Hey, Reese.
It's been days since I've heard from you.
I hope you're doing okay.
I'll call in the next few days and stop by if you want.
Let me know.
Take care.
Reese.
Reesey.
I'm here whenever you're ready to talk.
I love you so much.
Call me. Anytime.
Hi, babe. How are you?
I just landed from my trip.
I can't wait to see you.
I have so much to tell you about the trip.
I missed you so much.
Hopefully, I'll see you soon, okay?
I love you so much. Hope you're doing okay.
Hi, Dad.
This feels a bit weird,
but it's all I can do.
How silly, I'm already judging myself.
Anyway, I...
I just wanted to tell you I got into the dance company.
I hope you're proud of me.
I love you so much.
Eros, call me!
They accepted me into the company! I can't believe it! Call me!
What are you doing here, dummy?
I'm here for the audition.
What audition?
I don't know.
The audition.
Put me down!
I'm gonna fall!
Stop!
- You gonna teach me how to dance? - Sure.
- Show me, yes. - You want me to?
- Show me a move, something nice. - Okay.
- Something nice. - All right, get in position.
Bye!
No! Stop!
- I'll get you. - Stop!
I'll kill you!
- So what? - No.
You're not gonna teach me how to dance?
Subtitle translation by: Olga Garrido