Omar, don't be selfish. You're not okay. Let's get you help.
- No, no. I'm all right. - You're all right, my ass.
Relax. I'm okay, Dalmar. I swear. Just a bit dizzy is all.
What about Joel?
- You're about to take him down too. - No. Don't say anything to Joel.
Please don't.
If this ever crosses your fucking mind again, call me.
Okay?
Morning.
What's all this about?
Um, I made breakfast for the three of us.
For the three of us?
Do you want us to keep living together?
I don't know. There are no more rooms, Joel.
Uh…
then maybe I could crash on the couch till I work something else out.
That cool?
All right.
- You hungry? - Sure.
Okay. Wanna have breakfast?
Come over here.
The point of skipping class was so I could spend time with you.
- C'mon. Come here. - Can we at least eat breakfast first?
Mm-mm.
Come here.
Come on.
What were you watching before?
Mm, nothing. Porn.
Hey. Give me that.
Does she turn you on?
Nothing compared to how much you do.
So she does turn you on.
I mean, yeah. The girl's hot, and she knows what she's working with.
It's like watching porn.
Okay, what's your problem?
- Hmm? - I'm not really in the mood right now.
Right.
You're never in the mood anymore, Sara.
Do I not do it for you?
No, you still do.
So it's not that. Maybe you don't love me.
Are you done?
Is that it? You're callin' it quits?
Why don't you end it for the love of fuckin' Christ?
Do it! Now! No more back-and-forth.
Leave me! If you have the balls, do it!
I'm sorry.
Okay? I'll make breakfast for us.
I need a volunteer.
Thank you.
I want you to try hitting me. Go on. Give it all you got. Here, in the face.
Let me remind you, this class is about self-defense.
There's no defense without an attack.
Today we're gonna learn how to channel the strength of our attacker.
So we can send it right back to him.
All right. Let's do this.
Sara, do it!
All a matter of inertia.
All the strength they threw at you, you can turn it right back around.
And turn it into your strength.
Sara!
What's the matter?
I don't like violence. I told you.
I freeze up, and then I…
Trust me. I don't like it either.
But if violence has shown up in front of you,
then you have only two choices.
Either run for your life, or fight for it.
Come back to class.
No.
What's the matter?
- Hmm? - Nothing.
SARAUL.GOALS STARTED FOLLOWING YOU
Here.
Well, thanks.
- You're welcome. - And what's this about?
A little sisterhood for all the undeserved hate you get.
So, you don't think I'm a slut?
No. I actually admire you. I think you're brave and empowered.
I wish I was more like that.
Well, living this way has consequences.
Like, it's hard to make friends.
- Yeah. People are shitty. - Yeah.
I'm really sorry I didn't say hi earlier.
- You want us to be friends or something? - If you're up for it, yeah.
Well, honestly, I could really use one right about now.
You wanna do something tonight?
Okay.
- Sounds good. Come over to my place, then. - Mm-hmm. What're you thinking?
You and Dalmar can help me clear out the house.
And take whatever you want. You can sell it.
My dad's stuff is worth a lot.
POLICE LINE - DO NOT CROSS
- It's embarrassing. Seriously. Ew. - It smells in here.
You've kept me out of the business
because we're a family of fucking drug dealers?
Bebé, it's pretty obvious that someone set this up to shit on us.
- You think I'm that stupid? - Will you stop for a minute?
Come on. Your mom and I had nothing to do with this, all right?
We'd never do such a thing.
We don't mess with that shit,
and they won't fuck up what we've built here. Ever.
Don't you think it's a coincidence
that just when this place is full of dealers,
the police show up?
Who was it, then?
You know exactly who's behind it.
Ah.
Fuck. This place is a mess.
If the police catch you here, you'll see…
When's your brother gonna stop fucking our lives up?
When will your dad stop bribing judges?
I can't do this.
I'm really done. I seriously can't do it.
I've tried everything to focus on just you and me,
but I can't do it anymore.
You're just gonna call it quits?
Let them break us up? That's not what you want, is it?
I don't know.
You what?
I said I don't know. What I do want and don't.
I wanna be at peace. That's all I know.
And if I could, I dunno. Maybe we could get them to talk, or…
About what?
Look, I don't know.
Have them sit down, negotiate, divide things up.
I don't know. I'm thinking out loud.
Will you talk to your parents?
- No. - Why not?
- 'Cause it makes no sense to. - Come on, now.
It was your idea.
Don't give up so soon.
For you and for me.
Okay.
He won that one in Brazil.
- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.
You sure you don't want it?
Nah, dude.
The things that really matter don't have a price.
He says that 'cause he's got money.
Okay. Guys, I'm out.
- Later, dude. - See ya.
What?
Nothing. It's just…
That I really like being alone with you.
And looking you in the eyes.
And touching you.
And kissing you.
And sitting in silence with you.
Then I guess there's no need to say more.
Well, then. I'll shut up.
- Sonia, please tell Luis I'm going home. - Sure. But are you all right?
Yeah, yeah. It's just that I'm havin' a rough time.
- Oh shit. - Oh shit.
- Fuck. - Omar.
- Fuck. - Omar!
Holy shit.
Omar.
Omar, honey…
- I'm sorry. - "Honey"?
- I know. I'm sorry. - You serious?
Sorry. Look, I thought you were at work.
I don't care if I was gone for three months.
- Omar- - It's my fucking bed, Joel.
- Yeah, it's stupid. - My fucking bed!
I know. You're completely right. I just wasn't thinking.
Of course you didn't think. Because you only think about yourself.
Omar. Forgive me, please.
- Can you forgive me? Come. - Don't you dare.
- I'm so sorry. Omar. - This is how you treat me?
- Get out of this fucking house. - C'mon.
- I said get the fuck out! - Calm down.
I am doing this shit the best I can, and, per usual,
you want it all without risking anything. Get out!
- Get the hell out! - Come on.
- Omar, listen to me. - I don't deserve any of this, okay?
- Listen to me. - I don't deserve this at all.
- Just go. Leave. - Omar… Omar…
- Hey. - Omar…
Joel, I'll sort it out.
I'll stay with him.
Fuck.
Get out of this house.
- No, hit me. - Get out of my house, Iván.
- Hit me, man. - Get out.
'Cause that's what you need. Hit me, Omar.
- Hit me! Do it. - I said get the hell out.
- Get out. - Hit me.
- Hit me again. - Get out.
- Now! Get out! Get out! - That's right. Hit me. Hit me!
I said get out. I said get out, Iván.
I'm sorry.
It's okay.
I'm sorry.
I'm just so tired of it.
One person having to suffer so the other one can enjoy their life.
I'm always the one who suffers, never the other one.
Honestly, I swear, I don't want to get in the way
of you two doing right by each other.
Well, you're doing a great job of it by fuckin' in my bed, so…
Just say the word.
If I have to get out of the way so you and Joel can work things out,
I'll do it.
I have enough problems without fucking someone else over.
Do you know where Joel went?
He said he was at my house with Dalmar.
Look how he's nodding. Like a little puppy, right?
Hey! What you doin'?
- Live streaming you. - Hello.
You got the ring on. Looks great.
Beautiful, isn't it?
Bye. Talk to you later, guys.
Kisses.
Later.
Now I'm in the mood.
Oh, yeah?
Do you trust me?
Of course I do.
Then go buy some wine at the shop.
Uh, we already have wine.
Well, then buy more.
And don't hurry back too soon.
Okay?
- Where you headed? - I'm not going out with a guy.
I'm hanging out with a girlfriend. I need that more.
- Hey. Are you okay, dear? - I'm not always sure.
Sweetheart.
- Why don't we go see Iván? - Oh my God. You really need to let go.
Iván has managed to sell the house,
and he's getting rid of all of his father's stuff.
And that's hard enough for him.
Getting rid of his stuff? What are you talking about?
I knew you couldn't keep up the happy family ruse for long.
It was always the inheritance you wanted.
- Hey. - Come on. I know you.
Stop with the disrespect. I'm your mother.
Good night, Mother. Ciao.
- Hi. - Hi.
Come on in.
Well, come in.
- Great, thanks. - Of course.
Can I ask you something?
Oh boy.
All right. I'm ready.
This whole thing about your cell phone being stolen.
And that there just happened to be a dirty video of you.
- And said video got posted- - Mm-hmm. Just ask me.
It was you who put it online?
I can't confirm or deny that info.
I knew it. I would've done that as well.
I didn't confirm or deny, so what can you know?
Well, wanna do a stream together?
- Okay. - Yeah?
Yeah, okay.
- Hi, guys. What's goin' on? - Howdy.
This is my friend Chloe. I mean, that skin is amazing.
Well, the secret is highlighter all the way up to your ears.
We'll watch movies, grab wine, and crack open a bottle.
There you go. And that's our plan for girls' night.
- Ciao! - Ciao.
Hello.
- How's it goin'? - Great. How are you?
You met at my birthday, didn't you?
- Yep. - Yeah.
I brought one red, one white. 'Cause I'm not sure what you wanted.
You don't mind if he joins us, right?
No. Um, it's your place.
Cool. I'll help with the wines.
- All right. - I'll be right back.
What's goin' on?
Remember how I ruined things for you the night we met Mencía?
Uh, yeah.
Well, I won't ruin things tonight.
Come on. Go get the joints.
- I'm exhausted, man. - I imagine.
How is he?
Took a while to calm him down.
I'm sure. I know exactly what it's like.
I'm really scared that Omar will go back to how he was.
Go back to all that…
What's the matter?
Not sure.
Not sure about anything right now.
What're you not sure about?
About me and you?
I gave up everything for you. Don't mess around.
For me?
Or to run from him?
What was that?
What's in this for you?
You get to run from Omar. And I guess, away from his depression.
You think that's why I wanna be with you?
No. I like you. I'm crazy about you.
But you're in love with Omar.
So, then…
Maybe now isn't the right time.
We should throw Omar a lifeline and look after him.
There'll be time for this later.
Are you leaving me right now?
You don't have to worry about school. I'm not-
I'm not thinking about school right now, Iván.
We have to restore the peace and do our part.
I'll finish this up. Okay?
I'll see you at school tomorrow.
I heard you were doing some decluttering.
Perhaps you'd like some help from a friend?
There isn't a lot left.
Really? You did it alone? You're kidding me.
Well, there's still my dad's closet left to do.
I want to take my time there.
That'll be the most difficult.
Glasses and ice?
- Hey, coz. - Leave me alone, please.
What is goin' on?
Is it about Chloe? Or Rocío?
Just leave me alone.
No, Eric.
Please listen to me.
We have no plans of ever abandoning you.
You gotta let us in.
Let's take you to get checked out, okay?
I know I'm not okay.
I don't need a shrink to tell me what I know.
And drug me, zombify me.
Thank you for worrying, but I'll only end up hurting you.
Just leave me here.
Let's leave him alone, hmm?
If you need anything, we're here, okay, Eric? Let's go.
Which closet is it?
There.
Let's start.
- What? - I can't do it.
We'll do it. Together.
Come.
Well, it's looking like the only way I can help you reopen this business
is for you to put it in someone else's name.
It certainly can't be either of you two.
- Okay. - Hmm, sure.
So then, it's neither Roberta or me.
Well…
Martín…
- What? - You already know how I feel.
No, Martín. I know where you're going with this. No.
- It's about time. - No, Martín.
Don't you realize that we could be putting her in harm's way?
No. I want to protect her.
You've been overprotecting the kid for far too long.
I told you already. I'd rather sell it all and give her money than get her involved.
I'm begging you.
- Don't get her involved. That's final. - Okay.
How about we pose the question? We ask her.
She's an adult now.
Okay? How do we do it?
She would have to sign some documents.
And after that, you would need to…
Want some?
Okay. Thanks.
Put on some chill lights, okay?
Mm.
- It's good, yeah. - Yeah.
Listen, what's happening here?
- You're uncomfortable? - I'm a little pissed
'cause I thought I came over for a sleepover, to do girly things,
and suddenly, I feel like I'm on a porn set.
Did you not talk to her first?
Uh, talk about what?
Oh, right. I see what's going on here. Uh, I'm not into this at all.
I'm leaving. Ciao.
Chloe, Chloe… wait. Please, don't go. I… I thought you'd be into it.
Into what? Getting fucked without consent?
That's the bravery and empowerment you saw in me?
Fuck. I'm sorry.
This is what you all expect from me. That's why you came to me, isn't it?
Great. So is this what you want?
Bring it on.
Let's play.
This is what you wanted, right? Then join in.
Yeah, Sara. Come here.
Should I take this off?
The fuck are you doing, girl?
- Nothing. - It's not nothing.
I mean, you're recording me.
Without my permission.
I have to use the bathroom.
Chloe, can you please let me in?
Let's just stop. I'm so sorry.
Was it worth it to you?
What?
Pretending to be friends
when you just wanted me to be your boyfriend's little toy?
Do you want us to be friends?
I did, yeah.
I thought you meant it. Crazy, I know.
Okay, then.
Please let me explain why I brought you here tonight.
"Don't open my treasure chest."
That's what he always said to me. Always.
Well, the biggest secret we keep from our children
is that we are by no means role models.
- Let's see what's in here. - Come on. Take things out.
- Look. Some snapshots. - Let's see.
Hand it over.
Look how cute.
Oh my God.
Look at this one. In Brazil.
So beautiful.
I went to Brazil.
What's the matter?
What? What is that? What do you have there?
That's a surprise.
Wow.
What were you? A fan?
Yeah. A fan with a bit of cheek and a whole lot of luck.
Were you together?
That's right.
I fell madly in love with your father.
And I never commit to anyone. I'm a free spirit, and yet…
To be honest, I was out of my mind.
He did that to me, to be fair.
He drove me out of my mind, worse than I already was.
But I was the only one who lost it.
I suppose he just wanted to silence the rumors.
When I saw the press conference, I understood.
And you know what? I felt at peace.
It was all good.
And this was how long ago?
I don't know. Some 18 years ago.
Oh my God.
And Chloe?
Chloe? What about Chloe?
No, no, no, no, no. Forget it. No.
Chloe has nothing to do with this affair.
No, no. Relax.
What?
Let it out. What are you thinking?
- What's inside that head of yours? - Nothing.
It's just my own bullshit. Don't worry about it.
Do you want to share that bullshit? Talk it over?
Remember my ex?
From the voice mail. Who they say ran me over?
What's that?
This really helped me to fly.
When I didn't wanna confront him.
And now you need to fly far, don't you?
The farther, the better.
All right, then.
I'll fly with you.
Ooh.
Are you okay?
Hey, Carmen.
Are you okay?
Are you okay? Carmen.
Are you okay?
Hey.
Carmen, what's up? Hey, what happened?
That's why I need him to leave me.
'Cause I'm afraid of what he might do to me if I'm the one who abandons him.
Well, shit. I'm sorry, kid.
I'm sorry, but, um, what do I have to do with any of this?
Raúl's really obsessed with his social media, his reputation.
And he proposed to me in front of a bunch of people
who expect us to be the stars of a romantic comedy.
These people are die-hard and would never forgive an infidelity.
That's why you were recording me?
Because, after all, since my image is what it is,
well, you get to walk away with clean hands.
And if Raúl is a monster, I'll pay the consequences.
Was that your plan?
I'm so sorry. Truly.
I tried to use you, and I sacrificed your safety for mine.
You did. Yeah.
"A little sisterhood against the hate I get and don't deserve."
What I'm saying is this could've been a kind of sisterhood or friend pact.
Not a trap to spring.
Yeah, I know.
You should get outta here.
And I'll deal with Raúl and just make something up.
But do me a favor.
Please don't hate me.
No. Let's go back out there.
'Cause I didn't come here to give hugs, y'know?
I'm here tonight for a reason. And I wanna help.
But you have to help me defend myself if he goes apeshit.
I swear… I won't let him hurt you like he hurts me.
Okay.
Thank you.
Fucking hell.
It's okay.
Come with me.
Come.
Shh, shh, shh.
I'm in control.
Okay?
DÍDAC: I COULDN'T TALK TO THEM LAST NIGHT. WILL TRY TODAY…
Good morning. Everything okay?
- Everything's great. - I'm off to school. The driver's waiting.
- I got you today. I told him. - You do?
You and I are going out for brunch at the best spot in Madrid.
Look at you.
- You like? - Very much.
This way.
One. Two.
SPORTS AREA
One. Two.
Keep going.
Yeah, Sara?
Can I come back?
Of course you can.
One. Two.
You're putting in a huge effort, aren't you?
I mean, look. Come on. Is this not the best place in Madrid?
- Yeah. It is, honestly. - Well…
Hey. Are you gonna stop sweet-talking me? Tell me what's going on with Rocío's mom.
Yep.
What is that?
These are the documents that'd turn you into the owner of this place.
Free and clear.
What?
Yeah.
Really?
- No. - No, no, no, no, no.
Don't read it right now. Easy.
Take it to school.
Take your time and really decide if you want to.
Why's all this coming out of nowhere?
Honey, I'm gonna be very honest.
It's the only way we can reopen Isadora House.
Ah. Okay, so my name will be there.
But in reality, it'll have changed nothing.
No. You are going to be the owner of Isadora House.
Because your mother and I think you're finally old enough
to participate in the family business.
- Hmm? - What's the catch, though?
- No catch, sweetheart. - Come on.
No. But if this right here, all we have, is gonna end up belonging to you,
we can't keep sidelining you.
You know, I always wanted to have you at my side
and to have you learn about what we do.
Mom too?
- No. - No, your mother… also wants you there.
Hmm? She might make mistakes, yes. But she always acts in your best interest.
- Don't be at war with your mother. - No, Dad. Don't.
It's kinda hard not to fight with someone
who won't give you the truth or their trust.
Prove to her that you deserve to be our heir.
That you can make good decisions.
Difficult ones. 'Cause that's part of the gig.
As well as making sacrifices, which I know you'll make.
Well, yeah.
For the family. For the business too.
- Hmm? - Mm-hmm.
Baby, I know you'll make me the proudest papa in the world.
I mean, not "baby."
'Cause you're a woman now.
Capable of making very important decisions.
And all without me.
Hmm?
Okay, so read it.
And tell me if you're interested. Hmm?
Good morning.
You don't read my messages now?
How are you?
What's the matter?
Have you talked to your parents?
Isadora House is mine.
For real? But that's great, Isadora.
So you'll be the one negotiating with my family.
I could, yeah. But I won't do it.
What?
I don't want to negotiate with your family.
So what are we?
Nothing.
We're nothing.
Isadora.
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