"We didn't expect this from Raúl."
Yeah. Neither did I.
It came outta nowhere. It's unexpected from him.
"You deserve the best, Sara. Fuck him."
Thank you, but honestly, I can't bring myself to think that way.
I can't hate him. I can't do it.
I mean, right now, I'm completely lost. I just don't know what to do.
"Who posted the video?"
Well, if I were to venture a guess, I'd say the girl in the video.
She uploaded a dirty one of herself when she got to my school.
She said someone had stolen her phone and had posted it without her permission.
But that was a lie. She probably wanted attention.
Don't know. I guess she likes filming evidence of her conquests.
"Sounds like she hates herself."
"What a slut." Well, yeah. What a slut.
Weren't we having breakfast together?
Yeah, I'm kinda in a hurry.
Hey, uh, did it bother you that we slept all cuddled up together?
Mm, well, the truth is, I'm angry.
But I don't want to get used to it.
Whether I like it or not, you and Iván are together-
Omar, that's not important right now, okay?
What's important is making sure you're better.
And I will be. Because you're here. And I'll be fucked up for the same reason.
Omar, come on.
Hey. You and Iván, I didn't break you up, right?
No. That's not why. It's just that…
Iván and I needed to do things the right way, and,
you know, take some time off.
Look, I just want you to be okay.
All right? Like, if you need space or anything, please just say so.
Sara, can you come here?
Wanna tell me what the fuck that was, huh?
What? This was part of the plan.
No, this wasn't part of the plan.
That plan was to make Raúl look like a cheating dickhead.
Not make me look like the biggest slut in the land.
And instead of him, you ripped me a new one.
- Okay, maybe I went a bit overboard. - "A bit overboard."
Okay, very overboard. Didn't mean to.
And you're throwing me under the bus with our classmates?
I had to sell it so they wouldn't suspect.
What about my video? Why the fuck did you say I posted it?
Because it was perfect for my narrative.
- For your what? - My narrative.
- My story, y'know? - Your "narrative"? Are you serious?
Okay, look, our plan was to tell a story.
- Yeah. - A story in which I'm the victim.
Especially on social media, every story needs characters
from the different categories.
In this story, I'm "the victim." Raúl's "the cheater."
And I'm "the whore."
Well, yeah. But if you think about it, you had that label since you got here.
In fact, it's nothing new. You don't seem bothered by it.
- Excuse me? - You even promote it yourself.
Because you're a liberated woman. You don't care.
What are you talking about right now? I agreed to help you out, kid.
Under one condition. That you would keep me safe from Raúl.
I didn't know I'd need protection from you.
Stay away from me.
Everyone, important information.
Today is the reopening of the new Isadora House.
And you're all invited, of course.
- Oh yeah. - Oh, new? What's different?
You're talking to the new owner, my love.
Just 'cause I don't wanna negotiate with your family
doesn't mean I don't want to be with you.
But I asked you about us, and you said we were nothing.
Yes, I know. I know. I'm sorry.
You must think I'm crazy, but you get where I'm coming from.
This kinda stuff was bound to happen, considering it's crazy hard being forced
to deal with your family, with mine, with us.
And I had doubts for, mm, a split second, but now I don't have any.
Do you trust me?
Come on.
Of course.
What?
Mm. Nothing.
You all right?
If you don't quit listening in, I'll report you.
Yeah, sure. Except I outrank you here.
Look, Luis. Give me a break.
When I see someone else's shit's about to splash on me,
then I don't care about rank.
Fuck.
Um…
Fine. I just need like one more day.
One day to get approval for the tapping.
'Cause now that Isadora's the owner, I'm sure I can get something from her.
Your choice.
Sonia? You still here with me?
Remember how you said there are no bad people,
only hurting people?
Well, I'm having serious doubts about that.
Does this have to do with the app?
Yeah, it does, actually.
Well, dunno.
But whatever someone's done or said, even if they're wrong or the devil,
you have to help them anyway.
You should always help others.
Everyone needs a hand sometimes.
Hey, do you have Lucas's number?
Where is he? Why is he always late?
He has to arrange the tables for today. Does he realize?
You know who's coming, right?
Get ready. Shit's gonna hit the fan.
Well, well, well. What are you doing here? Didn't you have a trip?
Nah. Mom can handle it by herself.
Mm.
- I told you I'd be here. - Yeah.
As much as possible. I'm a man of my word.
Well, uh, did you send a little something to… to Catalina?
- What do you think? - You must have.
Because look at everything she did to speed up the reopening.
It's incredible.
Uh, I want to say something.
First off, I'm, uh…
I'm very proud of you.
I just need a little signature right here.
Look, it's been nonstop with the paperwork.
- Literally all day. - That's part of being co-owners.
Nothing in life comes easy.
Well, since my name's all over it, I'd like to know what I'm signing off on.
That's very smart. Doing your due diligence.
You have to know what you're signing and read every page.
For example, this is asking for your authorization
to have one of the buildings that are part of Isadora House's property cleared out.
So we can tear it down.
Wait. Hold on. "Cleared out." You're saying people live there?
No. They're living in squalor there.
- That building is in shambles. - But they'll be on the streets?
Honey, pieces of the ceiling are falling off in massive chunks.
I mean, no, we're not throwing them out on the street.
We'd be saving their lives.
I don't think either of us could sleep at night…
- But, I mean- - …if it hurt someone, that'd be our fault.
Yeah, but, Dad, maybe they might need more time to…
to figure out where they'll go next. No?
What?
Please. Don't make me say your mom was right.
You and I both hate it when she is.
Right about what?
That you find it really hard to make
the decisions that are more unpleasant. Tough ones.
I don't find it hard. Not even a little.
Mom is always doing that.
She always shits on my self-esteem. It's always the same with her.
Your mother only says that with the utmost affection.
And good judgment.
Because she knows you. And, obviously, she knows me too.
She knows you're my weak spot.
That… That I would do anything to keep you here.
Right there by our side.
Because I have nothing but blind trust in you.
Hmm?
But, anyway…
Maybe it's true that this isn't the right time.
I might expect too much too soon. Shh. Relax.
Relax, honey. Don't worry about it.
Let's slow down. Let's talk it out. Take our time.
Ease you into our affairs. Little by little.
- Dad, c'mon. All right. - Yeah.
Let me sign off on it, Dad.
- Here? - Yep.
Honey. Why the face?
What's with yours? Because it's screaming, "Hangover."
Don't change the subject. What's up?
Nothing. Let's get outta here.
Jesus, Mom. Your eyes. You haven't slept for shit.
- Chloe, what's the matter? - Nothing, Mom. Let's go home already.
- Chloe… - Let's just go, please. Let's go.
Fine. I won't budge till you tell me what's bothering you.
Fine, then. I'll catch the school bus.
- Ciao. - Sweetheart.
You listen here.
I'm your mother, so I can always tell whenever you're happy,
or you're sad, or you're angry.
I know you like the back of my hand.
And what I see right now is pain and hurt.
Am I wrong?
Oh, please stop shutting me out, Chloe.
Did someone do something to you in class?
Is that it?
Someone did something to you, didn't they?
Oh, honey.
But I really don't wanna talk about it. I wanna forget.
If that's what you want, then, honey, I'll help you forget. Okay?
That's why we're gonna go out for some drinks,
a spa day, and then some shopping.
Girly shit. Are you up for it?
- Hm? - Not really feeling it right now.
Well, you might not be in the mood, but it's for your own good.
- WHORE - SLUT.
FUCKING DIRTBAG.
JUMP OFF A BRIDGE AND QUIT SCREWING PEOPLE OVER.
Give me your phone.
Babe, you came here to relax. Give me that.
The only thing I'm in the mood for is lying on the couch.
- But go to Isadora's thing if you want. - Yeah, no.
I promised I'd stay and watch a movie.
All right?
Yo, um,
they're gonna evict us.
- What? - Wait, evict us? We didn't skip rent.
It's the whole building.
They sent this notice to the building manager, dude.
Says the building is in ruins, and in ten days, we'll be on the street.
That doesn't make any sense. It passed the fucking inspection.
What the fuck? There's a court order.
So what do we do now, then?
- We need a new place. - In ten days?
No way. No fuckin' way. We're not leaving.
Just calm down. Dalmar and I will take care of this.
- Don't stress out. - Don't tell me not to stress.
It'll make it worse if I don't do something. Give me the phone.
Omar, calm down, dude.
Don't tell me to calm down. That makes me more nervous.
- It's still not a good idea. - Oh my God.
They're going to evict us, okay? It's not like I'm on edge for no reason.
Give me the fucking cell phone!
Those motherfuckers.
What?
What is it?
The eviction order they sent us,
it's from the company that owns the building.
- Yeah, and? - Well, look at the name on it.
"Isadora House, Limited."
How could you do this to me?
- What are you talking about? - You need a clue?
Motherfucker.
Fucking fuck!
You don't know what this is about?
Didn't you invite Chloe over?
And then you uploaded it?
And you do a live stream portraying me as some piece of shit and you as a victim!
How fucking dare you!
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!
Jesus.
What the fuck are you doing? Huh?
So is this what they teach you in those fuckin' bullshit classes?
Yes.
And if you take one step closer, I'll call the police.
What are you saying?
We're over.
We're over forever.
You and I are in this whole thing together.
Let me remind you.
Okay.
Fine. Then go to the cops.
Tell them whatever the fuck you want to tell 'em.
Your word is worth nothing.
Tell 'em about Iván.
- They won't believe you. - If I go and make a statement, they will.
Then go. Come on. Let's go together. Both of us.
Let's go.
But if I go down, so do you.
As an abuser, an accomplice. Need I go on?
Because I hit Iván, but the rest was your idea.
Don't forget.
What's wrong? Are we going or not?
No? Let's go.
Come on.
What? Don't chicken out now. Let's go.
I'll be back for my stuff later.
That was so funny.
Oh my God.
I haven't seen a movie that fun in forever.
- Oh, so you had a good time? - I did.
Hey, what's that music?
Well, he must be in a good mood.
Do you smell that?
Smells great.
Eric, honey…
- Auntie. - What are you doing?
I'm making a dessert for dinner.
No, uh, Eric, she means where… where are your clothes?
Yeah, those.
The stove was making me all hot and sweaty, so I took my clothes off.
Come on, coz. Go get some clothes on.
Who cares? I mean, we're family, right?
Of course we are. But please get dressed, all right?
I can't. Or the chocolate'll burn.
Can I help out?
Uh, no. I gotta do it myself.
- I'll stir. - No.
- Come on. Let me. I'll watch it. - I got it.
- No, really, dude. - I said no, coz.
- Just let me try. - No.
- I'm asking politely. Go get dressed- - I said no!
Eric! What the hell? Enough, all right?
Are you hurt?
- I'll get the first aid kit. - Yeah, go on.
- Let me see. Are you bleeding? - Yeah. A little bit, I think.
- Yeah, you are. Are you dizzy or anything? - No. I'm all right.
I've got more popcorn.
I think movies are the greatest escapes from life.
"Because life is not like in the movies."
"Life's way more difficult."
Cinema Paradiso.
- Hit play. - Okay.
Oh.
- Let me see it. - Mmm.
- Okay, that's good. That's good. Okay. - Mm.
You had a big blob of cream.
I'm so sorry, dude.
I swear it won't happen again.
Yeah. That's what you always say, and then you fuck up again.
Just go to a fuckin' therapist, dude.
Hell no. They'd drug me up. I told you.
I'm not going to let them fry my fucking brain.
Well then, you can't keep living here.
What?
All I'm asking is for you to try out some therapy.
Do it for me.
But above all, for yourself.
You and I are doing something together.
- I know. - I'm not sure you get it. Do you?
Mm, no.
I'm thrilled.
And so, so proud.
Really?
You doubt it?
Sometimes I do. But anyway, it's going great.
I'm grabbing a drink. I've earned it.
See you later.
- You! - You're talking that way to me?
- Yeah, I'm talking to you like that. - Okay, well, you're gonna stop.
I'll kick you out of my nightclub.
- What's goin' on, Joel? - You're the new owner of the empire?
Of Isadora House, Limited?
Yes. What's the matter?
Maybe that you're kicking us out of our apartment.
They issued an eviction notice saying that the building is in ruins.
- But that's a lie. - It's a complete fucking scam.
- You guys live there? - Mm-hmm.
So, you did issue an order to kick 'em out?
Let's have a chat.
Come on.
- We're out on the street. - That really sucks.
Just try to put yourself in our position.
No, I totally get it.
I think I should talk to her directly. It'll be better. You can trust me.
Can you show me the notice?
- Okay. - Yeah.
- Holy shit. - What? What's the matter?
Nothing. I'm… I'm just shocked.
Send it to me.
Wait for me down here. I'll talk to her.
Fuck.
How will he convince her? A good fuck?
- The building is perfectly fine. - No, it's not fine.
The building's falling apart.
- It's a literal deathtrap. - But he told you already, that's a lie.
What? It's all different when you put a face and a name to them, isn't it?
And on top of that, they're your friends.
You know how you can fix it?
Don't tear it down.
Babe, there's a line between us and my business that shouldn't be crossed.
Business or scams?
- It's not. How dare you. - No?
Not a scam?
- Isn't that all your father does? - No!
- Okay. - No, it's not!
And my dad guides me, but he isn't calling the shots.
Sure. Look, here's the notice of the eviction order.
It's signed by Judge Catalina Durán.
Oh shit. Rocío's mother.
What a coincidence. Your dad gave her a briefcase of money.
The pieces are starting to fall into place, aren't they?
Don't let it go through.
What's wrong, baby? Everything all right?
Yeah, Daddy. Everything's fine.
Can you give me a moment to speak with him alone?
All right.
What's going on?
Nothing, Dad. We're fine. I'll be right there.
Sure. Take as long as you want.
But remember, people are waiting out there.
I remember. I'll be right there.
- Thought you're in charge. - I am in charge.
I am, but you know what? When you're the boss, you need balls.
Sometimes you have to make unpleasant decisions.
Don't kid yourself, Isa.
You know you would never throw anyone out on their ass.
And I would never be with anyone that could.
Thanks for this. The whole day was awesome.
Mm.
- Hey, sweetheart. No pressure at all. - Hmm?
But, um… wanna tell me more about what happened?
- Expecting anyone? - No.
Bizarre. Pause for just a sec.
Talk tomorrow instead?
I'm still blissed out in spa mode, so I'd rather lay down.
- Go rest. I love you. - I love you.
- Hi. I wanted to talk about last night. - Why are you here?
Last night? What happened last night?
Well, I just… I don't get why you ran off like that.
Do you really need me to explain, Iván?
You're just a child.
I screwed up with a child. I took drugs with a child.
Need I go on?
But if we were together for a while, and it was-
Stop. Stop right there. What are you saying, Iván?
I wasn't a child when we fooled around.
Oh great. I'm Mrs. Robinson. Oh my fucking God.
- I don't understand. - Listen to me.
And please, listen carefully.
I did not want, nor do I want, nor will I ever want anything between us.
Do you hear me?
I messed up. Yeah. I really screwed up. That's why I ran off.
And things got messy
because we were both fucking tripping out of our minds on ketamine.
End of story. It's over.
Now tell me you understand.
And not one word of this to anyone.
Especially not Chloe.
Did you hear me?
Never.
You all right?
Yeah, sure. Sorry about earlier. I'll go tomorrow.
That's great, man. Happy for you.
- I love you, coz. You know that, right? - Yeah, I do. I love you too.
- Go order, okay? I'll be right back. - All right.
Hey.
What's up, dude?
Listen, I need to crash at your place a couple days.
It's my last night staying at my cousin's.
But since I'm here, I want to party with him one last time
to say goodbye and all that.
I'll take a white wine, please.
Okay, dude. Ciao. Talk soon.
- Can I talk to you for a minute? - Yeah.
What's going on? Why'd you bring me here?
So, um, do you remember when Isa let it slip
that your mom was accepting bribes from her dad?
What the fuck are you talkin' about?
She said it for a reason.
I can't believe that this is finally coming true.
That all of this is real.
That my daughter is here, being a part of this incredible moment.
So, if I may, I would like to propose a toast to us.
To Isadora House.
And to my daughter's first steps as an entrepreneur.
Martín.
This is the last favor I'll do for you. I've risked too much.
Cata.
You and I both know perfectly well who's the one calling the shots here.
And it's not you.
Hmm?
We do.
Hmm? Come on.
Now, please toast.
Huh?
Sweetheart?
I want to stop the eviction.
I'm sorry?
You heard me.
What's this sudden impulse about?
Not an impulse. It's an order. We're stopping it.
That's that.
Are you okay?
I'm fucking great.
I mean, I'm here, searching for my next fuck.
Because that's apparently the only thing I'm great at. Fucking.
Screwing others and getting screwed over.
Screwing around, both in bed and in other people's lives.
I learned that from my mom. Hmm.
Getting used to being fucked over.
Wow, I also learned that from my mom.
Hey, should I get you outta here?
Swear to me you'll stay away from her.
- From who? - From my mother.
I mean far. Very far. Run away.
Well, why? What's the deal?
Well, um…
Hon, the deal is, she's your mother too.
All right. You're wasted. Talking nonsense. I'm taking you home.
She's your mother.
- She's not my mom. Let's go home. - And mine.
So, you… you and I are brother and sister.
And you might say, "No, that can't be, Chloe,
because Carmen and I hooked up."
Oof.
Well, yeah. That's what she's like.
She will screw your whole life up. Screw your entire life up.
I'm just like her.
It's in my blood.
Aw, c'mon. Don't make that face.
Bring it in. C'mon, get a hug from your little sister.
My brother.
But… sweetheart…
Mm.
I'M A WHORE. HATE ME!
- Hey! - Hi.
You're completely drunk. I'm worried about you.
No, no. I'm all right. I'm okay.
Let's go. C'mon.
- No. - Come on, now.
Let's head upstairs.
There we go.
Watch out. We got a gentleman here.
Better?
Yes, thank you.
Look at you.
I thought you were gonna throw me over the railing there.
Why? For the video?
It was Sara who posted it.
Look, I just wanted to help her out.
She asked me to do it. Then it all blew up from there.
Right. To get rid of me, I'm sure.
She must've told you that I'm a monster.
The kind that would push you over the railing?
I'm assuming you got something out of it all.
Sure, I did.
I got to look like a big old whore for the world to hate and ridicule.
- That's pretty much it. - That's what Sara does.
She'll throw you away, but not before she saps your self-esteem,
ruins your reputation, and then disappears.
So you're telling me you never laid a finger on her?
I mean, not that you would admit it.
Don't know why I ask these sort of questions.
Oh my God.
Can I be honest with you?
Go ahead.
I mean, yeah, there are many things I regret about our relationship.
And yes, I often got pretty worked up and even out of control.
I'll be the first to admit that.
But Sara brings out the worst in me. She's really good at it, I swear.
Yeah.
And then she makes you feel like a fuckin' piece of shit.
- Hmm. Sounds right. - Right.
She also made you feel like a piece of shit?
- Mm-hmm. - Figured.
Well, let me tell you something.
You don't deserve to feel that way.
In fact, I think you're incredibly beautiful.
Generous. You help people.
Like you tried to help her.
Hmm?
Look, sweetheart.
If you want to fuck me, you don't have to bother sweet-talkin' me.
That's always your go-to, no?
Kind of.
Okay.
Then just wait right here.
Okay.
Let's go.
What's up? Um…
It's taken quite a while to reply here to everything that's been goin' on,
but I had a lot to digest.
In the wake of the leaked video, a lot of stuff's been said.
And a lot of lies have been told, and a lot of harm has been done
to people who didn't deserve it.
Sara and I have had
what is possibly one of the most beautiful love stories out there.
But unfortunately, it's over now.
It was already over for a while.
I haven't betrayed anyone or been unfaithful to anyone.
It's not cheating if what you had was already broken.
I'm really sorry to tell you that, in Sara's live stream the other day,
it was a big act to make her look like the victim in front of all of you.
And that's a fact.
The girl that's in the video with me is named Chloe, and she is…
Well, she's amazing.
And I don't want to get too excited, but I think I really like her.
And she isn't to blame for anything, nor did she come between anything,
because Sara and I were no longer together.
So, please, I'm going to ask you to respect her.
Because, God, she deserves it.
I'm also asking you to respect her, in case…
I don't know. In case things between us go further.
Which, personally, I would love.
And, well, I just wanted to tell you this. I wanted to tell you guys directly.
And that's that.
I love you all, and I'll see you soon. Okay?
What?
Why the face?
What's with that stream?
You didn't have to do any of that, y'know.
But, um, thank you.
That's the bare minimum, okay?
You deserve that and a lot more.
I think you're really cool.
Wow.
And, um, what you said about something developing between us?
Uh, well, I don't know.
Why not?
Maybe, right? If you want.
Should I get a suite for us?
Let's not repeat bad habits.
Hold on, hold on…
That's enough. Stop, okay?
Okay, I'm confused right now. Was that a rejection?
I just want us to do things right.
That means us takin' it slow.
What exactly does that mean? Dinners and strolls?
Well, why not?
We want to change the way things are going for us, right?
Then, we have to change what we do.
Hey. I don't know, dude.
Don't play games with me.
- I'm at a low point. I'm very sensitive. - Okay.
That's exactly why I'd rather we see each other another day, okay?
When you're you and not scared to get to know me.
Okay?
We'll talk soon.
Thank you.
Hey, Mom.
Why are you here?
- Rocío. - What are you and Isadora's dad up to?
Mm. I gotta hit the hay, honey.
If you leave without giving an explanation, I'll think it's all true.
Rocío, sweetheart.
I have no idea what tales you've been told or what stories you're telling yourself.
But I'm going home, okay?
Hey. What's the matter?
Nothing.
Hey, I'm here if you need anything. You know that?
You don't know how fucked up it is
to not even be able to trust your own family.
Well, I don't talk to my folks either.
Yeah, but you have Nico and your aunt and uncle.
It's crazy how lucky you are to have them there for you.
Yeah.
Just look at how they're fighting for you.
You can do nothing wrong in Nico's eyes.
He lights up talkin' about you.
Yeah, but…
At some point, he'll realize that I'm not… I'm not worth it.
I'm just a fuckin' failure.
Why do you talk about yourself like that?
Seriously. I mean, if you could've seen the look of joy
on Nico's face since you moved in…
Someone who makes a guy like Nico that happy must be worth it.
So, you're not a failure.
You being for real?
When you're comfortable in your own skin, then you're incredible.
- What're you doing? - You can't leave.
Oh, no? Watch me. What's your problem?
You're not listening. I said you can't leave.
Thank you.
You've already put enough ideas into my daughter's head.
I just let her see the injustice. That's all.
Mm.
I understand that you're an intelligent, smart person.
Because otherwise, my daughter wouldn't have wasted her time on you.
So I think you'll get what I'm about to tell you.
I will not ever let you take her away from me.
Not again. You hear?
If you interfere between me and her, blood will run.
'Cause I will make goddamn sure.
Everything all right?
Yeah.
- What's goin' on here? - Nothing.
Your brother and I were having…
Just having a conversation amongst friends.
Yeah?
Thank you.
Fucking bastard.
- Are you good? - Yeah.
Did he hurt you?
- You sure? - I'm sure. Why are you here?
Keeping an eye on you. Orders from Pops.
Being with that girl puts you in her family's crosshairs.
As we've seen.
I'm not with her anymore, anyway. So you can get off my dick now.
Fuckin' hell.
Are you fucking kidding? Isn't that what you wanted?
For me to not be with her? Why are you so angry?
Look, now that this girl has some power,
you could start helping us from the inside through her.
- Stop fucking around. You serious? - What?
- It's always the same old shit! - Hey-
No. You're a piece of shit. Just like them.
- The same. - Don't disrespect me.
- Full of shit. Get the fuck outta my face! - Calm the fuck down.
Good morning.
Morning.
Hey, guys.
Fuck, Delmar. Please knock before you enter.
The eviction's been reversed.
What?
It was Dídac, dude.
He got Isadora to halt it.
Get your ass on in here, dude.
- He was a genius, right? Apparently- - Guys, Eric isn't in his room.
And his bed's still made.
Fuck. Did you call his cell phone?
Yes, but he's not answering it.
Didn't you come back from the party together last night?
No.
What's wrong, Nico?
Yesterday, I told him if he didn't go to the doctor, he couldn't stay here.
Baby, why would you tell him that?
He promised he'd do it.
But…
Eric, honey.
I was out all night, but I'm fine.
Coz, I told you I'd go, so I will.
Uncle, if you want, we can go see one of your colleagues at the clinic now.
Of course, Eric.
Come on. Sit down and have some breakfast with us, and we'll take you after.
Want anything?
Coffee?
Maybe later, then.
I'm leaving Madrid.
Yeah. But what I don't understand is why.
Well, because I'm just fed up, Luis.
I'm fed up with my family, and I'm fed up with Isadora's.
And with who she is when they're around her.
All right. Can you elaborate a little?
Yeah, there's a lot of shit splashing on everyone, and I'm eating it all.
That's all. That's it. I'm done.
I understand.
But it's also true Isadora changed her mind
and stopped the eviction, no?
Yeah. How'd you know that?
I hear things changed between you two when Isadora's father, Martín, showed up.
He arrived, started fighting with your family over business,
took Isadora's attention, and that's
driven you apart, right?
How the fuck do you know about all this stuff?
Huh?
Hey.
Feeling better?
Yes. Mm-hmm.
I feel like I did what I had to do, you know?
Proud of you.
Know what that is?
Yeah.
If you help me nail Martín, we both win.
I lock him away in jail, and you get Isadora back.
Dídac, I'll need permission to listen in on your private conversations,
and when the time comes, try to use them in court.
Do I have your permission?
Tell me.
- And you would only go after Martín? - Yes.
- Not after my family or Isadora? - I promise. Just him.
Okay. Then let's do it.