♪ Wrong is right ♪
♪ She's got the look in "mama shake pub" ♪
♪ What can I do? ♪
♪ I only wanna change some rules for you ♪
♪ Oh, c'mon ♪
♪ Mamma shakes Mamma keeps her look on mine ♪
♪ I don't know how I'm gonna do ♪
♪ You, you got me ♪
♪ Come on, she knits a snare ♪
♪ And catch me again ♪
♪ I love you, baby ♪
♪ As nobody will love you ♪
♪ You got me in love, love, love ♪
♪ You got me in love, love, love… ♪
Hello, everyone! How you doin'?
I wanna propose a toast
for those of you who are finally graduating
from school this year.
So c'mon, everyone, raise 'em high to freedom.
To doing whatever the hell we want 'cause we're goddamn adults!
And, above all, to never stepping foot in this fucking school again!
♪ Oh c'mon ♪
♪ She makes bad good ♪
♪ You got me shaking While I'm walking the wire ♪
♪ You got me in love, love, love… ♪
Are you gonna hurl?
Let's go.
Stop pulling!
Oh, why is it pink? What did you eat?
Aren't you a little old to still be at Las Encinas?
Should've asked me to pick up your severance for you.
You could've spared yourself some embarrassment.
Why are you here?
Do Baba and Mama know?
Yeah, I called Baba. He said you'd be here.
So I figured I would come and keep you company.
Hmm?
And see if Baba had mellowed out.
Mm. Yeah, spoiler? No.
Yeah, I can tell.
Now, that's new.
What the fuck is that?
The logo for Alumni.
What?
Attention, seniors.
Virginia has given all of you permission to skip class and spend the next hour
checking out the new and revamped Alumni, the association for former students.
Attendance isn't mandatory, but it is highly appreciated.
Meaning we will be taking roll call.
This is my brother, Héctor, and I'm Emilia. We're expecting you.
-Hurry up. Don't miss out. -They're doing what?
Okay, I'm a former student. Why haven't I heard about Alumni?
'Cause the invite doesn't extend to kids on scholarship.
How would you know?
Lu had to pull strings in order to get me accepted.
If you get in, the contact network is incredible.
I mean, I got my internship at the UN through Alumni.
Despite those two.
It didn't look good, being on scholarship.
For Las Encinas abroad, I wasn't the ideal representative.
They tried to boycott me in every way possible.
They're miserable jerks.
Steer clear of those two.
Did you really have to remodel an entire wing?
Our agreement was that you could change the furniture in here.
Well, Alumni needs a space suitable for its new activities.
Wait, what new activities?
You're against it, Virginia?
I don't see why you need a dedicated social club area
when Alumni is managed perfectly well in a folder on my computer.
-That right there is one of the reasons. -With a--
You're not in charge anymore.
Pardon?
And the other is that this is a generous donation
from our parents to Las Encinas.
Hm…
You don't have a say, so it doesn't matter what you think.
Not that she ever had a say.
Uh…
I'm sorry, what was that?
Give me a sec so I can ring up my parents and get them on the line.
I'm sure they'd love to hear what you think.
I think it turned out pretty great.
Super appealing, wouldn't you say?
-No? -Yeah, appealing.
Well, it's that time. Excuse us, but you'll have to leave.
The senior students will be here any second now.
And it'd be super awkward to have you here, you know?
Should I walk you to the door?
Won't be necessary, but thanks.
We have to make it clear no one comes in without an invitation.
Not her, not anyone.
I'm president of the Alumni club.
Completely renovated.
And my sister is vice president.
Before you know it,
you'll be graduating, or we hope, and you will leave Las Encinas.
But the school doesn't want this to be a "see you never" sorta deal.
Rather, a "Mm, whenever."
We have invested a ton of money and even more effort.
Alumni was worth it.
Alumni is worth it.
It was super worth it to build a space
where we can all come to relax, be ourselves,
spend our free time vibing
with people on our same wavelength, network, et cetera.
An exclusive space only open to a privileged few.
We'll be opening up the selection process for new members.
The pillars of Las Encinas are discipline, excellence, and merit.
Ours are pleasure, liberty, and contacts.
To enter, you're gonna need one of us to sponsor you
and decide if you're Alumni material.
Only one candidate per sponsor.
So, look for one now.
Don't forget. We want Las Encinas…
Héctor?
We want Las Encinas to always remain a part of your lives.
Part of my life, she says.
Sounds like a bunch of horseshit.
I mean, that's literally the last thing I need.
To hang out here with those cringy Alumni douchebags
when all I want to do is escape this school once and for all
and never again set foot inside these doors.
Yeah, same.
I'll miss it, though.
Nah, trust me, you'll get over it the moment you leave.
Dalmar!
Hi.
-How are you? -Good. How are you?
Huh? Oh my God. Did you know those two were together?
Looks like it.
Bet you're sorry you let her get away, aren't you, coz?
I guess you shouldn't have jerked her around
and played her like a flute, huh?
This, coming from you?
-After you went and-- -What? After I what?
C'mon, we need to talk.
About Sonia?
C'mon, Nico. Leave it, bro.
I'm taking her.
-Can you survive without her? -No.
-Don't think so.
-Me neither. -Yeah, come on. Let's go.
No!
Stop worrying about your papers.
Said the privileged, pretty white girl.
I do care, you know.
I just want you to stop freaking about the same thing all day long.
'Cause, one, it won't make the papers rain down from the sky.
And two, you're gonna give yourself an ulcer.
-What if we got married? -What?
For the papers, dude. I'm not insane.
Uh, this isn't like in the movies
where you sign and that's it, you're a citizen.
No.
Uh, sorry.
I'm sorry I… I interrupted whatever it is you were doing.
It's true, then.
That you go here.
We know each other?
I know you.
From Instagram.
I don't know why I didn't connect you with Las Encinas.
And when I saw you at Alumni,
I flipped out.
Okay, yeah. Yep.
Well, nice to meet you. What did you want?
Don't get defensive, man. I mean well.
Yeah, you mean well, and you're half-naked. I don't know.
Oh, I'm only really naked
from here…
…to right here.
For real. I want to sponsor you for Alumni.
Uh… you what?
Well, candidates need to have someone who's willing to vouch for them.
Who better than the president?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
But wouldn't I, um, first probably need to be interested in joining?
You already are.
Haven't thought about it.
There's no reason why you shouldn't want to.
Gimme one.
Because it's not a place for my people.
Who are your people?
I just meant it's not a good club for me.
I think it's perfect for you.
A little shower?
I mean, with this heat…
What's this?
You can look.
I'm into it.
What's that tattoo mean?
It's a university thing.
Stop by the club, 'kay?
I'll show you around so you can get a feel for what it's like.
VIDEO CALL
INCOMING VIDEO CALL
-This is ridiculous. Do you hear yourself? -I'm serious. Just think about it.
Do you hear yourself? What kind of favor is that?
No! I won't leave Eric. Especially when we're doing fucking great.
But he needs stability now, and you can't give him that.
-I'm sorry. And how would you know? -Chloe!
We have to go down to the police station with them.
This isn't over.
Really, Mom?
Your cell phone was off, okay?
If the cops keep bringing them in for questioning,
their story must not be very clear.
WHAT HAPPENED, SARA?
YEAH, WHAT HAPPENED?
Who killed Raúl? It's obvious who did it.
Chloe, no doubt.
She pushed my Raúl, literally or mentally.
But either way, she did it.
Do I have proof? Of course not.
I don't have proof yet 'cause if she did it, she'd be in jail.
But I also don't have any doubts either.
I know someone must've seen how it went down.
If anyone witnessed the fall and you're watching this video right now,
please, please, say something.
How many times will they ask us the same thing? It's nonstop.
-We've gotta get out of town. -No, no more moves.
Other options?
You're abandoning Iván?
But he wants nothing to do with us.
Besides, I promised him I'd leave, so…
When did you promise that to him?
Before he left, I think.
What did you get? Huh? You never just promise things, Mom.
-What did you get out of it? -I swear to you, it was nothing.
If my son wants me to leave the country, then that's that.
-To Buenos Aires, I'll go. -Mm. Why are you still here, then?
All right. Because I was just hoping, if I gave him a little more time,
that he might come back.
-Hm. -Stop looking at me like that.
See, to me, that doesn't sound like nothing. No?
Well…
I don't know why I even bother with you.
Chloe! Wait, wait.
Haven't you stopped to think that maybe this whole thing
with your ex-boyfriend's free-fall record could be
a sign we should leave sent from the universe?
Think about it.
Look, Mom.
I fit in here for the first time.
And things are going great with this dude.
You and I are tolerating each other for the most part,
so I'm not going anywhere.
What about that lawyer who repped Ivan's father?
-José Luis? -Yes!
Please, you have no idea how expensive his fees are.
He might give us a discount if you spread your legs for him.
Hey!
I asked the people at the Lake Club for referrals,
and they had nothing but wonderful things to say about you.
So I would be proud to have you as Isadora House's head waiter.
Not much pride in that salary.
There'll be raises. I promise.
And in the meantime?
I'll get paid with exposure?
Yeah. It's the same old story.
So, tomorrow, then?
Really taking advantage of the needy.
You are most welcome, sir.
You don't have to come back if you're not ready, you know.
We're in no rush.
No, no. I want my normal life.
You can have normal, but you're not ready now.
I am. Mateo said so.
That shrink of yours is, uh…
You don't like him, Baba.
You're so annoying.
Look at that. Father and son.
What?
We're all together. The four of us.
At each other's throats, but…
But together.
I hate that I'm going back to New York.
There you go. We only have a few days. Let me enjoy this moment.
You don't allow me to be happy for even a minute, do you?
Mama…
Come on, now. We're here to help out Omar.
Come on.
Here.
What's goin' on?
-Goodness, I-- -Jesus, Omar!
Hey! What are you doing here?
Um…
Nadia?
Yes. Nice to meet you in person.
Dammit!
Omar, wait.
Excuse me. Sorry.
Omar!
I just can't find anything cheap right now, okay?
And since you were crashing with your parents, I asked Dalmar.
It's my room, and you didn't bother to ask me?
I know. I know. I didn't wanna bother you, and you were still at your parent's house.
Why not move into Ivan's room if you didn't wanna bother me? Huh?
Why here?
Uh, because… it still feels like home here.
You guys are my home.
Come on, Omar.
Um, Nadia? Just keep it to yourself.
-Please. -Nadia?
-It's such a pleasure. I'm-- -Dalmar, fuck!
So I've been paying for the room,
while you've just been in there freeloading?
Um, don't… don't worry, okay?
I'll get all my things and crash on the sofa. Done.
That's what you said before I went to my parents'.
-I know, I know. But-- -Yeah, well, forget the sofa. Sorry.
Omar, enough.
-Dude, listen to your sister. -Stay the fuck out of it!
Joel, I love you.
You know I do.
But this is my home.
And I need to feel at ease here.
And… having you around is just gonna pretty much fuck
with my head and my heart
and all the work I've done this past few months.
I'm protecting myself. You get that, don't you?
Okay.
Okay. I'll… I'll leave now.
Have a little empathy, dude.
What about some empathy for me? Right, Dalmar?
Hey, kiddo. You heard my son.
Baba.
-Get out of here. -Okay. I'm leaving.
-I'll get out of here. Sorry. -No fucking way.
You crazy? At this hour? You can sleep in my room.
It'll be a tight squeeze, but… Okay?
Give me a fucking break!
It's my room. I call the shots there. Problem with that?
Can you believe that?
You really shouldn't have opened the venue.
It's a money pit.
Well, not for long, Mama.
Why don't you accept the fact that we are completely broke?
Just sell everything, and let's get the hell out of here.
I'm gonna get it up and running.
-Watch me. -Oh, yeah? How?
Oh, with all of your degrees in finance?
Or your revolutionary business vision?
You don't have a fucking clue.
On top of that, you're so proud that you'll never ask me for help or feedback.
-I'm heading down. -I'm just saying.
Mwah, mwah, mwah… Mwah. Oh my God. They're so weird.
These are the Krawietzes?
Don't tell me you know these guys.
They go to my school.
Well, did. Now they're running this, uh, association for old alumni.
Uh-huh.
-Are they, like, famous or something? -The Krawietzes?
They're one of the top ten families
many people consider the de facto owners of Spain.
They amassed their fortune in the '60s, with a little help, mm, from you know.
No, I don't.
Oh, baby. Come on! Videla?
I don't know who you're talking about.
Seriously? Didn't your school teach you about the Civil War?
No. We haven't made it that far yet.
Well, that explains it.
This guy was like… Voldemort. He's the equivalent.
-Mm-hmm. -Ruled this country for many years.
During his dictatorship, several families raked it in.
Even more so after his death. Wanna guess who was one of those families?
The Krawietzes.
That's right.
They own construction companies, banks, hotels, airlines, investment funds…
Supermarkets, soccer teams, law firms.
Yet you date a squatter when you have a Krawietz next to you?
I would say you need to get your priorities in order.
Like, sell myself to him for 100 camels?
A hundred camels?
He would pay at least 100 billion.
-'Cause he's rich, and you're worth it. -Yeah. Yeah.
This guy is loaded, I assure you. Also, he's super cute!
And gay.
-Super cute and super gay. -I mean, just look the other way.
So he's a pansy. His money's just as good.
Don't call them "pansies."
Okay, my love. "Gays," "homosexuals."
-Did you say they had law firms earlier? -Mm-hmm! Mm.
Investment funds…
LUIS CALLING
I'M DOWNSTAIRS AT THE BAR. COME DOWN. IT'S ABOUT YOUR DAD.
♪ When I was just a young boy ♪
♪ My mama told me, "Son" ♪
♪ My mama told me, "Son"… ♪
What's this?
It's the number of the cell phone I snuck in for your father.
Why would you sneak him a phone?
You helped me detain him, and I'm helping you stay in prison.
One favor in exchange for another.
Well, thanks.
Isa…
I would've told you sooner, but since you don't pick up
when I call or answer any of my texts…
I don't want to keep in touch with you.
I don't know why you don't understand that, Luis.
I don't understand why we can't be friends.
I don't feel like it.
There's no point 'cause I don't want to.
Now this makes us even. You got it?
Stop calling, stop messaging. I'm done with you. This is over.
I've been as clear as possible. Very clear.
Thank you.
What's the matter?
Uh, nothing. You'll be late. You should go.
THE MINISTRY OF JUSTICE GOVERNMENT OF SPAIN
RESOLUTION: VOLUNTARY RETURN
Oh fuck, dude.
There's no other way for me to get documented.
They're just gonna kick me out of the fucking country.
Should we get married?
-I'd rather be deported. -Hey.
I'd make you a happy man, Dalmar.
You would drive me insane.
Asshole.
"Collaborating with the police can be a potential path to legalization."
Well, that's it. We find a nasty crime, you report it, and there you go.
Don't give up, man.
We'll think of something. You'll see.
I'm going to class.
Oh! And, uh, I'll come by later to get some of my stuff.
I said you can stay with me as long as you need to.
Um…
No. No, I don't…
I don't want to keep getting the stink eye from Omar.
Okay. Where are you gonna stay?
Iván said I could use his room while he's gone.
Oh! So you're friends again?
-So are you two gonna… -Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's, um… been great.
I mean, we both got carried away, but now we're cool. Yeah.
♪ There's nothin' ♪
♪ Too deep ♪
♪ Now keep those shoes on ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm movin' ♪
♪ I am not denied ♪
♪ You will do ♪
I can only sponsor one. Let's see what you have to offer me.
As the owner of Isadora House,
I'll give you access to places, obviously, in addition to the club here,
to get together, relax, and just have a really good time.
Pleasure, liberty, and networking
in the greatest nightlife empire out there.
All will be available to Alumni. And it's always at your disposal.
Okay. Thank you, Isadora.
Chloe?
Yep?
What would you offer Alumni?
Well… my eagerness to be part of the club.
I will do my best to… generate great vibes.
And do whatever I can to help the club grow.
Alumni will be my priority.
That's all rather unclear.
How do you measure or test whether it's your priority?
It's intangible.
So it's hard to tell if you keep your promise or not.
Thank you both.
I'll inform whomever I choose.
Oh shit.
Héctor, I want to go home.
I'll have some drinks, make a call, and we'll leave.
-I have tons to get done. -Emi, calm down.
-What do you want? -Nothing.
Hello there.
I'm kicking him out.
Shh.
Kick him out, and we'll ask Virginia to expel him.
Why's it matter? He's not hurting anyone.
Look at him. Poor guy.
Yeah. Poor. Correct. Is he here 'cause he's homeless?
He's probably on scholarship and we don't sponsor them--
Emi, enough. Go home. I'll see you there.
Are you that infatuated?
You know jealousy's not a good look.
Want me to sleep with you tonight?
I know you won't. I'm not an imbecile.
♪ To fight… ♪
Isadora! Three suppliers no longer want our business.
Of course, looking at last month's earnings,
I can see why they don't.
Be honest.
You only promised me a raise
'cause you knew you're about to shut the place down.
No!
No! That's crazy. A rough patch, that's all.
Just a rough patch.
♪ For ♪
♪ Our right ♪
♪ You make us stuck ♪
♪ You will make us stuck… ♪
Coz!
-Nico, come here! -No, don't…
-What's the matter? -He's just here to check up on me.
How's it going? What's up, coz?
-Hi. -Everything's great over here.
Have a drink, sit down, and maybe get the stick out of your ass.
And stop acting like my father.
I'm looking out for your well-being.
I don't need you to.
Do something nice for yourself. Go party and make trouble.
And by "trouble," he doesn't mean mess around with a girl's emotions.
Now's not the time, thanks.
He walked right into that one.
Don't you think that jab's getting old? Just saying.
I'm going to the bathroom.
-Will you miss me? -Yeah.
♪ You make us stuck ♪
♪ You will make us stuck ♪
♪ Yeah… ♪
When will the heads start rolling?
-The what? -When are all the firing's gonna begin?
This will be the shortest gig I've ever had.
Hey, Chloe. So?
Jesus Christ, Nico! Enough already. Stop.
No, dude, I'm not gonna do it. I won't do it.
Stop worrying about your cousin. He's doing just fine.
-Open your eyes. -Sure. He's better.
-I can see. -Well, yeah.
And now that he's up here,
I'm afraid you'll cause an epic crash back to earth.
Why are you being so hard on me, dude?
Seriously. Why can't you see how I've helped him?
I've made him a lot better.
I'm sorry. You?
Yeah, me.
It has everything to do with the pills and therapy. You ain't done shit.
You're the opposite of a solution.
You're a problem, Chloe. You're unstable.
You're toxic. You're destructive.
Fuck! Maybe Eric was right after all
and what you need is a girlfriend or someone who'll get you laid.
Look, I understand that you miss Rocío and Dídac,
and it's weird for you to not have Eric hanging around all day.
But, my love, and I say this with all the affection you know I have for you,
let the rest of us be happy, please.
Go on, now.
I'll take over.
Nico, leave. Look what you did.
That was super shitty.
-Just ignore that dude. -That bastard.
The solution isn't to fire your staff and close it.
Just the opposite, in fact.
Let's make Isadora House… enormous, bold,
gigantic, iconic, super loud!
And in fact, we need to bring more people on.
That's what we need.
To make money in this life, baby, you gotta spend it.
There's nothin' to spend.
Want some juicy gossip?
Do I ever!
Isadora was left with nothing.
-She's broke? -I swear.
You're sure?
I can take out loans.
More loans? You have five.
I'll apply for as many as it's gonna take.
I can look for investors through Alumni.
Wait, you talking about that former student club? That?
Yeah. Don't look at me that way.
You can't imagine how fancy the club is they have at school.
It's the cream of the crop. I can get a lot of good investors there.
But how do you know?
Well, Dalmar told me about it. He said that Omar had mentioned it.
Because, apparently, he's worried that he's gonna get fired.
Because without money, she can't afford staff.
Isa always goes around bragging she has this empire.
Don't trust a word. It's all an act.
-Really? -Mm-hmm.
Know what you're gonna do?
We're upgrading this thing. You're gonna hire a ton of workers.
You know? I want waiters. I want dancers. I want security.
I want cleaners. That one's very important.
Isadora House is gonna be incredible.
I love you!
Uh, Is…
-Hi. -What's up?
Can we move to a different table?
There a problem where you are?
Yeah, we'd like an area that's more well-lit.
If you're just jerking each other off,
don't you want less light?
Uh, I'm sorry.
I went overboard. That was totally unprofessional.
I'll send someone over now.
No, Omar. Not "now." Right away.
Uh, Chloe? Please. I've got a lot going on.
What if I gave you 100?
What then?
For fuck's sake. Okay.
Thanks.
No, just leave it.
Go. I'll take care of it.
You'll only be a second.
-'Kay. -Yeah.
INCOME AND EXPENSES BY MONTH
What?
Hey.
What are you doing?
Hey! How'd you sleep, stowaway?
Mm? Told you it was cool. Here, you can do whatever you want.
You can even make yourself right at home.
Ah…
Yeah, you don't have a home.
Or were you looking for me?
Huh?
-Tsk, tsk, tsk. -Let me by.
See all this here? It has everything you need.
On the house.
Freely accessible to members.
So if you want a sponsor, you know who to call.
Stay and spend the night. You're invited to.
In exchange for?
Why would you want to do this for me?
Huh? What do you want?
I just wanna see you enjoy yourself.
That is the purpose of Alumni. For us to have fun.
Meeting people like us and having a great--
Yeah, but we both know I'm not like you.
But you can be like us when you grow up.
Good morning.
Good morning, Isadora.
Here.
Thank you very much. Is it the papers to join Alumni?
Your finances.
Red numbers, more red numbers, and more red numbers.
Your bank statements look like a list of missed calls.
Where did you get these from?
From the truth.
Not from that lie you pitched me yesterday.
Unfortunately, bankrupt liars aren't the demographic we want in alumni.
Have a great day.
Anything to get in the club.
Exposing a classmate.
Congratulations.
-I'm your sponsor. -Thanks.
-You two weren't friends, were you? -I'm sorry?
I have no problem selling out a classmate.
But a friend? No way.
At the club, we're seeking an atmosphere of goodwill and unity.
We don't want backstabbing or toxic shit.
-You want me to be a waiter? -Because you need the money.
You don't want us living together, but it's okay to work together?
Just trying to help.
I'm not saying I don't need it,
but, look, I don't wanna help you feel less bad, dude, to be honest.
Oh, Joel, get over yourself, would you?
What's the matter?
I'll… I'll think about it. Later.
Wait, Joel. Don't…
Thanks.
Hey… what's the matter?
Nothing.
Come on. You can tell me.
We definitely have a lot to talk about, huh?
We do, but can we save it for some other time?
Right now, all I want is this.
What? What's up, Iván?
Why did you leave me there?
What're you talking about?
Weird, you don't remember that day?
Not showing up, not letting me know,
not answering my calls.
Christ.
Well?
It's just the truth.
Right now?
This couldn't have waited till later? Fuck, I asked you to table it!
I could have, but it's been tearing me up inside.
And me? I'd been looking forward to seeing you for weeks.
Don't get me wrong. I've missed you like crazy too, Joel,
but I wasn't comfortable by myself--
I just don't want to be your carry-on item.
-Okay? -What?
What the fuck would I have done there?
I would've had nothing to do except hang out with you in your free time
like a kept man. Nothing else.
Joel, you could have done whatever you wanted.
Literally whatever.
Studied a language so you could learn something new.
-Do you hear yourself? -You could've traveled.
-It's there. -Africa is nice.
Do you hear it? You wanted to be your kept man.
All right? Forgive me if I would've rather stayed to finish school.
Make a better life for myself without anyone else.
Without anyone else? I pay your tuition here.
-Look, Joel. I didn't-- -Fuck you, Iván. Fuck you.
Great. Fuckin' great.
What's wrong?
Please be my sponsor.
I wanna join.
Okay. Come on. Let's talk it over. All right?
Come on.
He may get your dick hard, but you need to put him through the process.
Yeah, sure. What are you gonna do with your sponsee?
I want to have fun. That's why we started the club.
Let's play a little. Come on.
Play what?
Pushing them to the limit. They're so hungry to join.
One sold out her classmate.
And the other came begging you to sponsor him.
No. No. There wasn't begging.
Let's put them through the wringer. Put them to the test, Hec.
Let's see exactly how eager they are to join.
Let's see how far they're willing to go to be one of us.
Héctor!
To the limit.
-If he gets in, you can do what you want. -Whatever I want?
I can do whatever I want, and you won't get in the middle?
Perfect, then.
To the limit. Go on.
Hey!
-Can I walk with you? -Want a ride home?
-No, that's okay. Don't worry. -Oh. Right.
You don't have a home, or do you?
-You never told me why you snuck in. -Wanna get a drink?
I don't know. Why all of a sudden?
All right. This way.
♪ Treat me like I am a game ♪
♪ We'll show how I like to play ♪
♪ I got a tattoo with your name ♪
♪ You like the taste of humble pie ♪
♪ When karma's coming, run you out ♪
♪ And now it's time to say goodbye ♪
♪ Remember how you said forever? ♪
♪ Never ever forget her? ♪
♪ 'Cause you stop talking I start listening ♪
♪ I like the way you die, boy ♪
♪ Don't you wanna be my toy? ♪
♪ I like the way you die, boy ♪
♪ I use you once, and I'll destroy ♪
♪ I like the way you die, boy ♪
♪ I use you once, and I'll destroy ♪
♪ I like the way you die, boy ♪
Subtitle translation by: Toni Navarro