What the hell is he doing here?
GRADUATION PARTY
Sure, private number.
You can go fuck yourself.
I already have a phone plan.
Rebe.
What?
Were you really selling drugs at school?
Is it, Valerio?
You two... come in.
-Azucena, good morning. -Good morning, Begoña.
I'd like to talk to you. Do you have a few minutes?
I'm in the middle of an important issue.
It won't be more important than mine.
I really have to speak to these two--
I can always bypass you and speak to the board.
I'm only asking to meet with you as a courtesy.
Just a moment.
Damn!
I have to go to Ander's house to get my stuff.
Then I'll see...
Maybe I'll perform harakiri because of my grades.
Were they really that bad?
On a disaster scale...
the fire of Notre-Dame,
Spain in Eurovision,
-Madonna in Eurovision... -Damn.
...my grades.
It's better to just laugh it off because if I think about it...
In the end, I won't graduate, I don't have Ander...
and I'm homeless.
What?
Why don't you come to New York with me?
-What? -Don't be stupid.
You've always wanted to travel
and live where you could go unnoticed.
If you can't do that in New York, I can't think of anywhere else.
You can look for a job... and learn English.
What the hell would I do in New York?
Where would I stay?
It's crazy, Nadia.
In my apartment?
Yeah, you showed me photos. It's as big as Central Park.
Nadia, you can't ask people you barely know to--
I barely know?
We were engaged for a night.
Anyway, you two certainly know each other, don't you?
Hey, we just hooked up twice.
I meant--
Yeah, we just hooked up. Got it.
Staying with you would be a temporary thing.
OK, I guess so.
Nobody would know if someone hadn't squealed.
Valerio and Rebeca were selling drugs,
and Polo reported it.
You're blaming him for doing the right thing?
Samuel, Guzmán.
Come with me, please.
Us?
Now.
Let's see, Azucena.
You can make an argument for expelling us, but these two?
-We didn't do anything! -You were warned.
I said I wouldn't tolerate another incident.
And since Christmas, you've been making his life hell.
This is all bullshit. Polo's mother's behind it.
She was here right before us. Am I right, Azucena?
It's been decided.
You're expelled and won't graduate.
-What? -Samuel!
You fucking sellouts.
There's no fairness here! All you care about is money and power.
-Don't talk to me like that. -Or what? You'll expel us?
Samu... it's not worth it.
Samuel, what're you doing?
What's he doing? Stop!
-What are you doing? -Relax.
Enough violence already, OK?
-Are you defending him? -Yes!
He said he hasn't accused you two of anything.
And you believe him?
You're doing this so you won't feel bad about accepting the scholarship.
You'll accept it no matter what, even if it means taking his side.
Son of a bitch.
Forget about him, Lu.
Don't play innocent, Nadia.
You want to smash this bottle over his head as much as I do.
Don't pretend...
If they'd let me change schools, this wouldn't have happened.
That doesn't matter now. We need to think of a way to fix this.
We could--
It's too late. It's over.
It's not fair to end like this.
Carla almost drowned last night.
She almost died because of him.
Because of me!
It was my fault, OK?
What's this shit now?
I sold her the Molly after Valerio refused.
Valerio was going to stop dealing after you scolded him.
What? You didn't know? Well, now you do.
But you had to come and make a scene.
I guess you couldn't bear the idea of doing something good for once.
OK, why don't you go home, Rebeca?
Fucking Bodyguard Barbie!
Better yet, just go straight to jail, if you prefer.
-You'll end up there with your mom anyway. -Something else we have in common...
You get along fucking great with criminals, right?
As long as they pay for your outfits, restaurants, and studies...
But I get it, OK? I really do.
Just hold on to him tight.
You know what you'll have when he's gone?
Nothing and no one, hoe.
Screw this fucking private number!
You don't look bad at all... at least not at first glance.
-I can't remember a thing. -That's normal.
No, it's not.
I lost control.
And I helped you lose it.
-I'm sorry. -No, you warned me.
I'm the one who's sorry. I just found out you were expelled.
But... that's what he deserves.
Yesterday wasn't his fault. He didn't want to sell it to me.
Sure.
First time he's had common sense in ages,
but it was too late.
OK, bye.
Lu, I've been trying to change for a long time.
Trying to...
but you never manage.
You'll never grow up.
I had nothing to do with it.
You're a fucking baby...
that keeps sticking his fingers in the socket.
I've spent the last 17 years trying to keep you from electrocuting yourself...
but it's never enough.
I can't take it anymore.
Have a good life.
He always wins. I'm fucking sick of this, I swear.
We should've moved on long ago.
They kicked us out for no reason!
Not today or yesterday, but look what we did before
to make his life a living hell.
Not a single day has gone by that we haven't hated him
and tried to show him.
He didn't win... We lost.
Guzmán.
-How are you? -Fine.
I know you.
What they've done to you is intolerable.
We deserved it.
What?
This isn't the end of it.
-I swear, it won't-- -Stay out of wars that don't concern you.
They concern me...
if they affect someone I love.
You can't lose your scholarship. It's your future.
What about yours? It doesn't matter?
I'm 17 years old.
I can afford to put the future on hold for a year.
Hey...
After graduation, we're going to party.
We'll have a blast... and nothing will fuck it up.
I promise.
Give me a light, honey.
You never smoke on the job.
Those kids will be the end of me.
The school year is almost over, but they'll be the end of me.
What you've done is unfair, you know that.
Not you too, please.
What do you want me to say?
This isn't about fair or unfair, Ander.
It's much more complicated.
You'd have to be me to get it.
But Guzmán and Samu don't deserve this.
Focus on the important stuff.
Your exams, for example.
I'm not taking any makeup exams.
Please don't start talking about favoritism.
Retaking exams due to medical treatment isn't favoritism.
I'm not going to waste my last days in front of a book.
What do you mean, "last days"?
There's no hope for me...
at least not down the road.
-And... -Where'd you get that idea, Ander?
Who told you that? No one told me that.
This is all I have.
The present.
But, honey...
OK, and maybe tomorrow too.
But I won't waste my time studying. What for?
And I won't tolerate this defeatist attitude.
Mom...
If there's no school...
what'll you do then?
I don't know.
Spend some time with myself.
Start getting ready.
You'd have to be me to get it.
HI, YERAY. WHEN CAN WE MEET? YERAY, PLEASE ANSWER ME.
ARE YOU OK? CAN I CALL YOU?
FROM: MOM SUBJECT: GOOD NEWS!!!
The lawyer wants to meet my mother and brother in Morocco.
-He says he has good news. -That's fucking awesome.
Imagine the nightmare's over and your brother comes home.
It's not over as long as Polo's free.
You're obsessed with Polo, man! Forget about him already.
He's already fucked up your school year, your life and all.
-How can I forget? -Distance.
Focus on what matters now, like your family coming home.
-Do what Guzmán did: move on. -Bullshit.
Here.
-What're you doing? -Close your eyes. Close them!
Done.
What's done?
Polo doesn't exist.
Polo who? I don't know any Polo.
-Hey, neither do I. -See?
It really works, huh?
Give me a napkin?
You seriously had the balls to come?
I just want to dry off, Omar.
And I want you to go.
For your own good...
Leave!
-Mom! -Baby, tell me you have a ciggie.
I want one so bad, I almost smoked parsley.
So?
Aren't you going to hug your mom?
That's more like it.
Tell me you have my lighter.
Why didn't you say you were getting out today?
I called you a few times this morning, but you didn't pick up.
-Fuck, it was you. -Of course it was me.
You smell so nice.
And you're so beautiful.
What?
Nothing.
Come on. I know that look.
I got kicked out of school.
What're you talking about?
When?
Now. Well, a little while ago.
Why?
What do you think?
Fucking shit.
Well, know what? Fuck school.
If you know what you're doing, you don't need school.
And you've been doing an awesome job running the family business.
At your level, on a small scale, but awesome all the same.
From now on,
it's mother and daughter working hand in hand.
Hi.
Holy shit, Mom.
Get mad at her later.
Let's go outside?
Sorry, Ander. I didn't know what to do.
What's so hard to understand?
We do understand.
Look at you. You got expelled, so what?
Big fucking deal!
You'll graduate next year. I don't fucking have next year.
What don't you get?
Fine, you don't have next year.
What do you want to do?
Your mom says you want time by yourself. That's a shitty plan.
Guzmán... none of you will ever understand.
You can do whatever the hell you want.
If you don't want to study, don't. Go skydiving, man.
But don't isolate yourself, please.
Because, if you really are dying...
I don't buy that you want to spend your last days alone.
Without your family, your friends, and Omar.
Ander.
-Damn it, Ander. -Leave me alone, please.
I can't take it anymore.
Hi, Polo. I know you don't want to talk to me.
That's fine, but I'm asking you...
please talk to your moms.
They could get them to readmit Valerio and forgive him because...
there's no sense in punishing him when he'd already learned his lesson.
Please, whatever you decide, call me.
Please, OK?
What are you wearing tomorrow?
I'm not going, Mom.
The only ones who'll miss their graduation...
are the ones who deserve it.
And Guzmán and Samuel?
They only wanted to stop the fight.
Those bullies have been making your life a living hell all year.
If you're not man enough to face them...
you can't expect me to stand by and watch my son get beaten up.
How about the striped shirt...
with the blue pants?
You'll look fabulous.
What're you doing here?
What's up with you?
How'd you get in?
Nobody at the gate for you to manipulate.
From when you asked me to decorate the place and make it my own.
Yeah...
Those were good times.
Please, take a seat. Get comfy.
Why are you here, Carla?
I came to apologize.
For real.
You're a really great guy.
"Yeray, you're a great guy, you're really worth it,
any girl would kill to be with you..."
Except the one who says it, of course. Been there.
I really mean it.
Carla, the last thing I need now is your pity, really.
Please leave.
Alright...
Let's stop acting like victims...
because you don't like me either.
-Excuse me? -You heard me.
I don't like you, and you don't like me either.
What about these past months?
-What do you call-- -You love what I represent.
How well I fit in with the image you created
to get likes from those who hurt you when you were the other Yeray.
Your body, your clothes, your attitude...
You've created your own social network to get them to worship you.
I'm just an accessory to you.
And I'm a walking checkbook to save your damn wineries.
That's what I meant!
We don't like each other the way we pretend to.
Even so, I was lucky enough to get to know the real Yeray,
the guy behind the selfies.
And I can tell you... he's a great guy.
Much better than the one you made up.
And I bet
any girl would kill to be with you.
Any girl but me.
So...
fuck the likes...
and fuck the wineries.
We've already wasted enough time doing what others want us to do, right?
You don't need to prove yourself to anyone.
Now... can I give you a hug?
As a friend, no manipulation intended.
-Are you nervous, honey? -A little, Dad.
It'll be fine.
Look, Omar!
-How are you, Mom? -I'm fine.
You look great.
You too.
How are you?
A bit nervous.
About what? Come on.
Hey.
-Hello. -Hi, Lu.
You look hot. I like it.
Hey, Lu. Come.
Your parents didn't come?
It seems your family knows how to put problems aside for a while...
to focus on what matters.
I envy you.
In a good way....
and a bad way too...
You look like a pistachio.
You can't make an exception?
After all I've done for this fucking school!
-Oh, please! -Look, I'll take you to court.
Come in, please.
Ventura, do what you think is best, but the expulsion is more than justified.
Justified?
On the last day of the year? Oh, please...
My son's entire year thrown away on the last day?
-Laura, Ventura, I think-- -Lucrecia, honey, this isn't about you.
Actually, I wish you had done more to help Guzmán.
-Me? -Yes.
Your father's very influential.
-If we all did our part-- -Okay, that's enough.
I'm very sorry.
Polo!
How are you?
So?
Why are you ignoring me?
They still haven't signed the papers.
-We'll talk to your-- -Cayetana.
Why are you so set on Valerio graduating?
-So he can come with us and-- -And save our relationship.
Because... without him...
we just don't work.
Polo, don't start now.
Don't start now.
I get it. You're under a lot of pressure.
-You don't know what you're saying. -No.
For the first time in a long time, I know.
I'm sorry.
What about... London? Our plans?
See? That's all you're worried about.
London, our plans...
You're not in love with me...
but the life I was going to give you.
Why are you using the past tense?
I'm sorry.
I have to go, OK?
Hey...
What happened?
Nothing.
Hold on... one sec.
It won't take long.
Teodoro.
Can we meet at your place later to close the deal?
Of course.
I'm glad you reconsidered.
The ceremony will start in five minutes.
There he is.
Thank you.
Let's continue.
Shit...
Let me do it.
The students I'm about to introduce...
What should we do?
I really don't know.
All I know is I want that scholarship.
So do I.
But we're selling out.
So you don't want it?
At what cost?
Can the winners of the first edition of the scholarship please come up?
A big round of applause
for Nadia Shanaa and Lucrecia Montesinos Hendrich.
Bill McKinley will present the award on behalf of Columbia University.
Hi, everyone. Thank you for having me. I'm excited to be here.
Congratulations! We're excited to have you at Columbia.
Good evening.
I want to thank our parents and friends who have joined us to share
such a special moment...
for us and... for our fellow students.
I would like--
I can't.
Can you speak for me, Nadia?
No, you're already talking!
Well...
-I was saying that-- -No, wait.
I would just like to say that...
I would like to--
We would like to...
I think I speak for us both.
...dedicate this award...
to all our fellow students,
especially everyone... in the back...
who, for different reasons, cannot join us... up here...
in this graduation ceremony.
Not being able to have them here with us...
makes this moment...
less happy than we would have liked.
That's right.
We should be jumping for joy.
But we're not.
Because we deserve...
this award.
We deserve this moment, Nadia.
My friends are there...
due to a series of injustices.
Including the most serious...
The one that's deprived us, here and now,
of Marina.
Injustices...
that we both condemn.
That's right.
And one person is responsible for all those injustices.
Polo...
How are you? Happy?
I cannot believe this.
Look, this award
that she and I are receiving...
was created by your moms to clean up your image, basically.
And we're accepting it because, I repeat, we deserve it.
What should we do? Because this has become--
If the award creates such conflict, don't worry.
It is canceled, effective immediately.
-Begoña, please. -No.
We have always wanted to support Las Encinas and every student in it.
Who entered the bathroom?
Omar, I don't have all day.
Even if I did, I don't have the patience.
Give me a name.
Nadia.
Are you accusing your own sister?
You know what?
I promised someone I really care about...
that we would celebrate this day together.
That we would have lots of fun
and that nothing or nobody would fuck it up.
Let's go celebrate at Teatro Barceló!
Hello?
Samuel.
You need to come to the police station. It's extremely urgent.
Dad, I'm going to the bathroom.
-Wait outside. -OK.
-We don't have any money. -We'll take out a loan.
So?
You don't need Nadia in New York.
What do you mean?
-I'd never go on my own. -You have me.
Wow!
I thought it was just two hookups.
Fuck...
-What? -I'm sorry.
Sorry if I didn't react the way you wanted me to.
And yes, we hooked up twice.
And that meant a lot to me.
When your sister asked me if you could come...
I was speechless.
I thought Nadia's idea was crazy, too.
It wasn't just hooking up for me either.
Maybe that's why we should do it.
If a suggestion leaves you speechless, you have to do it.
It was all a trap...
to locate your family and arrest your brother.
I'm sorry.
I swear, I knew nothing about it.
They tricked me too, I swear.
And they found them?
Your brother will be repatriated.
Oh, Samuel...
While the killer in his suit and tie is about to get away.
-I'm sorry. -You should be. It's your fault too.
-I told you they tricked me too. -Who tricked you?
I'll tell you. Your bosses, your colleagues...
the fucking system you work for, belong to,
and won't do a damn thing against.
That's why it's your fault.
Shit.
I printed the document you sent me.
If you want to review it one last time...
No.
No, I think... you should review it.
Yes.
There's been a change... in section three of clause four.
About the management of the wineries?
You've been replaced by Carla.
She'll be the sole and exclusive manager of the wineries and all related assets
as soon as she turns 18, which won't be long now.
Look...
You'll have nothing to do with it. Neither... will I.
I'll stay out of it.
So...
Carla will be the owner.
Yeray, what you're proposing...
has never been on the table.
It is now.
So, you decide.
Let your daughter support you as she sees fit...
or your business goes under
and you'll have no way of supporting yourself.
She's very young and has no damn clue about any of this.
Say something, honey.
I say...
I'm done taking orders.
Excuse me?
I say...
you aren't going to decide what I can or can't do anymore.
It's over.
I want to do whatever I want...
be whatever I want...
and be with whoever I want.
You have no power over me.
So? What?
Shall we sign?
You know who's to blame? Azucena.
She doesn't command any respect from the students.
-She fears them and spoils them. -It was a childish prank.
Canceling the scholarship is too much.
At least I did something.
If it wasn't for me,
those two bullies who've made your son's life hell would still be there.
-Maybe I deserved it. -What are you talking about?
Don't be ridiculous, Polo. With everything that's happened...
The bullying, the tweets,
everything they wrote, all the hurt.
To top it off, the person who should--
I killed Marina, Mom!
It was an accident, but I did.
Enough of this nonsense.
-Begoña. -I don't want to hear it.
Marina had something that belonged to Carla...
and I wanted to get Carla back.
-Polo, shut up. -No!
Fuck, Mom.
You always tell me to be a man?
To face up to things, to be brave?
Well, that's what I'm doing.
I killed Marina...
I can't bring her back.
I can't help Samuel and Guzmán graduate,
but don't cancel the scholarship.
At least let someone have a happy ending in this shitty story.
So, please call now.
Please.
Azucena? Hello, yes, it's Begoña.
I'm sorry for calling so late, but...
I want to talk... about the scholarship.
Hi.
-Have you seen Samuel? -Nope.
Should we hijack the DJ booth to liven this up?
No music could possibly liven this shit up.
So, I lost the scholarship.
Who told you both to play the heroines?
-What now? -Let me use one of your questions.
Where's that leave us?
What's "that"?
Me not going.
Me staying here.
Well, taking inspiration from your answer...
I'd say it leaves us in the same place.
You here...
Me here, too.
That's a good thing, right?
With all the bad stuff going on, I'd say so.
Me too.
Hey, sorry, have you seen Ander?
No, but don't stop until you find him.
Everyone's looking for someone tonight.
Luckily, some of us have found what we were looking for.
Hey, babe.
Hey.
I didn't graduate.
Me neither.
Well... misery loves company.
What will you do?
-Repeat the school year or start working? -No.
I got an opportunity to go to New York.
Really?
Yeah.
Not with your sister, right?
No. I mean, yeah,
at first, it was with her, but after what happened...
well...
I'm going with Malick.
He'll help you get settled in?
It all sounds too weird.
Or too perfect.
Yeah, that too.
What do you think?
Me?
Whatever you think.
I think I need your opinion.
Only an idiot would let something too perfect slip away.
Right.
OK.
-Omar. -What?
Goodbye.
Hey, sexy.
Not now, Carla.
Why not now?
You don't know what I want to say.
Look...
it may surprise you to hear this suddenly, but I was think...
What the fuck's he doing here?
Subtitle translation by Toni Navarro