When you've had cancer, you start associating everything with it.
You deny it at first, but then you can't stop bringing it up.
All the time. Usually in a really contrived way.
But these four almost invite the comparison.
Which four?
The fucking Benjamíns.
Benjamín, Patrick, Mencía…
And Ari.
What happened when they showed up?
They destroyed everything. Like a metastatic growth.
Uh… yeah, it's me. Didn't you wanna be best buds again?
Well, guess what? I'm a wreck today, so you're in luck.
About Mencía? It looked like things were going great.
I mean, it was awesome, and she's fucking amazing.
But it's the same old story. I'm falling for her in a dangerous way.
I couldn't sleep well last night.
I kept dreaming about her. She hasn't texted since the party.
I've been stalking her Insta. I almost liked a post. Know what I mean?
Holy shit. What's with the TV?
Morning, Rebe.
Yeah, they're everywhere now.
Well, like her posts or text her yourself.
Yeah, right.
Good morning, students.
This is a virtual greeting
to introduce a new initiative from one of your fellow students.
Hi, everyone.
I wanted to thank you for making me feel so welcome
and do something for you in return.
I assume most of you are familiar with le Bal in Paris.
I'd like to throw one here with all of you.
I'm really looking forward to it,
and it'll be a great party, so I hope
you won't miss it.
Come on, Samu.
How can I tell her how I feel if I feel like I'm going crazy?
This is intense. What if I come on too strong?
Listen to my message.
-I don't wanna say it again. -You didn't send me anything.
What do you mean?
-No. -Don't tell me you sent it to…?
What did it say?
-Only good things. Too good. -So, that's good, right?
Online. She's online, man.
Single? Seriously?
That fast?
-I thought we might change our minds. -You're the one who broke up with her.
Yeah, but she was okay with it.
Sounds like Nadia's pretty sure.
But you're not?
Why'd you freak out at the party and dump her?
Distance is a real bitch.
-So, is distance a rich swimmer girl now? -What are you talking about, man?
You saw us hooking up, and you broke up with Nadia.
Hey, take it easy. It wasn't about you.
Are you that pissed that Ari isn't Pluto to me?
So, you hooked up with her just to mess with me?
No, I did it because I wanted to and so did she.
-Sure. -Plus, it's not like you're together.
-If you hadn't gotten in the way… -See? This is about Ari.
Listen. Drop it, or I'll kick your fucking ass.
No, you don't get it.
If you're not together, that's between you and Ari.
Leave me out of it.
Le Bal is a charity ball
to present the debutantes from the best families.
Sure, and there'll be plenty of chandeliers,
a guillotine, and a bit of the Black Death, right?
Caye, that is some backward-thinking, sexist shit.
It's not sexist, actually. We get to choose our cavaliers, our dates.
I guess you must mean us students, right?
Ari, you're invisible to me.
Even worse, you're drab. Ciao.
Bye.
What was that look about?
Maybe that elitist swipe you took at Cayetana?
It was an objective observation.
She's the janitor.
I'm the waiter with a scholarship. That's why you're not inviting me, right?
I couldn't have gone anyway. The Lake Club will be doing the catering.
Sorry you can't come as a date.
It's not my thing, anyway.
I don't go to poser fests.
When are we meeting up again?
Today's good for me.
No, not today.
Why? Can't you meet after work?
I'd rather chill out on my sofa.
What?
I'm the one who works. Let me decide, okay?
NADIA, I'D LIKE TO CHAT TONIGHT. CAN YOU?
Can we talk for a minute?
Yeah, sure.
I'd love to go to le Bal on a cavalier's arm.
And I believe you're free.
Who told you that?
Facebook. The whole school knows.
I see.
Want to go with me?
I like the ball, but I don't like being your second choice.
Excuse me?
Samuel turned you down, right?
Uh… no. He didn't turn me down, because I didn't ask him.
Well, you guys sure had a great time at the towel party.
-Who told you that? -Not Facebook. Relax.
Nothing happened between us at the party. And I won't ask him because he's--
Because he's a waiter. Say it.
He's a waiter.
He's not my type.
Right. I mean, if Samuel…
If he was a count instead of a waiter, would you ask him?
Well, if you were a short redhead,
you wouldn't be you and I wouldn't be asking you.
-Are you listening to yourself? -Yeah, I am.
I don't feel like going to the ball.
Could you please get out of my car?
SURE, CALL ME
Balenciaga, Getaria, 1895.
Jávea…
You scared me!
Miss Grajera Pando?
-This is she. -How are you?
Good. And you?
Just great. I came to ask you what you're doing on Friday night.
Nothing. Studying. I'm in college, believe it or not.
I see. The thing is… I'd like you to be my date to the ball.
I mean, I'd like you to ask me so I can say yes.
I'm not invited.
You are now.
Why me?
-Why not? -They won't let me go with you.
I pick the venue and the guests.
Everyone else just donates money and gets to be in the photo.
You wanted a second date and didn't know how to ask.
Don't jump to conclusions.
What conclusions are those?
-What conclusions? -Yeah.
"He asked me on a second date, so he must really like me."
"And if it goes well, there could be a third."
A third date? My God, no. You move faster than I do.
-Do I? -Yep.
But you're the one who thinks so.
What if I do? Do you like that?
Dammit.
All right, I'm coming!
-Room service. -What are you doing here?
-If Muhammad won't go to the mountain… -Well, it's just that Muhammad is sick.
This stuff is a cure-all. Come on.
God damn it.
A couple of shot glasses…
There we go. I'm so dope.
Uh… I can't today, Mencía.
It's not a good time. I'm really busy, and--
Come on, get comfortable.
We need to have a little talk about your voice message.
Can we not, please?
Take a seat.
I can't see a thing.
-Oh no… Straight ahead? -Easy does it.
-Okay. This way? -I'll guide you.
A little bit further. A little bit…
What's all this?
Pick one, and it's yours.
Oh, my God. But Phillipe…
All right.
For every question you ask me, I'll ask you one in return.
Oh, I thought you wanted me to take something off.
That's if you answer wrong or if you don't reply.
Fine.
Uh…
Describe yourself in three words.
Brave.
Passionate.
And… fucked up.
That's four words.
"Fucked up" is one concept.
But you're right. Fine.
It's four words.
What do you hate more than anything in the world?
Being lied to. Being taken for a fool.
People talking behind my back. Being let down, basically.
You said like 25 things.
Okay.
No.
Those don't count.
Okay.
What's your biggest secret?
Well,
the thing is, if I told you…
it wouldn't be a secret anymore.
Would it?
No.
What makes you happy?
People who work hard.
Who are always there.
Who keep their word. Like my old lady.
What do you like about your mom?
My old lady rocks, dude.
She'd do anything for me.
Like stop dealing and start from scratch.
What happened to yours?
Hey.
We don't need to tell each other everything today.
You wanna kiss me now, don't you?
Do it.
Shit.
Share the love, dude.
Uh… it's not what it looks like, Mom.
It looks like you and your friend were getting it on in our living room.
Mencía, this is my mom, Sandra. This is Mencía.
She's so cute.
Listen, Rebe.
My blood pressure's a bit low.
Get some beers and snacks so we can get to know each other.
-Yeah, right away. -Good.
How much are you charging her?
Nothing.
I see. The first time is on the house.
Have you told her you're a hooker?
I'm not a hooker.
You have sex for money. Google that and see what you find.
My life is none of your business.
It is when it concerns my daughter.
So you have three options.
You tell her,
I tell her, or you get out of the way.
Your call.
I've got some cold ones!
Great!
Come on, let's toast to the two of you.
Cheers.
I don't want to have a threesome, not with Patrick or anyone else.
I mean, we tried it, and it was good.
But it's just sex. Don't you have faith in us?
I'd rather not test our relationship.
What?
NEW MESSAGE FROM PATRICK
-What? -What do you mean, what?
You were saying something.
I'M IN THE PRIVATE ROOM. JOIN ME.
Who is it?
It's Patrick.
And… what does Patrick want?
Forget it.
No, tell me.
It's okay.
Look, Omar, you're the one who decided to open this door.
Now you decide when to close it?
It's not fair.
Maybe I don't want to close it.
I'm sleeping at my place tonight.
Why did I have to wait?
I don't know, Nadia.
To mourn a bit.
Maybe we were too hasty.
I don't know. Maybe I was too hasty.
I get that this makes your head spin.
But if you hadn't done it,
we would've let it die, and it would've been worse.
Yeah.
But I don't know…
It scares me…
It scares me that you're so sure about it.
God damn it.
Guzmán!
One thing I've always been sure of is I don't want either of us to get hurt.
I think this is for the best and that we need to move on.
Yeah.
You're right.
And yeah, it makes my head spin.
I changed my status to single.
I don't know.
Maybe it's stupid,
but… the fact that it's there for everyone to see makes it real for me.
You should try to… move on too, Guzmán.
Fine.
Okay, so…
this is it, right?
It was nice knowing you.
You're so dramatic.
We'll see each other again.
Only if you want to, of course.
Wherever the sun sets, I'll be there.
Okay.
I'll try to move on.
Try to move on.
Okay.
Goodbye, Nadia.
Are you okay?
Yes, I'm fine.
Okay.
Mencía, what's wrong?
Shit, I can't do this.
-I don't know… -Right, I get it.
-I'm coming on too strong. -No, it's not that. It's just that…
Your mom's out there, and she caught us, and…
My mom? My mom's super cool. Did she say something to you?
-No, of course not. -Oh.
She was super nice to me, but…
But I can't do this sort of thing at my place with Benjamín around, and…
Let's just…
do this some other time, okay?
Someone at front door.
No.
-Forget it. -What are you doing?
Oh, hey. How are you?
Hello.
Why are you here?
-Can I come in? -No.
-My dad's home. I'd rather talk here. -Right. Um…
I'm sorry, Ari.
I acted like a caveman and an arrogant prick.
Wow.
Now, that's the way to begin a speech.
I also wanted to tell you that… I'd love to go to the ball with you.
And wait for you at the foot of the stairs,
with my arm out like this.
I was hoping that…
you'd invite me, if you still want to go with me.
Is that a yes?
I'm getting to know you a bit better.
Yes.
It's a yes.
Yeah?
That's great, then. Let's talk later.
-See you around. -Okay.
-Good night. -Good night.
Did Guzmán… talk to you about Ari?
He left my sister for her.
-Did he talk to Ander about her? -I don't know.
Did he talk to Samuel?
Samu!
How are you?
-How's it going? -All right.
You were right.
If anything was gonna happen with Ari and me, it was up to us.
Really?
I went to her house. We're going to the ball together.
That's awesome.
-You're not upset, are you? -Me?
Not at all.
No way.
Cool, 'cause you guys just had a one-night stand.
You're not into her.
What are you trying to say?
I just think Ari and I like each other.
And I wanted to know if you are okay with it.
I see. So why are you involving me in this?
Hey, I didn't want to--
It seems like you're trying to get with Ari to mess with me.
I knew you'd be pissed. You went after her to mess with me--
Enough! You're acting like it's me you're into, not her.
Ari is all yours. Just like everything else.
I don't get you.
-Good morning. -Hey.
Listen, I've been thinking, and…
I know you'll think this is old-fashioned. For the record, so do I.
But it could be fun and all.
Since one of us had to ask,
I just thought, "Come on, Rebe. You do it."
So… would you be my cavalier?
I can't.
I'm sorry. I just have to…
What is it?
Nothing. I just have to work. I don't like depending on Benjamín.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
Not here.
Why?
You need to tell me about these rules you and your boyfriend have.
It was just sex.
What happened?
-Why? -Because I want to know.
What happened?
He texted me when I got in the taxi.
You decided to go when you were at my place.
-No. -You did.
I made up my mind in the taxi.
Hey, hottie.
How did he come on to you?
We tell each other everything, and I catch you with this bullshit.
Seriously?
This is the Patrick tequila drinking method.
First…
you lick the salt.
Then he licked my neck.
He put salt on me
and put some lemon on my fingers.
And finally…
We started getting turned on right there at the bar.
And stuff.
What stuff?
We fucked.
So, you went for it.
-Does it matter? -Tell me.
He went to the restroom, and I followed him.
We closed the door, and we started making out.
Then I unbuttoned his shirt, and I started kissing him all over.
Hey, if we're naked, it is cheating.
Until I reached his dick, and I started sucking him off.
Then he put me against the wall and fucked me.
Until we both came.
I don't get it.
Are you mad or turned on?
Omar, it was just sex. That's it.
Did you at least use a condom?
Of course. Who do you think I am?
I honestly don't know anymore.
Can I ask you not to do it again?
Sure.
Good.
Want some?
The best in Madrid.
I got it from the owner of that bar, the Speakeasy.
She sold you the coke?
What are you doing?
I need to go.
Where do you need to go?
I need cash.
I'll make it up to you next time, okay?
Coming!
Is Rebeka home?
Who the fuck do you think you--?
What's all that?
We're going to look fabulous.
Awesome.
We'll be turning heads so far that necks will break.
Where are you going?
To a party a classmate is throwing.
I won't be long. Shall we?
You're so pretty.
I know you're dealing again.
Rebeka doesn't know.
Mencía, are you coming?
I guess we'll be the first daughter-in-law and mother-in-law to get along well, huh?
I love how we send messages through fashion.
What message am I sending with this dress?
Come.
That the night is yours.
And we'll be killing it on Instagram.
I'm nervous.
Don't worry. I'll go wait with the other cavaliers now.
Okay.
Shit.
Wow. Handsome!
Well, well…
-Handsome. -How are you?
-Fine. You? -Can you charge this for me?
A glass of cava, please.
Sure.
I've been checking the place out.
There are beds with headboards
where you could tie me up using my bow tie.
Stop it, Patrick.
But you like fucking me.
This could destroy my relationship. Don't you get it?
Ander…
I told you that saying no to me was more dangerous than saying yes.
Over here, Phillipe!
Phillipe.
Please!
-Thank you. -Who's your date?
BEDROOM
Are you okay?
What's wrong?
Do you want to be called "grumpy girl" on social media?
How would you react if you found out I'd filmed you while we fucked?
-What? -Why did you film us?
Will you send it to your friends?
Do you have a group chat
where you share videos of you guys fucking commoners?
-Huh? -Do you use it to jerk off? What's it for?
Cayetana, it was a security measure, okay?
Do you think I'm some sort of international terrorist?
I'll tell you later, okay? In private.
Cayetana, let me explain, please.
Let me explain, please. Listen to me.
What?
Look, I met a girl, okay?
She was charming, like you. And I liked her a lot, like you.
But she was more into my royal status than into me.
I guess a prince is the perfect target for false accusations of sexual assault
and to blackmail to make a fortune.
That does not give you the right to film me without my consent.
That is sexual assault, Phillipe.
Sometimes, security calls for certain exceptions.
So you film me, you insult me by calling me a whore--
What? I never called you anything like that.
You didn't?
Do you want to know what they do call you?
-No. -They say you're a con artist.
A liar. Listen to me.
A murderer's ex-girlfriend, possibly his accomplice.
I don't know if I should say I found out thanks to my intelligence services
or the restrooms of Las Encinas.
Listen to me.
-Don't touch me. -Listen to me, please, Cayetana.
-Cayetana. -What?
Look, you're intelligent, you're fun, and you know what you want.
And I really like you.
So despite everything I heard about you,
I still want to get to know you and hear your side of the story.
Now you decide if you still want to get to know me.
When I've saved up the money I'm planning on saving,
we could move in together.
-We could? -Yeah.
Where?
Wherever you want.
Fine.
But to be honest, right now,
I'm quite happy at home with my mom.
Oh, well…
What would you think if I moved out first and made room for you?
I think I'm gonna get some drinks so we can think it over, you know?
This is Sandra, Rebe's mom.
Honey, for your own sake and for Rebeka's, don't even think of threatening me.
You don't want to threaten me. Especially if my daughter is involved.
Have I made myself clear?
Who was that?
Nobody. It was nothing.
Oops.
ANDER, WE NEED TO TALK
COME, PLEASE
ANDER, I WON'T GIVE UP ON YOU
I'M NOT A QUITTER
Omar, give me my phone.
I'm going home.
Why?
I'm exhausted.
Will you be long?
I need to wait until this is over and then clean up.
See you later.
-Snooping on Ander's phone? -Leave him alone.
Leave us both alone.
I can get out of the way, but he might come to me.
You texted him, and he's not here.
But you are.
Ander and I… make you jealous or make you envious?
I can only think of one way to improve this position.
Hey, pal.
Jesus fucking Christ.
What are you doing, Samu?
-And you? -I'm serving a drink.
You're getting my girl drunk so she'll get with you again.
-Excuse me? -Look, I'm not interested.
That's right, laugh. What a jerk.
What?
Come with me.
-Don't drag me around like that. -Come.
Fine.
I can't tell what the worst part of that sentence is.
"You're getting my girl drunk so she'll get with you again."
-Your girl? -I meant, "my date tonight."
Right, so I'm basically a pushover
who can be manipulated into hooking up with guys.
Sorry. Your pushover. Because I'm also yours.
Ari, it's not like that.
We came here together. I don't see the problem.
Then we're off to a bad start.
Do you want to be with me or not?
That depends.
It depends on whether or not you'll be a caveman one day,
apologize the next, and then brandish your club again.
Do you know what I mean?
You're right.
-You're saying that to shut me up. -I'm not, Ari. I'm apologizing.
I'll learn.
Step by step.
It also depends on if you kiss me.
You're talking about a relationship, and you haven't even kissed me.
I know.
-Should I do it? -No, I'll do it. I got nervous.
Okay.
You look nervous.
Are you scared she'll wake up and talk?
No.
I'm worried that she won't.
What if she doesn't wake up?
Then we won't be looking for an assailant.
We'll be looking for a murderer.