How are you doing?
Who did this?
Stay calm, honey.
The doctors said you'll get your memory back little by little.
It took me over 20 years to get a Las Encinas girl into bed.
And I had to pay her.
-I used to go to your school. -You did?
Yeah.
Don't worry. Some of us turn out okay.
Mind if I give your number to someone?
Who?
A friend. I told him good things about you.
Didn't you want to grow your business?
Yeah, actually.
It'd be in this room, all expenses paid.
Just like it is with me.
Not exactly.
I'll be charging your friend double.
I want you on the debate team.
When I first got here, you did a nice job defending your friend Shanaa.
I think you've got talent.
And if you used it for good causes,
you could become… a brilliant lawyer, for example.
I'm not sure I want to be a lawyer.
You'll need to work very hard every single day after school.
Hang on. I work at the Lake Club every day after school.
Then you'll quit.
-How much do you make? -Why?
The school could offer you 25% more for secretarial or IT work,
and you'd be able to do debate team.
Excuse me for asking,
but are you trying to help me?
-He said I'm good at it. -He must want something from you.
They don't offer that stuff to people like you.
People like me?
He wanted to kick you out because he said you didn't deserve to be here.
Now he says I could be a brilliant lawyer.
And you seriously believe him?
-What are you laughing at? -Come on, Samu…
-All right. Let's go. -Don't be mad, okay?
What's up, Gonza?
Samuel, make sure Mencía isn't coming.
-Why? -I've got a surprise for her.
You're so nosy. What's this?
"Suite 428."
"Gran Hotel Brenwhorf."
Tomorrow.
Shit.
-Why didn't I switch to girls sooner? -I must have done something well.
Yeah, now that I think of it, you did a great job of messing it up, pal.
Wanna hang out tomorrow? I'm free.
How about today? I have plans with someone tomorrow.
Oh, who? Can't you reschedule for me?
I'm free today, not tomorrow.
Never mind. Forget it. I can't meet up tomorrow either.
Just a second. Almost done.
Coffee?
-Like that'll make everything okay? -I deleted it.
Your video.
I deleted it this morning.
You still filmed me without my consent.
It had nothing to do with you. I swear.
I don't trust anyone.
Look, Phillipe, let's end things now because this was never going to work.
You're a prince, and I'm the fucking janitor.
There's no planet or parallel universe where this would've worked out.
-Especially not after you taped me. -Let me fix things.
Let me show you the person behind the title.
Maybe I'm not interested in him.
Maybe I got close to him just because he was a prince.
And you got close to me because I was easy prey.
-No. -Yes.
-Just another groupie. -No.
Cayetana…
We're done.
You go your way, I'll go mine.
Be grateful we're in the library, not the showers.
Stop it, please.
I'm not doing anything.
Do I have to do this the hard way?
Chill, okay?
It was sex, not a marriage proposal.
You don't give a shit 'cause you have nobody to care about.
Ander.
Look, whatever his problem is,
the three of us can work it out just by talking it over.
Yeah, right.
He won't even look at me. You think he'll want to see you?
Well, we can try.
Just get the three of us together, and I promise you, I'll fix this.
Trust me.
-How about we go somewhere quiet? -Let's just stay for a while.
-Please. -Just for a little while. Come on.
-What are you doing? -Look. Your turn.
-No damn way. -Come on. Take it off.
Come on.
What the fuck, Ander?
Patrick!
Hey. How's it going?
What's up?
You don't need clothes to be happy, huh?
Did you plan to meet here or something?
No, I swear.
-I'm leaving, man. -No, stay a little while.
-No way. I'm beat. -Why the rush?
Don't worry about that.
I have something that will lift you up off the ground.
What is it? Magic?
No.
It's G.
What's that?
-GHB. -One squirt, and it's goodbye fatigue.
Well, goodbye fatigue, repression, shame… everything.
It can't be worse than chemo.
People die using that stuff.
What? Now you're worried about letting loose?
What a surprise.
Listen, Omar.
I said no!
It'd do us good to chill out a little.
I said no. Do what you want. I'm not interested.
-Want a squirt? -Sure.
Where did you get this?
So, you're searching my room now?
You got this from Rebeka?
Leave Rebe out of this.
-Her mom went to jail for drugs. -She's not involved!
So?
I'm not giving it back until you tell me how you got it.
You don't even know what the hotel card was for?
It could be anything.
Shit, and you're the new star of the debate team?
The others must really suck.
No, what I meant was--
I don't care what you meant. What's wrong with me? What's wrong?
What's my problem? You tell me, since you played me too.
I'm so sorry, Rebe.
People make mistakes. That has nothing to do with you.
Right.
It's not about what you do or don't do. The rest of us are to blame.
Just because the rest of us are assholes doesn't make you one.
Just the opposite.
Rebe,
you're an amazing girl.
That's the one thing you should be sure of.
Maybe you're not so bad at debating after all.
-Want some ice cream? -I want a ton.
-Good, because it's chocolate. -Right on.
-I come here all the time with my dad. -Yeah?
Hey.
Hello.
-Do you have a reservation? -Yes.
You look great.
Thanks.
Our coats, please.
Thanks, Samu.
I'm leaving.
No, Omar. Listen.
I can't go to bed right now. Look how high I am.
That's your problem, Ander.
Don't worry. I'll take care of him.
Omar!
Hey, try a little bit. It's so fun. You'll see.
I said no!
Omar, please. Listen to me.
Get as high as you want, but leave me alone!
Look on the bright side.
More for us.
I don't want any more.
Ander!
Patrick.
Watch out!
Shit. Give me a hand.
Patrick.
Omar!
Move!
Shit!
Patrick!
Close the door.
I'm gonna puke.
God damn it, Ander.
What are you doing?
Taking you to the shower. It'll help you feel better.
Come on.
Help me out a little.
Feeling better?
Go to bed. I'll join you in a minute.
-Come on. -No.
-Move. -No.
Are you okay?
I'm cold.
Stay, please.
Okay, but make room for me.
-Why'd I repeat a year? -Yes.
-You sure do like asking questions. -Come on.
Excuse me. We're closing.
Your dad wants me to join debate team.
-Really? -Yeah.
I'm on it too.
Really?
But you can't join, right?
You don't have time, with work, school, and all.
I might join anyway.
Yeah? And what about this job?
That's my business.
-Would you like to pay now? -Yes, please.
Need a ride, or did you bike here?
I biked.
Samu.
Our coats, please.
Benjamín, I'm joining debate team.
We're late for class.
Omar. Are you working at the club tonight?
Yeah, why?
I need you to do me a favor.
Cut it out.
What's wrong?
Hangover.
Did you go out?
You said you couldn't.
Who are you hanging out with today?
I told you, I work so I don't have to live off Benjamín.
What type of work?
We both have a secret.
Mencía, you need to stop this.
Dad doesn't want you seeing Rebeka. Stop pushing his buttons.
Children shouldn't be blamed for what their parents are like.
-Rebeka shouldn't be blamed either. -Hello.
-Okay. Hi. -Hi.
-Shall we? -No, come in and say hi to my dad.
Come on.
Why are you here?
I'm meeting with your dad about the debate team.
Can't you meet at school?
He invited me over. What was I supposed to do?
Are you sure?
-I'm out of here. -Samuel!
I thought you had changed your mind.
Almost.
Come on in.
-Dad, say hi to Guzmán. -Yes, sure.
How are you? All good?
All good, Benjamín. Thank you.
-How about we talk in my office? -Sure.
Make me an espresso, Ari? Want anything?
Me?
Coffee with cream, please?
I also worked all kinds of jobs to pay for school.
What?
Do you think I had it easy?
I don't.
I can't even remember my dad.
I never met mine, so…
I was given a scholarship to a private college in London,
and well…
I was ecstatic when I got home.
And my mom,
the first thing she said was,
"Never forget that we are not like them."
"Like them," she said.
And from that day forward, I set out to prove
that there is no "them,"
and that the future belongs to those who deserve it.
Right?
I'm sure your mom was very proud of you.
Yours must be proud too.
Ari.
You'll be Samuel's partner.
What?
You'll be great partners on the debate team.
Yes.
Well, I'm going for a walk with Guzmán.
Thanks for the coffee.
No visitors.
Okay.
Get out of here.
What?
I don't want you to upset her.
-Hello? -Hi, Caye. It's Omar. How are you?
I'm just calling to confirm your reservation at the Lake Club tonight.
What?
Good evening, madam.
Omar, what's all this? Why is the place empty?
Your table is ready. If you'll follow me.
Omar--
Here you are.
Welcome.
May I?
Okay.
Thank you.
You look amazing.
Look, Omar, I'm leaving. This is--
Good evening.
No way.
Petit apéritif.
What are you doing?
I'm so sorry, madam, but… you must be mistaking me for someone else.
I'm only your waiter.
Playing waiter for a night won't change how I see you.
-Everything to your liking? -You listening?
No, please. It's my first day.
I see.
-Not cold enough. -It isn't?
Sorry for the inconvenience. I'll bring a new bottle. Anything else?
Yes, my napkin.
It's dirty.
Sorry, I'll bring you a new one.
Will you speak my language, please?
-Would you like a recommendation? -From the menu?
Let me see.
I think I know what I'd like.
Great. What is it?
Trust.
That's what I want. Some trust.
It had nothing to do with you personally.
I don't care about anyone else.
You made me second-guess myself.
And I don't know about you, but that night we spent together…
I forgot who we were.
We were just you and me, naked, and I forgot.
And I'd like you to be able to forget too.
I'm sorry.
Will you forgive me?
I'M COMING TO THE CLUB TO SEE YOU
I'M VERY BUSY. IT'S BETTER IF YOU DON'T.
Lovebirds.
Go on, get moving. I need to clean up before anyone comes.
Come on!
I know what you're thinking. This isn't a third date.
-It's not? -No.
This is just a little show I put on, like a fool.
Oh, great.
Our third date will be now, at my place.
If you want.
I do.
Mencía?
Take it all off.
Aren't you forgetting something?
That's for one hour.
Let's not waste it then.
Pizza?
We agreed on sushi!
I brought one with tuna.
Dad, we said sushi!
Dad.
Is that how you defend your position in a debate?
-He'll tear you apart. -I can't believe this.
Where's Mencía?
-She left before I did. -Who was she meeting up with?
Rebeka, I think.
You let her go?
-Dad, I-- -I don't want her near that girl.
Hold on.
Rebe is one of the best people I know.
My daughter had 3,000 euros in her room.
What?
Where does a girl get 3,000 euros, hanging out with a dealer's daughter?
Care to connect the dots, García? Or should I?
She's not involved with that stuff anymore.
-I need to get that. -Hey!
Not now.
Hey, look. Let me go, okay?
What?
I've had enough of this game. Let me go.
Come on, now.
If you want to get paid, you need to act like a professional.
I told you I'm not a professional, so let me go.
Patrick, check if she's at the club or if anyone's seen her.
-Let's go to Parrilla's house. -She's not there.
Nobody asked you.
-I'll get the car keys. -Dad, don't drive in this state.
She's involved in something serious.
-I hope Guzmán isn't home yet. -I can drive your dad's car.
I'm going with Samuel.
-What? Why? -You need to stay here in case she calls.
Come on.
-Patrick? -Have you seen Mencía?
No. I've been here all night, and I haven't. Patrick!
Get out of there!
What the hell is he doing?
What's going on, man?
-Dammit! -Hey!
You.
Shit, you scared me.
What are you doing?
-What? -Are you after Omar now?
What are you talking about?
First you get in his bed, and now you turn up here?
My sister is missing.
Right, and I'm an idiot.
It's true, god damn it. Mencía is missing.
More than an idiot, you're blind.
Omar came looking for me.
At the ball.
You fucked him at the ball?
He fucked me, actually.
You must think our family is insane.
Not at all. My family--
We have reasons to be insane, though.
When Mencía was little,
she ran away from home.
We didn't notice until dinner.
My mom went out looking for her in her car with Patrick,
and soon it got dark.
My mom was really nervous, and…
they got in a car crash.
Patrick was bedridden for two years.
And my mom died instantly.
Shit.
My dad still hasn't gotten over it.
Three grand?
Did you give it to her?
What? Who do you think I am?
Mencía won't answer the phone, and we--
Are they worried?
I have to go. Ari's in the car.
Oh shit! The hotel key card.
Please, let me go.
Hey, can we stop?
Are you listening to me? Please.
Who is it?
Room service.
We didn't order anything.
It's a bottle of champagne, sir. It's on the house.
Leave it at the door!
Hey, I could go for some champagne.
Who are you?
Get out of here!
What the hell?
That's Rebe calling.
Mencía!
Where are you?
Fine, but are you okay?
Shit.
I'll see you at home. Hurry up.
Okay, bye.
Home, then?
Do you want some pizza?
Okay.
-It's not what it looks like. -Really?
Explain it to me then. This can only be one goddamn thing.
Not you too, please.
Rebe…
You know I do it so that…
I can get away from here.
Hopefully with you.
What's wrong with you? You think this is just a game?
I don't give a shit why you did it!
But that guy could have done anything to you.
Don't look at me like that.
Please.
Not you.
Don't ever fucking scare me like that again, you brat.
Ari.
Samuel García?
What?
-Come with us. -What's wrong?
-Come on. -What's wrong?
Ari!
What…? Ari!
Ari!