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So, according to you...

everything started with the arrival of the new students.

When a new species is introduced into an ecosystem, it always alters it.

The new species can devastate the flora and fauna of a place,

breed endlessly,

or cause more subtle changes which end up perverting everything.

[officer] Are you referring to the scholarship kids

as if they were another species?

I'm trying to pretend that Marina is not...

is not dead.

[teacher] Social networks are the way we have nowadays

of introducing ourselves to others, right?

What we show, or what we hide,

-says a lot about who we are. -[chuckles]

And this is what the pair work I want you to do is about.

I want you to create...

your partner's profile for a social network.

But wasn't this a language and literature class?

Welcome to Las Encinas, man.

We can demonize social networks, like other schools do, but...

but we can also use them to learn.

Please, make the most of this opportunity to investigate, to research your partner.

And most of all, adapt it to your goal. What is it, Christian?

I just have a question. What can I improve in my profile? Nothing!

-[in English] It's perfect! -[Lu, in Spanish] It can be better.

When Martín said privilege and intelligence, he didn't mean you.

Boom! Take that.

[Martín] Guys... [knocks on desk] Please, be creative.

Use photos, video, interviews, whatever you want.

You have all the school's resources at your disposal. Okay?

-[school bell rings] -[Martín] Hey, hey, hey!

Nobody leaves without a partner. Choose one and come by my desk.

Here's your chance.

To do what?

What do you mean, "what"? Our plan for Miss Palestine.

Go and tell her you want to work with her.

You are with me, right?

That way, I get to see you a bit more. You've been avoiding me lately.

[chuckles] What a silly thing to say. Of course we'll work together.

So, want to work together?

You won't have much to do, I'm telling you. My profile rules.

And once we upload some photos of your trophies and the girls you get,

yours will be ready in no time. [whispering] Then we can smoke.

-[whispering] Shh! Shut up! -[inhales]

Samuel!

We can work together if you want.

You and I?

Okay. [chuckles softly]

Want to work together?

-But we have nothing in common. -[Guzmán] Even better.

That way, we can learn more about each other.

-[flames whoosh] -Damn!

-[plates clattering] -[Samu] Nano, are those burgers ready?

Almost there, almost there. Why the hurry?

Hurry! I told them you had experience, and people are complaining.

-[Nano] Don't bust my balls. -[Samu] Hurry.

[plates clattering]

[Nano] Here you are.

We were so happy in this town without these damn snobs!

I don't know where she is. I think Carla is avoiding me.

You must have done something.

You're nuts if you don't take care of her. You won't find another one like her.

I've told you before, haven't I?

-Huh? -[phone chimes]

Put your phone down, please. We are here!

-It's my dad. He wants me to train. -[Samu] Sorry.

Hey, waiter, thank you.

-I've had faster service. -[Samu] Sorry, the kitchen staff's new.

I wish you were as good at your job as you are at making excuses.

This is overcooked.

You know I can't answer back here. That's why you're doing this.

-Is he talking to me? -[Ander] Just eat it. It looks good.

[pots clanging in kitchen]

She's seen my WhatsApp. See? It's blue. Why won't she answer?

I get it, I get it.

-Is it clear? -Yes.

Nano, what's going on?

Nothing.

Besides, they are leaving, right?

That's up to you.

Give me time. [panting]

Good afternoon.

-Nano, can you tell me what's going on? -Samu, it's nothing.

Uh...

Forget it.

Okay, guys, I'm leaving.

You're leaving? How come?

Gotta train, I told you.

-But finish your food. -If I do, I'll be late.

-See you tomorrow. -See you tomorrow.

Should I write to her again or... send her an audio message?

I'll send her an audio message. An audio message. Yes.

[thunder rumbles]

[piano music playing]

-[flicks lighter] -[Omar] Hey.

How much do you want?

It's good, you'll see.

[Omar] Hey. We can finish this one if you want.

Can I ask you a question?

[sighs]

If it's about the other night, it's better if you don't.

I was drunk.

And... I wanted to try.

Just to try.

Guys... are... not my thing.

[speaking Latin]

-What? -You wanted to suck my dick.

[both chuckle]

[both breathing heavily]

Come.

[thunder rumbles]

You okay?

Shit. They're freezing.

What are you doing?

Putting it on the seat, so you're more comfortable.

What is it? Thought the Muslim guy was gonna rob you, or what?

[chuckles softly]

No, no, it's not that, but...

I don't feel comfortable.

Let's stop.

What is it?

It was you who wanted to.

Dude...

-Are you really freaking out now? -No, but, leave me alone, okay? I'm going.

[thunder rumbles]

[officer] How was your relationship with the new kids?

-Normal, nothing out of the ordinary. -And with Omar?

He's a friend.

Ander. What's up, man?

Hey.

-How was training yesterday? -Good, good.

Very good. My father's cracking the whip,

-but good. -[Guzmán] Okay.

[students chattering]

Listen, you know you can tell me anything, right?

Sure, I know.

I mean, because we've been friends all our lives.

Yes.

I'm off to train.

[Samu] Now, a hobby.

Samuel, you've been recording for ten minutes.

[Samu] Give me a hobby, and I'm done.

[laughing] Seriously, I didn't plan to work so hard on my part.

I thought they strove for excellence here.

-Tell me something I don't know. -Fine, but not here. I'd feel awkward.

Let's go.

["Hundred Miles" playing]

[laughing]

-[Marina] Come on! -[Samu] What are we doing here?

Don't ask. We have ten minutes before the basketball team arrives.

And you should know, I've shown this to very few of my friends.

-[player clicks] -["Hundred Miles" playing on speaker]

Now I'm ready.

-Are you recording? -[Samu] I'm recording.

You'll end up with a really damn awesome project.

♪ You and me is more Than the gray sky ♪

-[song continues over camcorder] -♪ You and me is more than lonely days ♪

Why did you make these videos?

For a school project.

♪ You and me is more Than a hundred miles ♪

♪ You and me is more Than the gray sky ♪

That's all.

Marina loved to dance.

-[school bell ringing] -["Hundred Miles" continues playing]

♪ You and me is more than lonely days ♪

♪ It's our time to go Dance, dance with me, one more time ♪

Siblings?

One. You met him. Nano.

Nano. And, how is it going in the kitchen at La Cabaña?

For him, or for me since he's been there?

[laughs] Okay. I'm writing you get along famously.

We could lie there, right?

Then you write that I get along with mine.

-[chuckles softly] -[typing]

Look, I'm happy my brother is out of jail.

It's just that sometimes...

What?

Never mind, let's not get intense. Photos. Do we use what we have, or take new ones?

[laughs] I can dance, but posing for photos is entirely different.

Let me see.

This folder.

-Yes, that one. -Okay.

This one's really cool. What are you talking about?

This one's not bad. The problem is none of them show your face.

-That's normal. [laughs] -Normal, yeah, right.

CONSTRUCTION COMPANY NUNIER, INC. RESPONSIBLE FOR COLLAPSE

OF SAN ESTEBAN SECONDARY SCHOOL

[suspenseful music playing]

ENTREPRENEUR VENTURA NUNIER INVOLVED IN FURIA SCANDAL

[Samu] What's this?

Sorry. I opened something I shouldn't have.

It's no secret he's my father, right?

Why do you have all those articles?

Well... [sighs] Because...

It doesn't matter. Let's do this later, okay?

[school bell rings]

[phone chimes]

-[boy] See you tomorrow, Carla. -Bye.

-Hi, babe. -[chuckles softly]

See? No problem.

Cool. I didn't want to complicate things with your boyfriend.

Don't worry. We are only texting.

Fine. I'll go smoke a joint, and we'll chat.

-What did he say? -[chuckles]

The poor thing is clueless.

He's afraid if you see us talking, you'll suspect and get jealous.

Me? Jealous of that guy?

He's more muscle than brain, and can't tell the difference--

-[moans] -Of course not.

-How about we do it again? -Huh?

With Christian. I'm so glad you persuaded me to do it.

-I didn't persuade you. -I want to do it again.

Say yes, please.

We'll talk later, okay?

Okay.

-So, how do we go about this? Do you-- -Shh!

You come to my place, or do I go to yours?

My parents wouldn't like me to be seen with you.

[Guzmán] They don't know me.

All my friends' mothers say I'd be the perfect son-in-law.

For my parents, the perfect son-in-law prays five times a day, facing Mecca.

Do you do it?

[Nadia] Yes. It helps me find myself.

We don't have to get married. It's just a project.

Can't we work on it during breaks?

Here, I've written some questions. Answer them by tomorrow.

And we're done. We'll talk tomorrow.

Wow.

I think Miss Palestine is not going to make it easy for you.

If I were you... I'd put in a little more effort, honey.

[girl] Shh!

-[whispering] Please! -Shut up.

[footsteps fading]

Excuse us.

-We have this project-- -Shh!

[birds tweeting]

[dance music playing over radio]

-Hi. -[man] Hi.

I'm looking for Samuel.

He's on a break. Out back.

-That way. -Thanks.

[Nano muttering]

Hey.

Hey, what's going on?

-I was looking for your brother. -And you found me.

It's becoming a habit.

Damn! [chuckles]

How's everything here?

Fantastic. I'm a total chef.

I can tell.

[sighs]

[Marina] Hello.

They told me you were out here.

-Want some? -[chuckles] No, thanks. Enjoy.

Listen... Sorry I left like that.

Don't worry.

Want to work on the project?

My name is Marina, and as you know, I like to dance.

But what I would really like to do is make documentaries.

Do investigative reports.

The truth is, that it has always been my dream.

Although now, I don't know...

Why not?

How could I call myself a journalist

if I have the chance to expose somebody, and I don't do it?

Nobody's going to blame you for not wanting to ruin your father.

Not even if I had proof that clearly incriminates him?

Hmm?

In my home, there's a safe in my dad's office that has money in it.

And, about a year ago,

I needed to take some.

We all know the combination. It's my date of birth.

So, I opened the safe...

and there were photos,

documents, and some emails.

They were addressed to a government official.

My father was telling him that, because the budget was so tight,

the materials might not be of the best quality.

Was that my school's project?

I don't know, but I think something similar happened with your school.

[sniffs]

Now you know more than any of my friends.

Don't even think about using that in the project, okay?

Of course I will! It's going next to the part about you liking to dance.

-That you have a corrupt father. -Don't even joke about that.

-I will! -[man] Samuel.

Break is over.

-See you tomorrow. -See you tomorrow.

Waiter!

Bye, thanks.

[Guzmán] Hi, how are you? Go ahead, please.

Hello.

[chimes jingle]

-Good afternoon. -Why are you here? What do you want?

I want to introduce myself to your parents. Hi, how are you?

Guzmán Nunier, pleased to meet you.

-I go to school with your daughter. -Hello.

I came to ask you if I can do a project with her.

It's best if you leave.

Why? What's the matter?

That I'm not a Muslim? That my father is who he is? What is it?

I said we'd work on the project during breaks.

What's the problem? Who's his father?

-Dad... Guzmán, go. -My father paid for her scholarship.

It would be best if you let me stay... and work on the project with her.

[scoffs] Why have you come here? To insult me?

Do you know, because of your father, my son and many like him

have to travel 30 km to go to school?

Do you know how many children could have died?

Sir, I've come in good faith,

to ask if I can work with your daughter. That's all.

Go.

Enough, Guzmán.

What do I have to buy so you let me stay here and explain it to you?

[chimes jingle]

What's going on?

[Nadia] Guzmán, please. Go.

[officer] We know this is a very difficult time.

But we need to ask you some questions.

How was your relationship with your sister?

What kind of question is that?

I loved her very much.

-[door squeaks] -Hi, sweetie.

Have you taken your medication?

Listen, if you have any discomfort,

any nausea or whatever, you tell me, okay?

[sighs]

-Hi, Mommy. -[mother] Hi, sweetie.

-Are you okay? -[mother] Yes. Your sister.

You know Mom only talks about my medication

when she mixes anxiety meds with alcohol?

[Guzmán] You know it's hard for her, Marina.

[scoffs] Like it's a picnic for me?

[Guzmán] Hey.

Hey, Marina.

-[sighs] -What did we say?

Huh? [smooches]

Through good times, bad times, and...?

[sniffles] And times that are really fucked up.

[both chuckle]

[door grinds]

["Te miro" playing]

What are you doing here? No one's watching the shop.

I'm going. Don't worry.

-[Nadia] Keep an eye on it. -All right, nag.

[phone chimes]

HI, ARE YOU STILL FREAKED OUT?

[Marina] In my home, there's a safe in my dad's office that has money in it.

We all know the combination. It's my date of birth.

So it's no problem to open it. [laughs]

What are you doing, huh?

Recording fancy girl in your free time?

-It's for a school project. -A school project.

How modern. Come on, Spielberg, it's dinnertime.

[computer chimes]

GORGEOUS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

WAITING FOR YOU IN MY BED... THINKING OF YOU

[computer chimes]

DON'T SAY THAT, YOU ARE KILLING ME...

[call alert plays]

-Hi, hon. -Hi.

-What are you doing? -Chatting with Christian.

-What's he saying? -Not much.

But it was getting interesting.

Do you want to join me so it gets better?

I'm sure we'll have a good time. What do I tell him?

Tell him you are playful only with those who know how to play.

And ask him if he knows how to play.

And if he's willing to go all the way.

You are into this!

He wants to know what my boyfriend would think if he knew.

That you're a naughty girlfriend. And you want to be worse than naughty.

[breathing heavily]

[Carla] I am a naughty girlfriend.

-[typing] -And I want to be... worse than naughty.

[Carla] What would you do to me if I were there with you?

[computer chimes]

[breathing heavily] I'd treat you like a queen.

Tell him you already have your boyfriend for that.

-[typing] -Now I want other things.

[Carla] He says...

"I'm so turned on."

[computer chimes]

-Should I go on? -[Polo] Until he comes.

[piano playing]

[Guzmán] Hey, you.

-Yes, you. -[Christian] Christian.

[Guzmán] Whatever your name is. I have a question.

Do you know this guy? I think he's Muslim.

-Nadia's brother? -Yes, Omar.

-Why? Who told you about him? -Ander, he told me about him.

Buddy, you want to score? Wow, I didn't think you smoked, but...

-I imagine we all have our vices, huh? -Right. And what exactly does he sell?

-He has grass, paki, pollen, acorns-- -Acorns?

Another kind of hash, dude. Softer.

-They're drugs, right? Shh! -Joints.

Whatever you want, he can get it.

Just call me, and I'll give you his number, okay?

So, already thinking of planting a bomb, right?

-[Nadia] On your face! -[Christian imitates Arabic]

...on your face!

Hi, Nadia.

Listen, sorry about yesterday.

-It got out of hand. -You don't deserve to talk to me.

What were you thinking?

I swear I went with the best intentions to show your father I am a good person.

Nailed it.

After all, arrogance runs through your veins.

Nadia. Nadia!

Good morning!

How can I make it up to you?

[huffs] Relax.

And nothing.

I finished the project without you.

The information I had was enough to complete your profile.

[Guzmán] Martín.

I have a question.

It's about the project.

Nadia says she's finished,

but I really think it's incomplete.

-May I? [clears throat] -Yes, of course.

[students chattering]

Is-- is this all you have?

Four photos and...

I don't know. How much more does one need to introduce oneself on social media?

Uh, Nadia, I think there's something you haven't understood.

At this school, we take projects very seriously.

They are as important, or even more, than exams. This is a demanding exercise.

Guys, I thought I had explained myself clearly.

When I read your profiles, I want to get a clear idea of who your partner is.

You're making too much effort, Martín,

for someone who doesn't deserve much attention.

[Martín] No, I'm not making too much of an effort.

I just think she can do it, and she can be the best in the class.

You all can, if you try.

[suspenseful music playing]

[Marina] The emails were addressed to a government official.

My father was telling him that, because the budget was so tight,

the materials might not be of the best quality.

I can't stop thinking about our conversation yesterday.

[chuckles] It was very instructive.

-We should put it into practice. -Whenever you want. I'm all yours.

At your place or mine? Yours would be better.

You're gonna meet up with this moron?

-What about Polo? -Guzmán, mind your own business.

I am. My friend's girlfriend is my business.

-Not at all. -You heard her, man. Go away.

You can't order me around in my school.

Too bad your school is also my school. Besides, we are both asking you, so... go.

Let me explain this to you, you idiot.

Neither you nor anybody from your shitty town

can say anything to me. You know why? Because to me, you don't exist.

Maybe hitting you would confirm my existence.

Hey! What are you doing?

This nobody is trying to steal your girlfriend.

Oh, "your girlfriend," "my school," "my rules." Fuck, man...

your concept of property is a bit much.

Come on, if I get the girl, it's because she wants it.

You calm down, too.

-Sorry, babe. -Say something! He's calling her "babe"!

[stuttering] Look, don't... Let's go, Guzmán. Please.

-[chuckles] -That's enough.

So, at your place, then? We'll talk.

[sighs] Why are you so calm while I defend your girlfriend?

Why did you get involved?

Because he's stealing her right in front of you, don't you see?

Don't be so old-fashioned. You sound like a Neanderthal.

Whatever you say, but I know what I saw.

-So put an end to this, Polo-- -Guzmán, it's arranged.

She's hooking up with him because I want her to.

It's a game, okay?

Let's see, Polo...

What the fuck do you get from this game?

But, Guzmán, we are using him.

She hooks up with him, yes, but I tell her what to do with him.

And while they do it...

I watch them.

[laughs] But, man...

Shit, all right, all right.

I didn't know things between you two were that bad.

-But-- -Listen, what if Carla falls for him?

Anyway...

End this as soon as possible, Polito.

Okay?

[door opens]

Martín?

I have a question. May I come in?

-Yes, of course. -[Lu] Thank you.

I know that...

with the new students getting into the school, and...

being at a great disadvantage,

it's logical for you to pay more attention to them.

I don't know how to put it so it doesn't sound so rude.

Uh, don't worry, I'm sure you'll find the words. Tell me.

[sighs] Do you think...

it's okay to pay more attention to a girl with such archaic and non-feminist values?

Are you asking me to discriminate?

No, just telling you not to pay so much attention to her.

I mean, she doesn't pay your salary. The rest of the parents do.

I am your teacher, Lu, not your employee.

And I'm telling you that your contract is renewed every year.

And that the idea of the new students getting into the school was not...

popular with our parents. It was all just a front.

[in English] Thank you. [in Spanish] Think about it.

Whose side are you on? Have a good day.

I wish those three had never come to the school, that's all.

-Do you hate them so much? -I'm not the only one, I can assure you.

[panting]

Hello.

Hello.

-What are you doing here? -Shall we work?

[Guzmán] Let's.

Do you want to take some pictures since we have good lighting here?

-Don't be shy, tell me how to pose. -I think this is stupid.

[camera clicks]

Let me see.

Is this how you see me? Only this?

Don't be afraid to sexualize me. Relax, take a couple more.

Get dressed.

[scoffs] You are so boring, really.

-What are you doing? -There's no one here.

Since we are here, and you're not looking at me...

-at least ask me questions, okay? -[sighs] Well... I don't know.

Why were you hell-bent on working on this project with me?

To make fun of me?

Since you're not taking pictures of me, I'll take one of you. Stand there.

-There's good lighting. -[sighs]

-[clears throat] -Let's see.

Turn around.

Turn slightly to your left.

-To your left, Nadia! Are you dyslexic? -[both laugh]

[camera clicks]

-I should delete it. -Why?

It doesn't say anything about you. I don't have a damn clue who you are.

[chuckles softly] I'll wait for you outside.

What happened?

Some men came asking for Nano.

I didn't let them in, and they forced the door open.

-[Samu] Let me get this-- -Nothing happened.

They only meant to scare her, that's all.

-I told her it won't happen again. -Was it the guys from La Cabaña?

Who from La Cabaña?

-What about La Cabaña? -Come.

Who from La Cabaña? What mess did you get into?

Shut the door.

Tell me, Nano.

Do you think it's normal for some junkies to come here and threaten mom?

I owe a lot of money, Samu. A lot.

What are you saying? You just got out of jail.

I owe it to people there. To the people who protected me.

-I promised them a lot of money. -What are you saying?

-What are you saying? -That things were messed up there.

And I had to find a way to get by.

Look at the present they gave me.

I didn't tell you so as not to scare you. But now I need to pay up.

If something happens to me, I don't care. That's my problem.

-But I can't let anything happen to you. -Are you serious, Nano?

Do I look like I'm joking?

Help me.

How?

[sighs] I saw what fancy girl told you.

About her father's papers.

Help me get them. I can sell them, blackmail him.

You're telling me you used my computer when I've told you a thousand--

Can you think of a better way to get 40,000 bucks?

If you can, tell me.

Nano, you are on goddamn parole. I can't let you do that.

If I don't do it, we are fucked.

Mom... you, and I.

Brother, I'm screwed.

I'll do it myself.

I'll get you the papers.

-Hi. -Hello.

[huffs] Fuck!

Looking for this?

You have no right to search my room. How did you find it?

Guzmán, a good friend of yours.

Do you know what can happen if you test positive for drugs?

It's the second time I've bought.

And why? Why do you want to ruin your career?

-Come on, it's just a joint. -You are an idiot.

This is the last time.

[toothbrush whirring]

-[Polo] Carla. -Mm-hmm?

[spits] I think we should drop this thing with Christian.

-Why? -I've been talking to Guzmán.

Shit.

As I was telling him about it, I realized how stupid it sounded.

What are we doing?

Polo, are we really going to stop experimenting and having fun

because of what your friend thinks?

Mm... [spits] Besides, we all know what he's like.

And also, we are playing with fire.

It's not normal.

It's not normal for people our age to do these things. It's not.

And that's it.

-Right? -Since when have you and I been normal?

My mom is a wine-making marchioness,

and your mothers are a pair of rich and mega-influential lesbians.

You and I are anything but normal.

I don't know.

You don't want to relive the other day? Or yesterday?

-Because I can't stop thinking about it. -[chuckles]

And I know you.

I know you feel the same.

[stuttering] I don't know if it's the same.

Our lives are already written. And I'm not saying they are bad lives.

But, why not stray from the script, at least a little bit?

I don't know, Carla.

-What don't you know? -I don't know.

-What? That you love me? -Huh?

-I do love you. -I love you.

-And you? Do you love me? -[both] I love you.

[both moaning]

[both chuckle]

[moans and sighs]

Wait in the lobby. We'll continue talking in a while. Thank you.

Polo, you may come in.

[Polo] Sorry, why do you want to talk to me?

They are questioning everybody, don't worry.

[kisses]

-[whispers] They suspect Guzmán. -[footsteps fading]

[students chattering]

[inaudible]

Yeah.

Really? Yes.

Good morning!

Good morning.

-Good morning. -[Marina] You seem a bit sluggish.

I'm a little tired.

I have to show you what I've done. I have your profile almost ready.

I am still a bit stuck with yours.

[chuckles] How come?

If you want, we can work on it this afternoon at my place.

Sure.

The thing is, my mother is at home. It may be better to do it at yours.

Of course.

-Are you okay? -Yes. I'm still sleepy.

-What the fuck, man? -[Guzmán] Hey, calm down.

Do you know how much shit I'm in?

I'm worried about you. You're my friend.

Then you should talk to me, not snitch to my parents.

You know how I am when it comes to drugs.

-After what happened with my sister. -Guzmán, get over it already!

Get over what happened to your sister! And stop messing with the rest of us.

[officer] Would you say Guzmán is violent?

You suspect Guzmán?

Guzmán wouldn't hurt his sister, or anybody else.

[Samu] It's just a draft.

If you want, we can change the whole thing.

I don't know. I feel a little exposed, Samuel.

Besides, you end it by saying:

"Sad, intelligent eyes which seem to have suffered too much."

Is it too much?

Maybe I'm putting on an act, and I'm a bored rich girl

who thinks too much of herself.

-["Feelings" playing over radio] -Why would you do something like that?

To keep guys away and avoid being upended by love again.

I've never felt that.

[sighs] You're not missing out, really.

You don't want it to happen again?

[chuckles] I don't know, it scares me.

♪ I keep on drifting away ♪

What are you scared of?

[Guzmán] Hello. How are you?

[Marina] Hi. What are you doing here?

How did you let him convince you?

-She's only here to work on the project. -So is Samu.

-Hello. -Hello.

Okay, we're off. We don't want to bother you.

[Marina] Okay.

Psst, Nadia.

Don't let him tease you too much. Whistle if you need me, okay?

Guzmán!

Honey, I'm calling you, and you're... You're not answering.

I don't know what you're doing, or where you are.

Please call me when you get this, okay?

[birds chirping]

So?

Why are you being so nice?

Am I a challenge, or a bet you made with your friends?

Let's see how long it takes the Muslim girl to fall for me.

What?

Is your self-esteem so low, you think I'd only get near you because of a bet?

Then I'm a challenge.

-The impossible turns you on. -I feel comfortable with you.

We have a lot in common.

[scoffs] Come now. I doubt that.

Well, you believe in your God, respect your parents. You are responsible.

Me too. Look.

[laughs] Here we go again!

See?

Only I wouldn't strip to show you I believe in Allah.

Put your shirt on. Or you'll catch cold.

We all have our resources, Nadia.

And it is true that I often use my body and my charm to get what I want.

Maybe, I don't quite believe someone could like me

just for what I think or feel.

Do you have your cell phone on you?

Want to take a picture?

No.

[gasps] No!

-What now? -Guzmán. [laughing]

Not so brave now, huh?

-Please! -Come on, laugh now!

-Come on, stop it. -Laugh at me now.

-Go on, laugh. -[Nadia] Please, Guzmán!

-[Nadia] No! -[Guzmán] Look.

-[Nadia] Please! -[Guzmán] No, no, no, no, no.

-[Guzmán] Come. -[Nadia] Guzmán! Please!

[Guzmán] I was winning.

[both laugh]

[Guzmán] Okay. Shall we continue?

-Can I use your bathroom? -Sure, it's right over there.

Right...

I don't feel so good, and it would be embarrassing...

-[laughs] Use the one downstairs. -Okay, thanks.

You still need a couple of photos here at the end, but it is ready.

[cell phone vibrates, beeps]

Hi, Dad.

[father] Hi, Nadia.

-Are you at school? -No.

I'm with Samuel, doing homework.

-Sure, with the waiter. -[father] Put him on.

-I want to ask him something. -Eh... Of course.

He's in the bathroom, one second.

-Shit, I have to find Samuel. -Go, go.

[Nadia] Marina!

-Have you seen Samuel? -He's in the bathroom.

-The one downstairs. -Shit!

Samuel.

-[father] Hello? You still there? -Hold on, Dad.

[keys beep]

What am I doing?

[Nadia] Samuel!

-Samuel! -[Samu] What?

It's my father.

-Tell him we are studying at your house. -[father] Hello?

Hi, Mr. Yusef, it's Samuel. We are at home working on something for school.

-We're almost done. -Why are you here?

I couldn't find the bathroom.

-It's down there! -[Samu] I couldn't find it.

Uh, Nadia will be there soon, okay?

[whistles loudly] Nice shack!

-Where's your mother? -[phone chimes]

ALMOST THERE

-She's rarely here. -[Christian] Of course.

I suppose marchionesses also have things to do.

-Hello, Mirella. -Hello.

Hello.

Yeah, well, she says they always have been social parasites

and a blight on this country, but she got into wine. [chuckles]

In making it, that is, not in drinking it.

Although every now and then, they open the odd bottle.

-I'll introduce you one day. -Okay. Cool.

-Wow, nice bathtub you marquises have! -["Bailar" playing on stereo]

[Carla chuckles]

[doorbell rings]

-Hello. -[Mirella] Hello.

Carla is expecting me.

Hey, you don't see me just as a sex object, right?

[chuckles]

[both moaning and panting]

[Polo] It's okay!

It's okay, don't worry. You can carry on. Let's look on the bright side, all right?

I'm more comfortable here than I was at Marina's.

Polo.

-What? -[Polo] You haven't told him?

The other day, I was there, watching you.

Or did you think you would fuck my girl without me enjoying it?

[Carla] Polo!

What's he talking about? Is that true?

You knew?

[Polo laughs] Poor guy!

Of course, he thought he was hooking up with a Spanish grandee.

You imagined yourself a married winemaker, right?

-You're making fun of me? -No, it's not that.

It seems like it.

Fucking sickos!

-[Christian] Fucking rich people. -[Carla] Christian!

-[Polo] Let's talk about it. -No, man! Do you realize what you have?

Take care of her! Hell! Please, man!

[stammers] Shit! You can't let people fuck her!

And you watching, on top of it! Go to hell!

Good evening.

[classical music playing]

How can you be so stupid?

If you didn't want to do it, you should have told me.

I did tell you, Carla, but you didn't listen to me.

What's the matter?

Do you care so much about that bumpkin's feelings?

The only bumpkin here...

is you.

Fuck off!

You don't tell me to fuck off, Carla. Carla!

[typing]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

[typing]

HEY, FINALLY

SORRY. I'VE BEEN BUSY

WANT SOME POT?

NO, I'D RATHER SEE YOU WITHOUT AN EXCUSE

-[Yusef, in Arabic] Hi, darling. -Hi, Dad.

-[in Spanish] How did it go with Samuel? -Good. We finished the project.

Were you at Samuel's?

-Dad... -[Yusef] I didn't expect this from you.

You just lied to me. A daughter like you doesn't do that.

I don't want those people to change you, Nadia.

And I don't want you to disappoint your mother and me.

[huffs]

We have sacrificed a lot for you two.

Don't make us feel we made a mistake.

No more lies.

Don't you have to study?

[in Arabic] There is no power or strength save in Allah.

[in Spanish] Leave me alone, I have to study.

[phone chimes]

WOULD YOU LIKE TO MEET TOMORROW?

I'M REALLY BUSY

What do you mean, you don't have them? You said you'd get them.

I couldn't do it, all right? I'm not going to rob her father.

-You'd rather save her family than ours? -I didn't do it because I like her.

I really like Marina.

You dumbass!

You have no shot with her. Samu!

What?

You are screwing me over for a girl who doesn't give a shit about you.

You are an idiot!

["Forever Young" playing]

[Martín] Guys, I got all your projects in my inbox,

and I wanted to thank you. I'm very happy with them.

I imagine you've realized this was

a very important project to get to know ourselves better,

and to find out what it is that we want others to know about us.

What is the image we want to project?

What is it we hide from everyone else?

Are we really...

what others believe we are, or do they only see our best side?

Do you want me to tell you what Marina was like?

Marina was light.

Marina was...

one of those people you meet on a Monday and...

you want to look at, because you know she will smile and brighten your day.

Do you have any more questions?

Guzmán...

[clears throat]

Maybe there's one thing you didn't know about your sister.

Look.

We got the...

autopsy results.

She was pregnant.

♪ Do you really wanna live forever? ♪

♪ Forever ♪

[suspenseful music playing]

Subtitle translation by Soledad Etchemandy-Blankenship