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Hey, everyone! Good evening!

I'd like to propose a toast to the senior class.

A toast to our freedom to do whatever the hell we want to do.

And more importantly, a toast to leaving this fucking school once and for all!

Girl, are you gonna puke?

Come on.

You're gonna make me trip.

What the hell did you eat? It's all pink.

Aren't you a bit old to still be in Las Encinas?

I could've picked up your last paycheck and saved you the trouble of coming back.

Why are you here?

Do Mom and Dad know?

Yeah. I called Dad. He said you'd be here.

Since you hate this place, I came to keep you company.

And to check out if it had changed.

I can see that.

That's new, though.

I have no clue what that is.

That's the Alumni logo.

What?

Senior students, with Virginia's permission,

next period will be dedicated

to getting to know Alumni, our new and improved alumni association.

Attendance is not mandatory, but it is highly recommended.

So there'll be a roll call.

This is my brother, Héctor. And I'm Emilia. We'll be waiting.

- Hurry up, or you'll be late. - What on earth?

I used to be a student here. Why don't I know about Alumni?

Well, because scholarship students aren't allowed in.

Why do you know about it?

Lu pulled some strings and managed to get me in.

The contacts they have are incredible.

Alumni got me my internship at the UN.

Despite those two.

A scholarship student like me

was not the ideal representative for Las Encinas abroad.

They tried to stop me any way they could.

Those two are bad news.

Stay away from them.

Did you really need to refurbish a whole wing?

You said you were only going to buy new furniture.

Well, Alumni needs a suitable space for its new activities.

What new activities?

You're being contrary, Virginia.

I just don't understand why you need a social club

when I can manage Alumni from a folder on my computer with a...

That's one of the reasons you won't be in charge any longer.

What?

Also, this whole thing is a donation from our parents to Las Encinas.

Get yourself as worked up as you like, but you have no say in this.

As if she ever did.

Hey... You want to say something?

I'll get my parents on speakerphone so they can hear what you have to say.

Looks pretty cool, right?

Super appealing.

Beautiful.

Well, Virginia. Excuse us, but you have to go.

The seniors are coming to check the place out.

They're gonna feel uncomfortable with you here.

Should I show you out?

That won't be necessary. Thank you.

We need to make it clear to her that no one comes here uninvited.

Not her, not anyone.

I'm the president of Alumni.

Totally renovated.

Totally renovated.

And she's my sister, the vice president.

Very soon, the academic year will be over.

You will hopefully be graduating and leaving Las Encinas.

But neither the school nor we want you to say "Goodbye,"

but, "When are we meeting next?"

We've made a huge effort and spent a lot of money...

Alumni was worth it.

Alumni was worth it.

We've invested a lot in creating a space

where we can relax, be ourselves,

and comfortably spend our free time

with like-minded people, do some networking...

This is a unique space where only a select few can enter.

And right now, we're recruiting new members.

The pillars of Las Encinas are discipline, excellence, and merit.

Our pillars are pleasure, freedom, and contacts.

If you want to make it in, you need someone to sponsor you

and see if you are Alumni material.

Only one candidate per sponsor.

So start looking for one now.

And remember, we want Las Encinas...

We want Las Encinas to be part of your lives forever.

"Part of our lives."

No way in hell do I want Las Encinas in my life.

The last thing I need is to join a club run by two arrogant jerks

when all I wanna do is leave this school

and never set foot here again.

We all want that.

I'll be sad to leave.

You won't be as soon as you're gone. Take my word for it.

Hello!

Hi!

- How are you? - Good, and you?

Damn! What's with those two? Are they together?

Looks like it.

You regret letting her go, right?

If you hadn't toyed with her and been so indecisive...

You're telling me, after you...

After I what?

Come with me. Let's talk.

About what? Sonia?

For God's sake, Nico. Let it go. No.

Can I borrow her for a sec?

- Think you'll survive without her? - No...

- I'm not sure. - Me neither.

Yes, you will. Come on.

No...

Stop freaking out about your papers already.

Says the rich, white, Spanish girl.

Hey, I'm not shutting you down.

I just want you to stop worrying about the same thing all day long.

One, that won't get you the papers.

And two, you'll end up getting an ulcer.

- What if we got married? - What?

Just for the papers. I'm not that stupid.

It's not like in the movies,

where you sign, and suddenly, you're Spanish.

Sorry.

Sorry to interrupt whatever you were doing.

I forgot

you study here.

Do we know each other?

I know you.

From Instagram.

I hadn't associated you with Las Encinas.

When I saw you at Alumni,

I was shocked.

Oh, right. Okay.

Pleased to meet you. What do you want?

Don't be defensive. I'm just being friendly.

While half naked? I'm not so sure about that.

Literally, I'm half naked.

From here...

to here.

Seriously, I'd like to sponsor you to join Alumni.

Huh... what?

Well, all candidates need someone to vouch for them.

What better sponsor than the president?

Right. Okay.

But first, I'd need to be interested in joining, right?

Of course you are.

- I hadn't thought about it. - Why wouldn't you want to join?

Tell me.

It's not a place for people like me.

People like you.

I mean, it's not a place for me.

I think you're the perfect fit.

Wanna shower?

I mean, it's hot in here...

What are you doing?

You can watch.

I like that.

What does the tattoo mean?

It's a university thing.

Stop by the club, okay?

I'll show you around. You can get to know us first.

VIDEO CALL

INCOMING VIDEO CALL

I can't believe it, man.

- Are you... - For real, Chloe. Think about it.

Can you hear yourself? What kind of favor is that?

No, I'm not gonna leave Eric. Why would I? We're doing great.

You can't give him the stability he needs.

- Excuse me? How do you know that? - Chloe...

They want us at the police station.

We'll talk later.

Mom?

Your phone was off. What was I to do?

Her story can't be that convincing if the cops keep questioning her.

WHAT HAPPENED, SARA?

YEAH, WHAT HAPPENED?

What do I think happened? I don't think. I know.

Chloe pushed Raúl over the edge, literally or psychologically.

I don't care. It was her.

Do I have evidence? I don't, honey.

If I had any, she'd be locked up.

I have no proof, but I have no doubts either.

I know someone must have seen something.

So please, if you're watching this video and you saw anything,

whatever it was,

please come forward.

How many times will they question us? They're coming for us.

- We'll leave the country. - No, not again.

Any options?

So we abandon Iván?

He doesn't want to hear from us.

And I promised him I'd leave, so...

When did you promise that?

I don't know. Before he left.

In exchange for what?

You don't make promises just because.

In exchange for nothing, baby.

If my son doesn't want to see me, I'll just go.

- To Buenos Aires. - Then why haven't you gone yet?

I wanted to wait for him to come back so I could try to approach him again.

That is actually true.

But the whole "in exchange for nothing" part isn't.

Well...

I don't know why I bother asking.

Baby, listen to me.

Have you ever thought that this whole thing with your psycho ex

and his record-breaking free fall is a sign that we should leave?

Look, Mom.

For once, I'm starting to fit in. I'm doing great with a guy.

You and I are getting along again. I'm not going.

Talk to Iván's father's lawyer.

- José Luis? - Ask him to represent us...

Do you know how much he charges?

- Well, fuck him then and get a good deal! - You...

Hey!

I asked the Lake Club for references,

and they only had good things to say about you.

I'd be proud to have you as my bar manager.

Not much pride in the salary.

I'll give you a raise. I promise.

And in the meantime?

The exposure will be pay enough.

Right. The same old story.

Come in tomorrow?

You sure do exploit the needy.

Welcome on board, sir.

If you're not ready, you don't have to do this just yet.

There's no hurry.

No, I have to get back to my life.

But you don't seem ready to me.

I am ready. Mateo says so.

That therapist of yours isn't...

You just don't like him.

You're such a pain.

Here we go again, father and son.

What?

The four of us.

Together.

Arguing, as usual.

But together.

I'll be flying back to New York in a few days.

Exactly, darling. Let me enjoy this moment.

You don't allow me even one moment of peace.

Oh, Mom.

Let's get Omar's stuff to his room.

Come.

Give it here.

What is it?

Fuck, Omar!

What are you doing here?

Nadia?

Yes. It's nice to meet you in the flesh.

Fuck!

Omar, wait.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Omar!

Look, I can't find anything I can afford.

You were with your parents, so I asked Dalmar.

You didn't ask me about my room?

I thought you and I were cool, and I didn't want to bother you.

But you didn't think of moving into Iván's room, did you?

Why here?

Because... it still feels like home.

You guys still feel like home.

Hey, Omar...

Nadia, stay out of this, please.

- Not you. - Nadia?

- Pleased to meet you, I'm... - Damn it, Dalmar!

So all this time, I've been paying for the room,

and you've stayed for free?

Look. Don't worry, okay?

I'll get my stuff and crash on the couch.

You said that before I moved back home.

- I know. - Yeah, well, forget the sofa. I'm sorry.

Enough, Omar.

- Listen to her. - Stay out of this, damn it!

Joel, I love you.

I love you very much.

But this is my house.

I need to have calm here.

And having you around

is only going to mess with my head, my heart,

and all the work I've been doing for months.

You have to understand. I need to protect myself.

Okay.

Okay, I'll go.

Come on. Show some empathy, man.

How about a little empathy for me, Dalmar?

Hey, kid. You heard my son.

Dad.

- Get out of here. - Yeah, I'll get my stuff and...

No fucking way. This late at night? You can sleep with me.

There's not much room, but... Look.

Give me a fucking break, Dalmar!

It's my room. I can do whatever I want. Is there a problem?

You shouldn't have reopened the venue.

It only generates losses.

That's going to change, Mom.

Why won't you accept that we're totally bankrupt?

Sell everything, and let's get away from here.

- I'll get it on its feet again. Trust me. - Yeah? How?

With your extensive training in finance?

Your revolutionary business ideas?

You have no fucking clue.

On top of that, you're too proud to ever ask me for help or advice.

- I don't know. - I'll be downstairs.

Fuck! These two?

It's the Krawietz family!

Do you know them?

Yeah, from school.

Well, they used to go there. But now they run the alumni association.

I see.

What? Are they famous or something?

The Krawietzs?

They're one of the families

that you might say are de facto owners of this country.

They made their fortune in the '60s, with help from...

Well, you know.

No, I don't know.

Come on, baby. This place's version of Videla...

I don't know who you mean.

Come on! Didn't you study the Civil War?

We haven't got that far yet.

That explains a lot.

Let's see, honey.

Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, ruled this country for many years.

During the dictatorship, several families got rich.

And after he died? They got richer. Guess who one of those families was.

The Krawietzs.

Exactly.

They own construction companies, hotels, banks, airlines, investment funds...

Supermarkets, soccer teams, private highways,

law firms, and you go and get with some squatter,

when there's a Krawietz around?

Should I sell myself to him for 100 camels?

A hundred camels? That guy would pay a hundred billion!

- He has them, and you're worth it. - Right.

He is loaded. Also, you can't deny he's kinda cute.

And very gay too.

Well, then you look the other way. Pansies' money is worth just as much.

Don't say "pansies."

Okay, honey. Gays, homosexuals.

Did you say law firms?

Investment funds...

I'M DOWNSTAIRS, AT THE BAR. COME QUICK. IT'S ABOUT YOUR DAD.

What is this?

The number for the phone I smuggled in for your dad.

And why are you doing this?

You helped me arrest him, so I'll help you stay in touch.

A favor for a favor.

Okay, thanks.

Isa...

I would've told you, but you don't answer my calls

or reply to my messages...

I don't want any contact with you, Luis. I don't know why you don't get that.

- I don't get why we can't be friends. - I don't want to be.

There's no point. And I don't want to.

This makes us even, okay?

Don't call. Don't text. I don't want anything to do with you.

Despite my accent, I think I'm quite clear.

Thanks.

Hey! What's wrong?

Nothing. Get up, or you'll be late.

SPANISH GOVERNMENT IMMIGRATION OFFICE

VOLUNTARY RETURN

Oh, shit.

There's no other way to get the papers.

I'll get kicked out of the fucking country.

Want to get married?

- I'd rather be deported. - Hey!

I'd make you very happy, Dalmar.

You'd drive me crazy.

What a jerk.

"Cooperating with the police may help with the legalization process."

Easy. We find out about some nasty crime, and you report it. Problem solved.

Don't worry, okay?

We'll think of something.

You'll see.

Right. I gotta get to school.

Oh, I'll come and grab some stuff tonight, okay?

I told you, you can stay here as long as you need to.

No, it's okay. I don't want to see Omar's sad grimace every day.

But where are you going to stay?

Iván is letting me use his room until he gets back.

Oh! Are you two cool? Are you...?

Yeah, actually...

We're cool. We both got carried away with our egos,

but we're cool, actually.

I can only sponsor one of you. Let's see what you have to offer.

As owner of Isadora House,

I can offer you spaces, apart from the club, obviously,

where we can hang out, relax, and have a great time.

Pleasure, freedom, and contacts

in the greatest nightlife empire at Alumni's complete disposal,

whenever you need it, of course.

Okay. Thanks, Isadora.

Chloe?

Yes?

What would you offer Alumni?

Well...

my desire to become one of you.

I'll do my best to bring great vibes.

I'll help the club grow in any way I can.

Alumni will be my priority.

That's all very nice.

But how can we test that?

It's not tangible.

It's not something we can hold you to.

Thank you both.

I'll let you know who I pick.

Fuck...

Héctor, I want to go home.

I'll have a few drinks, make a call, and we'll go.

- I have a million things to do. - Emi, relax.

- What do you want? - Nothing.

What's this?

I'll kick him out.

We can talk to Virginia so she kicks him out too.

Why? He's not hurting anybody.

Look at him.

Poor guy.

Exactly. He's poor. Why is he crashing here?

- He's a scholarship student, and we... - Emi, enough.

I'll see you at home.

You're that hung up on him?

Don't be jealous.

I'll sleep with you if you want.

You're not coming home. I'm not an idiot.

Isadora, three of our suppliers don't want to service us anymore.

Looking at last month's totals, I can see why.

Tell me the truth.

I'm never getting that raise because you plan to close the club.

No.

What do you mean? We're just in a rough patch, babe.

Just a rough patch.

Cousin!

- Nico, come here! - No, don't...

What is it?

He's here to check up on me.

What's up, guys? What's up, cousin?

- Hey. - We're doing great, dude.

Sit down and have a drink with us.

Try to lighten up and stop acting like you're my dad.

- I'm just looking out for you. - Well, don't.

I don't know, have fun, hit the floor, and flirt a little.

But if she falls for you, don't toy with her, please.

Here we go again.

- You set that one up yourself. - I'm sick of you getting at me.

I'm going to the restroom.

- You gonna miss me? - Yeah.

When will heads start to roll?

- What? - When are you gonna start firing people?

This is gonna be my shortest gig ever.

Hey, Chloe. What?

Come on, Nico. I mean, stop it already.

Seriously, I'm not doing it. I won't.

Can't you see he's doing better than ever?

- Of course. That's why. - Well, there you go.

He's flying high now, but he might come crashing down because of you.

Why are you so unfair with me?

Seriously, can't you see I'm helping him? Because I am.

Excuse me? You?

Yes, me.

He's okay because of the pills and therapy, not because of you.

You're the opposite of a solution. You're a problem. You're unstable.

You're toxic. You're destructive.

Damn, I guess Eric was right after all.

You need a girlfriend or someone to give you attention.

Look, I get that you miss Rocío and Dídac,

and not being glued to Eric all day is messing with you.

But, honey, and I say this with all the love you know I have for you,

let the rest of us be happy.

Go on, now. Go.

Leave me with her.

Go. Can't you see she's upset?

What an asshole.

- Just ignore him. - What an asshole.

The solution is not firing people and closing down.

Quite the opposite, in fact. We need to take Isadora House...

and make it huge, dude.

Gigantic, big, memorable.

We need to hire more people. That's what we need to do.

Babe, you need to spend money to make money.

Money you don't have.

Want some gossip to cheer you up?

Please.

Isadora is broke, girl.

- What? - I swear.

Seriously?

I can get loans.

More? You have about five.

Yes, more. As many as we need.

I can also find investors through Alumni.

Through Alumni? The club for former students?

Yeah. So?

They set up this exclusive club at school.

They've got influential members, so I think I can find investors.

So she's broke?

Dalmar told me. He said Omar mentioned it earlier.

Omar's super worried he might get the axe

because the company is penniless.

But Isa is telling everyone she's killing it.

It's all an act.

Are you serious?

You know what?

You're going to make our workforce bigger.

I want waiters. I want dancers. I want security.

I want cleaners, please. That's crucial.

We're gonna make Isadora House huge.

I love you.

Isa...

- Hi. - What is it?

Could we change tables?

Is there a problem?

Yes, we'd prefer one with more light.

Surely the dark is better for making out, right?

I'm sorry.

I went too far. Sorry. Totally unprofessional.

I'll send someone right away.

No, Omar. Not "right away." Right now.

I'm really busy. Can you wait ten minutes?

Do it now for 100 bucks?

How about it?

For fuck's sake. Okay, girl.

Thank you.

No, leave that there. I'll take care of it. It's just a second.

- Okay. - Yeah.

INCOME AND EXPENSES BY MONTH

What?

Hey...

What the hell?

How did you sleep, you stowaway?

The club is cool after all, huh? You can do whatever you want here.

You can make yourself at home.

You have nowhere to go.

Or were you looking for me?

Huh?

Let me go.

See all this? It's here to do whatever you want with it.

It's free.

Fully accessible to all members.

If you want a sponsor, you know.

Stay the night.

You can be my guest.

In exchange for what?

Why would you do that for me?

Huh? What do you want in return?

I want to see you enjoy this with us.

That's Alumni's main purpose. Pleasure.

Getting to know people like us and have...

Yes, but I'm not like you guys.

But you can become one of us here.

Good morning!

Good morning, Isadora.

Here.

Thank you. What's this? The papers to join Alumni?

Your accounting.

Red numbers.

More red numbers.

And more red numbers.

It looks like a list of missed calls.

Where did you get that?

From the truth.

Not from the fairy tale you sold me yesterday.

Bankrupt liars are not the kind of profile I like to sponsor, to be honest.

Have a nice day.

Anything to get in the club.

Even exposing a classmate.

Congratulations.

- I'll be your sponsor. - Thank you.

Isadora isn't your friend, right?

- What? - Selling out a classmate, I can tolerate.

But never a friend.

At the club, we want an atmosphere of good vibes and unity.

We don't want backstabbing or toxic shit.

- Why are you offering me the job? - You need the money.

You can't have me at home, but it's okay at work?

I just want to help you.

I'm not saying I don't need it,

but I don't want you to help me just because you feel guilty.

Oh, Joel, don't be so stubborn.

What did you see?

I'll think about it and let you know. Bye.

But Joel, don't...

Thank you.

What?

What is it?

No, nothing.

No, tell me. What is it, Iván?

We have a lot to talk about, don't we?

I know, but can we do that some other time?

Right now, all I want is this.

What? What's wrong, Iván?

Why did you stand me up?

I didn't stand you up.

So what do you call what you did?

Not showing up, not letting me know,

not answering my calls...

Fuck...

So what?

Isn't it the truth?

Seriously?

Couldn't this wait? I asked you to drop it.

But I've been holding onto this for weeks...

What about me? I've been waiting for you for weeks!

I missed you too, Joel, but I couldn't do it...

I didn't want to be your carry-on luggage.

- Huh? - What do you mean?

What would I do there, Iván?

I was only going to be with you when you had free time,

like some kept man.

Joel, you could have done whatever you wanted. Anything.

An English course, so you could improve that a bit.

- Can you hear yourself? - Travel. Africa is nice.

Can you hear yourself? That's literally having a kept man!

Forgive me if I wanted to stay

and try to finish the year without anyone's help.

Without anyone's help? I pay for your tuition.

Look, Joel...

Fuck you, Iván. Fuck you.

Fucking shit...

What's wrong?

I want you to sponsor me.

I want to join.

Okay. Take a seat, and let's talk about it.

Come on.

You might be hung up on him, but you still have to test him.

I will. What are you going to do to yours?

I want to have fun. That's why we started the club.

Why don't we play a little?

Play what?

Let's push them to their limit. They're so eager to join.

One literally sold her classmate out, and the other went begging to you.

He didn't beg, Emi.

Let's test them for real.

Let's see if they really want this.

Let's see how far they're willing to go.

Héctor!

To the limit. If he gets in, you can do whatever you want.

Really? And you won't get in the way?

Perfect, then.

To the limit. Come on.

Hey!

- I'll walk you out. - Want a ride home?

- No, don't worry about it. - Oh, yeah.

You don't have a home, right?

- You never explained why... - Wanna grab a drink?

What's this about?

All right. Let's go.

Subtitle translation by: Toni Navarro and Meredith Cannella