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[breathing heavily]

♪ Bite my tongue, bide my time ♪

♪ Wearing a warning sign ♪

♪ Wait 'til the world is mine ♪

MARTIN BAUSSEN PRIVATE SCHOOL

♪ Visions I vandalize Cold in my kingdom size ♪

♪ Fell for these ocean eyes ♪

♪ You should see me in a crown ♪

♪ I'm gonna run this nothing town ♪

♪ Watch me make 'em bow One by one by one ♪

♪ One by one by... You should see me in a crown ♪

♪ Your silence is my favorite sound ♪

♪ Watch me make 'em bow One by one by one ♪

♪ One by one by one ♪

♪ Count my cards, watch them fall ♪

[music fades]

[school bell rings]

[indistinct chatter]

Hey! You guys, hey, come here and look. Alma's causing issues again!

[indistinct chatter]

Did you see what that says?

[dramatic music plays]

[girl] Is she crazy?

[indistinct chatter]

- [boy] Fuck, that's wild. - [girl 2] She's gone too far.

Seriously, that girl's shameless.

I don't understand why she does it.

Jesus, Mai. She's crazy.

She's for sure gonna get expelled for this, dude. [chuckles]

Fuck that girl.

- Should I call her parents? - No.

This is unacceptable.

I'm calling the Guardia Civil.

BEWARE! A RAPIST IS HIDING IN THERE!

{an8}RAISING VOICES BASED ON THE NOVEL BY MIGUEL SÁEZ CARRAL

[bleeping]

THIS IS ME BEFORE I WAS...

[ominous music plays]

#METOO

#SURVIVOR

#RAISINGVOICES

POSTING

[Alma] This is me,

before I was raped.

[teacher] And the first wife described him as a twit.

[students laugh]

The second...

JANUARY 2018 FOUR MONTHS EARLIER

- [boy laughs] - Alberto. Here.

...accused him of being a perverted twit.

The third... [chuckles]...collapsed

on their wedding night when she saw the immense size of his member.

[all laugh]

[teacher] Wait for it.

And when she recovered, she made a run for it.

His fourth wife

made him use a cushion with a hole in it

to have relations.

[laughter, gasps]

So the question is, can anyone tell me the nickname

of this spectacle of a natural wonder?

- [hums] - [students whispering]

[teacher] No one?

[whispering continues]

"The Desired."

- [laughing] - [bell rings]

All right, just a second!

For tomorrow, read the chapter on his reign

and find out why "Ferdinand the Desired" was deeply despised by his wives,

and, most importantly, by his people.

Okay? All right, thank you.

Alma.

What'd you think of the lesson?

[sighs] Inspiring stuff.

[upbeat music playing]

[Alma] Have you ever wondered what people will say about you

when you're no longer here?

Halfway through that last year,

I would've said that my only legacy

would be a few stories people would tell at future high school reunions.

Like that one time

I took down a bully with one punch.

Or the time they caught me hooking up with a guy in the restroom.

Or the most celebrated one of them all:

When I burned my school uniform at the end of 10th grade.

Truth is, I was the star of some pretty awesome times.

But none would stand out enough for people to remember my name

or face in the years to come.

What happened later, though, was something else.

FEMALE MINOR UNIT

[telephone ringing]

[woman] Operations for the Guardia Civil, how can I help you?

I'll put you through to the team right away.

[breathing shakily]

[Alma] What happened at the end of that year changed everything.

And no one will ever forget that.

- Thank you! - [boy] Dude, Canada is the fucking shit.

The universities there have sick campuses.

I mean, I've got it all figured out. I'll do Business Studies there for sure.

And what are you gonna do?

Well, I wanna convince my parents to let me go to the same university.

'Cause long-distance stuff never works out.

And what the hell's she gonna do?

[hip hop music plays]

Who knows, dude. But I doubt that slut will even graduate.

Hey now, be careful, she's my friend.

Shit, Nata, it's the fucking truth.

Let's see how long she can stay out of trouble this time.

[boy 2] It's sick.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's cool. You should really check it out.

- All right, catch you later. See ya. - Yeah, later, man.

- [Alma] What's up, Hernán? - 'Sup?

- What you doing this weekend? - I don't know. Same old, I assume. You?

I'm meeting the guys in the park. Stop by?

Yup.

Uh...

It's the last one I got. You wanna smoke or...?

Hm. No. No, no.

Things are hard enough for me right now to go and complicate them even more.

Okay, okay.

Well, last night I made this mix, stayed up late.

- Oh, yeah? - I don't know.

- Tell me what you think. - All right.

[Alma] I'm ready.

[emotive vocal pop music plays]

[vocalizing in Spanish]

Okay.

It's actually pretty dope, Hernán.

- It's great. - You like it?

Yeah, for real.

- Should I send it to you? - Yes, please.

Sweet.

You're one of the few things I'll miss when we graduate.

Uh. Stop getting mushy on me.

[car approaches]

[tires screech]

See you in a bit, Alma.

[ominous music plays]

- How you been, Hernán? - What's up, Kevin?

You got that?

You understand, you fucking brat? Beat it, go on, beat it!

[engine revs]

[ominous music continues]

[teacher] Alma.

Uh, hey.

That thing you just tossed, was it a blunt?

No, no, no. It's tobacco.

Really, you can feel free to double-check.

You seemed a bit distracted in class.

I want you to know, Alma, that you can count on us if you're having any issues.

Sure. I just haven't been sleeping well.

Allergies.

But so glad you're concerned for me.

["R.I.P." by Cazzu playing]

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

Cooper! Here.

Cooper, come here! What are you doing? You're so damn cute, you.

[whining]

{an8}SCREW YOU ALL

[microwave pings]

["R.I.P." by Cazzu continues]

GRETA: SEE YOU LATER AT THE MALL?

YEP

{an8}[shutter clicks]

Fuck.

Cooper, got any papers?

Sweet!

Totó! So it was you who had the papers, huh? [chuckles]

[birds chirping]

[dogs barking in distance]

[ominous music plays]

[telephone ringing]

[woman] Operations for the Guardia Civil, hello.

I'll put you through to the team.

Hey, Mom.

- I was trying to roll it myself, but... - Here.

- Thanks. - I'll take that. Give me.

[woman 2] Alma.

[tense music plays]

It's all right, I won't leave you alone.

[boy] Mom, will I ever start growing hairs on my chest?

[Vero] Yes, it's normal. It's called puberty.

[boy] Well, when I have hair on my chest, can I go to school on my own?

[Vero] And why don't you want us to take you?

[boy] Hugo's allowed to go on his own.

[man] Well, screw Hugo.

[Vero] Go and get changed. Go on.

- [knocking on door] - [man] I'll go get the mail.

Thought you'd be studying right now.

I didn't sleep well last night, because of my allergies.

All right, well, tidy up your room, please.

Oh, hey. There are these super cool sneakers from a store that I found online.

May I have the credit card?

These are new. We're not spending more money on sneakers.

But these are half price.

Right, but these are still new.

How 'bout you listen to me every now and then?

Even just, um, to change up the dynamic?

You just order me around.

Organize this chaos. Okay?

See?

Just like I said.

[groans]

[calm music playing]

Hold that tight, okay?

[boy] Okay.

[man] Don't cut yourself.

Whoa!

Alma! I have a mega cauliflower!

Jeez, almost like a nuclear cloud!

- I'm gonna go show it to Mom right now! - Okay.

Go on, hurry.

- So my allowance? - Did you study?

Sure.

- [man] And did you tidy up your room? - Yeah, of course.

Should I check?

Thing is, I'll miss the bus.

You're always missing the bus, aren't you?

Yeah.

[sighs]

- I want you here by 12:00. - What?

All my friends can stay out later.

Your friends' parents can raise them however they please.

For as long as you live with us, those are the rules.

Jeez, Alma. It's about fucking time!

Ahh, if it isn't my favorite person ever!

Have I told you lately just how beautiful you are,

how awesome you are, what an amazing friend you are,

and how well you pull off this coat? How do you do it?

- Always killing it... - Ah, not falling for all your sweet talk.

Where were you just now?

- The park, uh... - Shit, Alma!

Sorry.

So what have I missed anyway, huh?

For starters, the latest episode

of "Wake Up And Leave That Dumbass Once And For Fucking-All."

[puffs] Fuck.

If I ever embarrass myself like that over someone,

I grant you permission to slap the shit out of me if you need to, okay?

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

No need, because you didn't even lose your dignity

the day you shit yourself in pre-school.

- That's true. - You raised your hand and all.

You were the best friend in the world.

[piped music playing over speakers]

Holy shit.

Those are Grade A tits.

[Alma] This is disgusting.

It's obscene. They shouldn't leave them like that.

There's something wrong with that head you've got there.

No, like, can't they put clothing on them? Or, I don't know, some panties?

Whoa, the other day, dude, I had this dream that I was bare naked,

crawling down the street and a chick was pulling me on a leash.

Like this. Look.

Like I was her bitch. [chuckles]

By morning, my pussy was wet. Literally soaked.

Honestly, you need to lay off that lame-ass porn-femme-do crap.

- Whatever it's called. - Femmedom.

Fremme-drom. It's rotting your brain, all this femme-shit.

[girl] Fuck you!

[boy] What? You were the one who wanted to come.

- [girl] Fuck off! - [boy] Why should I?

- [girl] Go to hell. - [boy] You go to hell!

- [girl] Shut up! - [boy] You shut up.

- [girl] Shut up! - [boy] What's wrong?

Did you just come here to yell at me in front of people?

- You've no idea who you're talking to. - I don't?

No!

Well, I think I know every inch of you.

[boys laugh]

Go fuck yourself!

No, Nata!

- [boy 2] Always the same shit. Let's go. - Nata!

- [Nata] Leave me alone. - Please listen to me.

- Nightmare. - Come on, just listen!

- Nata! Just listen for one fucking minute! - Hey, Alberto!

- [Nata] You're hurting me! - One goddamn minute!

You're fucking hurting me! Quit it, okay?

[tense music plays]

[indistinct]

[mouthing]

[woman] I just want to ask you a few questions, okay?

Who is Coleman Miller?

I am.

I'm Coleman Miller.

[woman] Are you the person in the photos on this profile?

Yes.

[woman] I'm going to read the caption from your first post.

"This is me before I was raped."

Did you write that?

[tense music builds, stops]

Fucking hell!

- Did he hurt you? - No, nothing like that.

I've had it with his shitty attitude and his bullshit mind-games!

That's just how it is with a fucking narcissist.

I swear, tomorrow I'm gonna fuck a rando and post a photo.

What's wrong? Hm?

[both] Uh, you're not gonna do it.

Girl, we've witnessed a million of your fights.

And in the end, it's always the same.

The next day you're over it and you make up with him. I said it.

Well, maybe this time it'll be different.

I dunno. You deserve someone better.

But, hey, uh, if you forgive the guy, I'll still love you, all right?

So precious.

Whoo.

Whoa there, you feeling okay?

Hmm. Yeah. That weed I smoked with Susanita might've just kicked in.

Dude, have a puff of this.

Gives you a beautiful high with a touch of acid.

You'll feel like you're floating. Just wait.

How is it?

Dope, right?

- Right. - I'm gonna get some air.

Great idea.

[contemporary pop music plays]

[music grows louder]

[loud rustling]

[engine whirring]

[gurgling]

[girl 2] Alma?

Hey, girl!

It's Berta!

- Oh, shit. - Is something wrong?

No. Berta!

I'm sorry. That little girl reminded me of, uh...

Oh, yeah! Boo, from Monsters Inc.!

Ah. Yeah.

Remember how we watched it at one of my birthday parties?

Anyway, never mind. How's everything with you?

Fine. I mean, same old.

Your eyes look like you've been crying, they're really red.

No, no, no. No, I feel fine.

How are you? It's been, like, ages, right?

Yeah, I've been spending most of my time downtown.

[Alma] Mmm.

Yeah, I mean art school is just... it's just really amazing.

I don't know, just like being surrounded with artists, I mean it...

- It makes my inner-creativity just thrive. - Mm.

Do you like this?

- I made it myself. - Yeah, it's pretty.

At a workshop at school. We're working with brass lately, so I did this.

And with silver as well.

I can make you one if you'd like.

- No. - Wait. You could just have this one!

- Oh, no. You really don't have to. - I insist.

It'd make my day if you took it.

I mean it.

I know that I'm biased and shouldn't say this,

because I made it, but it's absolutely gorgeous.

Hm. Yeah.

Hello, Alma. Long time no see.

[Alma] Oh, hey.

Sweetie, it's time to go now.

Well, you know what? My mom's right, it's been forever since we hung out.

- Mmm. - I think we should fix that.

- Hey, I'm gonna call you. - Mm-hmm.

Smile, okay? It's hard to see you like this.

- Alma, we'll see you. - [Alma] Bye!

We really need to talk.

Holy shit!

Was that Berta?

She's unrecognizable.

She wants to talk to me.

Why?

[Nata] I can't take it anymore. I mean, we're arguing, he keeps yelling at me.

It's just that, I don't know, we used to have these very intimate moments.

But for months now,

it's like we've been moving around in this fucking cab service. It sucks.

We don't even have sex anymore.

We really need to talk. [voice echoes]

[tense music plays]

[woman] Alma, are you all right?

Yeah, just a bit tired.

[woman] I understand.

I know it's difficult. But to open a case, I need you to talk to me.

Yeah, yeah, I know. It's just that...

[female voice] It's yours for two hundred. Your daddy's loaded.

[male voice] Just shut up once and for all. Give me the fucking bag.

- Food's ready! - Time's up.

Okay!

Macaroni is my favorite food.

[Alma chuckles] Mine too.

How did your exam go the other day?

Fine.

You gotta improve your grades or you'll have trouble passing the year.

You keep repeating that. But I've never failed, huh?

- How late were you up last night? - I don't know.

I know you were still up well past 3:00. I heard you on the phone.

Greta called me, it wasn't that late.

You didn't get up until twelve o'clock.

- It's Saturday, Dad, come on. - So?

Maybe you could've studied, even just for a little bit.

Fine. I will, Dad, okay? Really. I promise you.

I'll pass everything in June.

- It's really good, Mom. - Passing isn't good enough.

Gotta make a much bigger effort if you want a better grade point average.

We've talked about how important this moment is for your future.

- Thought about what you want to do? - I don't know.

- Eat your food. - It's January. What are you waiting for?

Waiting for June to come?

- What are we gonna do then? - I don't know, Dad!

Trust me, I'd love to know.

It'd make things so much easier, but I don't know!

I'm sorry!

Pester me all you want, but nothing will change that, 'kay?

I don't want to eat with you guys anymore.

[somber music playing]

[breathing shakily]

Shit!

Fucking hell.

- Can I stay over tonight? - [Vero] Let me talk to Greta's mother.

No. Mom, seriously. I'm 17 years old.

It's embarrassing to ask for permission for a sleep-over, come on.

[Vero] Fine. But I want you back and studying

first thing in the morning. Is that clear?

Fine, later.

Fuck.

Alma.

Your mother's the G.O.A.T.

Well, you can have her then. Because I cannot freaking stand her.

You're a moron.

No, dude. I swear, she always sides with my father every time,

even if he's obviously not right.

Honestly, at times I just wanna... just punch her.

Well,

I guess being a mom can't be that easy.

- [Alma chuckles] - [doorbell rings]

Nata! [strains]

Ugh! Roly-poly! [chuckles]

Dumbass.

[knocking on door]

- [Nata] Hey girl! What's up? - Hey, Nata!

Nata!

- Hi! Ready? - Come on, girl, run.

- [Alma] Let's go! - [Greta] Get it out now!

Are you ready? You guys prepared for this?

- Mentally ready for this? - Yes!

Okay. Wait, gimme a sec.

- Ta-da! - Nata, Jesus!

Where in the holy hell did you get that?

- From a shoebox under my mother's bed. - I can't even.

- It's your mother's? - Sure is.

She'll have you committed.

I don't think she knows she still has it.

I bet her tennis friends gave it to her.

- Ew. - Fuck me, she likes those monster dicks.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- And now for the best part. - Oh, Jesus!

- [buzzing] - It's seven inches of pure masculinity.

- And now it's all mine. - Nata, dude, that's been used!

No way, no!

It seems so real, yeah?

- I don't know. - You don't think?

- Haven't tried as many dicks as you have. - No?

Bleugh. No!

Here!

No!

- There, there! - [screaming, laughing]

["Blin Blin" by Bad Gyal & Juanka playing]

Come! [indistinct]

- Aah! - Ah!

- [Greta] Wooo! - [Alma] Yeah, come here!

- Ah! Get up! Damn you're hot! - [Greta] Sorry!

[Greta] Get those sexy photos, girl.

Okay, yeah.

["Blin Blin" by Bad Gyal & Juanka continues]

[shutter clicking]

[laughter]

[phone vibrates]

[Nata clears throat]

- [Alma] Fuck. - What's the big deal?

Look, every single couple fights. It's totally normal.

What's important is we love each other; that's it.

Jesus.

- Go on. - [puffs] Fine.

Hey, baby.

Hi, my love. What's up?

[Nata] Why aren't you wearing pants?

[both laughing]

Run. Let's go downstairs. Come on. Let's go see my brother David.

[Alma chuckles] Okay.

[woman] We could do a... what's the difference?

- [man] Uh... - [Greta clears throat]

[woman] Thoughts?

- [Greta, Alma] Hey. - Hey, girls.

[laughing]

[woman] I wouldn't pay for this one.

[fan whirring]

It's so quiet.

- Oh, hey! - Hey, ya.

Hello.

- What you doin'? - Practically dying of boredom, yup.

- Hmm. - Hm.

Right.

Hey, can I have some?

Just wanna smoke some in the yard.

[clears throat]

Papers too?

Papers too. Mm-hmm.

{an8}- Thank you. - You're welcome.

What's that drawing?

- Mmm... - See you outside.

It's, um, not a drawing. It's... It's a phrase written in Tamil.

One of the three languages of Sri Lanka.

It means "Bon voyage."

You sure?

What if... What if you were conned?

And it actually says, "I'm an idiot who thinks he's cool,

and knows nothing about Tamil".

Yeah, that's a possibility. [chuckles]

I have a tattoo too.

[soulful male vocalizing]

- [David] Can I see it? - No.

Uh, no.

It's just a bad idea.

I mean, I don't want to intimidate you.

Because it's from this underground joint and it's way, way, way cooler than yours.

Mm.

[chuckles]

Did I miss something?

[laughs]

How was it?

- My panties are wet, not gonna lie. - Right.

- Mm. - [Greta chuckles]

And you know, for one second there,

I'd bet my left tit he was flirting with me.

- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

That brother of mine is so fucking lucky. Shit.

So won't you please share a little bit with me?

[classical music playing]

- Yeah, nada. - No? Fuck it.

No, but hey, you're really getting better at this.

Yeah. Well, I'm gonna keep trying, you know.

[tranquil music playing]

[message pings]

ALBERTO: SEND ME A DIRTY PIC

[woman] Alma, did you make that story up?

No.

[woman] Then tell me what's going on. Only you know the whole truth.

How's next week?

- What's up? - Hey, man. See you.

Hernán.

- Hey. - What's up?

Uh, you weren't at the park on Friday. What happened?

Oh, um, nothing. I just had to study.

Right.

Hey so, I wanted to ask you about, um, the guys in that tricked-out car.

- Kevin and Jota, right? - Yeah. What about those guys?

You tell me. I don't know. It kinda seemed like you were in trouble that day.

Not at all, they're just friends.

Dude.

We've known each other since primary school.

- You know you can trust me, right? - I know.

I know.

Nothing sketchy going on, I swear.

I do appreciate that you worry about me.

Pfff. Shut it.

By the way, there's this party next week at the Industry.

Maybe we can go together.

Mm, I don't know. I'll let you know.

I'm sure that you're all familiar with the term "post-truth," yeah?

It's a very trendy subject.

It was chosen as Word of the Year in 2016.

Can anyone give me an example of a truth that is not influenced by...

[teacher] Her grades on the make-up tests aren't good.

She failed six quizzes in the second grading period.

It'll be hard for her to pass the year.

And even if she did, we don't think she'll be admitted to uni.

Alma's attitude isn't helping.

It's not contentious, but

she's just absent.

[teacher 2] We were wondering if maybe there's a problem at home.

What kind of problem?

The crisis has affected children more than we imagined.

And a difficult financial situation can take a toll on them.

No. We don't have any financial issues at home.

And with the two of you?

Are things okay?

Yeah, things are fine.

We just want to understand what's going on.

Yes, I mean, we're not expecting her to be the world's best student,

but up until recently, her grades were fine.

She even participated in class.

Even if just to bicker, at least she... she participated.

Could she be using drugs to cope?

- What? - No.

[ominous music playing]

The other day, we saw her smoking.

And we don't think it was tobacco.

[teacher 2] Maybe you should talk to her.

Thank you, bye.

- Hey, catch! - So? What's the deal?

Okay, David knows an executive at the record label,

who's organizing the event.

- Right. - And he gave David two passes in VIP.

One pass for me, and one for you.

One for me?

Yes. "For Alma,"

specifically.

But... but David is going, right?

Of course. He's basically the party's official dealer. So, yes, he is.

- Huh. Yeah. - Mm-hmm.

- Wild. - I know you're dying to fuck David,

so go ahead and squeal.

Yay! We're going to a party with David!

[cheering, laughing]

She's in deep shit.

[message pings]

GRETA: DO YOU HAVE CLOTHES??? NO TRACKSUIT OR I WON'T GIVE YOU YOUR INVITE

GRETA: AND PUT ON CUTE PANTIES, MY BROTHER WILL THANK YOU

OR I CAN GO WITHOUT PANTIES

[footsteps approach]

GRETA: HAHAHAHAHA

Where were you?

- At the library with Greta. - Come, we need to talk.

Ma, I'm exhausted.

Alma, we had a meeting with your teacher.

[Pablo] What the hell's going on with you?

You've been lying to us for months.

[Vero] What are you actually out doing when you say you're studying?

Nothing. I have a hard time concentrating.

I'm not interested in what we're studying in class.

[Vero] Are you doing drugs?

What? No, no, no.

[Vero] Nothing? No joints, no pills, no cocaine?

Cocaine?

Mom, do you realize how much I'd have to save up to buy one gram of cocaine?

[sighs] How would you know how much a gram costs?

I mean, it's... it's common knowledge.

Okay fine, every now and then I might have a tiny little puff,

because all my friends smoke weed.

But I don't, I swear.

When did you last smoke?

I don't know. On New Year's, I guess? I don't know. New Year's Eve?

Tsk. Fuck that shit.

Well, let's see. The test only detects drugs you've taken in the last eight days.

And you haven't done anything since New Year's, right?

It has to be wrong.

Look, you can't even see where the red line is.

- You are grounded. - [scoffs]

You're gonna pass your exams, understood?

["Drop Dead" by Holly Humberstone plays]

♪ Did you come around here Just to start a fight? ♪

♪ Drop dead ♪

TUESDAY

♪ I let you do what you want With my heart and I ♪

♪ Drop dead ♪

WEDNESDAY

♪ And you put the poison in every word ♪

THURSDAY

♪ You said Stop messing with my head ♪

FRIDAY

♪ Stop playing with my head One look and I drop dead ♪

♪ One time just ain't enough I take you back ♪

GRETA: WHAT ABOUT THE PARTY? SHALL WE CANCEL?

NO WAY!!!

♪ Why don't you put a bullet to my head ♪

♪ My ride or die, I'll take your love And tell myself it's good enough ♪

♪ But you know and I know ♪

♪ One look and I drop dead ♪

♪ One look and I drop dead ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ One look and I drop dead ♪

[thunder rumbling]

[music fades]

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Wait, wait!

Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...

No! Shit fuck!

Dammit!

[message pings]

GRETA: WHERE ARE YOU?

ABOUT TO CATCH THE BUS

GRETA: WE HAVE TO BE ON TIME OR MY BROTHER'LL KILL US

OK

[car approaches]

You miss the bus... Alma?

Just waiting.

Well, you're gonna freeze to death out here.

We can give you a ride, the town's on our way.

[ominous music plays]

Get in.

Come on.

[ominous music continues]

MOM: ALMA, COME HOME RIGHT NOW. DON'T MAKE THINGS WORSE... TURN ROUND NOW!!!

[thunder rumbling]

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