Original subtitles

- Synced and corrected by chamallow - - www.addic7ed.com -

Marcos Dalgo Alonso.

- Welcome. - Welcome.

Joel Castellano Soler.

Welcome.

Thank you.

Welcome.

Chloe Ybarra Silva.

- Welcome. - Thank you.

Welcome.

All right. Congratulations.

You're now members of Alumni.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - No. You're not sorry, Joel!

You're a piece of shit, and you're a selfish asshole!

I promise you, I swear to God,

I'll make you regret every last thing that you've done. I swear!

You look upset. What's the matter?

Oh, just... everything, basically.

Tell me what I can do.

I really miss my father.

He doesn't answer the phone, or... or he hangs up right away.

And I... I want to go see him.

I want to apologize to him, tell him that he was right,

and to ask for his help 'cause I can't... I can't do this anymore.

You're asking to visit your father?

Mm-hmm. Could you do it?

Isa, the facility he's in doesn't allow any visitation.

What would you like in return?

No. You would owe me for two favors, then.

- Two huge favors at that. - Go ahead. Tell me what you want.

Should I order us some room service?

Sure. Good idea.

But not like this. You can't hang out with me in pajamas.

Why don't you go get undressed?

Maybe take a shower. I really want this dinner to be special.

You can guarantee the visit with my dad?

I guarantee I'll do everything I can.

Now, come on. Smile.

I like it when you smile.

Go on. Shower.

I'm off, okay? I gotta see Virginia.

By the way, tomorrow's your first Alumni event.

Ah! Almost forgot.

I'll leave it here.

What's that for?

It's the fee.

What do you mean, "the fee"? There's a fee?

Yes, Joel. Of course there is.

That's how we pay for events, trips, conferences...

Which is just us partying abroad, honestly.

Also for maintenance and blah, blah, blah.

A two-thousand-euro fee? Are you joking?

- No, why? - A month?

It's €1,000 a month, and the rest is for tomorrow's event.

And that's a cheap event.

Héctor, I'm a waiter, and I sleep here.

- I... I couldn't even pay you 100. - Oh!

That's why poor kids aren't allowed.

All right. I'll take care of your fees for you.

No. No way. My tuition's already being paid by...

Who?

Iván.

- Should I be worried about him? - No! No, no, no.

No way I'll be his dependent, your dependent, or anyone's.

So it's a loan, then.

Okay, and how does that go? Tell me.

How 'bout this?

Let's say that tomorrow's event is a competition.

With a big prize too.

That prize money comes from the fees pooled together.

Typically, it goes to charity.

So when I win, and I always do, it's yours.

Are you calling me your charity?

Joel, with a prize like that, you'll stop worrying about fees, tuition,

about a lot of things for a long time.

Honey, I'm so proud of you. I can't tell you how exciting this is.

Rubbing elbows with the Krawietzes. Mm!

So, coffee? Or Diet Cola?

It's only natural he'd be mad, my dear.

You broke up with him via WhatsApp.

Yeah. I mean, that was the best way.

Yeah, because he was probably at home, in a safe space

by himself and could react however... however he wanted to.

Absolutely, my love.

Honestly, young people nowadays are so considerate.

All right. Who's bothering me now? Let's see.

- Grab me a drink, please? - Mom, who is it?

It's nothing. Just someone who wants

to go out with me again. And I don't.

Cappuccino. Thank you.

100,000 EUROS, IN 50-EURO BILLS, IN A SPORTS BAG

LUGGAGE LOCKERS

You look good, Papa.

And you look far too skinny.

- Don't you start now. - He's right. You don't eat.

So, how are you?

Awful.

I mean, like really, really bad.

You know, I always thought you had more fire.

That no one could ever stop you or break you.

And that you were loyal.

Papa, please forgive me.

Yeah. That won't get me out of here.

But what will is what I'm about to ask.

Just say the word. I'll do whatever.

Remember Cibrán?

No, who's he?

Bebé, you've seen him a thousand times.

But you were probably on your phone.

Please. We made several business deals.

And, well, we're in debt to him for a ton of money.

How much we talking about?

- A ton. - That was you and mom. It wasn't me.

No! I meant what I said.

You, me, your mother, we're in this together.

You're the owner.

Clean up this mess.

Sell it all to Cibrán for whatever price he's asking.

- I'm not selling anything to anyone. - Yes.

- It's stupid to sell Isadora House. - Sell it!

Whatever he asks you for, give it to him.

When he pays you, get me out of here as fast as you can.

That is your top priority. Forget about saving the business.

Your priority is to get me that money

and pay my bail so the three of us can run the hell back to Argentina.

Yes, I miss you so much.

And then maybe, there, whenever I'm looking at you,

I will stop seeing what a traitor and disappointment you've been.

You don't need to be so dramatic. I've got this handled.

- I'll pay your debts to Cibrán. - Isadora.

- I'll bring in profits. Money. - Jeez! Isadora!

You're not listening right now.

It's not up for discussion.

I don't have much time.

What do you mean, "not much time?"

Get out of here.

Meet up with Cibrán.

Do everything exactly the way you were told to.

No, stop. Stop it.

I have so much I wanted to tell you.

I'm really a disappointment to you?

Ciao.

Babe. Babe, listen to me.

Hey. Wait, baby, talk to me. How are you doing?

What the fuck?

Fuckin' bullshit!

Hello?

Hello there. I'm Carmen, Chloe's mother.

You look familiar to me.

- I think you know my daughter, right? - Uh, yeah. I know her.

- Uh-huh. - Can I help you?

- I'm actually looking for... - What are you...

I'm looking for a kind of... well, Black dude.

- Okay, not "kind of" Black. - Dalmar?

- Dolmar. - Dal-mar.

Oh, sorry. I'm just the worst with names.

And when they're exotic? Forget about it.

- Yeah. - Is he here?

I mean, he must be. I saw him arrive home.

I didn't see him, but... Dalmar!

This is Chloe's mother.

Oh, hi.

Let's go for a walk, dear.

I have to share a little message with you. It's from Chloe.

I was just leaving. I'll leave you alone.

- All right. - Omar, no! Come back.

- Pleasure meeting you. - Don't leave!

- I left a letter on the table. - Have a good day.

Ciao.

Any other roommates?

Are you sure?

Could you get me a glass of water? With ice?

Uh, ma'am, why are you here?

Awfully polite, huh? For a blackmailing shit like you.

Wouldn't happen to be afraid of the police, would you, Dalmar?

I'm sorry?

So am I.

Because let's say the police

were to wind up watching that little video,

they might think I killed Raúl.

And obviously, that isn't what happened, is it?

Hmm?

It's almost like...

Here! Let's say I took this knife.

Hmm? And cut myself.

And then go down to the station and tell them it was you.

Who do you think they'd believe?

A white Spanish woman and mother? And middle-aged, at that.

Or...

Need I say more? Probably not.

Come on, dear.

Give me back the money, okay?

And we'll put the video and blackmail behind us

as if it never even happened.

How 'bout it?

Ciao.

SPANISH GOVERNMENT IMMIGRATION OFFICE

ONE MONTH TO LEAVE THE COUNTRY

Did we have to meet here?

This will only take a minute.

- Another loan denied. - Oh, for fuck's sake!

This is such bullshit.

Are all the banks conspiring not to lend me money?

Do you need water or something?

No.

Well, sell it to that friend of the family. To... Cimbel.

Cibrán? No. I could never.

Do you know what it's like

to be the disappointment of your parents' world?

I'm Muslim and queer, so kinda.

You win. Sorry.

I just gotta find a way to get this business up and running

and back on its feet again so I can rub their judgy noses in it.

- Oh yeah? - Mm-hmm.

How, then?

Hey, hey. No.

Come. Come here.

You don't like 'em seeing you cry.

I won't. I'm not going to cry. But I can't take it anymore.

Aren't you Iván's best friend?

Isn't he always good for a handout?

I couldn't. It's embarrassing. It's so much damn money.

Well, that's what friends are for.

Dude, do you realize what you're getting into?

Alumni's a bunch of fascists.

My sister knows them. I'm telling you.

I really don't care.

So you don't care that you'd be joining fascists?

- I have my reasons. - And what are they?

Well, networking, for starters.

Networking you can't afford.

Yeah, there are fees and stuff, but I'll figure it out.

I always do.

Joel, Las Encinas is supposed to set you up for a good future,

and look at me.

Be realistic. Come on.

But your sister's doing great.

Right?

There you go.

Bebé, suddenly you've gone and stiffened up.

I would appreciate a response, if you can.

That's a big ask.

I know.

Look, Isa...

if I were to lend you this money,

you need to promise me that you'll be paying me back.

Before covering expenses or repaying other lenders.

And, well, before we turn a profit. If we do.

Which, not sure we will.

- Wait, what? - Look.

Pay me first, all right?

Then the lenders.

Expenses, here.

Then profits.

And we share the profits, obviously.

But I'm telling you, I'm not sure there will be any.

You don't trust me.

- You're wrong. - You definitely don't trust me.

I trust you, but there's a collapsed structure there.

So what? Why do you care about the structure, Iván?

Is there a police report somewhere?

I had all the papers, but the piece of shit fell down. Bad luck.

Shit happens, all right? What do you want from me?

Seriously?

My mom, my dad, my best friend. Absolutely no one believes in me.

- That's not what I mean. - You don't. Forget it, Iván.

I'm good. You know what?

I'll bring your check.

And I won't be discounting a goddamn thing.

["VENENO"

Bebé?

Yeah?

How did it go with Cibrán? Huh?

Huh?

Oh no. No. I didn't reach out.

What do you mean, you didn't?

I'm gonna find another way to solve the problem...

Enough. I'm so goddamn tired. Listen to your fucking mother.

Your father told you to sell everything to Cibrán,

so that's what you'll be doing.

- Are we understood? - I'm not going to...

We're going to get your father out of that jail cell where you,

his brat of a daughter, put him.

So here's the plan.

We're going to have a little chat with Cibrán.

And you'll call him in front of me

because you're obviously not getting the picture. Come on.

Hi, Cibrán. How are you?

No, no, no, no, no. I'm her daughter, Isadora.

Yeah, same here.

This is your offer? I have more in the bank.

That's a good deal, considering what your family owes.

I need more to pay my father's bail, so...

This isn't open for negotiation.

How much do we owe you?

No.

I've already given your father plenty of time,

and I'm not giving you any more.

I need a decision today.

Uh, someone's in here.

God damn it.

Does everyone pee at the same fucking time here?

MEN'S LOCKER ROOM

- What's up? - How are you?

Good. Good, how about you?

- Good. - Glad to hear it.

Hey, is it true what I heard about what Alumni is organizing?

How'd you know about that?

- Heard it from Chloe. - It was a secret.

I mean, no. I'm wrong. Chloe didn't tell us.

Or, well, Chloe kinda told Sonia

because Eric isn't talking to Chloe right now.

Then, of course, Sonia told Eric.

And Eric, who doesn't talk to me sometimes,

but then sometimes he does, and this was one of those,

he was my source.

So, is it true?

Look, Nico. What happens in Alumni stays in Alumni.

- Which means it's true. Where is it? - It's a secret.

But there's a prize that'll blow your mind.

- Want me to tell? - Sure.

- But don't say anything, okay? - Course not.

What the hell?

I'm coming with.

No, babe. Not happening.

Hold on.

Can we help you?

Mm-hmm. I'm here to win.

What?

- Look, I didn't tell her... - No. I didn't hear it from her.

Then who told you?

What do I know? Anyway, can I do it or not?

No.

Alumni only. Sorry. Bye!

If I give you a part of Isadora House as payment?

For participating. A, um... percentage?

Isa, what the hell are you going on about?

- You're not... - Shut your mouth, ho.

Listen to me, Isa.

Go on. Continue.

If I win, the prize obviously goes to me.

And if I lose, you get part of Isadora House.

A club on the verge of bankruptcy?

It's so much more than that.

I'm sure you'll save it. You're the best, aren't you?

Fine, let's go.

See you in a bit.

The facist and the furious.

How 'bout a kiss for good luck?

Hmm. You'll have to earn it.

Get over here.

Isa!

You serious, dude?

Don't bother. You know I'm gonna do whatever I want.

You have no clue what you're doing.

Look, babe. I can drive perfectly well.

Yeah. To go shopping. You can't race!

You'll get yourself killed!

Don't have much to live for.

Fuck.

Iván! Come here.

There, back, and there again.

The first to the finish wins.

Ready?

Ready?

In three!

Two!

One!

Joel! Don't say "go"!

What?

Isa!

Go!

Isa!

Let's go! Let's go!

- Why are you here? - Does it bother you I'm here for Isa?

Joel, she has no fucking clue. She could get killed.

- She entered of her own free will. - You're such a dick.

Dude, you think I'm a dick?

What?

If I'd come for you instead, would you not have made out with Héctor?

Are you guys together?

Joel!

Isa!

Iván!

Iván! Jesus!

Joel! Joel, come here.

Joel, come here!

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

Back off!

Joel! Joel! Joel! Oh God. Come on, wake up.

Iván?

Come on.

- Let's go. - Yeah.

You okay? Come on.

Hold on. Wait. Come on, let's go.

Oof. All right. Take it easy.

Look at me, look here.

You all right?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

I'm all right.

Are you all right?

- Yeah. I think so, yeah. - Cool.

So now we can negotiate.

- I'm sorry? - I'm not talking to you.

- Negotiate what? - Remember? You owe me your business.

What's goin' on?

She bet Isadora House to participate.

Well...

No, she didn't.

- I'm not talking to you. - You kind of have to.

'Cause I'm the owner of Isadora House.

What?

I bought it from her just yesterday, and...

Isadora House isn't hers to gamble away

because... 'cause it's mine.

So you'll talk to me.

You have a debt to pay.

And we will collect it. I assure you.

Thank you.

What a shithole. I hate coming here.

I'm glad it's all over now.

- When do you sign with Cibrán? - I'm not signing with him.

- What? - He was offering me peanuts, Mama.

- What? Didn't you hear your father? - I don't care.

The offer Cibrán made us was shitty.

Not only would he be taking everything,

we could forget about paying Dad's bail.

He said with what Dad owed and what he was offering...

He told you about the debt?

That was the gist. Or basically.

And what else did he say? What else did he tell you?

That I had to give him an answer yesterday.

I want to see my husband!

I need to see my husband right now. Martín!

- All right. - Don't touch me!

- Calm down! - I need to see my husband right now!

Please! The name is Martín Artiñán.

Artiñán! Please, I need to see him. It's urgent.

- Roberta! Roberta, what's wrong? - Don't touch me!

Mama, what's the matter?

No. No.

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

He... He was murdered.

Those bastards killed your father.

And you, you did it.

You... You killed him!

You fickle, drug-addicted fucking good-for-nothing!

You killed your father.

You're by far the worst thing that's ever happened to me!

I wish you were never born!

Oh, my Martín!

You being a cop doesn't scare me.

All right?

Is this a threat?

Know what?

We're way beyond threats now.

Because shitbags like you aren't worth the air you breathe.

I'll ruin you.

In fact, I'll do it right now.

- Synced and corrected by chamallow - - www.addic7ed.com -