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Why did you admit to it?

They think I'm a killer, and I can't change their opinion.

No one believes it could've been Iván,

but when it's me, they're so sure.

Carmen showed me everything people are saying on social media.

If I took the blame, she said my family would be taken care of...

What?

'Cause she wants to save Iván.

But you didn't kill Joel either. You can't go to jail...

I'm not done.

I tried to blackmail Carmen with a video, and Joel got involved.

He was trying to help me so I could stay in Spain.

What are you saying? You blackmailed her?

With a video of what?

Dalmar, please tell us.

A video of Raúl's death.

It showed Carmen peeking over the rooftop after he fell.

So, you think that Carmen killed Joel?

I guess.

But the ones who pulled a knife on him that night we were at Alumni

were Eric and Chloe.

You can't see shit, but they're both coming from Alumni.

Guys, I'm sorry.

But the fact that Dalmar's blaming Eric and Chloe

is a bit of a stretch here.

Didn't he already give a confession?

What part of bribery and online social pressure don't you get?

Sorry to interrupt, but look.

If you can see them at the party, maybe we'd be able to rule 'em out.

But you can't tell anything from this.

True. Though, in your case, as a handsome, rich white boy

who has no problem affording your bail,

they ruled you out quickly, didn't they?

Excuse me?

You were awfully eager to get control of the computer.

- Are you trying to hide something? - What are you talking about?

Four of us are on the computer, if you haven't noticed.

- Iván's innocent. Period. - Yeah. So is Dalmar.

What's important is, does anyone trust Eric and Chloe?

Okay? Let's look at the situation.

There's a knife fight, a blackmailed mother, and Eric,

who we know is batshit insane.

- The cops already brought 'em in. - And?

I'm telling you, the fascists did it.

They killed him and dragged him outside.

I'll do whatever it takes so they rot in jail.

I just don't know.

I mean, Héctor and Emilia are complete bastards.

But could they be murderers?

What if Eric and Chloe did it?

Fucking hell, man.

Omar, you're in no state for moving.

Or big life changes right now.

I can't afford to live here alone, Nadia.

Should I off myself?

What should we do with this?

Should we be taking it or throw it out?

What?

What's the matter?

You shouldn't have come here, Omar.

It's too much for you.

Let's go outside.

I've lost everything.

You have your family.

- I need my pills. - No.

- Yes. - You can't keep relying on your pills.

Omar, close your eyes.

♪ Sleep, child ♪

♪ Until it's dinnertime ♪

♪ And if our dinner's not ready ♪

♪ Our neighbor's will be ♪

That was Mama's lullaby when we were little.

Yeah. When you were in a coma, I sang that lullaby every day.

Then you would react to me, as if you could hear.

And I could almost swear... that I saw you smile.

♪ Sleep, child ♪

♪ Until it's dinnertime ♪

♪ And if our dinner's not ready ♪

♪ Our neighbor's will be ♪

♪ Sleep, child ♪

♪ Until your mother comes to see you ♪

♪ The bread is on the table ♪

♪ And the sweets are on the tray ♪

♪ Sleep, child ♪

♪ Until dinnertime ♪

♪ And if our dinner's not ready ♪

♪ Our neighbor's will be... ♪

CHECK-IN IS NOW OPEN.

YOUR FLIGHT TO NEW YORK IS SCHEDULED TO DEPART IN 24 HOURS.

I swear on my mom's grave he didn't do it.

Not even for Chloe?

Nico, she's got him wrapped around her finger.

She's just playing him to get what she wants out of him,

and he can't even see it.

Are you hearing yourself?

I mean, Eric isn't just crazy. He's crazy about Chloe.

Don't call him crazy, you understand?

Come on, Nico.

You know Eric's... not really all there, is he?

Yes, I know.

And he's super easy to manipulate.

But I'm not gonna let anyone shit on him because of his mental health.

Besides, he isn't the one who's obsessing day in and day out

over her dead ex-boyfriend, Raúl.

If you care about me, don't say anything.

Okay, well...

I won't.

I won't say anything because I'd never want you to get hurt.

But I'll find that video, no matter what.

And if that means your cousin has to go down, then he will.

I don't have it, I told you.

Well, if Chloe has it, you need to tell her to get rid of it now.

Coz, she doesn't. And I don't have it either.

Why are you so hysterical, dude?

'Cause I can't shake the feeling

you'll end up taking the rap for it all.

What's wrong, dude?

- Did you tell someone? - No.

Saw you arguing with Sara in there. Didn't tell her, did you?

No. Eric!

Please, to get some pussy,

you'd give away the keys to your own house.

Now you don't trust me, huh? My, how the tables have turned.

It's just, I'm worried about you. That's all.

Nico sucks at lying, dude.

I know his every gesture.

He wasn't just lying to me. He felt guilty.

But, babe, he's always overprotective of you.

Give him the benefit of the doubt.

Okay?

Okay. Let's say he hasn't opened his fat mouth.

What if someone saw us that night, fighting with Joel?

No.

Fuck. I bet he told her. Or maybe Dalmar.

No, babe. Look, it's fine.

We already told the cops we hadn't seen Joel.

Even if Dalmar talked, they didn't buy it. So who cares? It'll be fine.

And you? You ever find your phone?

Yeah.

I need to charge it.

Losing it right when this happened to Joel...

If they'd found it, not even Christ could save 'em.

Yeah.

Look at them. They know, Chloe. They all know.

Baby, they don't.

Don't worry. They'll be suspicious if you keep staring.

All I want is revenge.

I think about Joel, and I want to do the same to whoever did it to him.

Babe, calm down.

You're thinking the worst because you're angry.

That's normal. But I know you're not that kind of person.

And Chloe and Eric are our friends.

Well...

No, I guess "friends" is kind of a strong word.

Did I tell you what Chloe did?

She sold me out to Emilia to join Alumni by showing her my finances.

I don't have any proof she did it, but I know it was her.

'Cause I swear to God, that bitch is shrewd as shit

and would do anything to get her way.

And Eric, poor sweet boy, well, he has lost all his marbles.

Although, I'll tell you one thing.

I don't see her carrying a knife around.

I mean, can you imagine?

But you know what I can see?

I can totally see her manipulating Eric into doing it.

Holy fuck.

They did it.

But... why?

Self-preservation.

Her and her mother.

It's obvious.

Baba and Mama?

He had a dizzy spell. They went to the hospital to check it out.

But don't worry.

They're both worn out.

And they're getting old.

How you feelin'?

Fucked up.

Dalmar's innocent. It was Héctor and Emilia.

They blamed him and got the world to turn against him.

But there's no actual evidence.

And if there were?

Who'd go after them?

Even you're afraid of them. You thought they were dodgy assholes.

Yeah, but not killers.

If they won't pay for murder, let them pay for beating me up.

For what?

I couldn't say anything because they threatened

to take your internship away.

But you can see what they're capable of.

That's already one strike against them. And now what?

Think you'd be able to sacrifice your brilliant future to help me?

I'm sorry, Nadia. I'm being selfish.

You get out of here. Go enjoy the life you deserve.

Hi, Mama. How's Baba?

I'm fine, sweetheart.

I mean it.

Fine. Don't worry.

We're going home now.

- I'll see you later. - See you later.

Let's report those two.

What?

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

- No way. - Don't worry about my future.

I'll have one anywhere.

Even here.

I'd rather be near my family.

Hec?

- Hec, we need to... - Drop dead.

We have to attend the Alumni end-of-year soirée.

Together, as prez and vice prez.

Cancel it.

Alumni are coming from all over the world.

- We need a united front. - If it's all you care about, go alone.

Good luck.

The one thing I care about is you.

You're ghosting. You won't even sleep at home.

This whole thing is tearing me apart.

I can't handle this anymore, Héctor.

Please, look at me.

Disappearing from the life of someone you love

is abusive and cruel.

Except you're wrong.

I don't love you.

Hurt me all you want.

But I would be incapable,

incapable of doing anything that could cause you the slightest pain.

I can't believe you'd think I'd ever do something so horrible.

Emilia, you would do anything to keep me by your side.

So I've requested a transfer

to study abroad.

Abroad?

Abroad where?

As far as possible from all this.

From the memory of Joel.

And from you, obviously.

No.

You can't be.

- Hec, please... - I said, drop dead!

All right, let's see.

So, according to Nico,

Eric and Chloe went there to scare Joel 'cause of his blackmailing.

No, Joel would never do that.

Baby, I'm sorry to bring this up,

I know it's too soon to talk ill of the dead,

but... Joel would do anything for money.

So no one believes the scare story.

I mean, this video's the one that implies Carmen pushed Raúl.

So they had to get Joel out of the picture.

Carmen's capable of a lot, but I don't...

If she could throw Raúl over the balcony,

there's no doubt she could've murdered Joel too.

Or convinced Chloe and Eric to do it.

I saw the three of them plotting at the keg party.

They were really worked up.

- I swear. - Okay. And what's your plan? You got one?

Well, we team up and steal that bitch Chloe's cell phone.

Either it has Carmen's famous video,

or it has conversations that incriminate them.

If we find them and they get arrested,

I can finally get closure on my chapter with Raúl.

And you'd be able to get it for Joel.

- It's a win-win. - Hmm.

We can at least clear up any doubts.

Okay. And how do we steal her phone?

At school, right?

Hmm, no.

No, a more laid-back atmosphere.

Where?

There's a soirée today at Isadora House.

- Cruz Nine. - Cruz Nine. I'm sorry, sweetie.

It's a fancy party organized by Alumni.

And since Chloe's in Alumni, she'll go and take Eric as her plus-one.

Exactly. In fact, they've already confirmed attendance.

Babe, just relax. They're not looking at us suspiciously.

So let's have a bit of fun, 'kay?

Just a little.

Sure.

Hey! Hi.

It's... an Alumni affair, so basically, chaos, drugs, alcohol.

And our security team looking the other way.

So when you consider that,

the perfect place to steal that bitch's phone.

Hi, sis.

"Sis"? Like "sister"?

Yeah. "Sis," as in "sister." Of course.

Hmm, okay.

Hey, I, um... I haven't thanked you yet.

For everything that you and Carmen have done.

I mean, the whole bail thing and my arrest.

And for all your support online. Thank you.

It kinda took me awhile, but I came around to you guys.

Life was offering me a mother and a sister,

and... I think it's about time to really get to know you.

You know? Or at least, find out where all this is goin'.

- That'd be really nice. - Yeah, right?

Mm-hmm.

Want to talk a bit now?

All right.

Although I don't want to leave Eric all by himself.

Eh, just give him some space, or else he'll get stressed out.

- Right. - But what do I know?

You know him way better.

No, no, no. You're not wrong.

Plus, I mean, I want him socializing and not being dependent on me.

- Sure. - Or on anyone. Because it's good for him.

Yeah.

So, why not? I'm excited to have a drink with my bro.

Cool.

Bartender?

♪ You make me dance, honey, honey ♪

♪ Ooh, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ♪

Emilia. We need to talk with you and your brother.

He's been wanting to blame us

for the beating since the beginning.

Because you guys did it. You and 20 of your friends.

Sure, 20. There were 50 of us, Omar. No, 100.

- Make a note that that was sarcasm. - Noted.

What proof do you have? Where is it?

It's our job to see if there is any and if the complaint is legitimate.

We didn't do it, Omar.

Don't believe a word he says. He's a lying piece of shit.

Afterwards, they even sent me a video threatening me.

Oh, really?

Show us the video.

It was a disappearing one.

Oh. Gee.

What a coincidence.

But I'm sure you could trace it, right?

Yeah, sure. Why don't we call up Mr. Zuckerberg?

Emi, shut up.

We didn't beat him up.

But since we're here filing complaints,

I would also like to file a complaint.

That's right.

We'd like to report Omar for false accusations.

No. That's not my complaint.

My complaint is mine, not ours.

And it's against you.

Hec?

What's your accusation, Héctor?

Emi killed Joel.

I knew it. Fucking knew it.

And they also attacked me, just like I said!

- What are you saying? - It was you.

You're the one that killed him.

Did you see it? Did you help her? Got evidence?

Um, isn't finding out whether there's any evidence kinda your job?

Except Dalmar's already made a confession.

Investigate, or I'll give the head of National Security a call.

She's a good friend of mine. You tell me.

I wouldn't threaten an officer if...

Luis. It's a valid accusation.

We saw that video of hers online, pitting people against Dalmar.

A simple and populist way to divert attention.

Did you force him to confess?

I did nothing.

Héctor wants to hurt me. He enjoys hurting me.

- But I swear to you... - Okay.

Why don't we go talk somewhere quieter?

I was born here.

But then my mother started moving me from country to country.

Always following whatever rich boyfriend she had at any given time.

So when we came back to Madrid, but no boyfriend,

I told myself something was up.

Now I know why.

But it pissed me off because she doesn't realize

that I can't put down roots.

That... That I can't establish bonds.

Well, now you have a bond.

With your brother.

Shit, Iván.

I appreciate that. Really.

Thank you.

Let's take a selfie as brother and sister.

- Okay. - All right.

Let me see...

- Here, let me do it. - All right.

My arm is longer. Uh...

- I've been looking for you everywhere. - What's wrong?

- Eric's losing it. - What? Where is he?

In the bathroom.

Let's go.

Want some water?

No, thanks. I'm fine.

All right, then, tell us.

Héctor! Héctor! Look at me.

Shh, it's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

Breathe. Breathe. Relax.

He had to blame someone.

And who better than a jealous boyfriend

who had just found out through Joel

that his boyfriend was a whore?

- Because Joel... - Yeah. Yeah, we're well aware.

There you go.

Héctor, for God's sake, help me!

My love, I get it. But you can cry as much as you want later.

- What'll you do? - What'll we do? We'll get him out of here.

We'll what? Where to?

Everyone's gone already, the rent boys and the guests.

We're alone.

Let me think.

The ones taking out the trash.

Huh?

The drone video.

It wasn't just two people taking out Alumni's trash.

It was them with Joel.

Look at the messages.

- Okay. - And the photos.

Eric? Eric!

Eric, are you in here?

Eric!

Eric, open the door.

Eric, come on. Open the door, please.

Eric isn't in here. It's locked.

- What's up, babe? What's the matter? - That's my question. You all right?

- Yes. - Sara told me you were losing it.

If by "losing it," she meant I was shitting myself, then she's right.

Oh shit, I was so scared.

Where is...

- You lost your phone again? - I had it just a moment ago.

I took it out to...

To what?

I was taking a selfie with Iván.

And that's when Sara ran up and told me you were losing it.

Holy shit, my cousin told Sara everything.

Oh shit.

She wanted to get my phone, so she lied to me.

Sweetie.

- You fucking bitches! Give me my phone! - Hey, Ferrari.

Stay right there, or I'll call security, and they'll fuck you both up.

Okay, we can do it.

The knife! Don't forget it.

- Can you pay attention? - He's dead, Emi. What are we gonna do?

We're carrying a body,

and our fingerprints are all over the damn place.

Even on the weapon.

Ammonia or fire.

We'll burn or clean whatever we have to.

So, you both dragged Joel's body out of the Alumni center.

Yes.

But before setting up a fake crime scene...

I had to piece something together.

And I did.

I went to the keg party.

And I left Héctor in charge of the knife and body.

I mingled among the crowd discretely.

And without anyone noticing me do it,

I slipped five sticks of GHB into Iván's drink.

Enough to knock out an elephant in minutes.

That's why Iván passed out.

Yes, except I needed him to pass out where I wanted him.

A discrete location, away from all the craziness going on.

It's consistent with what Dalmar and Iván both confessed.

Hey, Iván. Hey. Iván. Let's get up, come on.

Come on. Let's go.

You're shitfaced, dude.

Wait. My phone. My phone.

Oh, man.

This shit made me feel terrible.

- The drink? - Yeah.

- I think it's time for you to head home. - No, no, no, no. I'm meeting with Joel.

He sent me a really weird message.

I don't get what's going on.

Wait, look.

"I'm sick of your jealousy."

- "We need to break up. Come now." - See?

Did you send that text to him?

Where's Joel's phone?

You're leaving fingerprints.

We'll just burn it.

PHONE LOCKED USE FACE ID

What the fuck are you doing?

I'M SICK OF YOUR JEALOUSY. WE NEED TO BREAK UP. COME NOW.

LOCATION

Come on. Let's try carrying him again.

So how did Dalmar get dragged into it?

Well, this is it.

Oof, I'd better sit down.

Hey. Iván!

I expected him to come alone.

So I had to improvise.

So why did he confess then?

No idea. Someone forced him to?

You accused him of doing it.

To divert attention.

You didn't force him into confessing?

No.

Wasn't it you guys?

To close the case quickly,

you nailed the illegal Black guy, depicting him as a murderer.

Emilia, you are under arrest for the murder of Joel Castellano Soler.

We just wanted to scare him, okay?

Joel was blackmailing our mother.

We wanted to give him a scare, that's all. We didn't do anything else.

Why was he blackmailing your mother?

I swear. We didn't fucking do it.

Why did you record Joel fucking?

Did you record you killing him as well?

- Does that kind of shit turn you on? - We didn't kill him.

We're not murderers.

I only recorded it in case scaring him wasn't enough.

Then we could use it as blackmail.

Guys, I recorded Joel

with his rent boy buddies, turning tricks.

And before opening the door for Eric to threaten him,

I left my phone recording in a little room

where the boys kept their stuff.

Because it was like their base camp,

and I knew if something happened there,

I could use it against him.

Chloe, cut the shit. Tell the truth. We deserve that much.

Holy fuck!

What happened, Sara?

Chloe recorded Joel's murder.

What do you mean, "for murder?" I didn't do it.

- I'm sorry, what? - You spent the last 30 minutes...

I'm only an accomplice.

Everything I've confessed to, I did to save Alumni.

Especially Héctor.

Héctor?

Uh, save him from what?

From getting caught.

He killed Joel.

What?

Why the fuck are you here?

- To cover up your crime? - No, no. They didn't do it.

Héctor...

My brother's a very capricious and unstable person.

You're going back and forth...

And he was very, very obsessed with Joel.

And Joel used him to milk him for all he's worth.

... I love you more than anything!

Well, you know what? I will never be in love with you.

So you can forget about me, you got that?

And the sooner you do, the better.

And when he was done with him,

Joel forbid him from going near him or even touching him.

Combine that with the fact that he was high and...

He lost what control he had.

Over Joel and over himself.

- You're sure you don't remember? - I said no! Fuck!

We were so fucking drunk, we fooled around.

And when I woke up, I...

Emi, what have I done?

It's one thing to be an accomplice and self-sacrificing sister

and to love my brother more than anything else,

and another to be an idiot and take the rap for murder.

I'm fucking innocent!

She accused me to get revenge. She did it!

Omar, is there a way to get them out of here discreetly,

so we don't have to walk them by everyone?

This way.

Oh, right. I forgot. That area's been closed off.

Construction.

Looks like you'll have to walk by that whole crowd.

You fucking bitch. You made up the entire thing.

You don't remember 'cause you were high.

All I've ever done is protect you.

My entire life.

Protect you and love you.

Put you before myself. And this is my thanks.

- No, you've always been obsessed with me. - Stop it, Hec.

Now never again will you screw me over.

Or go far away from me.

You'll stay by my side.

Forever.

Oh, he's dead.

He's so dead. If I see him, I'm gonna...

- No, don't. Please, Iván, sit down. - Calm down. Please relax.

Shi...

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