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Shit.

Shit.

WELCOME TO BELMONTE

SLUT

Shit.

Mac...

- Mac? - Hi, Willy.

What are you doing here?

Mom? You came.

Well done.

Wasn't that just out of this world?

Isn't he a bit over-excited for a dress rehearsal?

What are you doing here?

Making a fool of myself like everyone.

Look, darling...

You know I'm from another planet

Darling...

I want to be in your world.

I keep stumbling, I keep stumbling, I keep stumbling.

Darling...

Though our thing was strong,

life has its own wise ways.

You were always the wise one.

So you won't want to see me again...

We have to stop the rehearsal.

What's wrong?

It seems that a student has been found...

dead.

Have you seen Macarena?

- Macarena? - Yes.

Yes...

Where is she?

THREE DAYS EARLIER...

Morning, Mom.

Good morning.

- Hi. - Hi.

- I went and saw the campus. It's awesome. - Oh yeah?

Because it's next door or because of their program?

- What program? - Natalia...

And my library?

It was going to go in your room.

Dad, when I leave home, books will be extinct.

Well, that's great.

- Great. - That's Iris.

- I'm off. Love you. - Ciao.

Good morning, Javi.

Morning, Macarena.

Wash your mouth and get to class. I'm not your grandma.

- It's only tobacco. - Sure. Just lose it.

Hello.

Morning. How's it going?

Morning, Ana.

Great, no coffee left.

I bring mine from home.

You're always running out.

You know I love you, right?

- Not as much as you should. - Hi, Ana.

Hi.

- Hi, Willy, how are you? - Hi, Mac.

- What? - Nothing. No comment.

I'm here to prepare the fall festival.

- Great. - Don't forget the dress rehearsal.

How could I forget? You know how much I love flamenco.

You all

believe you can choose your future, right?

That you can control your future.

Choose your boyfriends, girlfriends, lovers...

Or choose which job you'll be doing one day, but...

I have to tell you that there's something out there,

a powerful force that conditions you like nothing else in life.

- You know what it is? - No.

- No, no one? - Our subconscious?

Much more powerful.

Your parents.

Yes. At the end of the year, you'll have to decide

on your future. And as parents, we advise,

suggest, pressure and blackmail our kids.

Because we project onto them all of our

frustrations, our broken dreams...

We want the best for them, because we think we know

more than them.

But no one, not your parents, or anyone

knows what the world will be like in 10 years.

We don't even know what it'll be like in one minute.

So please, do me a favor and think long and hard about it.

You report to no one else

but yourselves. Don't ever lie to yourselves.

You have to be yourselves, decide for yourselves.

It's your life, so go for it.

Go for it.

Be true to what you really feel

and don't be distracted.

This goes for all of you - except my daughter Natalia.

Don't tell her what I just said,

I know what's best for her.

OK, cell phones on silent, please.

Hey, what's...

What...

Hello.

Macarena...

Mac, this is really serious.

They're calling in the whole teaching staff...

Got a light?

A light... here. The student representatives,

they even want to call in the PTA...

They want to protect the school.

The video's off Twitter, but it was downloaded

and now it's spreading like wildfire.

Soon everyone will have seen it.

Where's Ana?

When she heard, she picked up the kids and left.

But...

Mac, don't worry, everything'll be OK.

No, Willy, it won't. How is this going to be OK?

I'll walk you to your car.

No, it's fine. Here, thanks.

Mac.

Thanks, Willy.

YOU SHALL NOT LIE

Kids, can you stop for a moment?

Oh, Ivan, pick up the phone, please.

I said cut that out, will you? Enough already.

Ivan, honey, it's Mom again.

Dear, please pick up the phone.

I'm really worried.

- Widow's kick! - Stop. Just stop it.

I said enough.

- Take that! - Enough!

- That's enough! - Hey!

What's going on?

Didn't you hear what Mom said?

Go to your room, both of you. Let's go.

Not another peep out of you.

Yes, sorry about that, Rosa.

You can't make it? So cancel the meeting.

Try and fit me in some time next week.

OK, thank you.

Yes, right. OK, bye.

He's not answering his phone.

He's going to be in so much trouble when he gets home.

- We really hit it big with him. - Don't say that.

Hello.

Ivan, are you OK? What the...?

I'm sorry.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Get back here right now.

What the hell's the matter with you?

What are you thinking?

After all you've put us through and now this.

- Enough. Give me the car keys. - Diego...

Give me the car keys.

Give me the car keys right now.

No driving, no privileges, nothing.

Back to square one. You hear me?

You go out: You tell me where and who with.

And forget working at the club. I already spoke to Martin.

No more playing waiter.

Do you hear me?

- I said do you hear me? - Diego...

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah...

Yeah.

Look at that..

What the...?

What? What, Ana? I mean...

Was I supposed to congratulate him?

For fuck's sake.

Where are you going?

To sort this shit out.

- How are you, dear? - I'm good.

Have you spoken to Lucia?

No.

About the video...

When was this?

Two weeks ago.

And...

Had you slept together...

before?

- No. - You sure?

Totally sure.

I don't get it, dear.

Why Macarena?

How did it happen? Was it her?

Did she seduce you?

Did she drug you?

Ivan, hon', you're 18 years old.

She's almost 30 years older.

There are thousands of girls who would love to...

- Look at Lucia... - Mom.

- She's sweet and... - Mom.

I'm listening so you won't go nuts, but no details!

How could I not go nuts?

It's private. I don't owe you explanations.

I'm not so sure.

My son and my best friend? Of course it affects me.

- It's still private. - While you're under my roof...

Seriously, Mom? That again?

Seems so.

Then I'm done here. I'm going to the club.

Can I go to the club?

- I'll take you. - No.

Dad took your car keys. You want to walk?

- Thanks. - I'll pick you up.

- No, it's fine. - Hey, I love you.

I know.

- I'm sorry. - Fuck you.

- I'm so sorry. - Are you blind?

- I am so sorry. - Look at my bike.

I'm sorry. Really.

I'm sorry.

Where's Natalia?

I told her to go to Iris' house. I didn't want her to be here

when you got home.

Can we talk?

Yes...

But not today. It wouldn't be fair on either of us.

I'd say things...

things to hurt you as much as possible,

but it wouldn't make me feel any better.

I packed you a suitcase.

It'd be best if you stayed at your dad's.

I was going to leave it in the hall, but I needed a drink.

We will talk...

Don't worry.

- OK. - Yeah.

Fuck.

SLUT

My heart is so happy, my heart is so happy,

filled with joy.

My heart is so happy

since the moment you came into my life.

I give thanks to life and I ask God

to never take you away.

I'd really like you to know

I've never loved like this.

My life really started

the day I met you...

THREE DAYS LATER, JUST BEFORE...

DAD, MOM, I LOVE YOU

I'VE TRIED

BUT I'LL NEVER BE THE SON YOU WANT

I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'LL DISAPPOINT YOU

THREE DAYS EARLIER...

Son of a bitch.

Asshole, liar, bastard.

How could you do this to me?

Don't touch me.

Don't touch her.

I always stood by you, supported you when no one else did.

- This is how you thank her? - Hey!

Can you give us a fucking second, please.

I'll be over there.

- How could you? - Luci, I never meant to hurt you.

I always defended you!

Towards my parents, my friends.

I said that despite all, you were a good person.

But fucking hell, Ivan!

- How can I forgive you for this? - Don't.

What are you talking about?

Don't you want me to forgive you?

I'm supposed to leave you?

Ivan...

Are you in love...

with Macarena?

- Fuck, Ivan. Tell me the fucking truth. - I'm sorry.

Luci...

Wait.

Fuck, I'm sorry, OK?

Lucia.

Are you OK?

Macarena?

Hi.

What are you doing here?

- I want to talk to Sergio. - What a surprise.

You look good.

Really? You, on the other hand, look like shit.

As incredible as it sounds, I'm not enjoying this.

You're right, it sounds incredible.

I'd enjoy it more if the kid wasn't so hot.

Wow. You're in so much shit.

I'll leave you to it.

Couldn't you go to a bar and fuck a stranger like a normal person?

You had to do it with your niece's boyfriend, my daughter?

It wasn't planned that way.

Yeah, I can tell that from the video.

In the club's warehouse, eh?

Fuck, Mac, you must've been horny.

OK. I'm here for your help, not for this.

Mac, listen to me.

This is Belmonte.

You'll be kicked out of the school, the club and all those

other stupid clubs you belong to.

They're going to crucify you. Period.

I know that, but...

I want the video off the internet. What can I do?

- Everyone's already seen it. - Yeah, but I'd prefer

my daughter not to see me fucking

every time she goes online.

Sure. Want some?

No.

Look...

Ivan's dad was here this morning.

He's one of the firm's main clients.

Right now, we're all doing what we can

to get that clip off the web.

We'll report it.

Find out who recorded it, uploaded it, etc., but...

There is one piece of good news...

Oh yeah?

What?

You fucked up so bad, it can't get any worse for you.

You're a dick.

Yes?

Sergio.

- Where's Lucia? - Inside.

The nurse asked me to leave. They're taking her off the drip.

She's OK, a bit freaked out, but...

The doctor says she's fine and...

Thanks, Oscar.

Hey, Sergio.

Look, I swear...

Don't say anything, Ivan. Don't say a word.

- Listen. - No, you listen.

I have nothing against you.

Actually, I admire you. You fucked your teacher, bravo.

Enjoy your success, go out with your friends,

tell them all the details, exaggerate if you like.

But if you go near my daughter again,

I'll stash two kilos of coke on you

and with your record, they'll lock you away for good.

Do you understand?

OK then.

Do we have a deal?

How are you?

I'm OK.

I think.

I'm sorry you have to go through all this.

Nevermind.

Next year I'll be at college.

Who wants a boyfriend at college?

Listen...

Knock, knock. Can I come in?

Hi, honey, are you OK?

I brought your favorite cupcakes.

Though now I'm told people call them

handmade muffins, or something like that.

Any excuse to charge you double the price.

Did you call her?

Only to let her know, but I asked you not to come.

But considering I'm her mom... Call me crazy, but I thought I should.

Can you tell her I'm OK and that she can go?

No, don't do that, thanks.

I have many flaws, but I'm not deaf.

Right...

Sorry, I didn't have breakfast and they smelled so good.

I love you.

I'll be right back, honey. Come here a second.

I warned you.

She's shaken up about all this.

I know, I know.

OK.

Have you spoken to your sister?

- Yes. - Really?

She came to the office.

And how's she doing?

Pretty good, considering the load of shit she's in.

- Did she tell you how it happened? - No.

- No and I'm not going to ask. - Of course.

I suppose it's none of our business, right?

You suppose correctly.

I just can't fucking believe it.

The shit's hit the fan.

Yeah, it's really crazy.

Did you know?

- Why would I know? - Maybe she mentioned something to you?

- No, I knew nothing. - OK, just thought you might...

Maite!

- She didn't tell me anything. - OK, calm down.

I might go see Maca before work.

She's at my dad's house.

Nestor kicked her out.

Obviously.

I can't imagine how Nestor must be feeling right now.

Actually I can. Been cheated on myself when I was younger, so...

Seriously? You think this is the time to bring that up?

What? It was just an innocent comment.

Weren't you leaving?

Right.

OK.

- What about...? - She's fine, don't worry.

- If you need me... - I'll call.

Macarena won't be teaching anymore.

As your friends, we wanted to tell you.

The PTA has written a statement clarifying the view of all parents.

A gesture of support.

Yes, which is why we'd like you to support it too.

- Now? - Well, yes...

I don't know, it might be best

to post it on the school's website today.

But if it causes you any kind of...

No, not at all.

Sounds OK, right?

What does it say?

- She'll read it to you... - Yes, OK...

Today, 14th October, at 8:24, a video was posted on the school's social networks

of a student with the teacher...

She didn't want to give Ivan's name because, well, so as not to...

Right?

Maybe it would be best to leave this for another time.

Yes.

We brought one of Arturo's cakes.

Chocolate and walnut.

It's great with...

That's great.

Shall we go get the plates?

How could she do something like this?

She's known him since he was a kid.

I don't get it either. I thought it was a fake video.

- Me too. - I was convinced.

When I saw it... wow.

Did you watch all of it?

More or less, I mean...

Yes or no?

How...?

How bad is it?

- You haven't seen it? - No, no.

Only the first few seconds.

- Well, it's normal. - There's nothing normal about it.

Yeah, I know, I mean, at first it's more, you know...

Not really so much... but then it gets more...

Well, you know. They did it and that's that.

OK, but it was her who started it, right?

- It was her. - Well, I don't know...

- What do you want me to say? - No, I don't want to know.

- With your friend's son, it's not right. - No, it's not.

I never thought Macarena could do something like this.

I totally agree.

I scraped her car.

What?

I followed her home, but she went in before I could...

But her car was there...

OK, well you know what?

You did well.

It's healthy to vent, right?

I scraped in "SLUT".

Hey, you know what? Look...

Take two of these every six hours.

They're a lifesaver.

I started taking them during my kids' pre-teen years

and they're wonderful.

Hey, and...

Have you spoken to her?

No.

I'm not sure how to handle this. The three of us are friends, Ana.

Do whatever you like.

But don't mention her to me again.

- You asked me. - Well, don't listen to me.

OK, fine. Not another word.

- Perfect. - Fine.

You've seen her when she's drunk.

She doesn't flirt with anyone.

But now she has to do it with my son!

How can you be attracted to a kid you saw come into this world?

Who's slept over at your house hundreds of times.

And at the club, where we'd all hang out?

Right there!

In the warehouse, in that dump!

In the middle of boxes...

they go at it and...

Oh, please!

How can you do that? You'd have to be...

I just don't understand it.

You mean...

I mean I don't understand it.

- What's on your mind? - Nothing.

- What? - Nothing.

- Tell me. - Nothing.

- What? - No, it's nothing.

It doesn't matter.

OK, look...

What?

Well, when Ivan got caught...

selling drugs at school...

- Yes... - and you took him to rehab...

Macarena...

went to visit him.

What?

- She went several times. - What?

To give him classes.

Mac asked me not to tell. She thought Diego would say no and..

I don't know.. At the time, it made sense.

You were being so extreme that...

But that was three years ago.

OK, listen to me, Ani.

I'm not saying that... I'm probably wrong.

You need to leave. You need to leave now.

THREE DAYS LATER

We have to stop the rehearsal.

Why? What's wrong?

It seems that a student has been found dead.

Macarena, Macarena.

- Did they say who it is? - No.

I have to go, Arturo, I'll be back in a bit.

That's impossible.

It can't be.

THREE DAYS EARLIER...

Alfonso.

Alfonso, look who's here.

It's your daughter.

Come and sit down.

Alfonso...

What did you do with your blanket? Sit down.

- Here. - Hi, Dad.

Are you staying the night? I'll make up your bed.

Don't worry, I'll do it.

- Very well, Ma'am. - Thank you, Edita.

Notebooks,

they're just... everyday notebooks.

They gave them to them at rehab to write their diaries.

But I don't know where he put them.

Ana.

- Ana. - Yes, that's them.

That's them.

What the hell is this?

Oh my God, honey.

What's wrong?

Christ...

That bitch.

That fucking bitch.

Fucking bitch. And I...

I swear I'll kill her.

Why the hell are you in my room?

Listen, son...

My notebooks.

Explain this to me.

Hey. What the fuck?

You slept with her three years ago?

Get off! Give me my notebook.

- How dare you? - We just want to help.

How dare you?

Let him go.

No.

We have to go to the police.

- We have to go to the police. - Yes, let's go.

Did you fuck up? You did. A lot? Absolutely.

And all by yourself? Also true.

Even so, it could be worse.

Oh yeah?

Ivan could've been a minor. If this were a few months ago,

you'd really be in the shit.

I don't think that's a point that'll calm anyone down,

but it's still a good point.

Remember when your brother cheated on me with that bitch with the pointy tits?

How could I forget?

Is it just me, or is it not normal to have hard nipples all the time?

The other day I saw them through her wool sweater.

She's the worst.

- No, Maite, don't go there. - OK, I'm sorry.

Sorry, but I really hate her.

Yes, I know, so do I. We all hate her.

May she drop dead.

Anyway, so when that happened, I thought it was the end.

OK? But then I forgave your brother.

Then it all got worse for some reason.

It got worse, Maite, because just maybe

you shouldn't have hit Sofia on her wedding day.

- I never hit her. - Please.

That's not hitting.

- That's not hitting. - You pulled her hair.

Hitting is kicking or punching.

- You pulled out her hair extensions. - Are you my biographer now?

What I'm trying to say, if you'll let me speak...

Sorry, go ahead.

Is that all of us can fuck up.

As an expert on the subject,

I can tell you it won't be easy, but in the end,

everything turns out like it's supposed to.

I don't know...

I don't think Nestor and I can get over this.

No.

Are you sure you want to get over it?

What do you mean?

Of all the fuckable guys out there,

you chose one who's your student

and the son of one of your best friends.

OK, the kid's a hottie, but what a mess!

Yeah, but I wasn't expecting the whole of Belmonte to find out.

But you knew the risks and you did it anyway.

- Yeah. - In one go, you ruined your marriage,

your job, your friendships, everything.

You're really cheering me up. Thanks a bunch.

I feel much better now. - What I mean is...

I'm not saying... I'm not saying you did it on purpose,

like in "Dangerous Liaisons", you know that movie?

Yeah.

Or like in "Gossip". No.

It's more like "Miss Congeniality".

No, she was undercover, that doesn't work.

What I mean is...

You weren't conscious of it, but perhaps,

just perhaps, you wanted all this to happen.

- Seriously? - Seriously.

It's the only way it makes any sense. Think about it.

Well, I mean, I...

- I wasn't in a great place. - No.

But to go from not great to...

ruining my whole life, it's a bit...

If you think about it like that, everything's worked out great.

I don't know, that's not what it feels like at all.

- Maite... - It's work, I have to go.

Oh, OK.

- Are you going to be OK? - Yes.

- Sure? - Yes.

Inspector, they're waiting for you.

- Change this for me, it's broken. - Of course.

Hi.

Wow, this is...

Listen...

- That's it, Maite... - Yes.

Maite, that's enough.

What are you going to do about it?

We'll open an investigation, but we have to be careful.

- Sure... - Careful?

It's not really solid evidence, this could be

a fantasy, right? Look...

Have you read this?

It's a page-turner, right?

It gets you hooked, like a novel, it's too perfect to be true.

Of course it's true, Maite!

- Of course. - Or maybe not.

- Macarena went to see him every week. - Every week.

During his whole stay, and she did it behind our backs!

You need to go and arrest her.

Diego, there's no proof.

What do you mean no proof?

What do you mean no proof? God damn it.

Diego, please.

Diego, unless Ivan confirms this is true, I can't...

You think I don't know what's going on here?

You think I'm a jerk?

I knew it.

What did I say? I knew you'd try to protect her.

Especially you.

If Ivan was a girl and

she an old lech, it would be different.

But no, she's a woman,

so it's all more relative, right?

Well, no. This isn't some kinky story about

a student and his teacher, no, my son was a minor

and she's been abusing him for three years.

So either do your job

or I will, but I swear to God, justice will be done.

You're totally wrong, I'm not protecting her.

I'm just asking you to talk to Ivan, because he's your son.

Can you do that?

Look here...

Don't lecture me...

because you're the worst mother ever.

Yeah, right.

- Your daughter hates you. - Diego.

Do your fucking job. Diego, what?

Sure, sure...

Let's go, Ana.

- Maite. - It's...

Ivan's a kid, he's protecting Macarena.

- I think he has Stockholm syndrome. - Ana.

- There must be something we can do. - Ana, talk to your son.

He doesn't want to. He won't talk to us.

The press will take care of it.

There's even a "Macarena" hashtag on Twitter.

Yeah, there are some funny memes too.

They're not funny.

This is the worst thing that's ever happened to me.

Can you be a bit more supportive, please?

I'm on your side. I never liked Ivan.

He's been top of my Columbine List for years.

Your what?

I started it at nine.

A ranking of the first people I'd go after

if, hypothetically, I lost my mind one day

and went on a killing spree at school.

What?

I'm not saying I'd really do it but...

You never know when you might lose it.

Right? It happens to the best families.

If it's me,

I'd at least want to have some standards.

Madness doesn't have to be at odds with order.

Well, it's a good thing we're graduating this year.

Don't worry, I like you too much.

You're my bae, I'd let you slip out through the back.

- Thanks. - Don't mention it, girl.

I don't ever want to see Ivan again, he's always been a jerk.

Thanks to him, my mom's lost everything.

He doesn't give a shit about us.

Everyone has stuff to hide, just that others usually don't find out.

Can you stop taking his side?

I'm not. I'm just saying that

if people knew my brother jerks off to photos of Lucia,

or that my mom steals pills from the doctor...

That's not the same.

Well...

Well what?

You want a smoke?

You're crazy, if your mom catches you, she'll call the cops.

Everything's under control.

I brought you a sandwich...

We're changing. Leave it outside and go.

OK, OK.

It's Macarena.

It's your mom.

- Hi. - Hi.

Is Natalia here? Nestor told me she was here.

Yes, she's here. - OK.

Can you ask her to come outside, please?

She doesn't want to talk to you.

Oh...

Can't she tell me that?

She told me.

Look, she's mad, she just needs some time, maybe

you should give her some space. - No, no, no...

What are you doing?

Shit, it's your mom.

Shut up, Dad.

What's up? Who's here?

Can you both shut up?

Don't do this, Yolanda.

- Do what? - Tell me what to do with my daughter.

I want what's best for you both.

Either tell her to come out, or I'm going in.

I'm her godmother. She asked for my help.

I know, I made you her godmother.

Yes and I appreciate the vote of confidence.

Are you going to let me in, or do we have to fight it out?

Has it really come to this, Mac?

Come on, we're friends, I'm just trying to...

Yolanda, let me in, or I'll rip your head off.

Yep, that's the mood I'm in.

OK...

Thank you.

Natalia, wait a moment.

Fuck.

Natalia. Natalia, open up, please.

Natalia, I'm your mom, I don't want to talk through glass.

Can you open the door, please?

Natalia.

Natalia, I'm sorry.

If you change your mind at some point and you want to...

And you want to talk,

or listen to me, or shout at me, or, I don't know, you want to...

Whatever, whatever you want.

I'll be waiting, OK?

I love you.

I'll take good care of her.

Yes, I know.

Thank you.

A statement for Radio 6, please.

Is the latest information true?

Please, no.

Have you been having sexual relations with Ivan for three years?

- What? - Then it's true.

According to Ivan's journals, it started in 2018,

when he was a minor, and as his teacher, you knew that.

Macarena?

No statement, Macarena?

You must have something to declare. Is it true? Were you in love?

Follow me.

- What are you doing? - And you?

THREE DAYS LATER

That's impossible.

Hello?

But...

What the hell?

Shit.