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Shit.

Damn...

Is someone there?

Fuck. Fuck!

What did you to my son?

Diego, please! Stop!

- I'll kill you! - Diego, stop!

Diego, get off her!

Leave her alone!

Calm down, OK?

Get your fucking hands off me!

What did you do with my son, you bitch?

I'm going to kill you!

I'm going to kill you, you bitch!

Shit.

Where is it?

Fuck.

Shit.

THREE DAYS EARLIER...

What the hell?

- What are you playing at? - You called me.

Because you've gone fucking crazy. - Yeah, right.

I'm the only one who hasn't.

- What about the video? - I didn't upload it.

- Then who? Only you had it. - And you.

- Then someone took it from you. - Or from you.

I erased it.

- Someone must've... - No, Ivan.

Say what you like, but it wasn't me.

OK and your journals?

They have nothing to do with you too?

Yeah, that's on me.

My dad found them and gave them to the press.

- When did you write them? - At rehab.

- Why? - I needed to.

Oh, Ivan.

No one was supposed to read them.

- We didn't do anything wrong. - Yes, we did.

I'd do it all over again.

- And so would you. - No, I wouldn't.

You said you wanted it all to go to hell.

Now you're scared.

Ivan, it's a form of speech.

People have crises and say things they don't mean.

You don't get how serious this is, you're just a kid.

OK, I'm sorry, Ivan. I'm sorry, I...

Look, this is all my fault.

- I confused you. - I'm not the one who's confused.

Ivan.

You have to say it only happened once.

If you don't,

I'll be accused of sexual abuse.

I'll go to jail.

OK.

Here are my journals.

My dad only kept one of them.

I'm 18 and neither you nor my parents...

nor the whole of Belmonte can convince me that what we did was wrong.

And even if you deny it,

I know how you feel.

Ivan, it only happened once.

OK.

YOU SHALL NOT LIE

Honey.

Look what I got from the garden.

- What are you doing? - I just cut them, especially for you.

You're such a liar.

Mom, turn that off.

- What? - Everyone shut up.

We are with Ivan Soler, son of the Spanish businessman, Diego Soler.

Let's go live to our reporter.

Can you confirm you were 15 when you first slept together?

Were you together all this time?

What you've published is my journal, OK?

They're just exercises, stories...

- We weren't sleeping together. - How many times did it happen?

It just happened once. Stop inventing shit.

When?

- A few weeks ago. - And when you were a minor?

No.

You wrote she visited you every week in rehab, is that true?

Yes.

- What was your relationship? - She was my teacher.

- Why didn't your parents know? - Because my parents...

Being there was punishment, they didn't want me to be happy.

Were you happy with her? What did you do?

We didn't do anything, dammit.

- What's he saying? - During that time...

- What's he saying? - Let him talk.

- He's fucking lying. - You shouldn't have leaked his journals.

Can we just listen for once?

We talked about books.

We liked spending time together.

- Were you in love? - Yes.

We are in love.

What's he talking about?

What is he saying?

Did she say she was in love?

She didn't have to, I can tell.

How?

Because we spent time together, we avoided touching each other.

It was obvious how we felt.

But you never...

Never. We knew nothing could happen between us until I was 18.

- So you'll be together now? - Not if you keep hounding us.

- You were 15, did she seduce you? - It was mutual.

- Are you protecting her? - Go to hell.

Go fuck yourselves. That's all.

You're better off without that jerk.

Find someone else to fuck.

That's your advice as my stepmom?

It's the best way to get over someone.

What about Yolanda's son?

He's cute...

He'd definitely be up for it.

Shit.

- I'm going to talk to them. - I wouldn't, Mac.

- No? - No.

Then what would you do? After all that?

Journalists are even worse blood-suckers than us lawyers.

Oh, OK then.

All they want is a good story and in this case, it's abuse.

Sex, lies and broken families...

Except it's all lies, OK?

He said I flirted with him when he was 15, he's lying.

- You didn't? - No, I didn't.

- You flirted with him when he was 15. - Fuck, don't you believe me?

No, why wouldn't you have? Who cares?

What do you mean?

Who cares you flirted with a 15-year-old?

Another thing is fucking him. You go to jail for that.

Mac, he just said you didn't abuse him.

And I didn't. I didn't, OK?

OK, but the papers don't agree.

Oh, the papers, the papers. That's just great.

In this case, between a piece of paper and you,

people are more sympathetic to the piece of paper.

Great.

He just saved your ass.

Yeah, he saved my ass?

Well, I think he's ruining my life.

He's ruining my life.

- Listen to me. - What?

Best-case scenario,

you slept with one of your students,

who's one of your best friends' son,

no one can ruin your life any more than it already is.

Go to the kitchen, open a bottle of wine,

and celebrate you're not going to jail.

Ivan.

Turn that off, or I'll confiscate it.

Sorry.

Ivan.

Look who's here to see you.

Hi, Ivan.

Hi.

We'll leave you two alone so you can talk.

What is it, Willy? I'm in a hurry.

Can we talk for a minute?

Look, I'm sorry.

- They only let me back thanks to you. - I'm not here to talk about that.

Honestly, don't worry about it.

Ivan, take a seat for a moment, please.

OK?

Ivan, wait a moment. Ivan.

When I finish this, I'm going.

Your dad knows sending your diary to the press was wrong.

No, it just didn't turn out like he hoped.

He wanted to help you and now, they need to talk.

They think I'm neutral, so you might open up to me if...

Ivan, I know it's not easy to talk about some things with family.

That's why I'm here.

- Is there anything you want to tell me? - No.

If you were abused, you can tell me. I'm on your side.

Willy, how old were you when you lost your virginity?

What?

You had sex in high school, right?

Or as a student. You must have, right?

I'm not sure that's relevant, but...

Look...

Whether I slept with Macarena or not, at 15, I wanted to fuck her.

Fuck, Willy. Do I look traumatized to you?

I don't know, Ivan, but I'm here to help. How are you?

Do you want to tell me anything? I can help you. Look at me.

- Fuck. - Ivan, I swear, you can trust me.

Don't go. Listen to me a moment.

It's OK, Ivan, calm down.

- You want to talk to me? - Yes, we just want to help.

Then trust me. Give me back the car keys.

- No way. - What do you want the car keys for?

- Don't you trust me? - Yes.

We do, don't we?

Don't we? - Sure.

Give him the car keys.

Give them to him!

You think this is helping him?

We're idiots, Ana.

- What did he say? - Nothing, I'm sorry.

I tried, but he won't listen to reason.

Well, that's just great. This is all going great.

- Shut up. - Awesome parents we are.

- What are you doing here? - I need to talk to you.

I can't... I can't, Maca.

- I'm waiting for a patient. - Yes.

Yes, that's right. I already know that.

What do you know? Did you make an appointment?

Maca, cut the crap.

It's not crap, Nestor. I need help.

I fucked a teenager who happens to be

my best friend's son and my student.

I'm going to lose my job and my house,

my daughter won't talk to me and my husband...

My husband doesn't even want to see me.

You sure you want to play this game?

OK, let's see then...

You say your husband doesn't want to see you.

- Does that surprise you? - No.

Why don't you wait?

I need him to know that what Ivan said on TV was a lie.

I never felt anything for him and I didn't know

how he felt. I made a mistake, but it only happened once.

Nothing he said about rehab was true.

There's nothing go on. - If it's all a lie,

why didn't you tell your husband you went to see him at rehab?

I don't tell him everything I do.

He doesn't tell me about all his patients.

You think your husband would tell you if he slept with one of his patients?

- I guess so. - You guess so?

I don't know.

Yes.

Yes, he would.

So, then...

trust is much more valuable to him than you.

Well, perhaps he's perfect and I'm not.

Fuck, Néstor. What do you want me to say?

Why did you go and see him every week at rehab?

I wanted to help him.

- Why did you care so much? - He was very talented.

He was a good writer.

All his work had a special sensibility.

I felt like all that about the drugs was just an excuse

to try and escape the pain he felt.

So, yes,

I suggested we continued his classes,

without his parents knowing. They wouldn't have approved.

When is the video from?

Two weeks ago.

- Did it happen any other times? - No.

- Why'd you do it? - I don't know.

Yes, you do.

- No, I don't. - You do.

No, I don't, Nestor. I don't know.

Sometimes, I don't have a fucking clue what it is that I want.

I tell myself I love you, this life,

but sometimes I feel the exact opposite.

And then...

This neighborhood. Here it's all so...

Perfect, wonderful. Look how attractive

and happy and privileged we all are.

There's like this desperate need

for reaffirmation the whole time.

Here, you're condemned to being happy.

What more could you ask for? What more could you need?

Fuck, Nestor. Sometimes...

Sometimes I want more.

Or at least to feel like something could happen.

Something unexpected, not a daze-overdose like everything else,

and I'd love it...

I swear, Nestor, when I start feeling like this,

feeling crazy, like I need more,

I'd love to share it with you.

But damn, Nestor, we've become...

I don't know.

So I swallow it and go to Pilates class.

Or to pick up Natalia.

Or to my job, which also has to be wonderful and constantly awesome.

And then suddenly, one day...

Just one day...

That impulse that had been eating away at me...

I lost my mind.

I did something crazy.

- That's all. - You decided

to sleep with the first person who crossed your path.

It wasn't planned.

So, just a coincidence that it was the kid

who you'd been seeing continuously

for three years,

with whom nothing had ever happened,

but who'd just happened to write pages... Pages

of a made-up love story that just happened to be with you.

Must be a coincidence

from that magic, crazy world

you say you sometimes want to live in.

When did it happen? What day was it?

If you were at the club in the afternoon, it was a Tuesday.

The day we ordered from the new Japanese place?

- Who cares? - That day...

That day you got home late.

You brought some expensive wine.

Natalia was having dinner with us,

you told us about Willy's Tinder date...

And...

And... well, we fucked like we hadn't fucked in a long time.

I'm sorry.

At least you managed to give a twist

to that life that was suffocating you.

Nestor, it only...

It only happened once.

You know me.

I know you enough to know that it wasn't just a fling.

Yes, it was.

It was, Nestor, it was.

What do you want?

What do you want now? For me to wait for this to blow over?

I just...

I just want you to forgive me.

Nestor.

OK, look...

-Here's something for the anxiety -Nestor, look at me.

And to help you sleep,

and if you need money

or anything, no problem.

But nothing more.

Nothing more.

Don't come to see Natalia. When she's feeling better,

I'll convince her to go and see you.

The session is over.

TWO DAYS LATER...

Mom.

Natalia...

Where were you? Are you staying?

Are you alone?

Yes, I was upstairs.

- You know what happened? - No, Natalia listen.

Has anyone been here recently?

- What? - Any visitors, has anyone been here?

- No. - No?

Someone must have been, think.

Maybe...

- Maybe someone came when you were out. - When I was out?

- Yes. - Mom, what's up?

- Where's your dad? - He went out for a walk.

Now?

We got back from school, he said he needed some air and went for a walk.

OK and when that kid from school was here

with Maite, were you together the whole time?

- Were you apart at any time? - No.

Only when I got changed.

What's wrong, Mom?

Hello.

Where were you?

Natalia, can you go up to your room, please?

- Why? What's wrong? - Natalia, go upstairs.

They said on the radio they found a body at the cliffs.

A body?

Yes.

Whose body?

I don't know, we'll go and see whose it was now.

Let's go.

Why were you at the school?

And you?

Shall we go?

Yes.

Let's go.

TWO DAYS EARLIER...

Yoli, can you come to the club? I need to talk.

I'm losing my mind.

What? Ana, listen to me.

Ana, remember that time

that Iris faked all her grades

and we found out at the parents' meeting?

It was so embarrassing.

What did Roberto say to me at yoga?

You have to calm your breathing to calm your soul.

Am I right?

So, just breathe, Ani, OK?

Well? Feel better now?

No, shut up, silly.

I am going to go to the club. Yes, I am.

OK, see you in a bit.

Ana... Yes, I'll...

I'll see you soon, OK? OK, bye. Take care.

Hey.

- What is it? - Look at this.

I found it among the dirty clothes.

- This is...? - Drugs!

Whose is it? Iris'?

- No. - Oscar's?

No.

- Then whose? - How should I know?

I didn't think our kids took drugs.

Me neither.

- Maybe it's Natalia's? - Yeah, must be Natalia's.

No, how could it be Natalia's? She's a good kid.

Well, remember that time she almost bit Oscar's cheek off?

They were at nursery school.

Well, let's not make a mountain out of a molehill.

Our kids are on drugs, Arturo.

OK, I'll talk to them tonight and sort it out. Give it to me.

No, no, not you.

- Why not? - Because I say so.

Because they'll sweet talk you. I'll take care of it.

Don't tell anyone about this, OK?

- Who am I going to tell? - Don't get me started...

What? I'm running late.

Here.

The Chinese are going to love this.

Weren't they Korean?

- Chinese, Korean... They're all the same. - True.

One thing, give it to them before you start the meeting.

Asians pay attention to detail, unlike you.

Thanks for that.

This morning...

when Yolanda found my weed...

It's good stuff, isn't it?

I blamed the kids.

I mean, please!

Oh, my God.

Pretty shitty, right?

Here...

I'm going to fall over.

Here.

And have a princess cake too.

What? No thanks.

They say sugar is good for a broken heart. Oops.

You're such a douche.

I'm sorry. I blame this weed of yours.

Sure.

Arturo, dude...

I need you to lend me 10 grand.

- Only 10? - In cash.

Well, in that case!

If it's in cash...

I don't know how much money I've got, but...

So find it, man.

- You're kidding, right? - No.

- You must be kidding. - No, man.

10 grand this afternoon, or I'll tell Yolanda you lost your job

and my dad that you lost all the money he gave you to invest.

Got it?

And half of Belmonte's money too.

Come on, Ivan...

This is me.

- Where am I going to get 10 grand? - I don't care.

You don't care?

Get me the cash by this afternoon, or I'll tell all.

If this is a joke, it's not fucking funny.

Hey, Ivan...

Wait a second.

Wait, for fuck's sake. Wait.

- Let's talk about this. - Let go of me.

- But... - Let go of me.

Fucking let go of me.

I'm sorry, man.

TWO DAYS LATER...

Sorry, Ma'am, you can't park here.

I'm waiting for my husband, he'll be right back.

Well, don't be long, OK?

- What's happened? - Someone's been stabbed.

My baby!

He's my baby!

Please, no!

Ivan!

My son!

TWO DAYS EARLIER...

What are you doing here?

I thought you could use some family support.

I thought you'd be glued to the TV, following the love story.

Sofia...

Leave.

You don't want me to leave.

You're hoping I'll fuck you out of rage?

You think I'm that bad?

It was a mistake. That once.

I wish I remembered all my mistakes so fondly.

Leave...

You still feel guilty.

Haven't you seen the video?

Yes, of course you have.

Truth is, the person who uploaded it did you a favor.

And me too, hopefully.

You have to leave.

Nestor, I know you.

I know what you're going through. You need someone to talk to.

That person's not you.

I'll take that as a compliment.

If you need anything...

Anything at all...

Call me.

- Mommy, look. - Great.

Good job!

- Where'd you get those? You don't smoke. - I do now.

I bought them.

I just wanted my kids to have a normal family, to be happy...

Now everything's gone to hell.

- You haven't done anything wrong. - Yes, I have.

I should've left Diego years ago.

What are you talking about, Ana?

- This is just a rough patch. - No.

We lost Ivan a long time ago.

We didn't raise him right.

He's had awful parents who didn't love each other.

And now look at him, a victim of abuse.

Yesterday, Ivan said nothing happened until two weeks ago.

I don't believe that. Do you?

You know what a fifteen-year-old's hormones are like.

She must have done whatever she wanted to him.

What if she's with him now?

It was me

who let him leave. - Listen...

- You need to calm down. - I can't!

And it was Diego who leaked the diary.

OK, OK, stop, That's enough. Richi!

Take all this away and bring us

two vermouth, OK? Thanks.

- What about your detox? - I'll take two Pilates classes.

Listen...

All marriages go through rough patches.

All of them.

It's normal to hate your husband.

At least for a few days.

Or half the time.

Diego acted like this because he's under pressure.

No. He was like this before.

- He always does the same thing. - Listen.

The last thing you need right now is a family conflict.

You should be united. This is your marriage,

your family.

And you're a great mom.

You picked up the kids and came here,

to keep up their routine.

You don't want any of this to affect them.

I admire you.

That's not true.

What?

I swear it is.

You'll go straight to hell.

No way.

But thanks.

You're right.

This is all Macarena's fault. When I see her...

Where are our vermouth?

I mean...

They're taking ages today. I'm going to...

Stay right here, OK?

Macarena.

What are you doing here?

I came to see Ilia.

She's the only one who's not judging me.

Mac, you can't be here. Ana's at the bar, if she sees you...

Yolanda, nothing happened with Ivan when he was 15.

It was only that one time. I was in a bad place.

Maca, you have to go. There's no time to argue.

- I didn't do what they said in the papers. - You did do something.

You did do something. You slept with Ivan.

At least once. It's disgusting.

Yoli.

- Quick, run. - Fuck, Yolanda.

- Yolanda... - Shut up.

Yolanda?

- What are you doing? - Fucking get down.

- Yolanda... - Just shut up.

Yoli.

- Yolanda, this is absurd. - Shut up a moment.

- Just shut up a minute. - OK, I'll shut up...

Have you lost your mind?

You should be hiding away at home,

not here visiting a horse!

You're making it worse. You're acting crazy.

- Crazy? - Yes and it's the last thing you need.

- Listen, Yolanda... - No, you listen.

Classes are canceled and they've called a meeting with everyone.

Stay away from the school.

- Yolanda... - No.

Fuck.

Congratulations.

A parent-student meeting starring your mom. You've made it.

I didn't think it'd be as bad as this.

Nat, they're idiots.

- Ignore them. - It's not that easy.

Hey, Natalia. Can I get your mom's number?

I've used up all my likes on Tinder.

Your dick-pic strategy not working, Javi?

I don't get it. Well, actually, I do.

Ask your mom what my dick's like.

- Natalia. - Fuck! You burned my face!

Natalia, please, wait a moment.

- It's OK... - Natalia.

Natalia, please, wait. I need to talk to you.

- Wait, Natalia. - You've embarrassed yourself enough.

I need to talk to you, OK?

- I have to go. - Natalia, ask me whatever you want.

I don't want to ask anything.

This hell is all thanks to you and Dad.

Yesterday they asked every one of us

if you'd done anything else.

I was asked if you brought students home.

I'm so sorry, Natalia, but Ivan and I have nothing going on.

I don't care, Mom.

There's a meeting to talk about you, so just go.

- Natalia. - Mac.

What the hell are you...

Natalia.

Natalia.

Not even a fucking phone call to see how I was?

No Whatsapps, nothing!

All day, sending crap back and forth

but total silence now?

- Mac, Mac. - Yeah, I'm going. I'm outta here.

Yeah, I'm going. I'm outta here.

Dad?

Edita?

I pretend it's the last time we're going to see each other.

I even enjoy the feeling of losing her.

Although I don't manage to fully believe it.

She left a week ago and I'm starting to feel anxious.

What if she was serious?

These have been the worst three days of my life.

I can't go on like this.

Two weeks since the last time.

I decide to go looking for her.

Tonight, I'm going to jump the fence.

Wednesdays are my favorite day of the week.

She's back.

She's here while I'm writing this.

Only for the classes.

I believe it's part of a plan.

So that we can start anew.

Going back to the little gestures,

to seducing each other,

noticing her hand on my shoulder.

It's happening...

Mac.

Fuck, Ivan.

- How did you get in? - Through the back.

- You have to leave now, please. - OK, but only with you.

Shit.

Stay here. Hide in there, Ivan.

- Why? - Ivan, hide in there.

Ivan, don't fuck around. Hide!

Ana.

Where are we going?

Nestor...

I'm not the one you imagine I am

A quiet and simple woman

Who you leave one day and who always forgives

That little girl, I am no longer

You'll never be able to boast

of having played

with the truth, with love

of others

If you really love me

I'm no longer that frightened girl

in the eye of the storm, fighting the waves to find the beach...

That girl I am no longer

But if you're only looking for an adventure

You'd better look out, my friend, for your house and home

I'm not the one who loses hope

You'd better think twice

No, that girl I am no longer

the one you imagine,

that quiet and simple woman

Who you leave one day and who always forgives

That girl I am no longer

That girl I am no longer