Dope pictures!
Well, it's obvious you don't have his artistic gifts.
No way. Didn't get those genes.
This is a good one.
Really good. I love it.
Yep, use this one.
Yeah.
Great.
Yuck!
Note to self.
Do not do spells with garlic.
Ever.
Thanks to you, I'll have to start over.
Oh, shut up!
Hey.
Don't talk to her like that.
There's no better friend than a sister.
Ha!
Said the only child.
Are you headed out?
Yeah, why?
No reason.
Girls,
I'm going out to dinner tomorrow.
With who?
No one, honey. Some friends.
Okay, right. With a guy for sure.
I'll ask Itziar to stay with you.
-It's okay. I can take care of Ona. -I'll take care of Amaia.
No. I'm not leaving you two alone.
Why not?
Yeah, why not?
Because I say so.
Okay. So you can go out with your friends, while we're stuck with that lady.
Hey, she has a name.
It's Itziar.
And I owe her a lot. She got me the job at the bakery.
She's family and my friend.
If she's your friend, why didn't you invite her too?
Wait. You're going on a date, right?
An ex-boyfriend from town?
I'll go out with whoever I want!
I'm not in the mood to argue.
Amaia!
Itziar's staying with you tomorrow. That's final.
Great.
-Dinner will be at nine o'clock. -Okay.
Grab a jacket or something.
It's gonna rain.
-Hi. -Hi.
Amaia. Okay. Easy.
Calm down. Smile. Like that. Great. You're doing awesome.
Be calm because…
Hi.
Shit.
Damn it.
You all right?
-Yeah. -You sure?
Yep. It was the bike. I don't know what happened.
Let me take a look.
I don't know.
The chain's come off.
Don't worry. I'll have it fixed in no time.
Eh, forget it.
I can do it.
You know how to?
Sure.
Don't you?
Yeah, of course. But…
Done.
Okay.
Let's check it out.
Fixed.
There you go.
-Hurry, to the tunnel! -Okay.
Holy shit!
What even is this?
Welcome to Salabarria.
You're all wet!
What?
-You're soaked. -Right.
-Want my jacket? -Nah. It's okay.
-You sure? -You want mine?
Well,
it was just like a movie.
One of those romantic ones where you go, "Look how in love they are."
-But rated G. -You said you weren't into him.
Amaia, honey,
chill.
Hey. You guys are just jealous.
-You weren't even there. -Sure.
-Well, there you go. -Done.
You owe me a chocolate pastry. And you, chips.
I know. I'll get you some,
but first I need to fix this.
What's wrong?
You look like a "what I ordered versus what I got" meme.
And you are "what I got."
-Hey. -You're like discount Amaia.
I thought you guys said, "sophisticated and black."
-Well, this is it. -Yeah, but this is not that.
You're too demure. It lacks oomph. It lacks power.
And a little cleavage.
One more.
So much better.
No doubt.
-Your mother and the photographer dated. -Okay.
My aunt says your mom left town because she got pregnant.
My mom says that had nothing to do with it.
Okay. But I asked you not to tell anyone.
They don't suspect a thing. I brought it up and let them talk.
How did you do that?
Jorge Marín's holding an exhibition in Pamplona.
So, I said, "Isn't that guy from here?" And they started--
Okay.
He's holding an exhibition in Pamplona?
Yeah.
When?
Next week, I think.
I don't know if he'll be there,
but…
we could give it a shot.
PHOTOGRAPHY EXHIBITION JORGE MARÍN
Hey, no. Tell me what's up.
I cast a love spell on Asier.
Well,
just do what you told me.
One, two, three.
This one.
Make the bed.
How's school?
Have you made friends?
No.
What's the matter? They still teasing you?
What's going on? You can tell me.
Ona,
what's wrong?
They call me "Conguito."
Damn. So young and so cruel.
Did you tell the teacher?
Sure, so they can call me "Conguito the Snitch."
You have to tell Mom.
No. And don't say anything either.
But you have to do something.
No.
If you don't, they'll keep messing with you.
I said no.
Well, if you won't, I will.
Leave me alone. You're just like Mom.
All right,
Ona. Okay.
I won't do anything.
Or say anything, okay?
Promise me.
I promise.
Yummy.
They're delicious.
Well, I love them.
-If you don't want them, I'll take them. -Okay.
Here you are, honey.
All yours. Thanks.
Do you like it?
It was Grandma's.
It looks good on you.
Know what your grandma used to say?
What?
That she didn't follow trends. Her style would always make a comeback.
And now look at you.
Petra had a strong character.
Come on. Play it cool.
Pretend you don't know anything.
I heard at school
that she did readings.
Tarot or something like that.
Kind of silly, right?
No, not silly at all.
Your grandmother had a gift.
Wow!
You mean like superpowers?
Don't tell your mom about this,
but I went to Petra for help once.
I had no job, no money.
I called her, and two days later,
I found work and was able to pay off all my debts.
But that's just a coincidence, right?
Possibly.
But your grandmother helped many people, Amaia.
That's a lot of coincidences.
She had that special gift that some people are just born with.
Where did she get it from?
I don't know.
They say it runs in families, but your mom definitely doesn't have it.
Oh, she does. She's a witch.
Maybe
it's something like blue eyes, where it skips a generation,
and now one of you is
the next little witch in town.
That's nonsense.
No. It's not.
Dude, you said that out loud.
Amaia,
your grandmother was special.
If your mom finds out I let you stay up late,
she'll kill me.
I would've loved to have met my grandma.
She would've loved that too.
She only knew you when you were little.
But sometimes life gets complicated.
Why?
Why did it get complicated?
Well, you know, your mother outgrew the town.
Yeah. But we could've visited in the summer or at Christmas.
That would've been great.
I just don't get it.
Did my mother have problems with a boyfriend or something?
Amaia.
Any questions you have,
you should ask your mother.
Why can't you just tell me?
Because it's not my life.
Oh, Amaia. You're such an idiot.
Hey. What's up?
Hi.
Excuse me. You're Amaia, right?
Yeah.
I'm Fran.
Or Chivite. Welcome.
If you're part of the welcoming committee, you're a little late.
Yeah, well. Look, it's just that…
I'm a friend of Jokin. He told me you helped him.
No way!
Okay.
So what?
Could you help me?
I'll pay you the same. Whatever it takes.
Hey. Ask him to give you 40 euros.
It's 50 euros.
Wow! Now here's the part where he leaves.
Fine. Here.
What I tell you will stay between you and me, yeah?
-Yeah. -You sure?
Yes. Of course.
What do you need?
Look,
lately everything in my life's going to hell.
I'm failing all my tests,
things are crazy at home,
and everything's going wrong.
And then my bike got messed up.
All in the last 10 days.
I don't know if someone put the evil eye on me or what.
I don't get it. Help me out. You know about this stuff.
What do you think?
Come on, Amaia.
Say something.
It's true that I sense,
like, bad energy around you.
You know what?
Bad energy builds up over time because of things we've done in the past.
Like karma?
Yes, that's it.
Like karma. Karma.
I knew it.
-Damn! He's buying it. -Fuck my life.
Keep pushing him. For Javi.
Give me your hand.
Come on. Give it to me.
Oh…
Did you do anything bad in the past?
I don't know.
I guess everyone's done something wrong.
Mm-hmm. Yes,
but...
it's just that
you must've done a lot.
Because it's all catching up with you now.
Wow.
Look, I'll explain it to you.
We have all these energies around us. Good, bad.
And they're in equilibrium.
Like a set of scales.
Got it?
When we hurt someone or do bad things…
they get out of balance.
-You want them balanced? -Yes.
Of course you do.
Then you have to do your part.
Apologize to the people you've hurt.
Apologize?
Fuck.
I mean, what I did wasn't even that bad.
Wow. You think so?
And this will fix everything?
Well,
that's up to you.
Holy shit! He fell for it.
Unbelievable.
Hey,
I'm throwing a party at my house on Saturday.
You're invited.
I'd like you to be there. Bring whoever you want.
Okay.
Thanks.
Hey, maybe you're not so bad at this.
In pairs, you'll be writing an essay on Spanish Golden Age theater.
Wanna work together?
Don't copy and paste from Wikipedia, please.
Work hard.
Surprise me.
And...
I want you to include a bibliography.
-We'll work together, right? -Of course.
Anyone need a partner?
Amaia.
Oh.
That'd be great.
-Okay. -Yeah.
Thanks.
Work hard.
Hey, Javi.
So, you need a partner?
Um...
Yeah.
Then let's do it together.
Awesome.
Go tell him
you're doing the essay with me instead.
Javi, this is what you wanted.
Who knows? Maybe Chivite will surprise you.
Sure. He hit his head, and now suddenly he's a different person.
Seriously. I read that if you get hit in a certain part of your brain,
it changes your personality. Maybe--
-Really, Javier? -Amaia.
I'm really sorry, but I've got a super busy weekend.
If we meet tomorrow,
maybe we'll have time to do the essay.
-Sure. Whenever you want. -Perfect.
You can come by my place.
-Okay. Great. -Okay.
Okay.
See you then. Bye. See you.
-You are such a badass! -Yeah.
Javi.
Your place or mine?
Jesus.
Lucía's looking for me. Bye.
Maybe it's better if we each do part, and then I'll put it together.
Hey, man.
I wanted to say something.
Really? What?
I wanted to say...
I'm sorry.
What?
You heard me. I'm sorry.
And what exactly are you sorry for?
Fuck. You know.
I don't. That's why I'm asking.
You know, when I called you a queer.
Fairy.
Pussy.
When I hid your backpack.
When I put dog shit in it.
When I wrote "queer" in big letters on the chalkboard.
When I stole your snacks. All that stuff.
You know what I did.
Will you forgive me?
No.
No?
Saying, "Sorry, man" doesn't make it okay. That's not how it works.
So how does it work? Tell me.
I'll do anything to get you to forgive me.
Forget I exist.
Don't talk to me.
But I need you to forgive me.
Yeah, but I don't give a shit about what you need.
Come on, man. Javi, please.
Javi!
Let's go.
What's wrong with him?
I don't know.
I don't want anything to do with him.
So, we're not going to his party?
-Everyone's going. -Yeah.
And what are we gonna do there?
Maybe you should forgive Chivite. Not for him,
but for you.
Because you'll feel great.
-I already feel great. -Sure.
So fucking great, I'm thinking about downloading a dating app.
Are there more gays in Salabarria?
Maybe they're all in Pamplona.
Imagine I have to take the bus every time I wanna meet someone.
Just great, isn't it?
Quit changing the subject.
Let's go to the party.
-No. -You just want to avoid Chivite.
So?
You're missing out on cool stuff.
But hey, fine.
Yep. If I don't feel like doing something, I don't do it.
Don't get mad. Don't leave.
I'm going home.
Is she also seeing a therapist?
Guess everyone has issues.
All right, then.
All we have left to do are the pictures,
the bibliography,
and the conclusions. And that's it.
Okay. I'll do that if you want.
It's just a summary of the essay.
I'll add the photos of Lope de Vega, and then you do the bibliography.
-Okay. Awesome. -Perfect.
We make a great team.
Yep.
What a cool picture.
-Yeah. -Really.
Thanks.
Are those your friends from Barcelona?
Yeah.
Let me see.
Sure.
I mean,
we still keep in touch. But it's just not the same anymore.
I don't know what I'd do without my friends.
We've been friends forever.
And without them, I'd be lost.
-Yeah. -Salabarria probably seems boring to you.
Well,
living here has its perks.
Why don't you come to Chivite's party with me?
And with Irene and my buddies.
Sure. Well, I guess I'll go with Javi and the rest of the guys.
Gotcha. But if something comes up or they don't wanna go, call me.
Amaia!
Sure. I'll call you.
Yeah. Okay.
Amaia!
Ona, I said I was doing homework. What's up?
Where's my glue?
How should I know? I have no idea.
What's this?
It's…
It's Ona's.
It's Ona's. It's a craft.
Isn't it?
Yes. It's mine.
So what is it, Ona?
Abstract art.
-Ah. -Right, Amaia?
Yep.
Abstract art.
Do you like it?
Yes.
I like it. You're an artist.
-Yeah. She's an artist. -Yes.
I better get going.
Okay.
-See you. -Yep.
Bye, Ona.
Bye.
LUCÍA: ZHAO'S COMING. AMAIA, YOU TOO?
YESSSSSSS JAVI????
YOU HAVE TO COME!!
-Amaia, can you help me? -In a minute.
Not "in a minute." Now.
ZHAO: DON'T BACK OUT!! LUCÍA: YOU GOTTA COME
JAVI: OKAY… LET'S DO IT!
OLÉ!!!
By then, I won't need you.
I'm coming. Sorry.
Where's Ona?
In her room.
Absorbed in a documentary about a guy who befriends an octopus.
I spoke to Itziar.
She told me about your little interrogation.
Interrogation?
All I did was ask her about grandma.
And other things, right?
Yes.
So what?
You can ask me anything you want.
Okay. I'll ask you.
Who's my father?
Moussa.
Mom, my biological one.
Who cares?
Moussa's the one who raised you, who cares about you.
Yes. But I wanna know who planted the seed.
Haven't we talked about this?
Is it Jorge Marín?
You've been looking into my past?
You're not gonna tell me, are you?
Jorge Marín and I dated, yes.
But he got a scholarship and left to study abroad. We broke up.
He's not your father.
Then who is?
Soon after that, I met someone.
And…
It was just a one-night stand.
I'd been drinking and…
I never saw him again.
Seriously, Mom?
These things do happen.
No.
They only happen to her.
What's going on with you?
I really don't get it.
We've been doing this for, what?
Six months?
If you want to break up, tell me.
Asier, did I say that?
I mean it. I just don't get you.
Asier…
It's just that I…
You what?
You what, Irene?
I can't.
You can't what, Irene?