Are we going to the Saint John's Eve party to celebrate the end of school?
Saint John's Eve?
The witches' festival.
Okay.
The four of us should go, in pairs.
You and me.
And you two.
And then we'll switch.
Are we really not going to a party because of this BS?
Maybe it's serious.
Good luck on the exam.
-Shall we? -Coming.
Damn, Irene.
Does she know?
If Asier told her,
you're dead.
Well,
she can't kill you at school, can she?
No.
-Right? -Amaia.
Hey…
I'm still *ed.
Javi won't forgive me, and my phone's been stolen.
Did you do what I said?
I was nice and apologized to him.
I practically gave him flowers.
I don't know, Chivite.
Let's talk after the exam, okay?
Hey, no.
You're not scamming me, are you?
Me?
No.
No way, man. What a thing to say.
Let's see how you get rid of him. What a pain in the *.
Listen, come with me.
Amaia, you're good at this.
Work your magic.
Give me your hand.
What for?
Just give it to me.
Is everything okay at home?
What do you mean?
Your dad.
Is everything all right?
What about my dad?
He's got a problem, right? No!
No. I mean, a secret.
Yeah. A secret.
Unless you solve what's going on at home,
you can't move forward, and I can't help.
Good luck on the exam.
You can begin.
You have 45 minutes.
Oops.
SEE YOU IN THE SCIENCE ROOM
They'll find your corpse next to Patxi, the skeleton from science class.
Not a good look, Amaia. So unglamorous.
Hello, Amaia.
Hi.
You know nothing.
Just say, "What cards?
I said what?"
"No. We were drunk."
When you're drunk, anything goes.
How are you doing?
Bad.
I had a fight with Asier.
Hey, that could be good.
Or bad.
Or mean nothing at all.
He just showed up at my place.
Totally pissed off.
Asking why we argued so much and what had changed.
Then he asked,
"Are you still in love with me?"
No way. Is that a joint? Seriously?
And I said no.
So we broke up.
Holy shit!
* great, Amaia.
That's * great!
I told him that he's my best friend, but I don't love him in that way.
And I feel like shit, because…
Why do I have to hurt someone
just so I can feel okay?
And you didn't talk about anything else?
No way.
I haven't told him I'm a *.
I mean…
You met up, you dumped him…
And that's it? You haven't spoken since?
Well,
the important thing is you're okay.
You are okay, aren't you?
I'm relieved.
It's like…
I have one less problem to worry about.
Sure.
Amaia,
you're the only person who knows about this.
You can't tell anyone.
-Okay? -No. Of course not. My lips are sealed.
-Come here. -Why is she hugging you?
Thank you so much.
You're a good friend.
And why is she so nice?
Asier has a "for auction" sign hanging from his neck,
and you're gonna bid.
Now blow right here. On the knuckles.
The * again.
In a month, he'll be living here.
Where's the coin?
Where is it?
Voilà.
Magic!
Amaia! Sit down.
Drop your bag, and let's have lunch.
I ordered roast chicken.
No, I'm not hungry. I'm going to my room.
Scolding in three, two, one…
Amaia…
What do you want?
Why can't the four of us have a nice meal together?
You love chicken.
Not roast chicken.
He did it to butter me up, right?
He just wants you to like him.
What? He has it in for me. He gave me an F.
Why do you have to be like that?
Hell, Amaia, tell her you're just like her.
Íñigo gets along with your sister, and I like him.
You understand?
But you've decided that you don't like him.
You can't force me to like him.
If you won't do it for him, do it for me.
Why?
I'm tired.
Amaia, you're a grown-up. You know how things work.
It's not easy for me to be back
in the place I left. So, help me.
And for once, put yourself in my shoes.
I need to study.
"September 2004."
Holy shit…
Bernardo Santesteban.
What if this is him?
What if he's your father?
Thank you.
LAURA, I DON'T WANT TO BEAT AROUND THE BUSH…
JAVI, TODAY I'M GOING TO MEET MY FATHER
Come on.
Go in,
see his face,
and leave.
No, even better.
Go in,
see his face,
tell him who you are,
and leave.
-I think this is perfect for him. -Okay.
-How old is he? -Almost ten.
-What grade? -Fourth.
Fourth? Here you have a chart for all levels.
Are you looking for a specific violin?
No.
I was just looking around.
I'm looking for something for a friend,
but I'm not sure what to get him.
Well,
have a look around.
And if you have any questions,
just ask.
Okay.
All right, Amaia.
What do you mean, "for a friend"?
Come on, it's not that hard.
Ask him about his son, Bernardo Santesteban.
Just improvise.
This one is a higher level…
Okay, I know.
17 years ago, the store didn't look like this.
Start there.
You painted, yeah? Blue.
Oh,
but that was some years ago.
Like three or four.
No,
wait, longer.
Hey, Asun…
-What? -When did we paint?
I don't know.
When we celebrated our silver anniversary, I think.
How about that!
It's been six years now.
The reason I say that is,
when I last came here,
there was a guy who was about 40 years old or so.
I guess he was your son.
No. We have no children.
Oh. Who was it? A relative or an employee, maybe?
Impossible.
It's been just my wife and I running the store for almost 20 years.
No, it can't be. But how old was he 17 years ago?
50?
Bernardo.
You moved the guitar picks again.
They're over there.
That's why he broke it off with your mom.
He was married to this lady.
That's him.
He's your father.
Is something wrong, sweetheart?
You okay?
What?
No… Yeah…
Yes, it's just that…
I left my wallet at home, but…
I'm gonna get it, and I'll be right back…
Where were you?
With Javi.
I was trying to make ramen.
Since you like it so much.
Want me to help you?
Do you want to?
Yes.
Of course I do.
What do I do?
-Peel the carrots. -Okay.
Be careful. It's sharp.
What about the leek?
Chop it. But first, you have to weigh it. Do you know how this works?
Mom, you don't eat the green part.
-Really? -Yeah.
Then how do we weigh it?
Did you weigh the ginger?
Are you still angry?
A little bit.
Look, I don't care
if people think I'm a slut.
But for you to think that…
I don't think you're a slut.
I wish I was half the slut you are.
Yeah, sure.
It's true.
I'd like to be more like you and less like me.
So what?
You said all that to hurt me?
No. I was hurt, and I wanted to get back at you.
And then José Luis took over.
Tell José Luis to chill.
And that friends don't make out with each other. Friends are forever.
And one-night stands are,
well, just that.
I'm not sure you knew how to read between the lines.
What lines?
She said you're much more important than any guy she hooks up with.
So?
That's called love.
That's called being friend-zoned.
No. That means she loves you more than Jokin or Mateo or anyone else.
I wanted to know if she was interested.
And now I know.
She isn't.
Like, not even a little.
Zhao, listen.
I think she likes you, but she's afraid.
You're friends, and if you hook up, and things don't work out…
that *s.
Stop overthinking it.
I'm just telling you not to give up so easily.
She said no, Amaia. N-O. No.
I just think--
No, Amaia!
What's this?
A dying plant.
And this?
A cactus.
Do they look the same?
No.
Well, neither do a "yes" and a "no."
And she said no.
I don't know if this ever happened to you.
You meet someone, and
you can't get that person out of your head.
Ever.
Yes.
They're the first thing you think of when you wake up
and the last before you go to bed.
Exactly.
In Basque, to be in love is "maiteminduta."
Which means something like…
"wounded by love."
But that feeling goes away.
I was totally rude to you the other day.
I'm sorry.
I took it out on you.
And yet, here you are.
You're a great * girl.
Amaia.
I know Irene didn't tell me the whole truth.
What makes you say that?
Is it another guy?
Have you heard anything?
I don't know.
Everything comes out at school.
Wanna keep walking?
Why?
Do you know something?
It doesn't matter now.
Please, tell me.
No. She's not seeing a guy.
So, maybe
if I talk to her on Saint John's Eve, I can fix it.
No.
No, look.
I'm gonna tell you 'cause you'll drive yourself nuts.
See,
Irene told me this in confidence.
So?
What did she tell you?
Please.
-That's impossible. There's no way. -*.
I promised I wouldn't say anything to anybody.
Hey.
Please don't tell her.
Okay?
Of course not.
Saint John's Eve,
the most magical night of the year.
I trusted you.
I thought you weremy friend, but now I see you're not.
You here to say, "I told you so"?
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
Don't worry. I already know I'm an *.
Well,
you're not really
an *.
I've deceived everyone, Javi.
I don't have a gift.
I just told them what they wanted to hear.
Or I used what I knew to get what I wanted.
I know. You told me so.
But I'm done.
I'm done.
I'm not gonna read cards
or make potions or spells.
Or read palms anymore. It's over.
You were reading palms too?
-Yeah. -Wow.
But I'm afraid.
Because if I don't do readings, then what?
Who am I?
You.
Amaia.
My friend.
I'm sorry.
And what about the cards?
What about them? I did a reading because you asked me to.
Now I get it.
Another puzzle coming together.
What do you mean? What puzzle?
Amaia, I'm gonna ask you something--
-Asier… -No. Cut the crap!
Did you do all this to get with me?
Huh?
Maybe it's true what they say. You're a witch.
No. Look, I did it because you two were not okay. You said it yourself.
-* you. -Asier.
So what's in Barcelona?
Because good weather is overrated.
My friends, for one thing.
Yeah, and you have friends here too.
Javi, Lucía, and me.
The Chinese dude, the big girl, the diffrent guy, and the new kid.
It doesn't sound as good without you.
Besides,
why would you leave because of a guy?
I'm not leaving because of him.
Yeah, right.
Well, maybe I am.
And because I've made an * of myself.
Twice in one night.
That's reason enough.
Miriam threw up on a loudspeaker.
And left it all nasty.
Not the same. I did worse.
-No. -Yes.
-Hey, I need it more than you do. -Give me some. Hey!
What do you put in the booze here?
Nothing. Inertia. It's very bad.
Yes, inertia.
You and me.
Stupid, isn't it?
We're a perfect match.
Yep. Sure are.