01x01 - Episode 1

[bunniefuu]

♪ MUSIC: Luces by Paulo Londra ♪

♪ Eh. She looked, and so did I. ♪

♪ She greeted me, I greeted her. ♪

♪ Since I was little,
I never dared to talk to her. ♪

END OF YEAR PARTY

♪ But I’m too old
to keep being a coward. ♪

♪ And I know I disappointed you. ♪

♪ And now you’re out there
with someone else. ♪

♪ But I know you like seeing me. ♪

♪ Please, don’t deny it anymore, okay?
Leave it to me. ♪

♪ Tell the DJ to turn off the lights.
Lights. ♪

♪ Tell that idiot not to get in the way, no. ♪

♪ And if he doesn’t cooperate,
stay calm, babe. ♪

♪ And leave it to me,
I’ll put him to sleep, ♪

♪ and we’ll go wherever you want. ♪

♪ Tell the DJ to turn off the lights.
Lights. ♪

♪ Tell that idiot not to get in the way, no. ♪

♪ And if he doesn’t cooperate,
stay calm, babe. ♪

♪ And leave it to me,
I’ll put him to sleep, ♪

♪ and we’ll go wherever you want. ♪

♪ Out of control if she looks at me
and I’ve been drinking. ♪

♪ And the lights go out on me. ♪

[Gasps]

[GASPS]

Oh, oh, damn.

Silvia? Go outside.

Come on, calm down,
let me hold your hair.

It’s okay, it’s okay.

Damn, girl, this has some kick to it.

And you were already wasted
at the pregame.

Disgusting.
Come on, I’ll take you home on my bike.

No, no, please,

my parents will k*ll me
if I come home drunk.

Okay, fine,
but you’re already Carlitos, huh?

Water with ice.

You have to tell me

why you’ve been so messed up lately.

I’m fine, girl.

Tell the DJ to turn off the lights.

Bárbara, stop with the attitude,
no one’s going to talk to us like that.

Silvia, are you okay?

-What? But I was almost smiling.

Iria.

Your nose is going to fall off, dude.
What are you talking about, man?

Come on, come on.

God, this popper is insane, bro!

Oh my God, dude. Cut it out,
the teachers are right there, man.

Don’t mess with me, buddy. Look at them,
they’re more wasted than we are.

[LAUGHTER]

What a jerk.

It makes my mind go blank.
It makes me spend all my money.

I don’t like that, but it’s frustrating...

Jon, what about you, huh?

Did you have fun with Asia?

What are you laughing at, idiot?
What are you talking about?

Idiot, huh!

Guys,
they’re fighting over the Motozorra!

I’ll beat you up!

What’s your problem, Koldo?
I do whatever the hell I want.

[EVERYONE TALKS AT ONCE]

My sister! Silvia!

Silvia!

-Let her breathe.

Come here, come here.

-Call an ambulance!

Zurbarán is a semi-private school

with over 20 years of history,

though it hasn’t always been
in this building.

It has adapted
to different teaching methods

and is now bilingual,

but what has changed the most here
are the students. Do you know why?

-Because of what changed everything:
phones.

-Exactly. Now they have a phone
since their First Communion.

It answers
any question they have,

though not always
in the best way.

I hope you have a plan
to compete with 5G.

Esteban,
how are you going to solve the problem?

-Well,
there are some math apps

that can be used with the curriculum.

-Yeah. I’m sure they open them
between TikTok dances,

but whatever. Lucía.

-I don’t know if there are apps
for the Cooper test.

It’s my first job.

-There’s something we do better
than phones:

Listen. Understand why
they have those specific questions.

But, well, I don’t know.

It’s also my first job
as a teacher.

-I want to warn you
that this won’t be an easy year.

I assume you know
we lost a student.

Silvia was a very social girl,
she didn’t seem to have any problems.

Maybe that’s why we didn’t notice
how hard it was for her to talk

about what was going on with her.

-What was wrong with her?

-She suffered from anxiety

and was self-medicating in secret.

But her parents think
she got the pills here.

At the end-of-year party
organized by the school,

the kids brought alcohol.

Silvia drank a lot,
combined with psychiatric medication.

Well, you can imagine.

I don’t think there’s anyone to blame,
she had a heart condition,

but the students’ parents

think the teachers
could have prevented it,

so you’re here
to fill their positions.

-Did the parents fire them?
-Yeah.

-Can they do that?

-Zurbarán operates
as a cooperative,

they’re the ones who pay the salaries.

And this year they’ll be
more on top of us than ever.

And I think they have reasons,
this generation is complicated.

-They said the same about ours.

-I guess, but I have the feeling

that these kids do
everything you’re not supposed to do first.

♪ MUSIC: Física o Química by Despistaos ♪

♪ I don’t hide, I don’t dare,
I don’t run away, I don’t wait for you. ♪

♪ I do everything I can
to keep us together. ♪

♪ I care less and less
about what others think ♪

♪ about me doing everything I can
to keep us together. ♪

♪ Alternative medicine, ♪

♪ your saliva in my saliva. ♪

♪ It’s physics or chemistry. ♪

♪ I don’t look at you, I don’t love you,
I don’t listen to you, I don’t believe you. ♪

♪ But I feel like I’m dying
when I see you together. ♪

♪ I care less and less about you. ♪

♪ Or so I say when I drink. ♪

♪ Even though I feel like I’m dying
when I see you together. ♪

♪ Alternative medicine, ♪

♪ your saliva in my saliva. ♪

♪ It’s physics or chemistry. ♪

Sorry, forgive me, forgive me.

♪ We’ve lived. ♪

♪ It makes more noise ♪

♪ than the noise of a cannon. ♪

♪ And a wounded heart of ice ♪

♪ has melted on its mattress. ♪

♪ Half of what we’ve lived ♪

♪ makes more noise ♪

♪ than the noise of a cannon. ♪

♪ And a wounded heart of ice ♪

♪ has melted on its mattress. ♪

Sorry, guys...
Sorry, okay?

Hey, look, the cabin has
grown this summer.

- Not like your brain.

Hey, is Vega hanging out with
the popular girls now?

- Yeah. Ever since she started
doing gross stuff with Rodri

in the back row of class.

- Girl.

It’s just that this year we have to do it.

- It’s true, it’s true.

We’re at the perfect age for a teenage pregnancy.

- Oh, come on, Bárbara.

- Are you that desperate to make new friends?

- But it’s not that.

It’s just that we’re in fourth year, almost everyone
in class has already done it.

- Iria, you don’t even dare to use a tampon,

let alone take a d*ck.

I’d start with your first French kiss.

- But I already did that with a guy from my town.

And besides, this year I’m definitely going for it.

The tampon and the other thing.

Though, I wonder with who,

because the guys in class
already know me and don’t ask me out.

And besides, to do it,

it would have to be with someone special, obviously.

- Well, if you’re so sure you’re bored with me

and want to move on to the boyfriend phase,
I’ll help you find a guy.

- But, Bárbara, it’s not that.

Let’s see how the new rules work.

And it’s important that this year

we have weekly meetings with the faculty.

- Yes, yes, Carmina,

but we’ll iron out the details later.

Let me introduce you.

Carmina Iglesias is the president
of the Parents’ Cooperative.

Marta Romero, Philosophy.
- How are you? Nice to meet you.

- And Lucía Clotet, Gym.
- Hi, nice to meet you.

- Esteban.
- Carmina.

- How are you?

How’s your mom?
- Good, good, at home.

- We already know who the favorite is.

- The last time we saw each other,
you were a bit chubbier.

Oh, look, a new guy who doesn’t know you.

Let’s see if he’s special.
- No.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- You’re new, right?
- Yes.

- This is Iria.

- Hi, how are you? I’m Jeremy.

- Two kisses, like you’re some
soccer player.

And you, hit the books, you can’t
repeat another year.

I repeated to be in your class, dummy.

Yeah, right.
[LAUGHS]

Melenas, move.

I’ve had this spot reserved since last year.

Can we sit down, please?

Thanks.

Welcome.

For those who don’t know me,
I’m Brianda Milán,

the head of studies.

Last year ended in a particular way.

That situation has led to some changes.

You’ll find the new regulations
in the school app.

Pull it up, I don’t have it.

Thanks. Smoking is prohibited.

And, of course, drugs.

Also, any sexual behavior.

Dress code will be enforced.

Phones will be handed in when
you arrive at school.

- My phone?

I’ll talk to my mom.

We don’t want any more cases
of videos being recorded here,

in the school, bullying on social media,

or anything like that.
What the hell are you guys on about?

Breaking the rules will result
in expulsion from the school.

Alright.

And this year, there will be
no end-of-year trip.

- What?
- What does it say?

That’s it. Please, silence.

We didn’t force those pills
down that girl’s throat.

Yeah, silence, please.

- May I?

Look, the regulations are imposed
by the Parents’ Cooperative.

Meaning, your parents.

- Cayetano’s old lady.

[BOOING]

- And you kind of brought
this on yourselves, huh?

How many times have you come to class high?

Or drunk at home?

It took a classmate dying for you to realize

that being young doesn’t mean you’re immortal.

It means you’re still kids.

And until you prove otherwise,

things aren’t going to change.

Let your parents see they can trust you.

And, hey, maybe they’ll trust us too.

Fourth-year students, over here.

Come on, classes will be over soon,
and you’ll have them back.

You’ve broken your own record, Ramón.
Not even an hour into the school year,

and you’ve already contradicted the cooperative.

- Not everyone in the cooperative
agrees with these rules,

remember how close the vote was.

This lack of trust will only make things worse.

You can’t put fences around a field.
- Actually, fields do have fences.

And they have too much trust and not enough discipline,

that’s the problem with kids today.

- They have it much harder than their parents did.

- Come on, Ramón, don’t make me laugh.

With the latest phone model in their hands

and all the freedom in the world?

Please, neither the kids from back then nor now.

- It’s complicated, these kids have lived through two crises

and they’re not even adults yet.

And the older generation has lost count.

- Who are you?

- Marta Romero, the new Philosophy teacher.

- Oh, right.
- Sorry to interrupt,

but a 15-year-old girl doesn’t
self-medicate for no reason.

One in five minors suffers from mental health issues.

- Now it’s trendy to say they have anxiety.

- What should be trendy

is trying to understand how they feel.

-It wouldn’t hurt to listen
to Marta a bit,

she has a double degree
in Philosophy and Psychology.

-Wow, a double degree!

Teachers these days
are way more prepared.

And how much experience
do you have as a teacher?

No, I ask because when I first started,
I also wanted to know

what my students were concerned about.

And I figured it out.

It basically comes down to
two things: sex and their phones.

So the ones whose mental health
is really at risk are us.

-Brianda, stop scaring the new teachers.

-No, no, not at all.

The thing is, we’re not here to save anyone.

And the sooner she learns that, the better for her.

-It’s not about saving anyone, Brianda,

it’s about making sure no student has a problem

without us knowing about it.
Let’s stop arguing already.

-Alright, fine. Whatever.

Marta, right? What model phone is that?

Oh, latest generation, of course.

-Seriously, don’t even listen to her.
She’s going through a divorce and she’s bitter.

Obviously, taking our phones away isn’t ill*gal.

If our parents agreed to it…
Because of that whole trend

where young people aren’t supposed to have phones.

But seriously, this is insane.
Yeah.

What’s up with you?
Nothing.

Koldo, what’s your deal now with Jon?

His deal? You gotta be kidding me.

Dude thinks he’s your bike’s
official passenger now.

And there are plenty of passengers here.

I thought we agreed this
was just about having fun.

So if you're not feeling it...
Nah, I am feeling it.

Asia, I’ve got my own stuff going on too.

Look, there’s Fátima.

What’s up, girl?

Hello, good morning.

Hi.

I’m your Philosophy teacher, Marta.

-Hi.
-Nice to meet you.

Not sure if it’s in the new rules,

but you can’t be late to class.

No, no, it’s just that no one else is taking Philosophy, prof.

Everyone picked tech electives instead.

Well, their loss.

Totally, ‘cause this mindfuck

is basically a free A+.

[LAUGHTER]

What’s your name?
Koldo.

Nice to meet you. That’s what I thought, Koldo—

until I had to study all the crazy stuff from the Pre-Socratics,

the Rationalists… Basically, guaranteed to fail.

Oof.

You know why I love Philosophy?

Because of my teacher back in school, Irene.

I fell in love in the first class.

Well, well...

She used to work here too, at Zurbarán.

She’s the one who recommended me for this job.

Oh, so you two are still a thing, or what?

No. Guess you guys are just kids after all.

I mean, teachers and students

only hook up in TV shows.

I fell in love with Philosophy.

On the first day of class, she asked us what made us happy.

And I realized no one had ever asked me that before.

So now I’m asking you. What makes you happy?

[YAWNS]

Come on, it’s not a trick question.

What makes you happy?

Well, for these two, for example, it’s WiFi—

if they don’t have it, they freak out ‘cause they can’t post their pics.

You’re a d*ck.
Yes, I give d*ck. Want one?

Okay. And besides your phones? What’s your name?

Me? Asia.
Asia, your feet.

Well, I like having sex.

Sex.

I prefer getting head. Sex is for the working class.

Jesus.
That’s disgusting.

Okay.

So, basically, what makes you happy is your phones and sex.

Pretty much.

“The happiness of your life depends on
the quality of your thoughts.”

Not my words. That’s Marcus Aurelius, 121 A.D.

-Is this the 12th-grade Philosophy class?

-Yeah. You’re late.

But come in, come in.

Philosophy can’t afford to lose students.



One, two, three, jump!

One, two, three, jump!

Come on, move those heavy butts!

Microaggression, coach.

One, two, three, jump!

One, two, three, jump!

Hey.
Come on, guys!

Time to get those legs moving...

You taking gym class?
- I’m exempt.

One of my legs is shorter than the other,

but you can’t really tell.

What about you?

I forgot my gym clothes.

No cheating!

Want some?

These are morocho empanadas,
and these are pork cracklings.

My parents run an Ecuadorian restaurant,

but I made these myself.

Thanks, but I’m vegan.
Oh.

Well... sometimes I eat
surimi sticks. And burgers.

I’m a flexible vegan.

Three! No complaints!

Four, five!

When I grow up and finish school,
I want to study to be a chef.

That’s cool. I don’t know what I want to study.

Well, I’ve been playing the trumpet since I was little.

My parents say I have to finish the conservatory.

Do you get along with your parents?

Well, we argue because they
won’t let me have a phone.

You don’t have a phone?

That’s... kinda special.

Alright, hit the showers.
And girls from the women's team,

remember, training starts on Tuesday.

Lucía, are we getting new kits?

The sponsor decided only for the boys.

Come on! Lets go!

They say barely anyone

comes to watch the girls’ matches. Sorry.

But we got way closer to winning the league.

Lele’s the top scorer in the whole school.

Who’s Lele?

It’s Elena, 'p*ssy-Eater,' she changed her name.

Vega.

Not anymore, they quit the team.

Lele quit football.

Because they don’t feel comfortable on a girls' team.

They’re non-binary.
What even is that?

They don’t feel like a girl,
but not a guy either?

I just don’t get
this whole gender thing.

You don’t need to get it
to respect it.

No, yeah.
- But respect goes both ways.

These people suddenly say
they’re changing their name

and switching up their articles.
- They’re called pronouns, you fascist.

Oh, so I’m a fascist for saying the truth?
Cool, then I’m super fascist.

But she’s a girl, no matter how much
she doesn’t want to be.

Wouldn’t it just be easier if she accepted
she’s a l*sbian and that’s it?

Look, I wish I were just a l*sbian,
it’d be way simpler.

But no, I decided to make my life harder

by saying I’m non-binary

and even giving up football,
the coolest thing in the world.

And it’s probably for nothing,

because there’ll always be
people like you,

who will never forget that
I was Elena the p*ssy-Eater.

There will always be people like you

who think they have the right
to debate my identity.

I didn’t say anything.
I don’t care what they are.

Hey, if p*ssy-Eater
is a guy now,

they should join our team.
Have you seen their left foot?

Look at these guys.

It’s insane, man. You should see how
the little prince kicks.

Don't be mad, man.
No drama, bro.

Asia is not with me.

Or with you, you just got here.

Well, or with anyone.

You’ll learn that soon enough, brother.

But chill, man. No stress, dude.

Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy,
author of w*r and Peace.

In My Confession, one of
his lesser-known works,

he opened up about his
struggle with depression.

Dickens suffered from obsessive disorder
and a fear of dirt.

His novel A Tale of Two Cities sold 200 million copies.

-But Brianda, according to the syllabus,

we were supposed to start with
the Generation of ’27.

-This is another generation—one
that did things their own way,

while yours says

they get anxiety from talking on the phone.

Blinds down.

-What is her deal?

What are you saying, Brianda?
Is this class just to mess with us?

-Not at all. It’s about mental health—
a super trendy topic right now.

In fact, you’re going to have
therapy here at school.

Although your parents are calling
them “joint tutoring sessions.”

It was their idea.

-And what for? To keep an even closer eye on us?

-Well, to make sure it doesn’t happen again

that a student is struggling
and we don’t even notice.

So yeah, to keep an even closer eye on you.

-I’ll talk to my mom about this.

-Your mom already signed you up, Pelayo.

-Damn… This is impossible.

We don’t even need this.
If we’re feeling off,

we just deal with it ourselves,
and that’s it.

-Yeah, sure. You smoke a few joints
and it goes away, right?

-Well, when you’re chilling with your friends,

you’re not gonna start crying.

-Right… Tolstoy and Dickens
didn’t cry much either.

They turned their struggles into masterpieces.

Of course, they had real problems.

What are yours? That you’re not influencers?

-Brianda, at what age did a friend of yours die?

-Or your sister?

Seeing their empty seat in class—
doesn’t that count as a real problem?

-Yeah… that is a real problem.

And now that you unfortunately
know what those are like,

I hope you start telling them apart from the nonsense.

-Anyway, who has to go to that thing?

[BELL RINGS]

-The only losers

who have to stay at school
at this hour… Unreal.

-I’m not talking about anything.

-Maybe it’ll actually help us.

-Come on.

-Look, Dani, I just don’t know
how to help you.

I lost a friend,

but you lost your twin sister.

And you won’t talk about it.

I haven’t even seen you cry.
-Because that’s not who I am.

I don’t get why you all keep
pushing me to be.

Besides, what good would crying do?

My sister’s seat is still
gonna be empty in class.

-Iria, are you taking the metro?

-I have to stay for the group thing.
-Oh.

-But I’m sure it won’t take long.
Wait for her, man.

-I can’t, I have to work
at my parents’ restaurant.

-You coming?

-Me? Nah.

I ride my bike—I’m an environmentalist.

-Right.

-Bye.

-Did you get a new bike?
-No.

What you don’t get are hints, Iria.

The metro thing?

That was a straight-up invitation to bed.

-Oh, come on. He clearly just
wants to make friends.

And he’s new—it makes sense.

And stop messing with me about this.

I don’t know why it bothers you
so much that I want to do it.

-It doesn’t bother me.

I’m just joking.

-But I’m still gonna be your best friend,

even if I get a boyfriend.

Besides, you’re right—I’m not
gonna go through with it.

I don’t know how the others in class do it.

Sometimes it feels like
I’m the only one scared of this stuff.

It used to be so easy when we were kids—

just meeting up to go to Burger King.

-Yeah, well, my problem is
that no one’s on my level.

Literally.

But Iria, the metro thing was a hint.

You should run after him—
but to kiss him, not to go get burgers.

-Bye, fishy.

Hi.
Great.

Now this is what I call
a group of losers.

Who’s this crap with?
-With me.

Besides being your Philosophy teacher,
I’m also a psychologist.

I don’t know if you know this,
but we’re not crazy.

I don’t know if you know
that you don’t have to be crazy

to see a psychologist.

You’re here because you were

the closest in class to Silvia.

Well, or because the cooperative requested it.

-Well, I only helped her with syntax.

And I hadn’t talked to Silvia in ages, I’m out.

No, you’re not leaving,
because this is mandatory.

Your parents requested it.

They’re worried about you.

Look, this is just like an extra tutoring session,

but together, to talk about Silvia
or whatever you need.

We’re gonna leave here with more problems.

You’ve put us together with the people
we get along with the least.

These are the preppy kids,
the ones with the vests.

Look at him with that hair...

Hey, shut up, you damn monkey. What?

Alright, guys,
you’re all from the same neighborhood.

You all buy your clothes
at the same mall.

Maybe you could learn a little
from Silvia,

who didn’t care about that stupid stuff.

You didn’t even know her.

No, but your teachers told me about her.

Thanks.

Seriously, no one wants to talk about it?

-Well, I’d never known anyone who died before.

Well, my grandpa.
But no one my age.

I don’t know, it’s kind of sad.

Silvia’s gonna miss
this whole school year.

Well, she’s gonna miss everything, obviously.

-Yeah, that’s true.

Ramón said it earlier.
You’re young, not immortal.

The thing is, when you’re a teenager,

that’s hard to see.

Well, conclusion:
you gotta live life to the fullest,

or else you’ll die
without getting laid.

Oh, didn’t you hook up with Silvia
when you dated in third year?

What are you saying, you idiot? Oh, right.

Before she became your best friend
and you stole her from me.

What do you know?
You’re the bad one here,

you stopped talking
to your childhood friend

because you thought she wasn’t cool enough.
Same to you, what do you know?

Girls, boys, that’s enough.

Koldo, no more jokes like that.

I wasn’t talking about Silvia.

Who knows if the pills
you gave her were laced.

Pelayo, don’t mess with me,
I didn’t give her anything.

Silvia was taking some stuff
for her anxiety.

And I don’t mess with that.

Look, I don’t mess with anything,
teacher, nothing.

Alright, the important thing
is that you’re all here

because you’ve suffered a loss.

Teacher, some of us
couldn’t stand that girl.

What’s your problem, dude?
You’re going too far, okay?

-Hey, hey.

We’re not to blame
for what happened to your sister.

But she was your best friend
until last year.

Show some respect, okay?
Respect!

Girls, come on.
No, damn it!

Damn, the teacher's phone.

Sit down.

I said, sit down!

Alright.

I’m going out for a little
glass of water,

and in the meantime,
you’re going to calm down.

It’s that or you’re getting
sent out with a warning.

Come on, pay for another screen.

And what was going on with Silvia?

Because if she was taking those pills,
there was a reason, right?

I think she liked someone.

Every Thursday, we’d meet up so
I could help her with syntax,

but for the last month, she stopped
coming because she was always out.

Did she tell you with who?

No.

But what I do know is that it didn’t end well.

She told me while crying.

Didn’t you guys know Silvia was seeing someone?

Carlota, stop.
Shut up, Victoria Federica.

Like the anxiety thing, you didn’t know that either.

Nor about the medication.

Such great friends, huh?
But then I’m the bad one.

Look, you’ve pissed me off,
you’ve really pissed me off.

Asia, stop it, they’re going
to kick you out of school.

No way, I’m not breaking any rules.

What, are you not gonna? You spoiled b*tch?

We’re not going to fight in school, right?

You know what I’m going to do?

And I’m going to say it slowly so you get it.

I’m going to smash your f*cking face outside.
Move!

I’m done with you, Asia.

Asia, Asia!

Let go of me, b*tch!

b*tch, let go of my girlfriend!

Don’t talk to my girl like that, idiot!

I’m not your girl, don’t defend me!

Neither of you, f*ck, I don’t need
either of you defending me!

[SCREAMS]

Enough!
- Are you five years old or what?

- Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay!

- But I didn’t know.

Don’t worry, I didn’t know it was your school.

If I’d known, I would’ve warned you.

You filthy b*tch!
Let go of me!

I’m letting go, I’m letting go!

[HISSING] Shut up, damn it, the teacher’s coming.

Come on, move.
Come on, come on.

Come on, now, move.

Come on, f*ck.
Go, go, go, go, go.

You left and blocked me.

Okay, let’s do this.
We’ll meet later and talk.

Sounds good?

I’ll text you.

Alright, alright. Bye.

Great.

You wash your mouth before talking about Silvia!

You need it, you’re so worn out, Motozorra.

Asia!
To hell with the rules.

I’m going to wreck you.

Can you fight a bit quieter, please?
If Marta hears this...

[ALL TALK AT ONCE]

Stop it, damn it!
Stop fighting over my sister!

She doesn’t deserve this, f*cking hell,
she doesn’t deserve it.

It’s her

who wanted to miss out on this year. It was going to be awesome.

Amazing parties, getting drunk with friends, hooking up...

She’s the one who wanted to miss it all.

No, no, let me.

She’s the one who didn’t want to tell us anything

about what was happening.

Not even her friends on the team,

nor her parents

nor her own brother.

She’s the one who wanted to stop living.

But now it’s me
who has to see her empty seat.

I would have listened to her
and helped her

if I had known what was happening, but...

She didn’t tell me anything and...

I didn’t notice. [CRIES]

sh*t, I didn’t notice, I didn’t notice.

Charlotte, are you okay?

If that girl didn’t care about you, right?

It’s locked,
the door’s locked.

The janitor was around,
they must’ve locked it.

Let’s call the office
to get them to open it.

With what phones,
if they took them?

Someone will come when they realize
we’re not at home.

If they don’t want you at home,
you idiot.

Moron.
Okay, enough, right?

Seriously,
can’t we go without arguing?

- Do you remember

when we did a herbarium in first year,

where we had to pull leaves from trees

and make cards for each one?

We had to do it in pairs,
and I didn’t have anyone to team up with.

But Silvia said
she’d do it with me.

And you, Carlota, got mad,
because she was your best friend.

It turned out awful.

Girl,
is this story going anywhere?

Forget about the therapy group,
we aborted that.

No.
Okay.

I was just remembering
how school used to be

when it didn’t matter what you wore
or what music you listened to.

It didn’t matter
if we were different

and we all hung out together.

Let’s see. [LAUGHS]

Let’s see, I have another herbarium.

Enough with the drama.

Do you wanna play Medusa?

What?

This is a stupid idea,
we’re in school.

Screw the student council.

We’re not breaking any rules,
we’re outside school hours.

Are you sure you want to smoke now?

Come on,
everyone look at your feet, damn it.

On three, lift your heads.

If you stare at someone
in the eyes,

the first one to say "Medusa"
makes the other person smoke.

But really.

Deep breath.

Wait, I didn’t get it.
Do they have to look at me, or not?

- The one who looks, like Medusa,
the one from mythology,

the one who turned people to stone.

Come on, Marina, honey,
it’s not that hard.

If someone looks at you, you say it.
That’s it, it’s just an excuse.

Like this, right?

Hey, does this smell stay in your hair?

When this hits you,
it takes you on one hell of a trip,

guys, it’s crazy,
you’re gonna freak out.

Come on, look at your feet.

Hey, the feet. Shall we go?

One, two, and three.
♪ MUSIC: Darveider by Venturi ♪

[SEVERAL] Medusa!

Hey, Jon, no,
I wasn’t looking at you.

What?
Smoke, as*h*le, don’t mess with me.

What do you mean no? Come on, smoke, smoke.

Okay, okay.

That’s it, good job.

Come on, another one. One, two, and three.

Medusa.
Medusa.

Damn, I got you good, Iria.
Smoke.

Iria, smoke. Iria, smoke, come on.

[LAUGHING]

Oops!
There it goes, there it goes, there it goes.

Yeah, there, very good.
[COUGHING]

[LAUGHING]

She’s really blowing that trumpet.

Medusa!
Medusa.

Damn, Cayetano.

Smoke.
Just a little one, huh?

Little my a*s. Go on, Polo Club.

Damn, if your mom finds out, kid...

- Medusa.
- Medu...

[LAUGHING]

Medusa.

What, the rich girl doesn’t smoke or what?

Go on, Carlota, go on, go on.

Yeah, dude.

I can’t.

- Hey, does anyone have chocolate?

I’m dying for a chocolate palmier.

[LAUGHING]

So desperate, huh?

Damn!

You’re really helping me.

You haven’t left my side.
And that’s already helping me.

Who’s smoking it?
Me!

Iria is rebelling.

Yes, Carmina, we know
it’s our responsibility.

We just opened the school to look for them.

Yes, we take responsibility, Carmina,
we take it.

Yes, yes, yes.

As soon as we locate Pelayo,
we’ll call you, of course.

And your recruit... Martita, all those double degrees,

but she really messed up
with the cooperative.

- It’s really weird, honestly.

She says
they left the school.

[LAUGHING]

There’s gotta be chocolate somewhere.

- I’m coming, Ramón, shut up,
you’re making me nervous.

- Do you have the keys or not?
- The damn keys.

- Guys, the teachers.

Go up, go up, go up, damn it.

Girls, girls, the teachers.

- Where did they go?

- Let’s see.

- Wow, it reeks of weed here.

Holy sh*t.
Shut up, shut up.

What the hell are you doing?

♪ All brains need wings,
they need wings. ♪

♪ They need wings. ♪

♪ All my complexes
are up for auction, ♪

♪ up for auction... ♪

♪ What b*stards. ♪

♪ I’m out of control. ♪

Don’t stop, don’t stop.

Hey, a photo, right?

[EVERYONE] Medusa!

[PHONE RINGING]

Tell me. Wait, dad, what?

Yes, yes, yes,
I’m already on the transfer, yes.

No, I didn’t go to trumpet class,
no.

Okay, yes, yes, see you soon.

♪ MUSIC: Esto también pasará by Elem ♪

♪ You have a lot of things to do. ♪

IRIA added you to the group MEDUSA
♪ You have a lot of things to do. ♪

IRIA added you to the group MEDUSA
♪ Come on, leave them for later. ♪

♪ Come on, leave them for later. ♪

Iria: This school year, we have to
live everything that Sílvia won’t get to!
♪ I have a great plan ♪

♪ to calm this anxiety. ♪

♪ Five minutes,
I’ll stroke your hair, ♪

Koldo: Asia and the rich girl getting all touchy.
♪ Five minutes,
I’ll stroke your hair, ♪

Koldo: Asia and the rich girl getting all touchy
♪ staring at the ceiling, it hurts so much inside. ♪

Dani: Thanks for the laughs!
♪ staring at the ceiling, it hurts so much inside. ♪

Dani: Thanks for the laughs!
♪ I’ll comfort you and remind you. ♪

♪ I’ll comfort you and remind you. ♪

WE WENT TO THE MOUNTAINS
♪ I’ll comfort you and remind you. ♪

♪ This too shall pass,
even if we don’t know where we’re going. ♪

Koldo: Cayetano, give your mom a kiss from me.
♪ We’ll get to a place
where we can fix ourselves. ♪

Asia: This year, we’re gonna k*ll it!!!
♪ We’ll get to a place
where we can fix ourselves. ♪

♪ This too shall pass,
even if we don’t know where we’re going. ♪

♪ We’ll get to a place
where we can fix ourselves. ♪

♪ It’s never too late
to change course, ♪

♪ not to explode your world. ♪

♪ It doesn’t exist anymore, you saw it. ♪

♪ Nothing to understand. ♪

♪ This too shall pass,
even if we don’t know where we’re going. ♪

♪ We’ll get to a place
where we can fix ourselves. ♪

♪ This too shall pass,
even if we don’t know where we’re going. ♪

♪ We’ll get to a place
where we can fix ourselves. ♪

Martina: Thanks for making a group chat
for people who can’t stand each other.

♪ No. ♪

Iria: Mind if I add my friend Bárbara?

Iria: Mind if I add my friend Bárbara?
♪ I don’t want to talk. ♪

♪ I just want to dance. ♪

♪ I just want to dance, dance. ♪

IRIA added you to the group MEDUSA
♪ I just want to dance, dance. ♪

Are you sure you want to leave the group?
♪ No. ♪

BÁRBARA LEFT THE GROUP
♪ I don’t want to talk. ♪

♪ I just want to dance. ♪

♪ Dance, dance, dance, dance. ♪

♪ This too shall pass,
even if we don’t know where we’re going. ♪

♪ We’ll get to a place
where we can fix ourselves. ♪

♪ This too shall pass,
even if we don’t know where we’re going. ♪

♪ We’ll get to a place
where we can fix ourselves. ♪

I don’t want any more drama.

Are we a trio or not?

♪ No. ♪

♪ I don’t want to talk. ♪

♪ I just want to dance. ♪

♪ I just want to dance. ♪

♪ No. ♪

♪ I don’t want to talk. ♪

♪ I just want to dance. ♪

♪ This too shall pass. ♪

♪ This too shall pass. ♪

♪ This too shall pass. ♪

♪ This too shall pass. ♪

♪ This too shall pass. ♪

♪ This too shall pass. ♪

♪ This too shall pass. ♪

Iria, what are you doing here?

- I was coming to...

To see if you want to go to the burger place.

- Okay.

"Oh, Silvia.

Silvia.

I love you, Pelayo."

That's right, the Ice Game.

What other games like this do you guys know?

Well, Spin the Bottle, a classic.

Also the Dock Game, that one went viral.

Profe, the Biscuit Game.

-Back in my day, petting parties became a trend.

You could do anything with anyone, in threesomes, swapping around...

Shall we switch?

Phones are not allowed.

What happens at a petting party stays at the petting party.

You guys want some M?
-Do you do drugs?

-Shut up, you liked smoking weed.

I saw the pills in your little bag, but I swear it wasn’t on purpose.

-Well, thanks a lot for not snooping through my stuff on purpose.

Lele, you okay?

MARTA PSYCHOLOGY: A long time ago,
the person arrived. It’s you...
-Not really, I’m not handling this well.

I told you from the start

that coming to this party was a stupid idea.

-What’s wrong?

Did you forget you said you’d wait until I was ready?

This isn’t about you being ready or not,

it’s that you don’t like it. Maybe you just don’t like me.

Esteban told me

about the parties you were telling them about.

No more talks.

From now on, the parental control rule applies.

I know you tried to screw me over with the party thing.

What did you tell Carmina?
-Shut up.

If you keep being this paranoid, you’re gonna ruin it.

And it's actually pretty cool, not just because we hook up.

We don’t hook up.

Don’t you ever call me Motozorra again in your damn life!

You’re gonna blow your chance with him.
-I don’t care.

-You set all this up for him, and now you don’t want anything?

Iria, the police are at the door.

-Oh, my god.