Élite (2018) s05e01 Episode Script

1
Back on the streets
where I come from
Don't count me out
'Cause I'm a wild one
Fool me once, but the shame's on you
'Cause the second time around
I'm as good as new
Yeah
You look spectacular.
Thanks.
Hey, can a friend invite
a friend for champagne?
Just as a simple gesture of goodwill.
So, I can't tell if you're
joking or not right now.
No, I'm totally serious.
Why do you think I invited you to
this place swarming with people?
I'll do all I can to make you
feel comfortable with me again.
Okay.
Champagne?
Okay.
To friends.
Yeah, sure.
What's going on?
I'm gonna talk to the manager.
He sent me a recording of his voice.
Will that be enough evidence?
Is that Elodie?
Elodie, I know it's
probably too late now,
but I beg you to forgive me.
Now you have a voice message
from me admitting what I did
and that I was wrong.
Use it as you see fit.
I know the Triesen authorities
will defend His Royal Highness.
In this recording, Phillipe
admits having done something,
having made a mistake,
but he does not say what it is.
I know that bringing down
a prince is impossible,
but I won't be silenced.
I have no intention of hiding my truth.
The truth.
And the truth
is that Phillipe Florian
von Triesenberg raped me.
Samuel
are you sure about this?
Are you sure about your confession?
- Miss Isadora.
- Home sweet home.
My God.
CRUZ, THE NEW EMPEROR
Huh?
Dad.
Huh?
I'm going to school.
What time is it?
A quarter to eight.
Ah, damn.
Give me a minute, and I'll drive you.
1.2 MILLION FOLLOWERS
Take the Aston Martin and go.
- Yes, when I turn 18.
- Okay.
- I'm leaving. Are you okay?
- I'm fine.
Thanks.
Son.
- I'll take these vitamins and drive you.
- Hangover?
If the club knew about your parties
But what a party! Did you
see the girl I had by my side?
- Wow.
- Seriously, Dad.
At your age
At your age, I had left Portugal
and was working in Brazil. Alone.
I had a mansion with a pool, a Ferrari.
What have you done?
Not a damn thing! Nothing.
What does age have to do with it?
Get the fuck up.
Hmm. Okay, okay. All right. Just
give me five minutes, please.
Come on.
- Stop it. Five minutes.
- We're late.
Fuck. Why can't you knock first, dude?
You don't have to wake me up
every morning like you're my dad.
'Cause you're not, you know.
Yeah. Thing is, if I don't, you're late.
I mean, a simple thanks
would've been fine. But, sure.
Don't get pissy, Omar.
Oh well.
I'm going to repeat the rules that
have already been communicated.
So, you should familiarize
yourself with them.
Strict punctuality is required.
- Sorry, miss, you're late.
- Seriously?
Students who don't enter
first thing in the morning
without a valid reason
will be denied entrance
for the rest of the day.
In addition, they'll be penalized
on their final grade point average.
Next regulation. The use
of private personal devices
or the school's devices for such
purposes as browsing social media
without a justified reason
is strictly forbidden.
The same applies to phones,
which from this point on,
should be stored away in your
lockers throughout the school day.
In adherence with health
and safety guidelines,
gatherings of more than three
people in the common areas
for nonacademic purposes
is strictly forbidden.
Scrupulous physical distance
must be maintained at all times.
Any situation of
fraternizing or intimacy
that violates this
rule will be penalized.
I hope that together we will all
be able to abide by these new rules
and adhere to the three
precepts of our school's motto.
Discipline, excellence, achievement.
Come on, let's go to class.
Come on, now. You can't be that close.
Girls, move it along!
Come on, you need to disperse.
No groups larger than three.
You know the rules.
You fucking kidding me?
The stupid dickhead
says I can't come in?
Seriously? I've come to school
dressed like this for two years.
Morning.
You don't want to know
what the line's like
in the chicks' bathroom, let me tell ya.
Look
he's clearly never seen
a hot chick before, either.
Hey, Mencía. What's
up? It's Rebe, dude.
I snuck into the school. Can
you let me know when you've
CAYETANA, THE RAPIST'S LITTLE BITCH
They're on display.
- For the goddamn world to see.
- But we're not together anymore.
- And Phillipe apologized.
- Fine, but he hasn't paid for it.
And you can't sit on
the fence here, dude.
Yeah. It's just not
easy to take sides
- Isn't it?
- No.
You're either with him, or
you're against him. See? Easy.
Cayetana, Phillipe can't
stay here. You know that.
Even, I mean, if Benjamín
still covers for him.
Yeah.
Listen, girl. I'm not gonna pry. Okay?
But think about whether this
guy's done something to you.
Honestly, even if you
believe it's trivial.
Even if you believe it's
minor. Think about it.
I'm sure there's something.
I mean, for real, dude.
Just tell on him and let
them kick him out already.
Okay?
Yeah, okay. Yeah.
Okay, I'm gonna get
something to clean this up.
Okay.
DO YOURSELF A FAVOR
AND CASTRATE YOURSELF
Yeah!
- There he goes.
- He's here.
Get the fuck outta here!
- From behind?
- You defending this piece of shit?
- You're defending him?
- No, I'm not.
Enough! Shut up. Are you crazy?
- Get back!
- Isadora!
- Get off!
- What the hell? You dumb bitch!
- Don't you ever touch me again!
- What's goin' on here?
I saw everything, Benjamín.
They jumped him. He fell to
the floor. It was horrible
Thanks, Artiñán, but
it's all been recorded.
So, it's up to you to report it.
Sure. And then someone ends up
stringing me up from
the basketball hoop.
I'd rather leave here.
Oh no, baby. Don't say that.
It doesn't need to escalate.
Artiñán.
Benjamín, I should go back to
my country. Talk to my parents.
I have tried, but they refuse.
But if you leave now, it would
be like admitting they're right.
It also, uh Well,
there's the school's image.
Oh great.
Just know if I am found lying in
the road, it's gonna be your fault.
Baby, don't leave this way.
He can't leave this way, right?
I can't tell you how proud it makes me
you didn't join the mob.
Just defended someone
who'd been attacked.
I don't know what I
think about Phillipe.
I'd prefer not to think about it.
So, the debate team's opened
your mind to a range of grays.
I already ruined one
classmate's life for revenge.
And, well, I realized everyone
has a right to redeem themselves.
Can I go now?
Yes.
Why haven't you gone to see Ari?
It's not like you.
Is it because of Nunier?
No. I mean, sort of.
He left without much notice.
Do you have any idea why?
Also, Ari doesn't want
me to come see her.
Right.
Well, it's
it's just, she's scared
and still in shock.
Please don't hold that against her.
Look, Samuel, I I still have
great plans for your future.
But you have to remind me why it was
that I bet on you from the beginning.
So, just be a man and go see her.
As you know, one of your classmates
has been the victim of
unacceptable treatment.
Serious accusations once were leveled
against Phillipe von Triesenberg.
Since then, his name has been cleared.
But his innocence hasn't protected
him from a series of attacks
that are lamentable and cowardly.
And I will not allow that
behavior at this school.
Hey, man.
Am I bothering you?
Uh, not at all. No.
Well, um, I'm new here,
and I can't find the locker room,
and I've been walking around in circles.
Well, it's down the hall
on your left-hand side.
- Okay. Down the hall?
- Yeah.
Good. Thank you.
I'm also going there. If
you want, I'll go with you.
Okay.
You sure you're going to shower?
You're all dressed up, dude.
I dress up for workouts.
Well, thanks for guiding me.
I'm not gay.
What?
You've had your eyes on me
since you saw me in the hallway.
Don't sweat it.
Look as much as you
want. It doesn't bug me.
You been at Las Encinas long?
I got here from London
at the start of the year.
- What class are you in?
- Not yours.
I would've noticed.
Well, thanks for rescuing me
when I was lost back there.
If it hadn't been for you
Maybe you'd still be lost.
Around here, people get confused.
- Yeah. See you around.
- Yeah.
You can tell me what class you
skipped so you could shower with me.
Huh?
"Boner." That's how you say it?
Hey, Mencía. What's up? How's it goin'?
Happy New Year.
How are you?
- Six feet away, please.
- Quit it, dude.
What happened over Christmas? Huh?
Did your old man get you a
lobotomy for the holidays?
You wanna know what happened?
What happened is that you're the icing
on the shit cake I unleashed
on my family this year.
The what?
- Just leave me alone.
- No, no. Shh. Hey. Just a minute.
Shut your pretty mouth and listen, okay?
You were flogging yourself
about Ari like about your mother.
Well, you know what, Mencía? You
are not to blame for any of that.
None of it. Not what happened
to your sister or to your mother.
You can't blame yourself
for everything
Actually, you know whose fault it was?
- Yours.
- What?
For telling Ari.
Hey, over here.
She snuck back in here
after you had thrown her out.
What are you doing?
Miss, come with me.
Okay, okay. Okay. I can leave on my own.
Dad. Do you know who's the
new guy in the Aston Martin?
Why do you want to know?
He's new, and we have
to welcome him, right?
- But he's not in your class.
- So what?
- I don't think it's any of your business.
- Why do you care?
Could you stop thinking about yourself
and partying and boys? Is that possible?
What is this about?
If you'd put yourself
in this family's shoes.
Your sister has been on the verge
of death, and you weren't around.
- Dad, Patrick didn't
- No one asked you anything!
So, I would love it if you'd
quit being a spoiled little brat!
Okay.
Patrick!
Hey. Huge scene with my father.
Can we fuck and talk about it?
I'm coming. Oh, I'm coming.
- I'm coming.
- I'm waiting for it.
I'm coming.
Oh my God.
God.
Dude.
Let's make it the norm to just
fuck away our frustrations, okay?
That was fuckin' amazing.
That's what my father really
needs. Just a good long fuck.
I mean, yeah.
He's even more fascist
than normal, right?
Semen retentum venenum est.
What did you say?
He could be scared
shitless by what happened.
You know?
And all he needs right now
is to feel closer to you.
No. My father's never opened
up to us in his fucking life.
Maybe with Ari, if anyone.
But now she's a victim.
He doesn't respect her.
He protects her, doesn't respect her.
So, get close to him,
even if he doesn't ask.
Even if it's just to get him
to stop screwing over our class.
Just kidding.
Take Ander and me, for instance.
He's so reserved
and rarely ever asks for anything.
But I mean, we've managed to
stay together and communicate,
even though he's on the other side
of the fuckin' world, you know?
We still write to each
other. We call each other.
Oh no, handsome.
He doesn't write to you.
Ander replies 'cause you won't
stop sending him messages all day.
Because you're kinda
intense and annoying.
- What's your problem?
- What's my problem?
- I mean, that's not true.
- It's not?
No.
Hey, um, I'm gonna take a shower
and get some air before I go home. Okay?
Look, I don't know.
I have no excuse for it.
I haven't been there.
That's a fact.
But I'm telling you, you can
go back to living your life.
Because now I'm gonna be there,
and I'm going to support you.
You'll be there how?
As what?
As my friend?
Um
As a couple, if you'd like.
A couple?
I want to be with you, Ari.
But why have you been avoiding me
only to come here and tell me this now?
Were you scared?
Were you afraid that
that I would say no?
Yeah.
Well, then. That's it. You
are definitely an idiot.
Now, you would normally come here,
give me a hug and a kiss. Wouldn't you?
I'm sorry.
Don't worry, okay?
I missed you.
Thanks.
You have a reservation
for six tonight, right?
All right. Come this way, please.
Okay, here's the thing, Samuel.
Don't you want Ari to overcome
her PTSD and depression?
I know I want Mencía
to stop flogging herself
and behaving like a fucking
clone of her old man.
I think if we tell her Armando's
in the lake, breeding worms,
we'll pull her out of
the black hole she's in.
What are you doing out here?
- Fuckin' scared me, Omar.
- You shouldn't be out here.
Just give me a sec. This is important.
No, what's important
is the madhouse inside.
Let's go. Get to work.
Come on.
- Don't look at me like that.
- I'm going to tell you nicely.
You're letting being put
in charge go to your head.
- Who, me?
- Yes, you.
You're on top of
everyone and everything.
All day. At work, at school, wherever.
And you're complaining
Ander doesn't reply.
It's 'cause you won't let us breathe.
Should we go in?
Hello?
Hmm?
Good luck.
- Aren't you goin' inside?
- Uh, no. I'm waiting for a friend.
Patrick, just watch out
for your GPA this quarter.
Yeah.
You nervous?
- It's weird.
- Hmm. Well, it's cool to see you back.
- Love you.
- Love you too.
- Wanna go in together?
- I'll be right in.
- Ciao.
- Okay.
I know, right?
- Hey.
- Hey! No!
Dad! Dad!
Huh?
- Have you seen my charger?
- My son!
- What charger?
- My charger.
What charger?
This charger.
It's your fault my
alarm clock didn't work!
I'm sorry.
Bullshit! It's always the same with you!
- The music can't stop.
- It never does!
- It's on all day, every day!
- Calm down.
I'll drive you to school.
I'll drive you right now, son.
Five minutes, Omar!
Caye.
- I just
- Phillipe.
- Social distancing.
- Okay. Okay, okay.
Let's stay away from Phillipe, no?
You're doing that too
'cause it's affected you.
I never said that, though.
Well, but it's what you want.
You didn't say it, but both our
problems would be solved if I go back.
Help me get out of here.
What are you What
do you want from me?
I don't know. As long as my principality
and Las Encinas say I am innocent
of the thing with Elodie,
we can't do anything.
"The thing with Elodie"?
Is that what you call it?
- You know what I mean.
- Uh no, Phillipe.
And what, uh I mean
So, what exactly do you call
what happened in the limo with me?
Call it whatever you want.
Okay?
But tell everyone.
Then there will be two
complaints against me,
and it'll be impossible to keep me.
Caye, they're after me.
I know people in my country hate
me too, but it's safer than here.
Because I don't know if I can survive
an entire school year being a victim.
Elodie might know something about that.
She's been one for a year.
She's the victim,
Phillipe. Not you, okay?
And I'm the one who could
have been one, not you.
Don't you see? Is that not clear to you?
Well, maybe I'm not able to.
You see?
Now it's up to you to go
out there and tell everyone.
Put an end to this once and for all.
Everything okay?
How could you possibly have
been victimized by Phillipe?
Sorry. You were being very loud.
- What are you? Phillipe's shadow?
- No. No, no, no, no.
Just pissed off at the
injustice he's suffering.
I see.
Right, why don't you take on
the school and leave me alone?
No, stop. No, no, no! Stop right there!
Don't hit me, please. I'm serious!
- Don't hurt me!
- Stop. Nobody's going to hit her!
- Don't come near!
- Nobody's going to.
What are you doing? She's going psycho.
- Nothing's going on. Relax.
- Stop!
You see,
I could pretend to be your victim
like you claim you're Phillipe's victim.
I'm sorry, were you there?
Huh?
Look, forget it because this
is really just Honestly.
Do you really want Phillipe to leave?
Well, yes. Maybe I do. I don't know.
Maybe it's best for everyone. Jesus.
Right. I don't want that either.
But please, don't be like
all those hysterical haters.
- They're all just ugly commies, you know.
- I'm sorry, what?
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Don't be offended, baby.
I'm not saying you are.
I'm saying you shouldn't be.
Excuse me, Paris Hilton,
but I have things to do.
Did Phillipe screw up?
Possibly.
Did he say sorry?
Repeatedly.
Does he want to change? I think
it's very clear that he does.
But in order for a person to
change, you have to let them. Right?
Not cancel them for life,
like all these unhinged, crazy
girls are doing at the school.
They've totally scared
the shit out of Phillipe.
Don't let them scare you shitless too.
You don't have to help him escape.
Honey, you have to stand by him.
Just stand by your man.
No, he's your friend, no?
Or I won't get into
that. It's not my business.
But stand by him.
Stand by him. Be happy together.
Be free to live the
life you want to live.
That right there,
that is feminism.
Well
HEY! WHERE ARE YOU?
YOU COULD AT LEAST REPLY.
DON'T SAY THERE'S NO SIGNAL.
YOU COULD ACKNOWLEDGE ME.
So, the Nazi's son was
kicked out for being late?
There's no hope for the rest of us.
- You know who I am?
- The whole school knows who you are.
I checked up on you. I like you, man.
Patrick, right?
All I know is that you
drive a Aston Martin.
That's super sexy.
I was here waiting for
you to drive up in it.
Ah. The car is my father's.
But uh, I'd rather not talk about him.
He's been getting on my nerves. A lot.
My dad has been getting on mine
since Christmas, so I feel you.
So, you didn't go inside either, man.
You were hangin' out here.
You were waiting for me, weren't you?
You know, honestly, I
can't tell if I'm into it
or if it's super cringe.
Have you seen me? I think your
only choice is to be into it.
Why don't we go have a
drink and, I don't know,
talk shit about our fathers?
- Sounds fun.
- Cool.
SHOULD WE SKIP CLASS? I NEED A HUG.
Hey, uh, I don't even
know your name yet.
Iván.
Patrick.
Well, you all do two kisses here, right?
"We"?
Who is "we"?
All right, you know what I mean.
Two kisses.
Come on, let's go.
Okay. But where?
To get drunk!
Mr. Blanco?
Good morning.
Can I have a minute with you
and your children, please?
- Patrick won't answer. I'll get him.
- I'll cut to the chase.
We're aware that your
son Patrick went missing
around the same time
De La Ossa vanished.
Patrick had nothing
at all to do with it.
How do you know that?
What are you insinuating?
That my son had something to do
with that son of a
bitch's disappearance?
A lot of witnesses
assure us that they saw
De La Ossa with Mencía
at a concert organized by one
of the students from this school.
And they said the two of them
were rather, well, friendly.
And they saw Patrick in
a fit of aggression there.
Patrick had nothing to do with it.
- I'm the one you need to
- Don't!
Mencía.
- How did you meet him, Mencía?
- Mencía, please don't.
Ari, thank you,
but that's enough.
Because you're always
covering up for me.
I'm the only one who's to blame
for this awful fucking situation.
- I need to come clean.
- Very well.
I'm listening.
One daughter was a victim of assault,
another was sexually
abused by De La Ossa.
If you plan on leaving the city
at all, or country, notify me.
Good day, sir.
Are you all right?
Yes.
I'm fine.
Okay.
If, uh If I can help
you with anything, tell me.
It's not a problem.
I lost my wife. Almost lost Patrick.
Now I almost lost Ari and
Mencía. It's all a disaster.
And I know that I haven't
been the man my family needed.
You try to have
everything under control.
You think you know how.
But what's the point?
Tragedy strikes everyone sometimes.
Nothing you can do to avoid it.
I could have been more on top of them.
I could've
I could have controlled
the thing with Armando.
He was in my house. He met
my children, and I didn't
I didn't even have an inkling. I
didn't suspect anything. I could've
I don't know.
And now
my legs just shake to think that
he might come after my girls again
and that and that once again,
I won't be able to do a thing.
I wouldn't worry about Armando.
He won't come back.
Everything will be okay.
You teenagers like
all that kind of stuff.
Like, New Age and Mr. Wonderful.
I'm completely serious.
You gotta trust me.
Armando isn't ever coming back.
Uh, yes?
Benjamín, do you have a minute?
Yes, come in.
- I'll leave you guys.
- Garcia.
Thank you.
It's about Phillipe.
You're beautiful. Beautiful.
Your Your dad put this together?
- Wow.
- Son.
Son.
Introduce me to your buddy.
- Patrick.
- Nice to meet you.
Hi.
- What's up?
- I'm good.
Join us.
I wanna just go up to my room and chill.
Come on. Just a little while.
- It's a pleasure.
- Pleasure.
What?
I think I'm hammered.
- Hey.
- What?
I hate to break it to you,
but, yeah, your father is nothing
I mean, nothing like my dad.
He seems like a bro.
That's the problem.
How about a nap before we keep goin'?
This buzz is kinda too much for me.
Wait, wait, wait.
So then, we're not
going down to the party?
Nah. Just a little nap.
Little nap.
All right.
No.
Where are you goin'?
- I don't know. To find a sofa.
- What? No, you dumbass.
You're sleeping right here with me.
I want you to be comfortable.
Let's see.
Help me. I can't do it.
I gotta charge my cell phone.
Oh, shit.
Boy, that's some ass you
have with that underwear, huh!
Better than a lot of girls.
No wonder they're all crazy about you.
But
crazy about you.
Oh, shut up.
I'm giving you such a
hard-on, huh? You little perv.
- No.
- Nap time? And that was a joke.
Oh shit.
Iván?
- Iván?
- Mm?
You asleep?
Put out the light.
Oh shit.
Son.
Son, I need to recharge my cell phone.
It's only for a second.
I'll bring it back.
- Hey, man.
- Shit!
Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
No, chill out. Chill out.
Shit. I'm so, so sorry.
I'm sorry. It's just
that I was in bed
- Relax.
- I lost it
I get it. Want to shoot
your load, come downstairs.
Have a couple chicks having
drinks who are smoking hot.
- What?
- Come on. It's okay.
Nothing to be ashamed of.
Thanks, but no.
But why not?
I'm kinda gay.
- Ah.
- But thanks anyway.
That's all right.
I mean, we got a gay down there.
No, no.
Okay.
Well, carry on, then.
Patrick, right?
- Yeah.
- Enjoy it, Patrick.
But have you and
Iván? Are you guys ?
- No. We're just friends. That's all.
- No?
- Ah. Just friends, huh?
- Yes.
Okay.
Hello, everyone.
Um, I wanted to talk
to you about something
that I understand you have
a lot of opinions about.
Uh, but I'd like you to
listen to me a moment, though.
Phillipe made an awful
mistake. He messed up.
But he's trying to redeem himself.
I mean, it's impossible to have
an immaculate life. No one can.
And I'm not trying to justify anything.
But without forgiveness, we can
never move forward on either side.
Phillipe, if you go to your country,
you'll continue to enjoy your privileges
and make the same old mistakes
without any consequences.
Stay here and learn.
And I'd like to stay by your side
to support you while you do that,
and I hope I won't be the only one.
I understand that not everyone
agrees with my opinion on this,
but the solution
shouldn't be to kick him out and forget.
I'm sure after this,
people will relax, dude.
- Plus, in a couple days, it'll blow over.
- Get out of my face!
Are you sure about this?
What do you mean, am I sure about it?
Your confession.
Of course I'm sure.
I killed him.