Bad Influence (Mala influencia)

I'll get you out of here on one condition.

You're going to work for me.

We'll catch my daughter's performance.

Then we'll discuss what you're doing with your life.

It's time to stop making bad choices.

Look where it got you.

Are you listening, Eros?

Let's go.

Come on.

I'm worried about what's happening to Reese.

Someone's been harassing her for months, and it needs to end.

So, here's the job.

Make sure nothing happens to her, and take care of her.

I know she's not telling me everything because she's proud and stubborn,

but I can see it's starting to take a toll on her.

I believe you can help my daughter.

I can help you in return.

Now, if you fail me, you know where you'll end up.

Eros.

Eros, are you listening?

Watch out!

BAD INFLUENCE

The light was tampered with? I don't care!

The real issue is that it nearly cracked my daughter's skull.

Excuse me?

I suggest you don't go there.

Understand?

He came to pick me up from jail

and said he wanted to help me.

Help with what, exactly?

You had three months left. What do you want?

Well, I don't know.

In the end, I ended up helping him.

We got to an auditorium, all nice and fancy, really cool.

We sat down to watch, and suddenly, this girl came out dancing.

She was a fucking great dancer.

She was doing this, like...

She was great.

Don't laugh, you assholes. I'm serious.

Suddenly, I see a fucking loose cable.

LOL. You're always so observant, huh?

So, I jump her.

What? What do you mean, "you jump her"?

I jump toward her.

Holy shit, Peyton. Give me a break.

- To fucking save her. - So stupid.

So, you're telling me that after all that, you run off like a damn criminal?

Yeah, bro.

Yeah, it's second nature now.

I thought they'd blame me or something. You know how rich people are.

But is your sugar daddy going to do anything else for you?

Or is he just taking you to the theater? Just asking.

Yeah, he's going to give me a job.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be out of jail.

Until all three of us have regular jobs, we won't be able to bring Simón here.

Well, he could be more specific, right?

I don't know, how long has it been?

Four years since you've heard from him?

- Right? - Peyton, dude, don't start.

A job, yeah.

A little job.

A... little... job...

You son of a bitch! What the fuck is your problem?

- Okay? - Okay.

Okay.

- Okay, okay. - Okay, okay.

Here you go, girls.

You know, they're a lot healthier this way.

But why, though?

It's called "a midlife crisis."

I'm still 49, baby girl.

Don't make me any older. I've lived plenty of years already.

What's up?

Something I was planning to tell you later,

but it seems it couldn't wait.

- I've got a solution to your problem. - Not my problem.

- Trust me. - No!

It's a great idea.

This is how bad ideas start.

Dad, please.

Will you listen to me?

Your dad's crazy.

Seriously.

Completely.

Hi.

What is this?

"This" is a guy

who'll take you everywhere and protect you from now on.

Dad, I can't believe you hired a bodyguard.

No, Reese, he's not a bodyguard.

He's just here to make sure everything's okay, that's all.

That's exactly the definition of a bodyguard, Dad.

Eros, this is my daughter Reese.

Reese, this is Eros.

By the way,

Eros is the one who saved you the other day,

so a little thank-you wouldn't hurt.

Save?

God, you guys are psychopaths.

I'm leaving, okay?

When will you stop treating me like a child?

My daughter.

Don't even think about it.

That's all I ask.

Spoiled brat.

Excuse me.

Good morning.

Are you the new one?

Excuse me!

Are you the new one?

Yes.

All right.

You don't speak French?

No.

Your name, please.

Eros.

That's original.

Isn't there a special class for him?

He's going to slow us down.

Don't worry, Raúl. Let's start.

So, today, chapter 13.

Continental rationalism. Descartes.

Can you back off a bit, please?

If my life was already a nightmare, with you around, it'll be my social death.

"Social death"?

It even sounds poetic.

Look at the bracelet my mom bought me for the trip to New York.

- It's from Cartier. - Nice!

- Stunning. - It's gorgeous.

It's really cool.

And check out this Dior bag.

What's wrong?

Reese, I don't want you to die,

but there are some memes about you and the bodyguard.

Don't worry about it.

I'm sure no one's seen them.

THE BODYGUARD

Look... it could be worse.

It could be worse. You could have an ugly shadow following you 24/7.

Don't stress.

- No comment. - What? Luckily, I'm not into guys.

I mean, he's really handsome, honey.

Girls, his looks are pretty obvious.

- Right. - And his name is Eros.

- I mean, what the fuck? - Eros.

- What a cliché. - Eros.

No, please don't start.

"Eros, overwhelming the limbs..."

- "Sweet and bitter." - "Sweet..."

"Irresistible."

- "And bitter!" - "Irresistible creature!"

Let's face it. Objectively, he's really hot.

Yeah, because, objectively, everyone is your type.

Fuck! What's wrong with you?

If you don't invite me to your birthday, I won't invite you to mine.

Great. It's a deal.

I just want my ex,

who broke my heart,

to invite me to her birthday party.

Can you leave me alone, please?

What's your fucking problem?

Listen up, ladies, because I'm only saying this once.

If you don't take this seriously, few of you will get into the company.

Let's go.

Look.

- Who's that? - Look by the door.

Quiet, ladies. What's going on?

Come on, let's go.

Reese, you're starting today. Let's begin.

- Reese. - Shit.

Come on, Reese.

Who's that?

Reese.

Ariadna, you go. Come.

What did you do?

What?

What did you do to get harassed?

Nothing. I didn't do anything.

And just so you know, I didn't fall. I had my shoes slashed.

Idiot.

It'd really help to know who you are or why my dad brought a random guy.

I'm not that random.

Exactly.

Who are you? Something doesn't add up.

I don't get why my dad hired someone my age to watch me.

Look, I may be a random guy, but I'm older than you.

Four years.

My folks died when I was a kid.

In an accident.

And your dad works with an organization. Not sure if you knew.

They assigned one adult per child.

He'd come every six months to ask if I'd done my homework.

He'd say, "Wow, you've grown!"

But most of all, he'd come to give me an envelope with money.

Never had one of my drawings on the fridge?

A photo or anything?

Don't you have any other family?

No.

Well, yes.

Simón is like my little brother.