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He disappeared last night.

He is 17 years of age.

20 HOURS MISSING

He was wearing his Las Encinas uniform when he disappeared.

Maroon pants.

White shirt, gray or blue blazer with a red trim on the lapel.

You know these first few hours are really important.

So let's get back to work, team.

THREE MONTHS EARLIER

Did you get my present?

What is it?

Some cheese.

It's meant to be the shit.

Or at least expensive shit.

You can stick it up your ass, Christian.

Did you have fun on your holidays with the marchioness?

I'm sorry, Nano.

- I should have come sooner. - You know what?

Marina had that watch on her.

However, when I arrived,

it was gone.

Maybe your girlfriend had something to do with it.

Maybe she even did it.

Don't tell me you haven't thought about it.

But of course...

as long as your holidays,

seafood and watches are paid for...

- none of that matters to you, does it? - No.

It does matter.

- It was a shitty holiday. - Sure.

I'm going to the pool.

Call me when we have to leave.

Hi, darling!

I'm here to show the girl around the house.

What?

What do you say?

- It looked uglier in the photo. - Mmm.

Don't start, huh?

The painting needs to be done, some decorating needs to be done, too...

You'll see how good it looks.

It's going to be awesome here.

Yes! Yes!

- - Here we go again.

It's 8:00 a.m., Valerio.

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Want some?

No, I don't eat breakfast.

Ander!

Hi, gorgeous!

Did you want me to give up on the first day of school?

I'm on fire now.

I see. I thought boarding school had changed you.

It doesn't seem that way. It's made you even more ridiculous.

Thanks for that.

If I were you, I would try and pass this year.

Otherwise, Mom and Dad will cut you off. And you weren't born to be poor.

I'm not worried. Whatever happens, I'll always have you.

- - I'm being serious. Thank you...

You're the only one that still bothers to have a go at me. Yay!

It's my penance as your sister.

Half-sister, gorgeous.

Hi, baby!

We could go to your house after class.

...if you don't get distracted.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

WE LOVE YOU, MARINA

WE WILL NEVER FORGET YOU

They could have thrown all this trash away.

What happened to the watch?

What's wrong, don't you like it?

We can go and exchange it, hmm?

How are you?

How was Croatia? Did Christian like it?

Polo, we need to talk.

What's wrong?

- I think Christian went to see Nano and... -

I'm going to see the others. We'll talk later.

By the way... I'm really glad to see you this happy.

For real.

How are you? Long time no see.

- Hey. - How are you doing?

- You didn't post a single photo. - There's barely any signal

at his grandparents' house in Asturias.

A cow is a cow, regardless of how many filters you put on it.

But it was very relaxing. Like a chill out...

What are you doing here?

I have just as much right as you to be here.

- Don't! - Stop!

Azucena!

Get the fuck out of it!

- Don't! - Stop, stop!

Stop now!

- Stop! - Guzmán! Get off of him!

- Stop! - Guzmán, that's enough!

The wound that Marina's death has left in all of us

will take a long time to heal.

I need your help to achieve it.

From all of you.

Guzmán,

I can't even begin to imagine what you are going through.

No, you can't.

And now imagine

that you had to bump into the one to blame for all that pain

in the halls all the time.

Samuel isn't the one to blame.

If Samuel hadn't come to this school...

If him and his fucking brother had stayed

in their shitty little village, none of this would ever have happened.

- Your father got him the scholarship. - You're the one that renewed it. Why?

He's a good student. It wouldn't be fair.

Fair?

Marina is dead.

My sister...

is dead at 16 years old.

Is that fair?

I'm not going to argue with you.

From now on, just so you know, if you talk to that vermin, you are dead to me!

If you're with him, you're against me.

This is not about taking sides.

Yes, it is.

And you have already chosen yours.

Please, one question.

Valerio...

- Is it important? - Sure.

Isn't there supposed to be a welcome party or something here?

Do you think we're in the mood for partying?

Haven't you seen those faces?

It's precisely after something as awful as this that these people need...

to have fun.

To have fun, dance, drink...

Why didn't he go back with his mother?

Because she doesn't know what to do with him.

She packs him off to our Dad, until a few months have gone by,

and he gets fed up and sends him back. It's been this way for years.

It must be tough.

When your parents are divorced and they send you back and forth

over the Atlantic like a tennis ball.

Yeah, sure. It's the first day of term and the guy already wants to party.

I'm going.

Someone has to make sure that when he passes out in a drunken coma,

he at least has a cushion to fall onto,

and his wallet in his pocket the next morning.

Now you're the big sister?

With Valerio? She always has been.

Remember how jealous I used to get about all the time they spent together?

What for? He's hopeless.

Look at him...

- Everyone to the track. - Better put your phone away.

If you get caught using it, they'll confiscate it.

Are you a scholarship student?

See this? Pure gold, kid.

You must be rich, but you aren't like all the rest.

And proud of it. You got a problem with that?

It was a compliment.

Everyone get in!

Rebeca.

With a "c".

- But my friends call me Rebe. - Samuel.

Get into groups of five with both boys and girls.

We're going to start with dynamics.

Psst... Hey, girl, come here!

Hey, girl. I'm Rebe.

Don't worry. I get on fine with Muslims.

In my neighborhood, I've screwed them all.

- Let's warm up! Take your time. -

We need two more over here.

You two, get over there.

Second group, get ready.

Hey, Samu. Greetings from your brother.

Was it too much trouble for you to go see him?

I was too busy working all summer, trying to save the money for his fucking bail.

And what about you?

Cruise with your girlfriend on your private yacht, was it?

One...

two...

three...

He will blab everything.

He has barely spoken for a month.

As though he was afraid

that if one word slipped out of his mouth, the whole truth would follow it.

And then what?

What?

That's fucking intense.

Do you need another holiday?

Relax. He knows what's good for him.

Are you going out tonight?

- Polo, are you all right? - Me?

Better than ever!

Why did you snitch?

I thought you were my friend.

So did I,