Elite (2018–…): Season 4, Episode 3 - Cuando bailan las mentiras con las tentaciones - full transcript

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When you've been through cancer,
you associate fucking everything with it.

At first, you deny it,
but then you can't stop bringing it up

all the time,

always kinda shoehorning it in there.

But when it comes to those four,
cancer's a pretty decent analogy.

What four are you referring to?

Um, Benjamín and company.

Benjamín, Patrick, Mencía.

And Ari.

What happened when they got here?

They destroyed what they touched,
like a metastatic growth.



♪ Buh-bye ♪

Uh, yeah. It's me.
Do you still want us to be besties again?

'Cause, well, look, I woke up obsessed,
so you win, partner.

With Mencía?
Yeah, you guys were all over each other.

We had the best time ever.
She's just so fuckin' incredible, man.

And now I'm doin' that thing I do,

where I start projecting, pining,
and getting completely addicted.

I'm tellin' ya, it's bad.
I can barely sleep.

But whenever I do sleep, I dream of her.

And she hasn't texted since the party.
I've been stalking her Instagram.

She's still posting, so she's not dead.
You know what I mean?

What in the fuck is this bullshit?

Hey, Rebeka.

Yeah, it's nuts.
They're all over the school.



So, like one of her posts
or text her yourself.

Advice from a crazy dude.

Good morning, students.

I'm greeting you virtually
this fine morning

to bring you some exciting news.

An idea proposed
by one of your classmates.

Hello, everyone.

To thank you for the warm welcome
you've given me at the school,

I wanted to offer
a, uh, a kind gesture to you.

Well, I suppose that,
uh, the majority of you

know about Paris's le Bal, no?

Well, I want to organize it,
and I'm throwing it here with all of you.

It's something
that I'm really looking forward to,

and I know
I certainly wouldn't want to miss it.

I hope you won't either.

Yeah, but, come on, Samuel.
How can I tell her what I feel for her

when what I feel
is that I am fucking crazy, ya know?

I don't wanna overwhelm her,
and this is overwhelming shit, man.

Uh, well, listen to it.

- I'm not gonna repeat it.
- To what? You didn't send anything.

What do you mean, I didn't send anything?

- No, no, no!
- Wait, did you just send...?

- What did you say about her?
- All good things.

- But, like, too good.
- So what's the problem here?

She's online.
She'll see it. She's online, dude.

Uh...

Single. Seriously?

Well, that was fast.

I guess I thought
maybe we would work it out.

Didn't you break it off with her?

Yeah, but she agreed to it.

Nadia knows what she wants.

Do you?

I mean, what got into you after the party
that made you break up with her?

Distance. It's a major bitch, you know.

Would "distance"
happen to be a cute swimmer?

What is your problem, dude?

You saw us hooking up,
it annoyed you, and you broke up with her.

Okay. Your crazy's showing.
I need you to tone it down.

It really annoys you that much
Ari wasn't my fucking Pluto?

- Like, really?
- That's why you did it? To piss me off?

The world doesn't revolve around you.
We felt like it.

- Yeah, sure.
- It's not like you're a couple.

If you hadn't gotten in the way,
who's to say?

- See? It was about Ari.
- Let's get one thing straight.

If you keep this up,
I'll beat the shit out of you.

I need you to take a breather.

Whether you have something with her
is between you and her.

Leave me out of it.

Okay,
so, le Bal is a charity ball,

organized as a way to present
debutantes from the best families

to society, okay?

Ah, right, it wouldn't be complete
without its fancy chandeliers,

its guillotine, and,
oh, the Black Death's so hot right now.

Cayetana, that's some retrograde,
sexist-ass bullshit.

Actually, it's not sexist,
'cause, for le Bal, we girls

are the ones who are gonna be choosing
our cavaliers, or dates.

- Hmm.
- In other words, you mean us girls, right?

Ah. Ari, how should I explain this?
You're invisible to me.

- Worse, you're beige. Ciao.
- Buh-bye.

What was that look you just gave me?

About the classist way
you just came for Cayetana.

Look,
I was just trying to be objective, Samuel.

She's the cleaning lady.

And I'm the waiter on scholarship.
That's why you won't invite me, isn't it?

I mean, I can't go anyway.
They hired the Lake Club to do catering.

Well, I'm sorry you can't come as a guest.

It's not really my thing.

Festivals of fakes and poseurs.

When are we meeting up again?

- I can meet today.
- No, not today.

Why? You can't meet up after work?

Yeah, but I'd rather chill on the sofa.

Really?

Ander, I'm the one who's working.
I'm kinda tired, okay?

NADIA, I'D LIKE TO CHAT TONIGHT.
CAN YOU?

- Can I talk with you just a minute?
- Yeah, sure.

Okay, so, basically,

I'd love to have a cavalier
walk arm in arm with me at le Bal,

and I heard you're available.

How would you know?

Facebook.
It told me and the entire school.

- Right.
- Wanna go with me?

Well, I'd love to go to the ball,
but I'm not that into sloppy seconds.

Sorry, what?

You asked Samuel to go,
and he said no, right?

Uh, no.

He didn't say no,
because I never asked him to be my date.

I'm surprised. It seemed like you had
a good time at the towel party.

- Who told you that?
- Facebook, do ya think?

Nothing happened at the towel party.

And, anyway,
I'm not asking him, 'cause he's...

- '- Cause he's a waiter. Just say it.
- He's a waiter.

Because he's not my type.

Right. Let's say if Samuel

was a count instead of just a waiter,
would you be interested?

Okay. If you were a redhead
and half as tall,

maybe you wouldn't be you,
and I wouldn't ask you either.

- Yeah.
- Are you hearing yourself?

Yeah, I hear it.
And I don't feel like going anymore.

Can you please get outta my car?

SURE, CALL ME

Balenciaga was born in 1895 in Getaria.

Jávea, um...

You scared me!

Are you the Miss Grajera Pando?

- That would be me.
- How are you?

I'm fine. And you?

Good. I came by to ask you something.
What are your plans for this Friday night?

Um...

Nothing. Just studying.

I may not look like it,
but I'm getting a degree.

I see. I'd like, um,
for you to accompany me to the ball.

Well, really,
I want you to ask me so I can say yes.

But I wasn't invited.

You are now.

- Why me, though?
- Why not?

There's no way
they'll let me be your date.

I choose where it happens
and who gets invited.

The others just donate
and pose for the photos,

which is all they want.

In other words, you wanted a second date,
and you didn't know how to ask for it.

Come on, now.
Don't jump to conclusions, all right?

Yeah? And what conclusions could those be?

- What conclusions?
- Did I stutter?

"If he asks me on a second date,
it's because he likes me a lot."

"And, if things go well, who knows?
There could even be a third."

Third, huh? Oh my my my, no.
You need to slow way down.

- I do?
- Uh, yeah.

But you are the one thinking all that.

Well, do you like what I think
in your scenario?

Fuck.

Yeah, I'm coming! Chill out!

- Room service.
- What are you doing here?

If Muhammad won't go to the mountain...

Yeah, it's just that,
uh, Muhammad isn't feeling well.

Well, this cures everything.
Come on. Let's go.

Jesus Christ.

Mm-hmm.
Shot glasses, where are you hiding?

Aha! I'm kind of a genius.

Uh, it's just that I can't today, Mencía.

It's not a good time for me,
and I'm so busy.

Come on. Just take a seat.

We need to talk about
your little voice message from earlier.

Please don't do this to me.

Would you sit down?

I really can't see a thing.

- Ah! Straight?
- Step by step, step by step...

- Straight ahead of you.
- Okay. Like, forward?

I got you.

- Just a little further, a little further.
- Uh-huh.

A little...

- What is all this?
- Pick whichever ones you want.

Oh my God! But, Phillipe!

All right.

Okay. For every question you ask me,
I'll ask you another.

Oh, I thought you'd say to remove
a piece of clothing or something.

Well, that's when your answer is wrong
or you don't answer the question.

'Kay.

Uh...

- Describe yourself in three words.
- Hmm.

- Fearless.
- Mm-hmm.

And passionate.

And... messed up.

That was four words.

Yeah, but "messed up"
is a singular concept.

But, all right.

Yeah, that's four.

♪ If it's so easy ♪

♪ Then tell me what you wanna say... ♪

What do you hate
more than anything else in the world?

Being lied to, being taken for an idiot,

and being told something,
then finding out the truth.

Just being let down.

That was, like, 25 right there.

Okay.

No, no. Those don't count.

Okay.

♪ I'm talking about foolish young... ♪

What's your biggest secret?

Well, the thing is, if I told you...

...then it wouldn't be a secret.

- Would it?
- No.

What makes you happy?

Incredibly hard workers...

...who are always there,
always keep their promises,

like my old lady.

What's cool about your mother?

My old lady's the shit, kid.

She'll do anything for me.

Like quitting that shitty life
and all that dealing

and start again from scratch.

What, uh, happened to yours?

Hey.

We don't have to tell each other
everything today, you know?

♪ That might help you to understand ♪

You wanna kiss me real bad, huh?

Do it, then.

♪ Our time together ♪

♪ Must someday come to an end ♪

♪ I'm talking about foolish young love ♪

♪ Tell you ♪

♪ Tell you, too ♪

♪ To, to tell you ♪

♪ To, to, to tell you, too ♪

♪ To, to, to tell you ♪

♪ To, to, to, to, to, to tell you, too ♪

♪ To, to tell you, you, you ♪

♪ To, to, to, to tell you, too ♪

♪ To, to, to tell you ♪

♪ I'mma tell your friends
That I make you blush ♪

♪ That I make you rush, from my bush ♪

♪ 'Cause you know my flesh
Is fresh to death ♪

♪ Fizz up, like, ooh ♪

♪ And I crackle from all of the pressure ♪

♪ But, oh, go show me your flesh ♪

♪ 'Cause no one can flesh
Press, and lush ♪

♪ I'mma tell your friends
That I make you flee ♪

♪ That I make you free
Got a bowl of my fruit ♪

♪ Glut yourself ♪

♪ Just feelin' my flavors
Fillin' you up like fuel ♪

♪ And then you flirt
With flowers and friends ♪

♪ For me forever, and we're nice to fuck ♪

♪ 'Cause no one can pull
The facts back from ♪

♪ Under the deeds and twister ♪

♪ The only troublemaker ♪

♪ To succeed, I'd rather ♪

♪ The aphrodisiac player ♪

♪ Under the deeds and twister ♪

♪ The only troublemaker, to succeed ♪

Oh. Ah, shit.

What? Aren't you gonna share?

Uh... uh, Mom?
It's not what it looks like, okay?

Sure? 'Cause it looks like
you were partying pretty hard

with a friend in the living room.

Mencía, my mother, Sandra.

Sandra, Mencía.

What a beauty.

Hey, honey.

My blood pressure's kinda low.

Why don't you bring us
beers and some olives

so we can get to know each other?

Yeah. Yeah, sure.
I'll go get some. I'm going.

How much did you charge my daughter?

Nothing.

Oh, of course.
First round's on the house, right?

You tell her you're a prostitute yet?

I'm not a prostitute.

You sleep with men,
and they give you money.

Ask Google and see what it says there.

What I do with my life
isn't your business, so butt out.

It is if it affects my daughter.

So, you have three options.

You tell her,

I tell her, or you leave the picture.

You decide which.

Here are the beers.
They're nice and cold.

Thanks, sweetheart!

Come on,
let's toast to the two of you.

Cheers.

I just don't feel like having a threesome
with Patrick or anyone else.

Like, been there, done that.
You know what I mean?

But it's just sex.

Do you trust us or not?

I'd rather not test us, honestly.

What?

NEW MESSAGE FROM PATRICK

- What?
- What about what?

It just looked like
you were gonna say something.

I'M IN THE PRIVATE ROOM. JOIN ME.

Who's texting you?

Patrick.

And? What does Patrick want?

No, never mind.

No, tell me.

It's okay.

Look, Omar, you're the one
who wanted to open this door.

And now you wanna close it?

It's not fair.

Maybe I don't wanna close it.

I'm sleeping at my place tonight.

What should I have waited for?

Oh, I don't know, Nadia.

A mourning period?

Maybe we pushed it too soon.

Or, I guess, I did.

I know that it's scary,
but if you hadn't taken that first step,

we would've let it die
in the worst possible way.

Yeah.

I don't know.

I'm terrified.

'Cause you're so sure about what you want.

Oh fuck.

Guzmán,

what I've always known
is that I didn't want either of us

to end up hurting the other one.

I don't know.
I think it might be for the best

that we both look ahead.

Yeah. You're right.

And, yes, it is scary.

I changed my status to single.

'Cause... I don't know, maybe it's stupid,

but the fact that it's out there
for the whole world

makes it real to me.

So I think
you should try to look ahead, too, Guzmán.

Okay.

Well, then, I guess...

...that's it, then.

It's been so good knowing you.

The drama queen, as usual.

We'll see each other again.

Well, that is,
of course, only if you want to.

Wherever the sun sets, I'll be there.

All right.

I'll try moving forward.

We can only try.

Okay.

Adios, Nadia.

You all right?

No, yeah. Everything's fine.

Okay.

Mencía, what's the matter?

Sorry. I just can't do it.

- I don't know...
- Yeah, I... I got it.

Sorry. No, no, I get it.
I'm overwhelming you.

No, no, that's not it. It's just, uh,

I don't know,
your mother's right outside the room,

and she caught us, and...

My mother?

But who cares? She's cool with it.
Did she say something?

- No, it's not that.
- Okay.

She was really nice,
but, uh, I don't know.

It's just that
I can't do this sort of thing

at my house with Benjamín, and,

well, let's just leave it
for some other day, okay?

S omeone is at the front door.

Um...

No.

- Forget it. Nah.
- What?

Oh, hi. How are you?

Hi.

Why are you here?

- Can I come in?
- No.

My father's inside. It's better out here.

I see. Um... I'm really sorry.

I acted like a caveman
and an arrogant prick.

- Wow.
- Heh.

Now, that's the way
to start a proper speech.

Well, I also came to say that...

that I'd love to go to the ball with you.

Oh?

And... wait for you
at the bottom of the stairs

with my arm like this...

...so I was waiting to see
if you'd invite me.

That is, if you still want me to come.

Is that a yes?

I'm getting to know you better, right?

Yes.

That's a yes.

- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

I mean, perfect. So let's talk and, uh...

- And we'll see each other.
- Okay.

- Good night, then.
- Good night.

Did Guzmán talk to you about Ari?

He left my sister for her.

How about Ander then?

No idea.

Did he talk to Samuel?

Samuel.

Hey.

- Yo. What's going on?
- Nothin'. I'm good.

Hey, you were right
about things with Ari and me.

- It was just up to us.
- Oh, yeah?

We met up last night,
and we're goin' to the ball together.

Oh shit. That's awesome.

- Yeah. You're not angry, are you?
- Me?

No way, dude.

Not at all.

Cool. You just had a one-night stand.
I mean, you're not actually into her.

Are you tryin' to tell me something?

No, I just think
she and I are legit into each other,

and I wanted to check
you weren't hopin' for more.

That we're cool.

Yeah? I don't know
why you're making me a part of your shit.

Hey! Whoa. I didn't mean to piss you off.

It seems like you don't really like her.
You're being an asshat.

See? I knew you'd get pissed,
though you went after her to annoy me...

Guzmán, get off my dick!
Seems like I'm the one you're into.

You can keep Ari,
keep the motorcycle, keep it all.

Guy can't decide what he wants.

- Good morning.
- Hey.

Listen, I've been thinking about this.

Like, I know you'll think
this is some vulgar, medieval shit.

And for the record, so do I.

But, I don't know,
maybe there might be something to it.

Since one of us
is supposed to ask, I thought,

"C'mon, Rebeka, just nut up and do it."
So, uh, wanna be my cavalier?

I'm sorry.

I can't, hon. It's just that I have to...

What? What is it?

It's nothing exciting.
Just some things I have to take care of.

You know I don't like being dependent
on Benjamín for shit.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Not here.

Why?

You have to tell me about the protocols
you established with your boyfriend.

It was just sex.

What happened?

- Why do you wanna know?
- Because I just wanna know.

Tell me.

He texted when I got in the taxi.

You arranged to meet
while at my place?

- No.
- Yes.

I made up my mind in the taxi.

Hey, handsome.

How'd it go down?

We tell each other everything,

and I have to catch you
on this stupid bullshit? Seriously?

This is the Patrick method
for drinking tequila.

The first step...

is licking the salt.

Then he licked my neck.

He poured salt on it.

Then he dipped my fingers in lemon.

And the final move...

We started getting hot and bothered
right at the bar, and...

Uh, and so on.

And so on?

So we fucked, dude.

You're saying that you went for it?

- Why's it matter?
- I said, tell me about it.

He went to the bathroom,
and I followed him.

We closed the door after us
and started making out.

Then I unbuttoned his shirt.
I started kissing him.

Yes. Hey.

Under the clothes is cheating, remember?

Then I got to his dick and sucked it.

Then he grabbed me
and fucked me against the wall.

Until we both got off.

I don't get it.

You pissed off or turned on?

Omar, it was just sex. That's all.

You used condoms, or did you not bother?

Of course. What do you think this is?

I don't know anymore, to be honest.

Can this not happen again? Hmm?

Yeah.

All right.

Do you want some?

It's the best in Madrid.

From the owner of that Speakeasy
we went to the other day.

Wait, the owner sold you that coke?

What are you doing?

Um, I gotta head out.

All right. So, where are you heading?

I need cash.

I'll make it up to you next time, okay?

♪ Kinda lonely ♪

♪ But I know me ♪

♪ She's a grain of light... ♪

Hold on!

♪ Pain is a poet tonight ♪

♪ Breathe like you know you're alive ♪

Where's Rebeka?

Who the hell do you think you are?

What do you have in there?

We're gonna look fabulous, bae.

Just stunning.

I mean, we're gonna turn heads so hard,
necks are gonna break.

Where you ladies off to?

A party
a friend from class is throwing tonight.

I won't be too late. Shall we?

Guapa!

I know
you're back to dealing drugs again.

- And that Rebeka doesn't know it.
- Yo, kid! You comin' or what?

We're gonna be
the first mother and daughter-in-law

who get along, aren't we?

♪ I believe in ghosts ♪

♪ It becomes more dangerous ♪

♪ We're gettin' real close ♪

♪ Livin' in the woods ♪

♪ Spirits, spirits ♪

♪ I see spirits... ♪

I love the way
we send messages through fashion.

♪ I see spirits... ♪

What message am I sending you
with this dress, huh?

Well...

That the night is yours.

And that
we'll blow them away on Instagram.

- I'm, like, so nervous.
- Don't be.

I'm gonna start setting up
the cavaliers, okay?

No.

- Wow.
- You look great.

My, oh my.

- Hi, handsome.
- How are you?

- Good, you?
- Can you charge my phone for me?

Can I please get a glass of Cava?

- Sure.
- ♪ Things are changing ♪

♪ So fast, oh, no, no... ♪

I've been walkin' around here,
and there are beds with headboards

where you can tie me up with my bow tie.

Stop it, Patrick.

But you like having sex with me.

This could ruin my relationship.
Don't you get it?

Ander...

Look, I told you it's more dangerous
to say no than say yes to me.

- Thank you.
- Over here!

♪ It depends on ♪

♪ You and you alone ♪

♪ Whether you do ♪

♪ Whether you don't ♪

♪ Don't believe in ♪

♪ More than flesh and bone ♪

♪ Grab on and hold ♪

♪ This ain't no hymn, this ain't no hymn ♪

♪ This ain't no hymn, this ain't no hymn ♪

♪ This ain't no warning to run ♪

♪ From sin ♪

♪ This ain't no dagger for stickin' in ♪

♪ So let me be ♪

♪ So let me be, so let me be ♪

♪ So let me be ♪

♪ I'll follow someone that I can see ♪

♪ I'll worship someone that I can be ♪

♪ It depends on ♪

♪ You and you alone ♪

♪ Whether you do ♪

♪ Whether you don't ♪

♪ Don't believe in ♪

♪ More than flesh and bone ♪

♪ Grab on and hold ♪

♪ Grab on and hold ♪

♪ It depends on ♪

♪ Surface area ♪

♪ Whether you do ♪

♪ Whether you don't ♪

Are you okay?

♪ This ain't no hymn ♪

♪ This ain't no hymn, this ain't no hymn ♪

♪ This ain't no warning to run from sin ♪

♪ This ain't no dagger for stickin' in ♪

♪ So let me be
So let me be, so let me be ♪

♪ So let me be ♪

♪ I'll follow someone that I can see ♪

♪ I'll worship someone that I can be ♪

♪ Leave ♪

♪ Every piece of your soul on the ground ♪

♪ Don't look down ♪

- What happened?
- ♪ Just breathe ♪

♪ Chasin' freedom and vices ♪

♪ Without a release ♪

♪ And we just wanna go fast ♪

♪ And we don't wanna slow down ♪

♪ We got our glory and fame ♪

♪ And we don't run with the crowd ♪

♪ Feel the rush in my veins ♪

♪ We gotta go fast ♪

♪ And we wanna slow down... ♪

Is that the face
you want immortalized on social media?

What face would you be wearing
if I had recorded you while we fucked?

- What are you saying?
- What do you want it for, Phillipe?

Are you gonna send it to your friends?

Do you have a WhatsApp group
where you send

videos of yourselves
fucking commoners like us?

- What?
- Is it to jerk off to? What's it for?

Cayetana, I did it as a precaution. Okay?

What did you think of me?
That I'm some spy or terrorist?

I'll explain later, okay? In private.

♪ At least ♪

♪ When we got the exception... ♪

Cayetana, please. Let me explain.

Just let me explain myself.

- Listen to me! Hold on!
- What!

Look,
I met... I met this girl, okay?

I thought she was charming, like you.
And I liked her the way I do you.

But she was just into me being a royal.

Because I guess a prince
is a perfect target

if you want to falsely accuse someone
of being sexually abusive

and make yourself a fortune
blackmailing him.

I'm sorry about that,
but you had no right to film me.

I mean, that's abusive.
For you to do that, without asking me.

Cayetana, sometimes security demands
we have to bend the rules a bit.

Okay, so you record me

then insult my integrity,
calling me a greedy scammer?

What?
But I never called you anything like that.

Oh my God, you did!

I was being cautious.
You know what I've heard? Huh?

- No.
- They say you are a con artist.

A liar. Listen to me!

Ex-girlfriend of a murderer.
Maybe an accomplice.

I don't know whether to give credit
for finding this information

to my intelligence services
or the bathroom stalls of Las Encinas.

Hey, listen to me.

- Don't do that.
- Listen to me, please, Cayetana.

- Cayetana!
- What? What, what, what?

Look, you're so intelligent and fun.

You know exactly what you want.

And I really like you.

And that's why,
despite everything I've heard out there,

I still want to get to know you
and hear your side of this.

And now you can choose
whether you still want to know me.

When I save up
the amount of money I'm hoping to,

you and I can move in together.

- That right?
- Yeah.

- All right. Where?
- Wherever you want.

Hmm.

Okay.

So, the thing right now is, finally,

if I'm being honest,
I'm pretty happy with my old lady.

Ah, well.

And what would you think
if I set up a place first?

And started makin' room for you?

Well, I think it sounds like I'm gonna
need to get at least two drinks

in order to properly mull it over.

- Mm-hmm?
- Mm-hmm.

- Hmm.
- This is Sandra, Rebeka's mother.

Honey, for my daughter's sake,
I'm gonna give you a word of advice.

Don't threaten me.

I swear, you don't even wanna think
about threatening me.

And especially not when Rebeka's involved.

Is that clear?

Who was it?

No one. It was nothing.

ANDER, WE NEED TO TALK

COME, PLEASE

ANDER, I WON'T GIVE UP ON YOU

I'M NOT A QUITTER

Omar, can I get my phone?

- I'm heading back home.
- How come?

I'm just kinda exhausted.

You stayin' late?

Yeah, until the party's over
and I put everything away.

See ya later.

- You check your boyfriend's cell phone?
- Leave Ander alone.

Leave us both alone.

Look, I can step aside.

But he might come for me.

I don't know. You just wrote to him,
and he didn't come, did he?

But you did.

Do Ander and I make you jealous,
or do you want a piece of it?

I can only think of one way
to improve this position.

What's up, man?

C'mon! What the fuck is this shit?

Samuel, what the hell are you doing?

- What are you?
- I was serving her a drink.

So, you're getting my girl drunk
so she'll hook up with you again?

- I'm sorry, what?
- Listen, man. I'm not interested.

Sure, laugh.
You're such a pain in my ass.

- What?
- Come here a minute.

- Don't grab me like that.
- I said come here.

Okay.

Okay, I'm not sure
what I liked least about the phrase

"You're getting my girl drunk
so she'll hook up with you."

- It... I meant to say, "My date."
- "Your" girl?

Okay. So to you, I'm just a puppet
with no will of its own

that you take turns manipulating into
hooking up with you?

Oh, sorry, I didn't mean puppet.

- You think I'm your property.
- That's not what I meant, Ari. Okay?

You came here with me.
I came here with you. What is the problem?

We're off to a bad start
if you don't think there's a problem.

- Do you wanna be with me, or don't you?
- That depends.

You know what? For me, it depends on
whether you'll act like a Neanderthal,

turn around and apologize,

but then whip your club out again,
so on and so forth.

- Understand?
- Mm-hmm.

- You're right.
- Don't say I'm right to shut me up.

Come on.
I'm not telling you to shut you up.

I'm asking you to forgive me.

I'm gonna learn.

Step by step.

Step by step.

It also depends on if you kiss me.

No, I mean,
you're talking about a relationship,

and you haven't even kissed me yet.

Yeah.

- Should I?
- No, I'll go for it. I got nervous.

Okay.

♪ Under the water ♪

♪ Pull me under ♪

♪ Protected by the creator ♪

♪ Our voices conjure the future ♪

- ♪ Come stand, come stand ♪
- ♪ Come stand, come stand ♪

♪ Under the water ♪

♪ Pull me under ♪

♪ Pull me under ♪

♪ Pull me under ♪

You look nervous.

Are you worried
she might wake up and talk?

No. No.

I'm worried she might not.

What if she doesn't wake up?

Then I guess
we wouldn't be looking for an assailant.

We'd be looking for a murderer.