Raising Voices (2024) s01e02 Episode Script

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Run!
I love you, Mommy.
I love you too, honey.
Wow!
Shoulder fight?
RAISING VOICES
THESE ARE THE SCARS THAT FADED FIRST.
#FEAR
#SCARS
#ITWASN'TMYFAUL
POSTING
These are the scars that faded first.
#PAINANDDISGUSTANDTERROR
#SCARSTHATDON'TFADE
Alma, do you want to watch a movie?
We can make popcorn if you like.
Alma!
MOM: ALMA, COME HOME RIGHT NOW.
DON'T MAKE THINGS WORSE. TURN AROUND NOW!
Come on.
Get in.
Where's the party?
What?
You girls don't get made up like that
to go to town.
Where is it? Can we go with you?
Why don't you sit in the middle?
I'll break my neck.
You're much prettier up close.
Friends of Hernán's, right?
Well, we're getting to know each other.
What did he say about us?
Nothing.
He told us a lot about you.
Like what?
He said you used to be a thing.
We made out once.
That's the story of our long relationship.
It must have been incredible
because he never shuts up about you.
What did you do to him?
What's wrong?
Hernán told us you like a smoke.
I don't want to get wasted yet.
No.
It's not polite to say no.
Take it nice and easy, Jota.
Is our weed good?
Yeah, I like it.
It's got a crazy edge.
You feel like dancing, jumping,
getting naked,
fucking.
Do you feel like fucking, Alma?
It's really not that great.
Where are we going?
We have to go by our place first.
No, take me into town.
We have the trunk full of weed, you know?
Take it easy.
It'll just take a minute.
Why are we stopping here?
Are you scared, Alma?
It's just my friend will kill me
if I'm late.
Hernán was right.
You've got balls.
Go, Jota.
I'm outta here!
Hey, Alma, where's the party?
Fuck you!
No, please!
Thanks.
MOM: PLEASE COME HOME.
LET'S TALK.
Where'd you come from?
That's not your bus.
What happened?
Are you all right?
Your mom again.
Two hundred calls? I think you're busted.
-Sure, I know.
-"I know"?
-So what do I do, Alma?
-I don't know.
Pick up. Say you don't know where I am.
Put on your pajamas and brush your teeth.
Wait, I'll get the dinosaurs.
Move it. Go.
How was the movie?
Great, Mom.
The best we've ever seen.
-Right, Dad?
-Yeah, the best. Off you go.
-What's wrong?
-Alma's gone.
-How?
-Out the window.
What can we do with her?
Where's she gone?
-With Greta and Nata?
-She's not with Greta.
I just talked to her.
Nata isn't picking up.
-You don't have any other numbers?
-No. You?
-Where are you going?
-To the park.
-She'll be drinking and smoking weed.
-Not a good idea.
She's defying us. We have to do something.
Making a scene in front of her friends
will only make it worse.
It can't get any worse.
I had to laugh at their damn jokes.
So if you get pissed, you're crazy,
and a bitch if you don't.
Sons of bitches.
Let's see.
Your makeup is messed up. I'll fix it.
We're so damn late.
Well,
no worries. I texted my brother.
It's not that bad.
The next bus is in an hour, I think.
-All done, gorgeous.
-Okay.
Alma?
-Hi, Berta.
-Hi.
What are you doing here?
We were on our way to a party,
but we missed the bus.
-Right.
-Hi.
Do you want a drink?
-How did you get it?
-With my cousin's ID.
I stole it from her
at my grandma's funeral.
-Jeez, you do look like her.
-Sure, we're family.
Are you coming?
We need to talk.
We're super late,
and if we miss the bus, we won't make it.
We have lots of time. Where are you going?
Near here. Come on.
Come on, Gregory.
Let's go.
-I don't like it.
-It's because you have someone.
-It's because you have someone.
-That's not it.
I don't know, but
-Come this Friday.
-No.
-I never go out on Fridays.
-You have to come.
-I said no.
-It's fucking great.
Alma!
I didn't mean to scare you.
You know Alma, right?
-Everyone knows Alma.
-Has she been here?
No.
Do you know where she could be?
Her mother and I are worried.
She hasn't come round today.
Thanks.
My mother had a date tonight.
A toast for the loser
who wants to fuck her.
-He should!
-Come on.
-Where do you live?
-In the city.
But we're staying at Berta's tonight.
Helena and Lily are my Alma and Greta
from grade school,
but with more of an artsy vibe.
You're arty for sure.
-One of these days, we'll be famous.
-For sure.
I'm going to be the greatest.
-I almost did art in junior high.
-Really?
Yeah, but then I found out
I couldn't draw for shit,
and that was that.
I'm starving. My stomach's rumbling.
I think I'll go buy some junk pastries.
Me too. Shall we buy something?
-Yeah. You coming?
-Sure.
-I'll go with you.
-No.
We'll be right back.
Stay. Don't leave me with Gregory.
Want some?
Thanks.
You're not wearing my necklace.
I left it at home.
But I really like your flying fish.
What metal was it?
Brass. It's important to me.
I'll post a photo.
No, I don't care.
I just want you to wear it.
Anyway, I have lots of ideas
for other necklaces.
I need molds and an oven,
but my mom's not into it.
You're very talented, Berta.
One of the teachers says
I have a creative personality.
And so far,
I fit the profile
of a teenage artist, you know?
Divorced parents,
alcohol and drug problems,
misunderstood, therapists, loneliness
We had fun in high school, right?
Yeah.
Hey,
do you like anyone in class?
No.
You don't?
Well, I like you.
-Not in a lesbo vibe, okay?
-Right.
I'm sure about that. I like weenies.
I saw my dad's once.
-What?
-Yeah, he thought he was alone.
-He was stark naked.
-God.
-It was really small.
-Jeez, Berta
-So disappointing.
-No.
Hello? Berta!
I'm home.
Wasn't your mother in the hospital?
What?
You've been saying
your mom's really sick all week.
You started crying in math class today.
I had no time to do
the shitty science homework,
and then everyone
was so nice to me and
You're a goddamn liar.
Are you going to tell?
No.
No. I love it.
God, Berta, you're the best.
Why did we stop hanging out?
Dunno. It's normal, right?
You change high schools, drift apart.
It's normal.
Right, but Greta changed schools too,
and you still hang out on weekends.
Why, Alma?
Why did we stop being friends?
I don't know.
The bus! Hurry!
We'll miss it again! Hurry!
-Bye, Berta.
-Hurry.
Bye.
Hello.
Here.
Thanks.
What do you think?
Maybe she wants you as a girlfriend.
No, it's not that.
-I didn't find her.
-Probably better, Pablo.
-I went to the park, but she wasn't there.
-It's okay. Relax.
Her friends don't know where she is.
She'll be back soon.
She's not with any of her friends.
Where the hell is she?
What are you doing?
VERO - ALMA'S MOM
INCOMING CALL
-Hello?
-Hi, Nata.
-You're not with Alma by any chance?
-No.
I thought she wasn't allowed out,
that she was grounded.
She was, but she's gone.
And
I need to talk to her.
You don't know where she is
or who she's with?
-With Greta?
-She's not with her. I called her.
I don't know. She's not with me.
I have no idea where she is.
I'm not lying to you. I'm sorry.
Okay. Thanks, Nata.
Bitches.
You went partying without me.
I'm not speaking to you
for a fucking month, bitches.
You went partying without me.
I'm not speaking to you
for a fucking month, bitches.
She'll get over it in a few days.
Sure, Nata gets over things quickly.
Yeah, she does.
Hurry! He'll kill me.
-Greta, I'll fall on my face!
-What?
Sorry.
-Here she is.
-Sorry.
Sorry.
You're over an hour late.
My fault, sorry.
Okay, here.
One for you, and one for you. Put them on.
This is the entrance.
I have to see people.
You guys go hang out.
Don't get into trouble, please.
I don't want any hassle.
Yes, sir.
One more thing.
You look incredible.
Right.
Thanks.
Ciao.
Okay.
Let's drop off our jackets.
-Okay.
-Okay.
-Then we strut our stuff.
-Perfect.
I'm so wired.
-Let's get a drink right now!
-Yes!
Hello.
Two gin lemons.
Great.
Hello.
Hello.
We're going to Mokka.
Buba's brother is working tonight.
Maybe we'll get free drinks.
Mokka is fucking miles away.
I can't go. I have to be home by 12:00.
-Can't you be there later?
-No.
Okay.
What's wrong?
My fingertips are blue,
and my teeth are chattering.
We're not going to hang out for a bit?
-What a shitty evening.
-If you want
If you like, I'll walk you to your bus
and I'll go out later.
-What the hell is wrong?
-I'm pissed off.
-Okay, but what did I do?
-You haven't done a thing.
Alma and Greta went partying without me,
and I found out from this photo.
-How did they get the tickets?
-How should I know?
Alma snuck out.
I feel like telling her mom where she is.
Then do it. Screw her.
I bet it was all her idea.
I don't know, Nata.
I feel bad for you. I mean
She thinks she's better than us,
and she's not.
At least not you.
-You're much prettier and smarter.
-Hush up.
I mean it.
You should ask yourself
if it's worth it to be friends.
Hey! Lucas's dad left him the van,
and he's taking us to Mokka.
Go on with them.
-You're sure?
-Yeah.
That way you save an hour on the bus.
You're the best.
Delicious. Thanks.
-Boo!
-Dammit!
Did I catch you psycho stalking my brother
or is it me?
He's so handsome, girl.
Really.
Do you think maybe he likes me a little?
Are you an idiot? Turn around.
You look amazing.
-Thanks.
-Today you'll score, for sure.
-Thanks.
-Okay?
It makes me mad
that it'll be with my brother.
I don't know, you know?
You don't know what? Hold this.
I've got something that maybe
will help you.
Where did you get that?
From around.
Do you want it or not?
-You are top five, girl.
-Thanks.
-Congratulations.
-Fab song! Let's go.
She's not answering my texts.
She could tell us she's okay at least.
She doesn't give a damn how we feel.
The way she yells at us?
The awful things she says to you.
The way she looks at us with such hate.
It's been months since we talked
about anything but her needs.
"I want you to buy me
a cell phone, clothes, food."
"I want more allowance."
"Take me here, take me there. I want"
It's exhausting.
She never wants to be with us.
It doesn't matter what you plan.
Alma wants to be somewhere else,
far away.
As far away as possible.
Don't you think that rejection,
contempt, disrespect, and indifference
means she doesn't love us anymore?
No, of course she loves us.
She's just having a hard time.
It scares me when you talk like that.
It's like you've stopped loving her.
Right, your house is mine.
Seriously, I can get you
some interesting finance.
For me, of course.
-Sure, your house is mine.
-Good evening.
-That's the idea.
-Smart.
-Hi, Dad.
-Hi, good evening.
-Good evening.
-Hi, dear.
-How was the trip to Senegal?
-Great.
I don't know what you do in Senegal,
but when I go
They were so awful.
I got rid of all the furniture,
and I did a gorgeous home staging.
Nata, sweetheart.
This is my eldest daughter.
Say hello, Nata.
-Nice to meet you.
-Hi there.
How was the match?
Great. They won.
Her guy is the football team captain.
-If I was 20 years younger
-Mom.
Sorry, hon, you're gorgeous too.
And she's an A student.
Her father and I are so proud of her.
-Good night. I'm going to my room.
-Good night.
Bye.
And she really watches her diet.
I insisted on it from the very start.
Especially with her, because the boys
Gorgeous!
Hey, you're super normal.
Hasn't the Molly hit you?
I only had one pill,
and you needed it more than I did.
Really?
You did that for me?
Yeah.
I swear you're the best friend
in the world.
You're brilliant, beautiful, wonderful.
Did I ever tell you I love you?
I'm so grateful to be your friend.
I love you.
Hey, this is cool.
Everyone loves each other so much.
-It's a cool party, right?
-Cool?
It's amazing. Thanks for inviting us.
Not at all. In a couple of weeks,
some friends in the center
are having another in a club.
-I could get you tickets.
-Yes, please.
I'm going to get a drink.
Remember you're a goddess,
and he's just a lucky guy, okay?
I saw a girl put her hand
in your back pocket.
-It's just business.
-Right.
Why the interest?
Simple curiosity.
Right.
Most of the people I sell to are friends.
They all live in the center,
and I don't take just anyone
Fuck, I love his hair.
It looks so soft.
I feel like stroking it.
Wow. Maybe it's the Molly?
I'd fuck him right now.
I don't have condoms,
but I bet he has a couple in his jacket.
We could get it on wild-style
in the bathroom.
Why won't he kiss me?
David, kiss me.
Kiss me.
Come on, kiss me.
Let loose, Alma.
Make the first move. Jump him.
Alma, no.
I'm sorry,
but I'm not looking for anything serious.
Neither am I, asshole.
I just wanted a fuck. Go to hell.
There isn't another until 07:00.
-Go to bed.
-I won't be able to sleep.
Give me another vodka.
Maybe you should take it easy.
Maybe you should mind your own business.
You've been serving me all night,
and I'm only 17.
It's a bit late to worry about me.
Hey, do you want another shot?
What?
Do you want some shots?
RESTROOMS
Wait here, okay?
I need to go rescue my friend.
Cut it out!
-What are you doing? You're disgusting.
-What?
Let's get some air.
Life is a pile of shit.
Take it easy.
It's okay.
It's okay.
Okay.
I screwed up so badly
-No.
-I'm an idiot.
-Such an idiot, huh?
-No.
Alma, we've all had the pull-back
one time or another.
-Don't worry.
-I'm such an asshole.
No, my brother's an asshole.
I'll go get our jackets. Stay here.
What are you doing here?
Greta!
Greta!
Where's Alma?
I left her here a minute ago,
but she's gone.
Damn.
Alma!
WHERE ARE YOU?
I'M CALLING YOU. PICK UP, DAMMI
WHEN YOU GET BACK, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU
DELETE
We need to talk when she gets back.
All I want is
for her to come through that door.
It's Greta.
-Greta.
-Hi, Vero.
Is Alma at home?
No, why?
Well, when you called me, I lied.
Alma and I went to a party.
-Where is Alma?
-I don't know.
I've been looking for her for three hours,
and I can't find her anywhere.
-Did she leave with someone?
-No idea.
I don't know what to do.
I'm worried. I don't
-Go home.
-Okay.
Where is Alma?
Pablo!
My God, Alma, where were you?
Alma, are you okay?
-What happened? What is it?
-Where were you?
-I was at a party with Greta.
-We know that. I just spoke to her.
Where were you? She said you disappeared.
I was really dizzy, and I got lost.
What have you been doing till now?
I took a bus.
And you've been on a bus since 03:00?
-I think I fell asleep. I don't know.
-Why didn't you pick up?
-The battery ran out.
-It ran out when you went out the window.
This is unforgivable.
We'll have a serious talk.
-Okay, I'm sorry.
-"I'm sorry" won't do.
Fine, I admit it. I screwed up.
Ground me, but I need to go to bed.
Do you realize
what could have happened to you?
I need to go to bed.
Understand the consequences
of what you do.
Just think about the night I've had.
You have no idea the nightmare it's been
to imagine you lying in a ditch, Alma,
in a car trunk, or at the bottom of a pit.
I'm not. You can stop suffering.
-I can't shake it off that easily!
-Stop your crazy yelling!
What are you doing?
Pablo!
Pablo! Please stop!
Don't hit her again, please.
Apologize to Mom
or I'll rip off your head!
I'm sorry, Mom. I'm so sorry.