45 Revoluciones (2019) s01e01 Episode Script
Futura
NETFLIX PRESENTS INSPIRED BY REAL EVENTS MADRID, NOVEMBER 1962 MATINEE SHOW, CIRCO PRICE And they are the Pekenikes! What a combo, people! What a combo! Will you give me a beat, Pepe? With them we say goodbye to another Sunday.
Until next time, here at the Price, with your host, Miguel Ãngel Nieto We have a stage-crasher.
Help me out.
Rock 'n' roll in A, okay? In A.
I'm sorry.
What's up, Madrid? I'm Robert Aguirre! Let's go! Fuck! Give me back my guitar! Thanks, Mr.
Nice Guy! Quite a scene you made in there, kid.
- Yeah, thanks.
- No, I should thank you.
I haven't had so much fun in ages.
By the way, what you prefer: Robert, Roberto? - I don't care, whatever.
- Robert.
If you had a wish, what would you ask for, Robert? Nothing.
Sorry, I stopped believing in wishes a long time ago.
- So why did you come? - I felt like playing and jumped up.
Sure.
But you could've sneaked in to a little joint or a college, and you sneaked into the Price in front of hundreds of people.
Do you know why? You were itching to play here.
Most of us in showbiz want the same thing: success.
That's what you want, right? You ask a lot of questions.
You're not a Social, are you? Do I look like a cop? - What would you give? - For musical success? Everything.
- Do you have a record company? - Do I look like I do? - Guillermo Rojas, Futura Records.
- Is it known? It's a new label, but I've been in it for 15 years.
If you let me guide you, I can give you success.
Next time you won't have to sneak in, your name will be up there.
What do you say? Robert Let go of me, damn it! 45 REVOLUTIONS "Futura, a sub-label of Golden, committed to the latest music".
"Futura, a sub-label of Golden, committed to the latest music".
"Futura, a sub-label of Golden, committed to the latest music".
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Excuse me - I'll take care of it.
Excuse me Can I help you? - I came to see Mr.
Zabala.
- I'm sorry, he's in a meeting with the owner.
Shall I leave a message? Don't worry, I'll give it to him.
These are the numbers.
As you see, last year was great.
If you look at the projection - If I may Sorry to bother you.
- Sorry, Mr.
Zabala, Don Alfredo.
- Do I know you? - Sorry for the interruption.
- Get out right now.
- You're Don Alfredo, right? I'm Guillermo Rojas.
Maybe you've heard of me.
- I worked in Golden for Mr.
Zabala.
- Until he lost his edge.
- Until you fired me for no reason.
- You think it's no reason that you hired our last three failures? The problem wasn't the artists, it was the sales approach.
- Sure, Rojas is never to blame.
- For my mistakes, not those of others.
This isn't the time or the place.
- Maribel, see this man out.
- I won't bother you long.
- I have a proposition.
- No.
Yesterday at the Price, 5,000 people.
- Sold out.
- Yes, until the cops turned up.
Regime propaganda, the kids weren't doing anything.
They worry it'll get bigger.
And they're not wrong, it will.
- So big, it'll blow away everything.
- What do you know? I was there.
You should've seen the audience, incredible.
We may not get their music, but these kids are the future.
Times change and Golden can't lag behind.
We have all the top hits, that's not "lagging behind".
You do now, but in a few months you'll have none.
- What do you want, young man? - A new line inside Golden.
Come on! Please! Don't listen to him.
Hold on, let him finish.
Futura, a sub-label of Golden, committed to the latest music.
Guillermo, this is a business.
Businesses run on numbers and they say that we have to release Marisol's new record.
Right, but the world's changed.
And business isn't just short-term profit, but guessing where the industry is going.
- This is the way.
- Don't listen to him, please.
Girl, how old are you? - Me? - Yes, there's no other girl here.
21, sir.
- What records do you listen to? - The ones Golden makes.
- A young girl listens to our records.
- Is that the truth? - Yes.
Yes, yes.
- Are you sure? My 15-year-old granddaughter lies as badly as you.
You look like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth.
I really listen to The Honors.
- They don't ring a bell.
Others? - Los Relámpagos, Los Mustang, Los Pekenikes, Los Flaps? What label are they on? None, as far as I know.
I've only seen them live - at Pasapoga, Castelló or the Price.
- All these kids are going to make it.
- They can make you lots of money.
- I have lots of money.
You can always have more, unless you'd rather give them to the competition.
Zabala, give this young man an office.
And a secretary.
Put him to work.
- We'll see what he can do.
- You're making a big mistake.
If that's true, we'll soon find out.
I want to hear something soon.
You have three months.
Two is more than enough, sir.
Zabala, we'll continue this tomorrow.
- Wait.
- Thank you, sweetheart.
Maribel, give him the office upstairs, the little one.
Don't get too comfortable, you won't last long here.
- Don Alfredo.
Excuse me, please.
- Thank you.
- I was thinking.
This idea - It's good.
This Rojas has a nose for it, he knows his stuff.
One of his strengths is selling hot air, but he's flawed, I know him well.
I noticed that you two don't get on so well.
I don't care what happened between you two.
Mr.
Rojas is right, we have to open up to the youth market.
Don't take this the wrong way, but you haven't been in the record industry long.
You'd have to look at the pros and cons Do you think that's why I bought this label? No, that's why I have you, Zabala.
You're in charge, you do the accounts, you make me money.
Do you know why I bought this label? - No, I don't know.
- Well, partly because the offices are pretty, the carpet's perfect.
But it wasn't just that.
It was because I love music.
But of all the labels, do you know why I chose Golden? - Because we're the best? - Exactly, because we're the best.
And I want us to stay that way for many years.
Yes, and we will.
And it's great that we're opening up to the youth market.
I'm just saying that Guillermo Rojas isn't the right man.
We have three months to find out, don't we? Thank you.
- Take this to Accounting.
- Shall I show you your office? - Mari, where are you going? - I'll take care of it.
Wait! I'll take you.
- Good morning.
- Down the end, Mr.
Rojas.
- Hi, how are you? - Excuse me.
- Wait.
- Good morning.
Wait.
Wait, Mr.
Rojas.
It's here.
This is your office.
- Is this the punishment room? - We keep the office supplies here.
It'll be fine after it's cleaned.
- And this junk's thrown out.
- And it's cleaned a few more times.
You know what? It'll be fine.
- This desk is for you.
- What do you mean, for me? - You'll be working with me.
- No, they asked me to get a secretary.
I was thinking of Remedios.
The old lady with the bouffant and curlers in the morning? She's our best secretary, she has tons of experience.
I'm sure.
I bet she was here before they built the building.
Experience is a plus, except when you're producing music for young people.
Then do you know what is a plus? Being young, like you.
- And you like modern music.
- I don't know if I can help you.
- I think so.
I saw you at the Price.
- What? - Screaming.
- No, that wasn't me.
Sure.
You scream a lot.
You don't look like a screamer, but you scream.
I saw you try to get onstage.
- "Juan, I love you!" - I didn't I didn't say that! You didn't, but you did.
So you were at the Price, you were screaming.
What's wrong with going to the Price with your boyfriend? Okay, it's not wrong, but liking the Pekenikes doesn't mean - I want to work with you, sir.
- Just "with you".
If we're going to work together, cut out the "sir", I'm not that old.
Okay.
Let's suppose, sir Sorry, let's suppose that I want to work with you.
Why do you think I can help? You have long fingers, a pianist's hands, you know about music, you're young, you were in the Price.
You have good taste.
You won't need to get my suits from the dry cleaner's or buy gifts for my wife, because I don't have one.
But I will take you to concerts and listen to your opinion.
- You really don't want Remedios, eh? - What do you say? Okay, I'll work with you.
Great, then get your things.
We're taking a walk.
Wait, wait! - You, get up! - Me? Not you, the blonde.
C'mon, I don't have all day.
Let's go.
Here, more olives.
Sorry, kid, it's the only thing on the menu here.
Thanks.
- They didn't give you any food.
- They gave me a good beating.
You're lucky it was just that.
They don't like longhairs.
Talking on the street shouldn't be a crime.
If they don't like you, you're a bum and a crook.
What a man.
You just got out of jail and you want to go back in? - No, of course not.
- Then pipe down.
Forget it.
- The other day you didn't answer me.
- I thought you were nuts.
- You were serious? - If I wasn't, you'd still be locked up.
I want to represent you.
What do you say? You got me out of jail and got my guitar back.
I suppose I can trust you.
Is that a yes? - That's a yes.
- Ever played in a group? - No.
- Why? I don't need one.
My voice and guitar is enough.
- Wow, you're sure of yourself.
- She speaks! Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
- Is it bad to be sure of myself? - You have to live up to it.
- No complaints so far, eh? - What do you sing? - Covers of Chuck Berry - You know Chuck Berry? - And Jerry Lee Lewis? - Carl Perkins.
- Johnny Cash.
- Buddy Holly.
Elvis Presley.
- Bo Diddley.
Eddie Cochran.
- Who taught you all that? - Nobody, I don't need teaching.
- I learn on my own.
- Very good, let's get to work.
We need a good composer.
We can't make it with covers.
That's sorted.
I know the names of a few.
I kept the details of the one who tried to see Zabala and he thought were too modern.
I'll call Nines to get my list.
A bit young for you, isn't she? - Not my girlfriend, she works with me.
- That's what they all say.
You got it wrong, kid.
I'm only interested in you here.
- Sorry, you're not my type.
- Oh, no? Jeez Is it the moustache? - I want to get to know you, alright? - I think that's great.
- Very well.
- Hey, but, does this chick have a boyfriend or not? I'm not a chick.
And I have a boyfriend.
Let's get to the main thing.
Nines is compiling the phone numbers.
Tomorrow I'll call them and they'll come to the office.
Great, guys.
A toast.
- To Futura.
- To Futura.
- Where'd you learn to play like that? - Sunday Mass, I bet.
Stop assuming things about people you don't know.
Why? It's fun.
And I'm usually right.
This time you're wrong.
I didn't go to Mass on Sundays, - it was Saturday night.
- Bad girl! I'll be right back.
But 10 years in the conservatorium should count for something.
If you went to the conservatorium, why are you a secretary? Secretary or singer, that's all a woman can be at Golden.
- I don't have a good voice.
- What a pity, I'd hire you.
I'm going home, there's a lot to do tomorrow.
Good, at least one of us is responsible.
- Good night, Maribel.
- See you tomorrow, Guillermo.
- Surprise! - Surprise! Where'd you get to? We thought you'd never come.
You should've been here sooner, we were starting to worry.
You look so nice, Maribel.
- Come this way.
You'll see.
- Come on.
What? What is all this? Let Diego tell you.
Go ahead, suitor.
Your father just gave me permission to be the happiest man in the world.
- What are you talking about? - Maribel, I know what love is, thanks to you.
So I want to spend the rest of my days with you, the good, the bad, the the cloudy, the sunny, the fun, the boring, Mondays, Saturdays, all of them, by your side.
Will you marry me? No.
No! I don't want to! I don't, of course I don't! Maybe I did, but after this trap, maybe I don't.
What are you all thinking, setting this trap for me? Do you want to marry my father or me? Why ask him instead of me? I'm the girlfriend! I know, now you want to run my whole life, is that it? The cloudy days, the sunny, the boring, the fun And you, I'm looking at you.
You want me to stop working and be a housewife.
Do you really think this will make me happy? Devoting my life to house and kids? Lots of kids.
Blonde and fat.
No! Maybe some, but not now.
I love kids, but Maribel, are you alright? No.
- What? - Maribel? I didn't expect this surprise.
Yes.
Yes, I do.
Well let's toast.
Champagne for everyone.
- So happy - I love you.
Good.
Very good, son.
So happy Here, here.
- Come on! - Have some! Dance! Dance! - I'm a little - Maribel, pour me some? None left, I'll get some more.
Are you alright? What's wrong? Why didn't you ask me before talking to my father? I wanted to surprise you.
I thought you'd like it.
Maribel, I love you.
Do you love me? Sure.
Then you'll want to wake up with me every morning, right? Having our own home, coming and going without your mother waiting, watching like a hawk.
I've been saving for a deposit on a place.
Listen, with this and my bank salary, we can get a nice house.
You'll never have to put up with your idiot boss again.
- I've changed bosses.
- The new one will be another idiot.
Honey, we'll be so happy.
I know it.
Okay? I'm going to do everything I have to do to make it so.
I promise.
I love you.
Alright, who wants more champagne? Go on! - Good morning, Mr.
Rojas.
- Turn the sound down, Nines.
Well, well, well Back at it again? With this headache, the last thing I need is you.
Relax, I'm not wasting my time with you.
Don Alfredo will see who you are and fire you without my help.
Excuse me.
They've been waiting for half an hour, Mr.
Rojas.
Thanks, Maribel.
I called all the composers on the list.
They've been waiting half an hour.
One wouldn't budge without an advance, one's on contract, and one's recording with Raphael in a month.
- How many have we got? - Not many, but some are good.
This one's got two great songs.
If any more turn up, I'll tell you.
I'll be in my office.
No, stay, Maribel.
I'm interested in your opinion.
Do you want to? - Yes.
I do.
- Perfect.
Let's go.
Royal Academy of Music, London.
You play sax, piano, guitar - Harp, xylophone and double bass.
- Double bass, a classic.
- Do you like rock? - I wouldn't call it music, but Yes, I've heard some rock.
First I'd like to get the subject of fees straight.
I've written words to some famous ads.
- I've got cachet.
- Sure, but before we discuss money, I'd like to talk music.
- So you pay very little.
- Nothing.
Not much, for now.
- Ignacio Betancort.
- "Betancort" - First time I've heard that name.
- It's from the Canaries.
- You don't have an accent.
- My parents moved to Madrid before the war.
I was born here.
- How old are you, Ignacio? - Does that matter? Experience is important.
I thought the main thing was writing good songs.
Sorry, eh? Why have we no record of your work? Unless you've lived in Argentina the last three years, it's hard - Argentina? - Yes, Argentina.
The country.
Yes, I studied and worked there until a few months ago.
Have you heard of Sandro? - Doesn't ring a bell.
- I wrote several songs for him.
Sandro, yes.
He'll be the new Elvis.
- Elvis? - Yes, Elvis Presley.
- Why Argentina? - The outlook for a rock composer here in Spain was limited three years ago.
You're right.
I don't get why you're back, because it still is.
- Personal reasons.
- Fine.
Did you bring sheet music? - You read music? - No.
Then I see no sense in bringing sheet music.
He doesn't, but I do.
You can write here.
If you prefer, I can play one of my songs.
- If you have a guitar - There are four behind you.
Oh, I'm blind as a bat! Take off your jacket, you'll be more comfortable.
If you're not around Don't worry, we chose 9 songs.
You'll click with one of them.
- This won't work, I'm uncomfortable.
- We can modify the melody.
If the notes are too high, we'll lower them.
It's not that, Maribel.
You know what it is? - Never mind, I'll play it again.
- No, Robert, tell me.
I don't feel right with ballads.
I'm more into Chuck Berry.
- He has ballads too.
- Yes, Chuck Berry had ballads, but in my gigs I want people to scream, dance, do whatever.
- Slow songs don't suit me.
- You know who goes to gigs? - Who? - Girls.
- Come on, Guillermo! - You know what most girls like? - Ballads.
- We also like to dance, scream and get excited by a love song, - especially a good one like this.
- If you're so sure, why don't you two sing a duo? - Fine.
What do you think, Maribel? - Perfect.
I don't want an image that's not me.
Fine, tell us who you really are.
What? You don't want a false image.
Tell us who you are so we can help.
- You want to know who I am? - Yes, I do.
I've always worked at my parents' restaurant.
They don't know it, but I got my first guitar in exchange for two hams I stole from the pantry.
I heard my first record on the record player I stole from the town priest.
I didn't go to the conservatorium, like you.
I don't believe in God, I'm obviously against the regime, and I sing in English.
And I think life's too short to be with people you don't like or do what you don't want to, so I don't.
Have you never lost your head over a girl? Shouldn't they lose it over me? - Your heart was broken.
- Has your heart been broken? On occasion, like everyone.
See? You can sing a ballad.
Alright.
I'll sing two songs: the one I like, which is more danceable and better, and a ballad, but in English.
You're in Spain, people want to understand what you're singing.
People go wild over Chuck Berry and they don't understand a word.
- He's right about that.
- Okay, fine, a ballad in English.
- Now I have to leave you.
- Where are you going? - You know "Hit Showcase"? - Sure, it's a radio show.
It's not a radio show, it's "the" radio show.
Sunday 3:30 pm you have a live show on "Hit Showcase".
- Sunday? - Live, yes.
Keep practising.
Not at 3:30 or 4, I can't give you the spot.
- What happened? - I miscalculated the play-list.
Just let him sing a couple of songs and I won't bother you anymore.
Don't harp on it, please.
I'm up to here with work.
Don't harp on it? Who brought you Dúo Dinámico? Thanks to whom do you know Paul Anka? His show lasts two minutes? Then give me two minutes.
It's not much to ask after all the work we've done together.
Let's talk next week, I've got a show to do now.
- When are we on? - On in 30 seconds! José María, listen.
How much do you want? 10,000, 20,000 pesetas? No problem, I can talk to Golden.
- That is the problem, Guillermo.
- I don't understand.
You think I don't want to work with your boy? What's this show called? - "Hit Showcase".
- Then what's wrong? - Talk to your bosses.
- My bosses? Why? You're not all on the same page.
Ready? Greeting from "Hit Showcase"! José María Requena here.
- Make two copies for me.
- Yes, give me a minute.
Mr.
Rojas? Mr.
Rojas.
Mr.
Rojas.
the 21st.
We're in Madrid for a month, then the Basque Country.
- Can you hear me? - It's all set, minus some details.
Hey, I have some things to finalize - What the hell are you doing? - You told José María Requena you'd take away sponsorship if he promoted one of my artists! - Have you gone mad? - Don't fuck with me! Don't try! - Are you threatening me? - You watch it! Calm down! I wouldn't want to have to call Security! - Is everything alright? - Yes.
Yes, Nines.
All fine, thanks.
Listen to me.
Do you really think I need to extort anyone? I don't need to.
You're offering us a melting snowball.
Listen to me, "Soda Pop", mix in some gin, that's all you're good at.
No wonder Ãngeles got fed up with you.
Alright, okay You won't stop me, because nothing's stopping this.
You live in the past, but I'm not here to live off revenues and musical mummies like you.
I'm here to change things, to change music! Yeah, sure, you're going to start a revolution because you're a legend.
Fuck that! I'll tell you why I'm here.
- Why? - To make money! Ring a bell? No, right? To make money! That's why I have this office.
What have you got? Promises.
As usual, just promises.
Get out.
Someone has to take care of paying your salary.
Nines! - Nines.
- Yes? Get someone to fix this.
And get this man a herb tea, he's very jumpy.
What's worrying you, the radio or the repertoire? No, nothing.
Nothing No, both of them.
Or neither of them.
Don't you take anything seriously? - Important things I do.
- So your career's not important? I'm glad to know that before I roll the dice on it.
I'll give you some free advice.
Write it down.
Don't risk anything for someone else's career, and if you do, do it for yours.
- Hey, that's what I'd do.
- Noted.
- Guillermo is no musician.
- You don't need one, you are one.
So are you.
Have you never thought of really playing? - I do.
- I mean professionally.
"It's good that a lady has knowledge, but not as a profession, - only for good conversation".
- You have good conversation.
That's for sure.
Truth be told, I still don't see you as a lady.
- Hey - No, it's a compliment.
To be a success in music, however good you are, you need a guide, someone who knows this world.
I'm convinced that Guillermo is that person.
- Conspiring against the regime? - Kind of.
- What happened? - No radio.
- What? - What? Why no radio? - And why are you so happy? - Do I jump off a bridge? - We have to do something.
- It's all rehearsed.
Robert, they won't let us sing.
And without the radio it's absurd to record a single.
Why, if it's not on the air? It's like singing to deaf-mutes, they can't hear you or tell anyone to listen.
- The bridge is waiting.
- Let's not despair.
We'll find another radio station.
- What radio station? - Luis del Olmo's.
Tino, a drink! Then Ernesto Lacalle's.
We could ask Pepe Palau No! Wake up.
There's no radio.
What do young people listen to? Only "Hit Showcase" keeps them glued to their transistors and justifies recording a single.
So, no We have to think of something else.
- Here you are.
How's your day? - I've had better.
Thanks, Tino.
- Do you want something? - No, nothing.
Well We don't need the radio, we need their listeners.
We have to find another way to reach them.
- What did you say? - We need their listeners.
We need their listeners.
That's it.
If we can't get them on the radio, we'll get them out on the street.
- You want me to play in a park? - The cops wouldn't like that.
We'll do it here, right, Tino? How about some live music to liven up the place? - What are you saying? - Yeah, like in my mom's day.
Remember how Ondas was packed? Your parents couldn't keep up.
But my parents aren't around, and this isn't exactly Florida Park.
No, it could be much better.
We'll do everything, you'd just count the money.
Remember how good Robert sounded the other night? I don't know, I'm not sure.
Leave me alone.
What do you have to lose? This place is geriatric.
Give us a chance.
If it doesn't work, I promise - it'll be the second-last time I ask.
- If you paid what you owe me - That's nothing to do with music.
- Music, music, music! Come on, Tino, decide.
Say yes, say yes.
- What a guy! - But one night, eh? Get the kids something strong, like soda or something.
Hit me again.
You're making them shorter and shorter, eh? - He always persuades me.
- Hey, Tino.
- Have you known Rojas long? - Guillermo? Since we were kids.
His mother was a singer, a pretty popular one.
- She loved coming here.
- Chip off the old block, eh? - Does he spend a lot of time here? - He practically lives here.
- No one at home, a wife? - Better not bring that up.
At least not to his face.
Yes, I agree.
Maribel, look who's here.
- More chocolate, Diego? - No, thank you, Mrs.
Campoy.
It was delicious, but I have an appointment with my tailor - to get my suit measurements.
- That's nice, Diego.
I still remember how handsome Alberto was on our wedding day.
- Chocolate, Maribel? - No, thanks.
We'll have to get moving on your dress.
A designer showed me some divine silk that'd look lovely.
It's from abroad.
Mum, it's a dress for one day.
No need to spend a fortune.
She's always such a saver.
What did I say? The perfect woman: - pretty, polite and not a spendthrift.
- Mum, please, it's not necessary.
- And humble.
- Everything.
I was saying that I'm meeting Father Anselmo tomorrow for dinner and to discuss preparations for the ceremony.
I know there's time, but I don't want to leave anything to chance.
As it should be.
You should go with him.
- If only, but I can't tomorrow.
- Why? What's more important? Mum, I'm talking to Diego, not to you.
Don't worry, Diego, she'll work it all out.
She gets snippy, especially with her mother, but she'll see reason.
If you'll excuse me, I must go.
I have much to do.
Why can't you? My boss asked me to organize a show in Ondas.
Now you organize shows? Why don't you cancel Father Anselmo and come along? You'll love it.
He's new and still defining his style, but it's kind of American rock.
- Like we saw this summer.
- I told Father Anselmo tomorrow.
- I thought you'd want to move fast.
- You didn't ask if I could.
You'd never worked nights before.
- I guess I do now.
- Right.
Anything else you want to tell me? I get the feeling you have a new life and I didn't know.
- I told you I changed bosses.
- And that you organize concerts? It's the first, but I'm excited.
Is it a problem? You took me to all the concerts in Madrid and you love music.
To go and see.
Dinner and a concert, of course I like it.
Putting on a record, dancing, but not waiting like an idiot while my girlfriend sells tickets.
I don't sell tickets, you're not listening.
- Yes, I am.
- No, I don't sell tickets! It's late.
Don't you have to go? Yes.
I'm sorry you're not as excited about our wedding as I am.
- It's not that.
- Then show me.
Tomorrow at 9 at Father Anselmo's place.
- What are you doing, girl? - Mom, don't interfere.
How can I not interfere? I'm your mother.
I have to speak before you make the biggest mistake of your life.
A man like Diego only comes along once.
Or is that what you want? You'd rather die in an attic surrounded by cats like Aunt Romina? Is that what you want? Sure, don't listen to your mother! Leave me here in mid-sentence! I'm telling you, you'll be all alone, girl.
Good morning, María.
Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Looking good, Guillermo.
- Big things are happening today.
- I'm happy for you.
- Do you want to see me even happier? - Who's in there? - I can't say a word.
- If Zabala found out - C'mon, no one will find out.
- He's with Juanito.
- Valderrama? - An interview, it seems.
- An interview, eh? Yes, they're promoting the film Guillermo, please! Send this to Albacete, this to Barcelona and this to Lyon.
- To León? - Lyon.
Lyon, France.
By the way, the film, what I liked most about it Celia Vera, my God! As pretty as ever.
And you as smooth as ever, Guillermo.
I heard you were back.
Tell me about some time.
- Right now.
I'll buy you a coffee.
- No, I can't.
I have to do the Valderrama article.
Some other time.
- Come on.
How long has it been? - That's exactly why.
I know you and that it won't be one minute.
Bar Ondas, 9:30 pm, any day this week.
It's on me.
We can catch up and you can see Madrid's best act: - Robert Aguirre.
- Oh, Robert Aguirre.
- That's your new kid? - New, good and a real hunk.
If you think you'll convince me with that, you're dead wrong.
I hoped I would because you're one of the few open-minded journalists that doesn't parrot what everyone else says and you have good taste.
I'm not promising anything.
Okay, I told you.
Now if you don't cover it, it's none of my business.
Help me hand out these posters in all the schools, universities, youth clubs, and tell all your friends - to bring everyone.
- But, Mari, - if Mr.
Zabala finds out - Why would he find out? He finds out about everything.
Why else is he called The Omnipresent? We can't leave here for 2 hours.
The schools will be closed.
I'm sure you can get time off.
Say you're seeing the doctor.
- And what do we get? - To show you can do more than type at 150 keystrokes a minute.
- That's not so easy, eh? - You know what I mean.
Don't you want to be asked your opinion about songs? Or about new artists? Or to do more at auditions than just get coffee? - I'd love it.
- Mr.
Rojas cares about my opinion.
Are you sure? You're risking your job.
I'd rather help him than get coffee for guys who don't know my name.
Rojas seems like a good guy, but we weren't here 8 years ago.
- Everyone talks about how he ended up.
- What's important is what he does.
And I like what he does.
If Mr.
Rojas does well, so do we.
I hate your silver tongue.
Go on, I'll finish it.
Thanks.
Nines.
Nines.
Damn it! Nobody works around here.
Incredible.
Hey, José Antonio, where are the secretaries? - They've gone to the doctor.
- All of them at the same time? Yeah, okay, okay, José Antonio.
Okay, okay.
Have you seen Nines? No? Has anyone seen any of the women in this company? Haven't you seen Nines either? Cat got your tongues, or what? BIG MUSIC SHOW ROBER Here, to vote for your favorite.
Here, Ignacio, to choose your favorite.
And a pencil.
- You'll really let me choose? - Sure.
It's like asking: Who do you love more, Mom or Dad? Don't worry, you have time.
Robert's playing here all week so choose who you like most.
Whoever wins, it's your song.
Well, that's true.
Here, guys, to mark your favorite song.
This is to vote for your favorite.
Look, them too.
Here, you have to vote too.
Zabala, Zabala.
Relax, relax.
- Here comes Zabala.
- How about that! You came down from your pedestal to mix with normal folks.
Now and then it's nice to have a beer after work, right? I thought you went to bed at 10.
But welcome.
- You'll see what's cooking on the street.
- I know what's cooking without you telling me.
Look at that table.
Four people, only one drinking.
Bad business for the bar, but especially for music.
But tomorrow they'll have money to buy drinks and records.
Meanwhile, we live on thin air.
You're a fox at business.
You know what? I'm starting to think you envy me.
Envy? No, you're wrong.
I'm pissed off that you deceive people, especially those who pay for your failures.
You're deceiving them by saying that nothing's going to change.
Time puts everyone in their place.
Alfredo is no fool - and he won't have my patience.
- Patience? Whenever you could, you pushed me aside.
- This is untenable.
Back off.
- That won't happen.
Alright.
Then I'll wait until you fall.
It'll be a lot of fun.
Antonio, get this man a beer.
- What did he want? - Nothing.
- Ready? - I'm always ready.
- Are you nervous? - Well Wait.
No, the girls won't see me winking at them.
They'll think you're only looking at them.
How do we know which song they like the most? We gave out slips of paper to vote for their favorite song.
I hope you've come to dance, because this kid is going to give it everything.
Introducing Robert! - "Robert"? And my last name? - Just "Robert".
- Sounds good, easy to remember.
- Go on, go get 'em.
Thank you for being here tonight.
FIRST CONCER SATURDAY DECEMBER 1ST 1962 We're gonna make it.
- Congrats! - Well done.
You were fantastic, kid.
Tino, did you see the redhead at the end of the bar? Already got your eye on one? You don't waste time.
- When I was your age - I'm serious, man.
Yes, but she didn't order anything.
I give them all names: Mirinda, Whisky-Soda, On the Rocks - Okay, thanks.
- But you were great! - Robert, let me introduce - Congrats.
- What are you doing here? - What do you think? Let's go outside.
- Clara, stop yelling and listen.
- No, you're talking rubbish! It's been two months, and not a word from you.
- I'm sorry, but it's for the best.
- The best for who? You? You just walk out and vanish, eh? No answering to anyone.
Be free, right? What's wrong with you? Fine.
Fine.
You're free, "Robert".
Are you alright? Are you sure? - Yes, best day of my life.
- It was until a few minutes ago.
You see? In a second everything can change color.
Sounds like song lyrics.
Guillermo's waiting inside.
He wants you to meet a journalist.
- My votes? - Robert, you were a gas.
Robert.
This is Celia Vera, - a reporter from Pueblo.
- Nice to meet you.
- Same here.
- And this is Maribel.
His secretary.
I've seen your photos, they're great.
- Celia will help us get you known.
- I'll do what I can.
You know what my bosses are like about this music.
But I liked the gig.
- Congratulations.
- Thanks.
I'm going, I'm really tired.
Wow, a musician on and offstage.
It's personal problems.
You know that some can't control their emotions.
Well, if it's just that But he is cute.
No, I don't mean me.
It's a girl outside, a girlfriend or - A redhead.
Never mind.
- No, because after the redhead there'll be another, then a couple of blondes.
They're musicians, Maribel.
I'm going before they stop the presses.
- You don't want a last drink? - No, I know your "last drinks".
- Another day.
'Bye.
- I'm going too, Guillermo.
- Aren't you going? - Yes, one last drink and I'm gone.
Tino! Tino There you are.
I thought you'd gone.
You're a dreamer.
I'm not taking you home, eh? Come on, let's have a last drink, but make it a fucking killer.
We're going to indulge.
Yeah? Alright.
Fuck, you bastard.
You bastard.
12 years old.
An English guy got it for me when I went to the Rock.
To tonight, because this time it's going to be different.
Guillermo, I know that story.
I know how it ends up.
This time it's different.
You saw the kid, he's got something.
- The people are crazy about him.
- Maybe.
But do yourself a favor, don't get infatuated with him.
Have you ever heard "Summertime"? "Summertime"? My dad had a record player, a '55 model, white.
Beautiful, a little thing.
I heard "Summertime" for the first time on it.
Billie Holiday.
And something hit me.
You can have the best musicians, the best arrangements, whatever, but without what that woman had, you have no song.
And what was it? I don't know.
And to tell you the truth, I don't want to know.
I feel the same about Robert: I see him onstage and I forget how all this works.
He makes the music exactly what it has to be, music.
Now take the music somewhere else.
Go on.
Go on, the last one.
For the road.
- Almost! Are you alright? - Sure.
Yes.
Good night.
Maribel! Maribel You're up for the last one after all.
I like it.
- Let's go home, okay? - No, let's have another at a place I know.
See you tomorrow, Guillermo.
- You're not my secretary.
- What? You told Celia you were my secretary, didn't you? You're my assistant.
- Really? - My right hand.
We're going to do great things together.
Great things.
Maribel.
- What are you doing here so late? - I came to see my fiancée.
That's if she still is, of course.
I haven't heard from you in a week.
I thought you were mad I didn't go to Father Anselmo's dinner.
I thought we had a plan for the future together.
We talked about it for months, the plans we had in common for when I'm promoted.
And suddenly, when we can do it, it seems you don't care.
What's changed? I've been given more responsibilities.
And I like it.
I want to take them and see if I can do it, because I can.
- Then there's no room for me? - Sure, but in a different way.
I don't want it to be different.
- It was wonderful before.
- Why can't it be now? Because we don't want the same things.
I want to start a family, have a life together.
I don't know what you want.
You probably don't know yourself.
- Diego Don't go.
- You think I want to go? I'm here after one week and you don't even - try to apologize to me.
- I'm sorry.
I was wrong.
I was going to call you, I picked up the phone, but I didn't call you.
I'm sorry.
That's all you have to say to stop me from going? - No, I mean it.
- You can't expect the world to change because you have, okay? I didn't choose, it just happened.
What do I wait for? For you to get what you're after? Good luck to you.
You know what I think? They let you give your opinion and it made you feel good.
You haven't had time to think things through.
You automatically put me in second place.
And however great it is, work isn't the main thing in life.
At least not for me.
Maybe one day you'll realize and regret all this.
What sort of time is this? It's past 12! - You've been out and about all week.
- Sorry, Mom, it got late.
Late doing what you can't do in daylight? Don't tell me.
You were with Diego at least? - Yes.
He just left.
- A few months, my girl.
Let's not spoil it all for a few months.
- What are saying, Mom? - Set the date and we'll stop worrying.
I'm worried sick every time you're late.
It's been many times now.
Next time I'll wait till 5 a.
m.
and it'll be early.
- Where'd you get that lip? - It was a joke, Mom.
- A joke? It's not funny.
- Okay, I don't want to argue.
No, neither do I.
Sit down with me a bit while I take a pill.
You didn't tell me how it went with the priest.
Fine, fine.
Father Anselmo is very understanding.
I'm glad you saw reason.
There are no boys like Diego now, so polite, well-educated - Do you want to marry him? - You made the right decision.
Right, let's go to sleep, tomorrow's another day.
- Mom.
- Yes, my girl.
What did they do with Aunt Romina's cats? Good night, girl.
Yeah? The news is out? Great.
Thanks.
MADRID ARTIST ROBER FILLS ONDAS WITH EPIC SHOW I'm taking three.
I'll pay you tomorrow, okay? "Robert is the sensation of Madrid's nightlife.
Anyone wanting to know what's cooking in music has to see him.
People go crazy when he sings".
That's the press, not me.
And the Ondas votes are a tie between the song you like - and the ballad we like.
- Really? What did I say about love songs? They work too.
We should close a deal with Ignacio.
- I'll take care of it.
- Are we happy? Robert? Why don't you come and we'll celebrate it? No, I can't now.
I'll see you at Ondas tonight.
- Everything alright? - Yes.
Why wouldn't it be? This is just the beginning.
I have to go, see you later.
- Right, see you soon.
- Bye.
- How do you feel today? - Getting by.
Okay.
When you see it's finished, tell me, okay? Thanks, miss.
Copyright Collective.
Can I see the kid's card? - Who told you? - Nice try.
Reports are secret.
We'll get the card.
Where do you have to go? Suit and tie, hair gel.
You'll love it.
- You don't love me, Maribel.
- You should sit down and rest.
Your fiancé better not find out you're with crooks all day.
Maribel! Mom? Mom! Wait.
Go, please.
Tell the next one.
More longhaired fags coming along to trick us.
- What's wrong? - Longhair.
Please! Diego, we have to talk.
- Has something happened? - Sit down.
You ruined my life.
Everything you touch turns sour.
I'm so happy knowing I'm in your hands.
- You can't vanish without a trace.
- Clara, I'm not coming home.
You're selfish.
I think we're done.
You'll go far, Robert.
And I'll be by your side to see it.
Robert! Robert! Wake up.
Call an ambulance.
Until next time, here at the Price, with your host, Miguel Ãngel Nieto We have a stage-crasher.
Help me out.
Rock 'n' roll in A, okay? In A.
I'm sorry.
What's up, Madrid? I'm Robert Aguirre! Let's go! Fuck! Give me back my guitar! Thanks, Mr.
Nice Guy! Quite a scene you made in there, kid.
- Yeah, thanks.
- No, I should thank you.
I haven't had so much fun in ages.
By the way, what you prefer: Robert, Roberto? - I don't care, whatever.
- Robert.
If you had a wish, what would you ask for, Robert? Nothing.
Sorry, I stopped believing in wishes a long time ago.
- So why did you come? - I felt like playing and jumped up.
Sure.
But you could've sneaked in to a little joint or a college, and you sneaked into the Price in front of hundreds of people.
Do you know why? You were itching to play here.
Most of us in showbiz want the same thing: success.
That's what you want, right? You ask a lot of questions.
You're not a Social, are you? Do I look like a cop? - What would you give? - For musical success? Everything.
- Do you have a record company? - Do I look like I do? - Guillermo Rojas, Futura Records.
- Is it known? It's a new label, but I've been in it for 15 years.
If you let me guide you, I can give you success.
Next time you won't have to sneak in, your name will be up there.
What do you say? Robert Let go of me, damn it! 45 REVOLUTIONS "Futura, a sub-label of Golden, committed to the latest music".
"Futura, a sub-label of Golden, committed to the latest music".
"Futura, a sub-label of Golden, committed to the latest music".
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Excuse me - I'll take care of it.
Excuse me Can I help you? - I came to see Mr.
Zabala.
- I'm sorry, he's in a meeting with the owner.
Shall I leave a message? Don't worry, I'll give it to him.
These are the numbers.
As you see, last year was great.
If you look at the projection - If I may Sorry to bother you.
- Sorry, Mr.
Zabala, Don Alfredo.
- Do I know you? - Sorry for the interruption.
- Get out right now.
- You're Don Alfredo, right? I'm Guillermo Rojas.
Maybe you've heard of me.
- I worked in Golden for Mr.
Zabala.
- Until he lost his edge.
- Until you fired me for no reason.
- You think it's no reason that you hired our last three failures? The problem wasn't the artists, it was the sales approach.
- Sure, Rojas is never to blame.
- For my mistakes, not those of others.
This isn't the time or the place.
- Maribel, see this man out.
- I won't bother you long.
- I have a proposition.
- No.
Yesterday at the Price, 5,000 people.
- Sold out.
- Yes, until the cops turned up.
Regime propaganda, the kids weren't doing anything.
They worry it'll get bigger.
And they're not wrong, it will.
- So big, it'll blow away everything.
- What do you know? I was there.
You should've seen the audience, incredible.
We may not get their music, but these kids are the future.
Times change and Golden can't lag behind.
We have all the top hits, that's not "lagging behind".
You do now, but in a few months you'll have none.
- What do you want, young man? - A new line inside Golden.
Come on! Please! Don't listen to him.
Hold on, let him finish.
Futura, a sub-label of Golden, committed to the latest music.
Guillermo, this is a business.
Businesses run on numbers and they say that we have to release Marisol's new record.
Right, but the world's changed.
And business isn't just short-term profit, but guessing where the industry is going.
- This is the way.
- Don't listen to him, please.
Girl, how old are you? - Me? - Yes, there's no other girl here.
21, sir.
- What records do you listen to? - The ones Golden makes.
- A young girl listens to our records.
- Is that the truth? - Yes.
Yes, yes.
- Are you sure? My 15-year-old granddaughter lies as badly as you.
You look like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth.
I really listen to The Honors.
- They don't ring a bell.
Others? - Los Relámpagos, Los Mustang, Los Pekenikes, Los Flaps? What label are they on? None, as far as I know.
I've only seen them live - at Pasapoga, Castelló or the Price.
- All these kids are going to make it.
- They can make you lots of money.
- I have lots of money.
You can always have more, unless you'd rather give them to the competition.
Zabala, give this young man an office.
And a secretary.
Put him to work.
- We'll see what he can do.
- You're making a big mistake.
If that's true, we'll soon find out.
I want to hear something soon.
You have three months.
Two is more than enough, sir.
Zabala, we'll continue this tomorrow.
- Wait.
- Thank you, sweetheart.
Maribel, give him the office upstairs, the little one.
Don't get too comfortable, you won't last long here.
- Don Alfredo.
Excuse me, please.
- Thank you.
- I was thinking.
This idea - It's good.
This Rojas has a nose for it, he knows his stuff.
One of his strengths is selling hot air, but he's flawed, I know him well.
I noticed that you two don't get on so well.
I don't care what happened between you two.
Mr.
Rojas is right, we have to open up to the youth market.
Don't take this the wrong way, but you haven't been in the record industry long.
You'd have to look at the pros and cons Do you think that's why I bought this label? No, that's why I have you, Zabala.
You're in charge, you do the accounts, you make me money.
Do you know why I bought this label? - No, I don't know.
- Well, partly because the offices are pretty, the carpet's perfect.
But it wasn't just that.
It was because I love music.
But of all the labels, do you know why I chose Golden? - Because we're the best? - Exactly, because we're the best.
And I want us to stay that way for many years.
Yes, and we will.
And it's great that we're opening up to the youth market.
I'm just saying that Guillermo Rojas isn't the right man.
We have three months to find out, don't we? Thank you.
- Take this to Accounting.
- Shall I show you your office? - Mari, where are you going? - I'll take care of it.
Wait! I'll take you.
- Good morning.
- Down the end, Mr.
Rojas.
- Hi, how are you? - Excuse me.
- Wait.
- Good morning.
Wait.
Wait, Mr.
Rojas.
It's here.
This is your office.
- Is this the punishment room? - We keep the office supplies here.
It'll be fine after it's cleaned.
- And this junk's thrown out.
- And it's cleaned a few more times.
You know what? It'll be fine.
- This desk is for you.
- What do you mean, for me? - You'll be working with me.
- No, they asked me to get a secretary.
I was thinking of Remedios.
The old lady with the bouffant and curlers in the morning? She's our best secretary, she has tons of experience.
I'm sure.
I bet she was here before they built the building.
Experience is a plus, except when you're producing music for young people.
Then do you know what is a plus? Being young, like you.
- And you like modern music.
- I don't know if I can help you.
- I think so.
I saw you at the Price.
- What? - Screaming.
- No, that wasn't me.
Sure.
You scream a lot.
You don't look like a screamer, but you scream.
I saw you try to get onstage.
- "Juan, I love you!" - I didn't I didn't say that! You didn't, but you did.
So you were at the Price, you were screaming.
What's wrong with going to the Price with your boyfriend? Okay, it's not wrong, but liking the Pekenikes doesn't mean - I want to work with you, sir.
- Just "with you".
If we're going to work together, cut out the "sir", I'm not that old.
Okay.
Let's suppose, sir Sorry, let's suppose that I want to work with you.
Why do you think I can help? You have long fingers, a pianist's hands, you know about music, you're young, you were in the Price.
You have good taste.
You won't need to get my suits from the dry cleaner's or buy gifts for my wife, because I don't have one.
But I will take you to concerts and listen to your opinion.
- You really don't want Remedios, eh? - What do you say? Okay, I'll work with you.
Great, then get your things.
We're taking a walk.
Wait, wait! - You, get up! - Me? Not you, the blonde.
C'mon, I don't have all day.
Let's go.
Here, more olives.
Sorry, kid, it's the only thing on the menu here.
Thanks.
- They didn't give you any food.
- They gave me a good beating.
You're lucky it was just that.
They don't like longhairs.
Talking on the street shouldn't be a crime.
If they don't like you, you're a bum and a crook.
What a man.
You just got out of jail and you want to go back in? - No, of course not.
- Then pipe down.
Forget it.
- The other day you didn't answer me.
- I thought you were nuts.
- You were serious? - If I wasn't, you'd still be locked up.
I want to represent you.
What do you say? You got me out of jail and got my guitar back.
I suppose I can trust you.
Is that a yes? - That's a yes.
- Ever played in a group? - No.
- Why? I don't need one.
My voice and guitar is enough.
- Wow, you're sure of yourself.
- She speaks! Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
- Is it bad to be sure of myself? - You have to live up to it.
- No complaints so far, eh? - What do you sing? - Covers of Chuck Berry - You know Chuck Berry? - And Jerry Lee Lewis? - Carl Perkins.
- Johnny Cash.
- Buddy Holly.
Elvis Presley.
- Bo Diddley.
Eddie Cochran.
- Who taught you all that? - Nobody, I don't need teaching.
- I learn on my own.
- Very good, let's get to work.
We need a good composer.
We can't make it with covers.
That's sorted.
I know the names of a few.
I kept the details of the one who tried to see Zabala and he thought were too modern.
I'll call Nines to get my list.
A bit young for you, isn't she? - Not my girlfriend, she works with me.
- That's what they all say.
You got it wrong, kid.
I'm only interested in you here.
- Sorry, you're not my type.
- Oh, no? Jeez Is it the moustache? - I want to get to know you, alright? - I think that's great.
- Very well.
- Hey, but, does this chick have a boyfriend or not? I'm not a chick.
And I have a boyfriend.
Let's get to the main thing.
Nines is compiling the phone numbers.
Tomorrow I'll call them and they'll come to the office.
Great, guys.
A toast.
- To Futura.
- To Futura.
- Where'd you learn to play like that? - Sunday Mass, I bet.
Stop assuming things about people you don't know.
Why? It's fun.
And I'm usually right.
This time you're wrong.
I didn't go to Mass on Sundays, - it was Saturday night.
- Bad girl! I'll be right back.
But 10 years in the conservatorium should count for something.
If you went to the conservatorium, why are you a secretary? Secretary or singer, that's all a woman can be at Golden.
- I don't have a good voice.
- What a pity, I'd hire you.
I'm going home, there's a lot to do tomorrow.
Good, at least one of us is responsible.
- Good night, Maribel.
- See you tomorrow, Guillermo.
- Surprise! - Surprise! Where'd you get to? We thought you'd never come.
You should've been here sooner, we were starting to worry.
You look so nice, Maribel.
- Come this way.
You'll see.
- Come on.
What? What is all this? Let Diego tell you.
Go ahead, suitor.
Your father just gave me permission to be the happiest man in the world.
- What are you talking about? - Maribel, I know what love is, thanks to you.
So I want to spend the rest of my days with you, the good, the bad, the the cloudy, the sunny, the fun, the boring, Mondays, Saturdays, all of them, by your side.
Will you marry me? No.
No! I don't want to! I don't, of course I don't! Maybe I did, but after this trap, maybe I don't.
What are you all thinking, setting this trap for me? Do you want to marry my father or me? Why ask him instead of me? I'm the girlfriend! I know, now you want to run my whole life, is that it? The cloudy days, the sunny, the boring, the fun And you, I'm looking at you.
You want me to stop working and be a housewife.
Do you really think this will make me happy? Devoting my life to house and kids? Lots of kids.
Blonde and fat.
No! Maybe some, but not now.
I love kids, but Maribel, are you alright? No.
- What? - Maribel? I didn't expect this surprise.
Yes.
Yes, I do.
Well let's toast.
Champagne for everyone.
- So happy - I love you.
Good.
Very good, son.
So happy Here, here.
- Come on! - Have some! Dance! Dance! - I'm a little - Maribel, pour me some? None left, I'll get some more.
Are you alright? What's wrong? Why didn't you ask me before talking to my father? I wanted to surprise you.
I thought you'd like it.
Maribel, I love you.
Do you love me? Sure.
Then you'll want to wake up with me every morning, right? Having our own home, coming and going without your mother waiting, watching like a hawk.
I've been saving for a deposit on a place.
Listen, with this and my bank salary, we can get a nice house.
You'll never have to put up with your idiot boss again.
- I've changed bosses.
- The new one will be another idiot.
Honey, we'll be so happy.
I know it.
Okay? I'm going to do everything I have to do to make it so.
I promise.
I love you.
Alright, who wants more champagne? Go on! - Good morning, Mr.
Rojas.
- Turn the sound down, Nines.
Well, well, well Back at it again? With this headache, the last thing I need is you.
Relax, I'm not wasting my time with you.
Don Alfredo will see who you are and fire you without my help.
Excuse me.
They've been waiting for half an hour, Mr.
Rojas.
Thanks, Maribel.
I called all the composers on the list.
They've been waiting half an hour.
One wouldn't budge without an advance, one's on contract, and one's recording with Raphael in a month.
- How many have we got? - Not many, but some are good.
This one's got two great songs.
If any more turn up, I'll tell you.
I'll be in my office.
No, stay, Maribel.
I'm interested in your opinion.
Do you want to? - Yes.
I do.
- Perfect.
Let's go.
Royal Academy of Music, London.
You play sax, piano, guitar - Harp, xylophone and double bass.
- Double bass, a classic.
- Do you like rock? - I wouldn't call it music, but Yes, I've heard some rock.
First I'd like to get the subject of fees straight.
I've written words to some famous ads.
- I've got cachet.
- Sure, but before we discuss money, I'd like to talk music.
- So you pay very little.
- Nothing.
Not much, for now.
- Ignacio Betancort.
- "Betancort" - First time I've heard that name.
- It's from the Canaries.
- You don't have an accent.
- My parents moved to Madrid before the war.
I was born here.
- How old are you, Ignacio? - Does that matter? Experience is important.
I thought the main thing was writing good songs.
Sorry, eh? Why have we no record of your work? Unless you've lived in Argentina the last three years, it's hard - Argentina? - Yes, Argentina.
The country.
Yes, I studied and worked there until a few months ago.
Have you heard of Sandro? - Doesn't ring a bell.
- I wrote several songs for him.
Sandro, yes.
He'll be the new Elvis.
- Elvis? - Yes, Elvis Presley.
- Why Argentina? - The outlook for a rock composer here in Spain was limited three years ago.
You're right.
I don't get why you're back, because it still is.
- Personal reasons.
- Fine.
Did you bring sheet music? - You read music? - No.
Then I see no sense in bringing sheet music.
He doesn't, but I do.
You can write here.
If you prefer, I can play one of my songs.
- If you have a guitar - There are four behind you.
Oh, I'm blind as a bat! Take off your jacket, you'll be more comfortable.
If you're not around Don't worry, we chose 9 songs.
You'll click with one of them.
- This won't work, I'm uncomfortable.
- We can modify the melody.
If the notes are too high, we'll lower them.
It's not that, Maribel.
You know what it is? - Never mind, I'll play it again.
- No, Robert, tell me.
I don't feel right with ballads.
I'm more into Chuck Berry.
- He has ballads too.
- Yes, Chuck Berry had ballads, but in my gigs I want people to scream, dance, do whatever.
- Slow songs don't suit me.
- You know who goes to gigs? - Who? - Girls.
- Come on, Guillermo! - You know what most girls like? - Ballads.
- We also like to dance, scream and get excited by a love song, - especially a good one like this.
- If you're so sure, why don't you two sing a duo? - Fine.
What do you think, Maribel? - Perfect.
I don't want an image that's not me.
Fine, tell us who you really are.
What? You don't want a false image.
Tell us who you are so we can help.
- You want to know who I am? - Yes, I do.
I've always worked at my parents' restaurant.
They don't know it, but I got my first guitar in exchange for two hams I stole from the pantry.
I heard my first record on the record player I stole from the town priest.
I didn't go to the conservatorium, like you.
I don't believe in God, I'm obviously against the regime, and I sing in English.
And I think life's too short to be with people you don't like or do what you don't want to, so I don't.
Have you never lost your head over a girl? Shouldn't they lose it over me? - Your heart was broken.
- Has your heart been broken? On occasion, like everyone.
See? You can sing a ballad.
Alright.
I'll sing two songs: the one I like, which is more danceable and better, and a ballad, but in English.
You're in Spain, people want to understand what you're singing.
People go wild over Chuck Berry and they don't understand a word.
- He's right about that.
- Okay, fine, a ballad in English.
- Now I have to leave you.
- Where are you going? - You know "Hit Showcase"? - Sure, it's a radio show.
It's not a radio show, it's "the" radio show.
Sunday 3:30 pm you have a live show on "Hit Showcase".
- Sunday? - Live, yes.
Keep practising.
Not at 3:30 or 4, I can't give you the spot.
- What happened? - I miscalculated the play-list.
Just let him sing a couple of songs and I won't bother you anymore.
Don't harp on it, please.
I'm up to here with work.
Don't harp on it? Who brought you Dúo Dinámico? Thanks to whom do you know Paul Anka? His show lasts two minutes? Then give me two minutes.
It's not much to ask after all the work we've done together.
Let's talk next week, I've got a show to do now.
- When are we on? - On in 30 seconds! José María, listen.
How much do you want? 10,000, 20,000 pesetas? No problem, I can talk to Golden.
- That is the problem, Guillermo.
- I don't understand.
You think I don't want to work with your boy? What's this show called? - "Hit Showcase".
- Then what's wrong? - Talk to your bosses.
- My bosses? Why? You're not all on the same page.
Ready? Greeting from "Hit Showcase"! José María Requena here.
- Make two copies for me.
- Yes, give me a minute.
Mr.
Rojas? Mr.
Rojas.
Mr.
Rojas.
the 21st.
We're in Madrid for a month, then the Basque Country.
- Can you hear me? - It's all set, minus some details.
Hey, I have some things to finalize - What the hell are you doing? - You told José María Requena you'd take away sponsorship if he promoted one of my artists! - Have you gone mad? - Don't fuck with me! Don't try! - Are you threatening me? - You watch it! Calm down! I wouldn't want to have to call Security! - Is everything alright? - Yes.
Yes, Nines.
All fine, thanks.
Listen to me.
Do you really think I need to extort anyone? I don't need to.
You're offering us a melting snowball.
Listen to me, "Soda Pop", mix in some gin, that's all you're good at.
No wonder Ãngeles got fed up with you.
Alright, okay You won't stop me, because nothing's stopping this.
You live in the past, but I'm not here to live off revenues and musical mummies like you.
I'm here to change things, to change music! Yeah, sure, you're going to start a revolution because you're a legend.
Fuck that! I'll tell you why I'm here.
- Why? - To make money! Ring a bell? No, right? To make money! That's why I have this office.
What have you got? Promises.
As usual, just promises.
Get out.
Someone has to take care of paying your salary.
Nines! - Nines.
- Yes? Get someone to fix this.
And get this man a herb tea, he's very jumpy.
What's worrying you, the radio or the repertoire? No, nothing.
Nothing No, both of them.
Or neither of them.
Don't you take anything seriously? - Important things I do.
- So your career's not important? I'm glad to know that before I roll the dice on it.
I'll give you some free advice.
Write it down.
Don't risk anything for someone else's career, and if you do, do it for yours.
- Hey, that's what I'd do.
- Noted.
- Guillermo is no musician.
- You don't need one, you are one.
So are you.
Have you never thought of really playing? - I do.
- I mean professionally.
"It's good that a lady has knowledge, but not as a profession, - only for good conversation".
- You have good conversation.
That's for sure.
Truth be told, I still don't see you as a lady.
- Hey - No, it's a compliment.
To be a success in music, however good you are, you need a guide, someone who knows this world.
I'm convinced that Guillermo is that person.
- Conspiring against the regime? - Kind of.
- What happened? - No radio.
- What? - What? Why no radio? - And why are you so happy? - Do I jump off a bridge? - We have to do something.
- It's all rehearsed.
Robert, they won't let us sing.
And without the radio it's absurd to record a single.
Why, if it's not on the air? It's like singing to deaf-mutes, they can't hear you or tell anyone to listen.
- The bridge is waiting.
- Let's not despair.
We'll find another radio station.
- What radio station? - Luis del Olmo's.
Tino, a drink! Then Ernesto Lacalle's.
We could ask Pepe Palau No! Wake up.
There's no radio.
What do young people listen to? Only "Hit Showcase" keeps them glued to their transistors and justifies recording a single.
So, no We have to think of something else.
- Here you are.
How's your day? - I've had better.
Thanks, Tino.
- Do you want something? - No, nothing.
Well We don't need the radio, we need their listeners.
We have to find another way to reach them.
- What did you say? - We need their listeners.
We need their listeners.
That's it.
If we can't get them on the radio, we'll get them out on the street.
- You want me to play in a park? - The cops wouldn't like that.
We'll do it here, right, Tino? How about some live music to liven up the place? - What are you saying? - Yeah, like in my mom's day.
Remember how Ondas was packed? Your parents couldn't keep up.
But my parents aren't around, and this isn't exactly Florida Park.
No, it could be much better.
We'll do everything, you'd just count the money.
Remember how good Robert sounded the other night? I don't know, I'm not sure.
Leave me alone.
What do you have to lose? This place is geriatric.
Give us a chance.
If it doesn't work, I promise - it'll be the second-last time I ask.
- If you paid what you owe me - That's nothing to do with music.
- Music, music, music! Come on, Tino, decide.
Say yes, say yes.
- What a guy! - But one night, eh? Get the kids something strong, like soda or something.
Hit me again.
You're making them shorter and shorter, eh? - He always persuades me.
- Hey, Tino.
- Have you known Rojas long? - Guillermo? Since we were kids.
His mother was a singer, a pretty popular one.
- She loved coming here.
- Chip off the old block, eh? - Does he spend a lot of time here? - He practically lives here.
- No one at home, a wife? - Better not bring that up.
At least not to his face.
Yes, I agree.
Maribel, look who's here.
- More chocolate, Diego? - No, thank you, Mrs.
Campoy.
It was delicious, but I have an appointment with my tailor - to get my suit measurements.
- That's nice, Diego.
I still remember how handsome Alberto was on our wedding day.
- Chocolate, Maribel? - No, thanks.
We'll have to get moving on your dress.
A designer showed me some divine silk that'd look lovely.
It's from abroad.
Mum, it's a dress for one day.
No need to spend a fortune.
She's always such a saver.
What did I say? The perfect woman: - pretty, polite and not a spendthrift.
- Mum, please, it's not necessary.
- And humble.
- Everything.
I was saying that I'm meeting Father Anselmo tomorrow for dinner and to discuss preparations for the ceremony.
I know there's time, but I don't want to leave anything to chance.
As it should be.
You should go with him.
- If only, but I can't tomorrow.
- Why? What's more important? Mum, I'm talking to Diego, not to you.
Don't worry, Diego, she'll work it all out.
She gets snippy, especially with her mother, but she'll see reason.
If you'll excuse me, I must go.
I have much to do.
Why can't you? My boss asked me to organize a show in Ondas.
Now you organize shows? Why don't you cancel Father Anselmo and come along? You'll love it.
He's new and still defining his style, but it's kind of American rock.
- Like we saw this summer.
- I told Father Anselmo tomorrow.
- I thought you'd want to move fast.
- You didn't ask if I could.
You'd never worked nights before.
- I guess I do now.
- Right.
Anything else you want to tell me? I get the feeling you have a new life and I didn't know.
- I told you I changed bosses.
- And that you organize concerts? It's the first, but I'm excited.
Is it a problem? You took me to all the concerts in Madrid and you love music.
To go and see.
Dinner and a concert, of course I like it.
Putting on a record, dancing, but not waiting like an idiot while my girlfriend sells tickets.
I don't sell tickets, you're not listening.
- Yes, I am.
- No, I don't sell tickets! It's late.
Don't you have to go? Yes.
I'm sorry you're not as excited about our wedding as I am.
- It's not that.
- Then show me.
Tomorrow at 9 at Father Anselmo's place.
- What are you doing, girl? - Mom, don't interfere.
How can I not interfere? I'm your mother.
I have to speak before you make the biggest mistake of your life.
A man like Diego only comes along once.
Or is that what you want? You'd rather die in an attic surrounded by cats like Aunt Romina? Is that what you want? Sure, don't listen to your mother! Leave me here in mid-sentence! I'm telling you, you'll be all alone, girl.
Good morning, María.
Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Looking good, Guillermo.
- Big things are happening today.
- I'm happy for you.
- Do you want to see me even happier? - Who's in there? - I can't say a word.
- If Zabala found out - C'mon, no one will find out.
- He's with Juanito.
- Valderrama? - An interview, it seems.
- An interview, eh? Yes, they're promoting the film Guillermo, please! Send this to Albacete, this to Barcelona and this to Lyon.
- To León? - Lyon.
Lyon, France.
By the way, the film, what I liked most about it Celia Vera, my God! As pretty as ever.
And you as smooth as ever, Guillermo.
I heard you were back.
Tell me about some time.
- Right now.
I'll buy you a coffee.
- No, I can't.
I have to do the Valderrama article.
Some other time.
- Come on.
How long has it been? - That's exactly why.
I know you and that it won't be one minute.
Bar Ondas, 9:30 pm, any day this week.
It's on me.
We can catch up and you can see Madrid's best act: - Robert Aguirre.
- Oh, Robert Aguirre.
- That's your new kid? - New, good and a real hunk.
If you think you'll convince me with that, you're dead wrong.
I hoped I would because you're one of the few open-minded journalists that doesn't parrot what everyone else says and you have good taste.
I'm not promising anything.
Okay, I told you.
Now if you don't cover it, it's none of my business.
Help me hand out these posters in all the schools, universities, youth clubs, and tell all your friends - to bring everyone.
- But, Mari, - if Mr.
Zabala finds out - Why would he find out? He finds out about everything.
Why else is he called The Omnipresent? We can't leave here for 2 hours.
The schools will be closed.
I'm sure you can get time off.
Say you're seeing the doctor.
- And what do we get? - To show you can do more than type at 150 keystrokes a minute.
- That's not so easy, eh? - You know what I mean.
Don't you want to be asked your opinion about songs? Or about new artists? Or to do more at auditions than just get coffee? - I'd love it.
- Mr.
Rojas cares about my opinion.
Are you sure? You're risking your job.
I'd rather help him than get coffee for guys who don't know my name.
Rojas seems like a good guy, but we weren't here 8 years ago.
- Everyone talks about how he ended up.
- What's important is what he does.
And I like what he does.
If Mr.
Rojas does well, so do we.
I hate your silver tongue.
Go on, I'll finish it.
Thanks.
Nines.
Nines.
Damn it! Nobody works around here.
Incredible.
Hey, José Antonio, where are the secretaries? - They've gone to the doctor.
- All of them at the same time? Yeah, okay, okay, José Antonio.
Okay, okay.
Have you seen Nines? No? Has anyone seen any of the women in this company? Haven't you seen Nines either? Cat got your tongues, or what? BIG MUSIC SHOW ROBER Here, to vote for your favorite.
Here, Ignacio, to choose your favorite.
And a pencil.
- You'll really let me choose? - Sure.
It's like asking: Who do you love more, Mom or Dad? Don't worry, you have time.
Robert's playing here all week so choose who you like most.
Whoever wins, it's your song.
Well, that's true.
Here, guys, to mark your favorite song.
This is to vote for your favorite.
Look, them too.
Here, you have to vote too.
Zabala, Zabala.
Relax, relax.
- Here comes Zabala.
- How about that! You came down from your pedestal to mix with normal folks.
Now and then it's nice to have a beer after work, right? I thought you went to bed at 10.
But welcome.
- You'll see what's cooking on the street.
- I know what's cooking without you telling me.
Look at that table.
Four people, only one drinking.
Bad business for the bar, but especially for music.
But tomorrow they'll have money to buy drinks and records.
Meanwhile, we live on thin air.
You're a fox at business.
You know what? I'm starting to think you envy me.
Envy? No, you're wrong.
I'm pissed off that you deceive people, especially those who pay for your failures.
You're deceiving them by saying that nothing's going to change.
Time puts everyone in their place.
Alfredo is no fool - and he won't have my patience.
- Patience? Whenever you could, you pushed me aside.
- This is untenable.
Back off.
- That won't happen.
Alright.
Then I'll wait until you fall.
It'll be a lot of fun.
Antonio, get this man a beer.
- What did he want? - Nothing.
- Ready? - I'm always ready.
- Are you nervous? - Well Wait.
No, the girls won't see me winking at them.
They'll think you're only looking at them.
How do we know which song they like the most? We gave out slips of paper to vote for their favorite song.
I hope you've come to dance, because this kid is going to give it everything.
Introducing Robert! - "Robert"? And my last name? - Just "Robert".
- Sounds good, easy to remember.
- Go on, go get 'em.
Thank you for being here tonight.
FIRST CONCER SATURDAY DECEMBER 1ST 1962 We're gonna make it.
- Congrats! - Well done.
You were fantastic, kid.
Tino, did you see the redhead at the end of the bar? Already got your eye on one? You don't waste time.
- When I was your age - I'm serious, man.
Yes, but she didn't order anything.
I give them all names: Mirinda, Whisky-Soda, On the Rocks - Okay, thanks.
- But you were great! - Robert, let me introduce - Congrats.
- What are you doing here? - What do you think? Let's go outside.
- Clara, stop yelling and listen.
- No, you're talking rubbish! It's been two months, and not a word from you.
- I'm sorry, but it's for the best.
- The best for who? You? You just walk out and vanish, eh? No answering to anyone.
Be free, right? What's wrong with you? Fine.
Fine.
You're free, "Robert".
Are you alright? Are you sure? - Yes, best day of my life.
- It was until a few minutes ago.
You see? In a second everything can change color.
Sounds like song lyrics.
Guillermo's waiting inside.
He wants you to meet a journalist.
- My votes? - Robert, you were a gas.
Robert.
This is Celia Vera, - a reporter from Pueblo.
- Nice to meet you.
- Same here.
- And this is Maribel.
His secretary.
I've seen your photos, they're great.
- Celia will help us get you known.
- I'll do what I can.
You know what my bosses are like about this music.
But I liked the gig.
- Congratulations.
- Thanks.
I'm going, I'm really tired.
Wow, a musician on and offstage.
It's personal problems.
You know that some can't control their emotions.
Well, if it's just that But he is cute.
No, I don't mean me.
It's a girl outside, a girlfriend or - A redhead.
Never mind.
- No, because after the redhead there'll be another, then a couple of blondes.
They're musicians, Maribel.
I'm going before they stop the presses.
- You don't want a last drink? - No, I know your "last drinks".
- Another day.
'Bye.
- I'm going too, Guillermo.
- Aren't you going? - Yes, one last drink and I'm gone.
Tino! Tino There you are.
I thought you'd gone.
You're a dreamer.
I'm not taking you home, eh? Come on, let's have a last drink, but make it a fucking killer.
We're going to indulge.
Yeah? Alright.
Fuck, you bastard.
You bastard.
12 years old.
An English guy got it for me when I went to the Rock.
To tonight, because this time it's going to be different.
Guillermo, I know that story.
I know how it ends up.
This time it's different.
You saw the kid, he's got something.
- The people are crazy about him.
- Maybe.
But do yourself a favor, don't get infatuated with him.
Have you ever heard "Summertime"? "Summertime"? My dad had a record player, a '55 model, white.
Beautiful, a little thing.
I heard "Summertime" for the first time on it.
Billie Holiday.
And something hit me.
You can have the best musicians, the best arrangements, whatever, but without what that woman had, you have no song.
And what was it? I don't know.
And to tell you the truth, I don't want to know.
I feel the same about Robert: I see him onstage and I forget how all this works.
He makes the music exactly what it has to be, music.
Now take the music somewhere else.
Go on.
Go on, the last one.
For the road.
- Almost! Are you alright? - Sure.
Yes.
Good night.
Maribel! Maribel You're up for the last one after all.
I like it.
- Let's go home, okay? - No, let's have another at a place I know.
See you tomorrow, Guillermo.
- You're not my secretary.
- What? You told Celia you were my secretary, didn't you? You're my assistant.
- Really? - My right hand.
We're going to do great things together.
Great things.
Maribel.
- What are you doing here so late? - I came to see my fiancée.
That's if she still is, of course.
I haven't heard from you in a week.
I thought you were mad I didn't go to Father Anselmo's dinner.
I thought we had a plan for the future together.
We talked about it for months, the plans we had in common for when I'm promoted.
And suddenly, when we can do it, it seems you don't care.
What's changed? I've been given more responsibilities.
And I like it.
I want to take them and see if I can do it, because I can.
- Then there's no room for me? - Sure, but in a different way.
I don't want it to be different.
- It was wonderful before.
- Why can't it be now? Because we don't want the same things.
I want to start a family, have a life together.
I don't know what you want.
You probably don't know yourself.
- Diego Don't go.
- You think I want to go? I'm here after one week and you don't even - try to apologize to me.
- I'm sorry.
I was wrong.
I was going to call you, I picked up the phone, but I didn't call you.
I'm sorry.
That's all you have to say to stop me from going? - No, I mean it.
- You can't expect the world to change because you have, okay? I didn't choose, it just happened.
What do I wait for? For you to get what you're after? Good luck to you.
You know what I think? They let you give your opinion and it made you feel good.
You haven't had time to think things through.
You automatically put me in second place.
And however great it is, work isn't the main thing in life.
At least not for me.
Maybe one day you'll realize and regret all this.
What sort of time is this? It's past 12! - You've been out and about all week.
- Sorry, Mom, it got late.
Late doing what you can't do in daylight? Don't tell me.
You were with Diego at least? - Yes.
He just left.
- A few months, my girl.
Let's not spoil it all for a few months.
- What are saying, Mom? - Set the date and we'll stop worrying.
I'm worried sick every time you're late.
It's been many times now.
Next time I'll wait till 5 a.
m.
and it'll be early.
- Where'd you get that lip? - It was a joke, Mom.
- A joke? It's not funny.
- Okay, I don't want to argue.
No, neither do I.
Sit down with me a bit while I take a pill.
You didn't tell me how it went with the priest.
Fine, fine.
Father Anselmo is very understanding.
I'm glad you saw reason.
There are no boys like Diego now, so polite, well-educated - Do you want to marry him? - You made the right decision.
Right, let's go to sleep, tomorrow's another day.
- Mom.
- Yes, my girl.
What did they do with Aunt Romina's cats? Good night, girl.
Yeah? The news is out? Great.
Thanks.
MADRID ARTIST ROBER FILLS ONDAS WITH EPIC SHOW I'm taking three.
I'll pay you tomorrow, okay? "Robert is the sensation of Madrid's nightlife.
Anyone wanting to know what's cooking in music has to see him.
People go crazy when he sings".
That's the press, not me.
And the Ondas votes are a tie between the song you like - and the ballad we like.
- Really? What did I say about love songs? They work too.
We should close a deal with Ignacio.
- I'll take care of it.
- Are we happy? Robert? Why don't you come and we'll celebrate it? No, I can't now.
I'll see you at Ondas tonight.
- Everything alright? - Yes.
Why wouldn't it be? This is just the beginning.
I have to go, see you later.
- Right, see you soon.
- Bye.
- How do you feel today? - Getting by.
Okay.
When you see it's finished, tell me, okay? Thanks, miss.
Copyright Collective.
Can I see the kid's card? - Who told you? - Nice try.
Reports are secret.
We'll get the card.
Where do you have to go? Suit and tie, hair gel.
You'll love it.
- You don't love me, Maribel.
- You should sit down and rest.
Your fiancé better not find out you're with crooks all day.
Maribel! Mom? Mom! Wait.
Go, please.
Tell the next one.
More longhaired fags coming along to trick us.
- What's wrong? - Longhair.
Please! Diego, we have to talk.
- Has something happened? - Sit down.
You ruined my life.
Everything you touch turns sour.
I'm so happy knowing I'm in your hands.
- You can't vanish without a trace.
- Clara, I'm not coming home.
You're selfish.
I think we're done.
You'll go far, Robert.
And I'll be by your side to see it.
Robert! Robert! Wake up.
Call an ambulance.