Love After Music (2023) s01e01 Episode Script

[steady beat playing]
[beat speeding up]
BUENOS AIRES
APRIL, 1993
[presenter] more than 60,000 people
are gathered to watch Fito Paez play.
It may be the most important concert
in rock history in Argentina.
[audience] Fito!
This is unprecedented.
After 11 sold out shows at the Gran Rex,
this is the crowning moment
of a revolution in Argentine music.
[audience] Fito!
[cheering]
- Have you been waiting long?
- Yes! All day!
- Do you want to see Fito?
- Yes!
[atmospheric music playing]
[cheering in distance echoing]
[faint singing echoes]
[woman] Fito!
[man] Fito.
[indistinct chatter]
[man] Fito.
We're ready.
[applause and cheering]
[audience chanting]
Olé, olé, olé, ole! Fito, Fito!
[audience continues chanting]
[audience continues]
Olé, olé, olé, ole! Fito, Fito!
[rock music playing]
[audience continues cheering]
[music and cheering fade]
["Y Dale Alegría a Mi Corazón"
by Fito Paez playing]
LOVE AFTER MUSIC
[dog barking in distance]
[newscaster] Official report for today.
The subversive group
was found by law enforcement
When they resisted arrest
[police siren blaring]
shots were then fired,
and as a result, two males
and one female were fatally wounded.
No police officers were injured
during the successful operation.
[atmospheric music playing]
[newscaster] The authorities recommend
that people go about their day normally
and abide by whatever law enforcement
They're coming.
Come on, man.
Here.
[engine starts]
Come on, let's go.
THIRD YEAR OF MILITARY
DICTATORSHIP IN ARGENTINA.
THOUSANDS OF CITIZENS ARE MISSING,
MOSTLY YOUNG PEOPLE.
MUSICIANS ARE PERSECUTED
BY THE AUTHORITIES.
ROCK MUSIC IS CONSIDERED
A VOICE OF RESISTANCE.
They are all far from home ♪
When the speech had ended ♪
I heard somebody yell ♪
They said, I sell wholesale clothing ♪
[breathing shakily]
[coughing]
[inhales]
[dog barking in distance]
[exhales]
[atmospheric music playing]
- Bye, guys.
- See you.
- It was cool, right?
- Nah.
Nobody was even paying attention to us.
Come on, Baglietto came to see you.
Are you sure it was him?
Told you so.
Let's finish loading everything.
[indistinct chatter]
[man 1] Can I bum a cigarette, please?
[man 2] Wait, let's finish this.
You didn't say your name.
Staff.
No, what is your name?
Fito.
Fito what?
- Paez.
- [man in hat] Fito Paez.
We're going to go rehearse later.
You should come with us.
[police siren blaring]
[woman] It's the police!
[officer] Everybody against the wall!
- Everybody's under arrest!
- [officer 2] Get in!
- Help me load this.
- No, let's go!
- [officer 1] Hands against the wall!
- [man] Fito!
[Fito] Let's go!
[tense music playing]
[man 1] We need to walk against traffic.
[Fito] Where are we going?
[man 1] Come on, let's go.
IRON HARDWARE
[banging on door]
[man 2] Come back tomorrow!
Come on, man.
[tense music continues]
[man in hat] Here we are.
Guys.
[man 3] Then I'll play that lick there
and let Tuerto have a solo.
[man in hat] Come over here.
Set up over here.
- [Sapo] Juan.
- [man in hat] Sapo.
[man 3] Who's this?
Fito.
[man 1] There was a raid at the bar.
[woman 1] Are you guys okay?
[strumming guitar]
[man 4] That's crazy.
- [man 3] Do we continue?
- [man in hat] "It Was in April"?
- [woman 1] Good.
- [man 3] Go.
- [man 2] Got it.
- [woman] Okay.
- [man 2] Shall we start?
- [man 3] Yes.
Can you plug it in?
Tuerto?
[Fito] Ready.
- [man 3] Ready?
- [woman] Yeah.
["Era en Abril"
by Jorge Fandermole playing]
It was in April that I heard
That sweet rhythm ♪
Of my darling child dancing ♪
Inside the womb ♪
A blooming prairie was his home ♪
And her navel
Oh, her navel ♪
Her navel was the sun ♪
I wrote him the sweetest of songs ♪
A story about a cloud and a flying fish
Who fell in love ♪
I dreamt of him running
His body dripping in sweat ♪
His cheeks round and full ♪
His cheeks round
And full of sunlight and warmth ♪
[woman] He's probably at Claudio's house.
He's not there, Mom.
I called. He's not there.
- Did you try Prieto?
- He's not there.
How about the station?
[Juan] Sapo.
- [Sapo] Thanks, Juan.
- You're welcome.
[indistinct chatter]
We rehearse three times a week.
Always at night.
If you join, we need your full commitment.
[coughs]
Is that a yes?
Yes.
See you tomorrow, then.
Welcome to the Troubadours.
[Juan] How's the food?
- [man] It's great, Juan.
- [woman] Delicious.
["Big Nick" by John Coltrane playing]
Dad.
Baglietto asked me to join his band.
No, no.
It's one thing for you to be in a band
with your friends for fun.
But no, this is different.
You know I don't like it.
I don't get it, Dad.
You love music.
This has nothing to do with music, Fito.
It's not safe for you to be going outside,
especially at night.
But Dad, rock happens at night.
Huh.
Only church choirs
rehearse during the day.
Then you'll play with the choir.
[typewriter keys clacking]
[doorbell ringing]
[Pepa] Aunt Charo is here.
- [Aunt Charo] Hi.
- [Pepa] Hi, sweetheart. How are you?
- Hi, everyone.
- Hi.
- Charo!
- Hi, Auntie.
Hi, honey.
- [Pepa] Want some vermouth, dear?
- Sure, that's why I'm here. [chuckles]
- What's up, sweetie?
- Nice to see you, Charo.
Can we talk for a minute?
- Right now?
- Yes, now. Let's chat. [chuckles]
Done. Put it away.
Okay, let's hear it.
- What time is the rehearsal?
- At 9:00.
Okay, I'll handle it.
I'm not getting dressed up!
I don't want to go on a date.
Stay out of my life.
- [Charo] At least try.
- [Rodolfo] I won't try.
- Wake up, Rodolfo.
- Worry about your
[Charo] It will be good for you
and everyone else here.
[Rodolfo] Watch your tone.
[Belia] Son, if you agreed
two weeks ago, you can't just not show up.
It's bad manners.
[woman] Rodolfo?
- Hi. How are you?
- Hello.
Oh, sorry. How are you?
- Nice to meet you, I'm Leonor.
- Sit.
Excuse me.
[doorbell ringing]
- Hi, Claudio.
- Pepa, how's it going?
Hi, dear. Fito is waiting for you.
You're saving my life.
I'll be back in a few hours. Thanks!
Fito!
- Take care.
- Of course.
Bye, grandma. You rock!
- Belia.
- Claudio.
[door closes]
Um
Charo can be a bit pushy.
I apologize
if you felt obligated to accept
No, don't worry. Not at all.
I've known her for years.
She led my daughter's Bible studies.
But that's not actually important, right?
I'm sorry,
I'm just not used to this at all.
Okay, why don't we make a deal?
We'll both order the pesto pasta.
You should never order pesto
on a first date, but
What do you think?
- Sure, okay.
- [chuckles]
["Mirta de Regreso"
by Adrián Abonizio playing]
I'm back, Mirta ♪
After three years
Without seeing sunlight ♪
I don't care to know
If you were unfaithful ♪
I know that even a woman
As strong as you ♪
Has needs she cannot fight ♪
[Fender Rhodes playing mellow solo]
[Juan] What is that?
I thought it might sound cool
to include it.
- [Juan] After each verse?
- Yes.
- Should we try it?
- [man 1] Let's try.
- [Juan] Go on.
- [man 2] Let's see.
[Juan] Cue us.
I'm back, Mirta ♪
After three years
Without seeing sunlight ♪
I don't care to know
If you were unfaithful ♪
I know that even a woman
As strong as you ♪
Has needs she cannot fight ♪
[Juan] Nice!
[music fades]
- [door opens]
- [gasps]
You scared me half to death!
[Fito] Scooch over.
I thought you were your dad.
[sighs]
How did it go?
Fine.
Fine?
[chuckles]
I am
on another level.
Up here.
- [laughs]
- Shh!
And your son is a lawyer?
No, he has a year left of school.
The other one wants to be a doctor.
- You're a doctor, right?
- Yes.
They went to see Fito play the other day.
They said he's great.
- [woman] Yes.
- He's really good.
[Rodolfo] But it's just a hobby.
I want him to go to university.
But he's a good player.
He inherited his gift from his mother.
Yes.
- She was a talented concert pianist.
- I didn't know.
Maybe he can go to music school,
attend a conservatory or something, right?
I want him to have a real job.
But Margarita was remarkable,
and so is Fito.
He could make a living as a musician.
I only see it as a hobby.
[indistinct chatter]
I wrote this verse yesterday.
Do you think it could work?
[Juan] Yes, totally.
It's amazing.
- Shall we try it?
- Let's.
[Fit plays Fender Rhodes]
Life is only but a coin ♪
["La Vida es una Moneda"
by Fito Paez playing]
Whoever seeks it shall find it ♪
A simple unassuming coin ♪
Not an ostentatious wad of bills ♪
My life is but a blank piece of paper ♪
[cheering]
An out of tune piano ♪
[cheering]
Ten long slender fingers ♪
A bunch of words strung together ♪
[man] Good evening.
All we have to do is live ♪
That is the secret ♪
With a smile always up my sleeve ♪
With the madness and the sanity
Within each day ♪
Maybe things will turn out all right ♪
[audience cheering]
People always dreaming ♪
Streets always bustling ♪
Taxis always roaming ♪
The skies and the city avenues ♪
Days go by and tell the story ♪
Of humans walking together ♪
Days go by and sing each morning ♪
Days go by without fear ♪
All we have to do is live ♪
That is the secret ♪
With a smile always up my sleeve ♪
With the madness and the sanity
Within each day ♪
Maybe things will turn out all right ♪
All we have to do is live ♪
Oh oh ♪
That is the secret ♪
- With a lover ♪
- Without a lover ♪
With the innocence and sweetness ♪
That sprouts up now and then ♪
Maybe things will turn out all right ♪
[vocalizing]
[applause]
[cheering]
Thank you.
[audience chanting]
Playing the keyboard, Fito Paez!
[audience cheering]
[man] We're here thanks to you, man.
Thanks to you, Baglie!
Here's to Juan Carlos!
[indistinct chatter]
[police siren blaring]
[man 1] It's the police!
[officer] Everybody against the wall!
- Go!
- Let's go! Hurry!
- Stop!
- Come on!
- Stop!
- Come on! Get on the bus!
- Hurry!
- Go!
[clamoring]
Come on, guys!
[man] Let's go!
[man 2] No!
Are you okay?
- Are you okay?
- Yes.
[police siren blaring]
Why are you stopping? Let's go!
[officer] Everybody freeze! Nobody move!
Show us your IDs!
We'll take you in for background checks!
[Debussy's "Rêverie" playing]
[Rodolfo] Fito!
[keys clattering]
[breathing shakily]
[typewriter keys clacking]
[phone ringing]
[phone ringing]
Rodolfo Paez.
Yes.
[woman] Are things okay at home?
Y
I don't know what you mean, but yes.
We're a respectable, normal family.
[rock music playing]
[professor] Easy! Easy, Marzulo.
Paez! No kicking, Stefani!
Suck it, bitch.
I ask because I'm worried.
Fito wasn't like this before.
Like what?
[children cheering, yelling]
[professor] Paez! What are you doing?
Are you crazy?
- It took two teachers to stop him.
- Is the other kid okay?
He should speak to someone.
A professional.
[Brahms' Symphony No. 3" playing]
He started it.
That's no excuse.
If I kept going, could I have killed him?
But you stopped.
What if I kept going?
Can we just listen to Brahms?
Move your arm, or it will skip.
What happened to Mom? Whose fault was it?
Why would you ask that?
It was just a tragedy.
Look at me. It was a tragedy, okay?
Go find a record you like.
[door closes]
SUI GENERIS
LIFE
He went to military service.
He lasted two months.
He downed an entire jar of pills
to get himself discharged.
He almost died.
He later wrote "A Song to My Death."
["Canción Para Mi Muerte"
by Sui Generis playing]
[cell opening]
[man] Rodolfo Paez.
Rodolfo Paez!
That's me.
[man] Come on.
Come here!
[grunts]
And the others?
You're lucky you are a minor. Now go!
[rattling]
[banging]
[Rodolfo grunts]
[Fito] Fucking hell! What is it?
Motherfucker.
[Rodolfo] Can't I trust you anymore?
["Canción Para Mi Muerte"
continues playing]
[door opens]
Don't do that, Pepa.
Come on, Rodolfo.
- [Belia] The boy needs to eat, Rodolfo.
- No, Mom.
Then he should come to the table.
Your son has Margarita's genes,
and you can't fight that.
You always take him to the record store.
What did you expect him to be? A lawyer?
Let's eat.
[atmospheric music playing]
[soft emotional music playing]
Here.
[emotional music continues]
Why do you lock the piano?
[Rodolfo sighs deeply]
I know it was my fault.
It was no one's fault.
Okay?
It was no one's fault.
Fito, wait.
I have some files in the trunk in a box.
Can you get it for me?
Go on, get it!
[opens trunk]
What?
What is this?
[emotional music rises]
No way!
- Is this for me?
- [chuckles] Yes.
For me, really?
No way, I can't believe it!
You're nuts!
Come here.
Wow, Dad. You are the best in the world.
The best in the solar system,
the galaxy, the whole universe.
- You can't leave school.
- I won't.
- Promise?
- Promise.
Wait. If you have a gig out of town,
I'll drive you and pick you up.
- Okay.
- Okay?
Okay, okay, okay!
And listen. No going to Buenos Aires.
Things are getting ugly out there, okay?
Okay.
[chuckles]
Come on, let's go try it.
- Okay.
- Let's go.
[rock music playing]
ONE YEAR LATER
[phone ringing]
[phone ringing]
Hello?
Hi, Julito! How are you? Everything okay?
[rock music continues]
Guys!
[music stops]
[gasping] I have news.
I just got off the phone
with Julito, our manager.
We got a gig at Obras.
- [man 1] Seriously?
- [man 2] Obras Sanitarias? Buenos Aires?
- We're going to play in Buenos Aires.
- [laughter]
[woman] We're going to Buenos Aires!
[indistinct chatter]
[man 1] We're going, guys!
- [man 2] We're going to smash it!
- [man 1] Buenos Aires!
- [man 1] We're going to Buenos Aires!
- [woman] I can't believe it!
[man 1] It's amazing, guys! We did it!
[Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue" playing]
[footsteps approaching]
Dad, we need to talk.
I've been meaning to talk to you too.
Let's go on a trip.
With Charo, Carrizo. It's been a while.
Dad, the band got a gig.
A big gig. Very big.
- Great.
- Yes.
But we'd have to travel.
To Santa Fe?
No, Dad.
We'd have to go to Buenos Aires.
[coughing]
[coughing]
Are you okay?
[inhales]
[coughing]
Absolutely not. You're not going.
But it's Obras.
I don't give a damn.
We talked about this. You're not going.
You're not going, and that's that.
I'm not asking for permission.
[tense music playing]
[rock music playing]
[scoffs]
- [Fito] Bye.
- [Pepa] Bye, sweetie.
[Fito] I love you.
- Take care of yourself.
- Bye, thanks.
[car engine starts]
[Belia] Don't forget to call!
["Post Crucifixión"
by Pescado Rabioso playing]
So? Are you nervous?
No.
What about you?
[chuckling] I'm shitting myself.
[laughing]
[indistinct chatter]
Good evening. I'm Juan Baglietto.
Thank you.
Thanks.
[coughing]
[coughing]
[indistinct chatter]
[laughter]
[coughing]
[glass shattering]
["Post Crucifixión continues playing]
[laughter]
[coughing]
[cheering]
[laughter]
[chanting]
[cheering]
- [man 1] Let's go!
- [man 2] Come on.
[man 1] Let's do this, guys!
[audience cheering]
[atmospheric music playing]
[audience continues cheering]
[footsteps echoing]
[audience cheering]
["La Vida es una Moneda"
by Fito Paez playing]
Life is only but a coin ♪
[cheering]
Whoever seeks it shall find it ♪
[tuning radio stations]
[man] This will help you.
Not an ostentatious wad of bills ♪
My life is but a blank piece of paper ♪
[man] Cantilo!
Cantilo, come here right now!
[man vocalizing]
[piano playing]
["Encuentro con el Diablo"
by Serú Girán playing]
[man] Cantilo!
Don't you think he's great?
Baglietto?
No, not that hippie.
The big-nosed dude on the keyboard.
LIVE
OBRAS SANITARIAS
He's imitating me.
["Encuentro con el Diablo"
continues playing]