Love After Music (2023) s01e03 Episode Script
Te daré una flor antes que un decadrón
1
[atmospheric music playing]
[indistinct voices]
[man] Push.
[woman exhales]
[man] Push, come on. Almost there.
[indistinct voices]
[woman breathing deeply]
[wailing]
[doctor] Almost there.
You're doing great.
One last push, almost there.
You're doing great.
You're doing really great.
[breathing deeply]
Breathe, exhale. Now push!
[groaning]
[coughing]
[breathing heavily]
Is the baby okay?
["Dale Alegría a Mi Corazón"
by Fito Paez playing]
LOVE AFTER MUSIC
can't catch a fish twice
With the same net ♪
The next ones won't judge anyone ♪
ROSARIO CENTRAL STADIUM
And I don't care about the other ones ♪
Those jailers of humankind ♪
Won't catch me twice
With the same net ♪
[audience cheering]
[woman] I love you, Charly!
I want to introduce some people,
who rehearsed for only ten days
and play like this.
They're up to no good.
First off, the woman who is never there,
Fabiana Cantilo.
[audience cheering]
The man who is leading
the magazine charts, Alfredo Toth.
[audience cheering]
A guy everybody knows,
the only man who can match
a drum machine, Willy Iturri.
[audience cheer]
Gonzo, saxophone.
Our stoner dude, Daniel Melingo.
[applause]
[audience] Fito! Fito!
The people have spoken.
Whatever the people want, they never get.
Today they will,
because you paid for tickets.
From this very city,
the Chicago of Argentina,
home of Wild Rita,
Fito Paez.
[audience cheering loudly]
[plays solo]
[audience] Fito! Fito!
[audience clapping rhythmically]
[audience] Fito! Fito!
Can I have this? I'm out of clean clothes.
[chuckles]
[giggles]
Guess who I am.
One, two, three and go ♪
His Fender dripping with hatred ♪
- You're the most beautiful girl ever.
- Come on.
- Who does awful impressions.
- [gasps]
- Excuse me?
- Awful.
You know who I look like with these?
Lucho Bordenave.
- Who is that? Another boyfriend of yours?
- What?
- Asleep in the Sun. You haven't read it?
- Mm-hmm.
- You haven't?
- No.
Then you have to read it, Mr. Paez.
[Fabiana] Mm.
See you later.
- Stay.
- No.
- Call in sick.
- I'm not sick.
- Come on.
- I'm not sick! [laughs]
- It's just a lie so you can stay with me.
- Bye.
- [door closes]
- [sighs]
Excuse me.
I have an appointment at two.
Is Andrés Gallo here already?
Yes, he's here.
Sure.
Mr. Portunato will see you now.
Okay.
Thanks.
What's up, man?
- [knocking on door]
- Come in.
- [man] Fito, my boy.
- Hello.
- Sorry.
- No worries.
- I thought it was at 2:00.
- It was. I got here earlier to talk.
I have something special for you guys.
It's the drink of the future.
Lemon lime soda. I'm trying
to lay off the booze. [chuckles]
Uh
Miguel Abuelo once told me,
"One glass of whiskey is not enough,
two is too many,
three is not enough."
[laughing]
It's true.
I think you have we all have
- We all do.
- an amazing album in store.
[gentle music playing]
What do you mean?
Your debut album.
You helped Juan Carlos, Silvina,
and Fandermole with their albums.
Only yours is left.
Gallo played me
some amazing songs of yours.
He said you have more
that you're working on, right?
Yes. I have enough for an album.
- What do you say?
- Yes!
You need time to think?
No! Give it here.
- You won't change my music.
- Absolutely not.
Okay.
Whiskey.
- Whiskey, whiskey. Let's get a whiskey.
- [chuckling]
["Águas De Março"
by Antônio Carlos Jobim playing]
SUI GENERIS
LIFE
Dad, have you seen this one?
Uh Sui Generis.
Can we play it?
Come on, we can listen to Jobim later.
Come on.
Son, you know you can tell me anything.
I won't say a word.
I know.
Okay.
Mute the feed.
- It's not working, Tuerto.
- [Tuerto] What is it?
- Go harder on the hi-hat.
- Okay.
[engineer] I like the sound of that.
What do you think?
[Fito] It brings the mood up.
- It brings it to life.
- Yes.
- It's better.
- Yes. That sounds good, Fito.
That's it, Tuerto, we'll keep that.
- Play it again, please.
- [engineer] Okay.
[console click]
[tape rewinds]
[hi-hat sequence plays]
Marito, mute the hi-hat.
[hi-hat muting]
[Charly] So much better.
Much better, right?
It's better.
Where is Felipa?
Felipa went back to her home.
Why?
You asked her to leave.
[subdued poignant music playing]
You packed it so neatly!
Did you do it yourself?
Yes.
No way. Granny helped you.
No, I packed it myself.
You packed enough underwear, right?
- Yes, like you told me.
- Three.
Plus the one you're wearing.
Don't look so sad, Fito, come on.
It'll be great.
If it's so great,
then why aren't you going?
[plays keyboards]
[sighs]
[resumes playing]
- What do you think?
- I love it.
Do you? Don't you think it's a bit
like folk music?
Maybe just a bit. But it's good anyway.
[synth/drum sequence playing]
[Fito] No, no, no, no.
It's not working.
- It's not working.
- He's exhausted, he's done so many takes.
But this is not what I want.
It's not working.
I'm sorry, César. You're doing great,
but I want a different sound.
Can I just try something?
Go ahead.
Thanks, man.
Now it'll sound like Charly.
Let him try it.
Can I have those?
Play it for me, Mario.
[synth/drum sequence playing]
Didn't I call it?
[continues playing bass]
["Cleopatra, la Reina del Twist" by
Daniel Melingo & Viviana S. Tellas plays]
Cleopatra, the Queen of the Nile ♪
Cleopatra, the Queen of the Twist ♪
They resent you in Rome
Mark Antony buys you gold ♪
She's a beauty expert
But she's covered in zits ♪
Aww!
Cleopatra, the Queen of the Nile ♪
Cleopatra, the Queen of the Twist ♪
The sacred texts lied for you ♪
The serpent will be
Your final kiss ♪
[click]
[synth/drum/bass sequence
plays over headphones]
[inaudible]
[continues playing sequence]
[audience cheering]
Pardon me.
- Hey!
- Hi.
- Did you see the whole thing?
- Almost. It was great.
- I spent hours in the studio.
- Beer, please!
Before they forget I'm with the band.
- You have something new?
- It's only a bit.
Hilda! Hi, beautiful!
- Did you see it?
- It was amazing!
Can I have that beer, please? Come on!
- They're so stingy with the drinks.
- [chuckles]
I saved you a seat on the bus with us.
I don't think I'm really in the mood
to go out tonight.
What? You don't want to go out?
- I don't know.
- No.
Come on, we're playing
the roof of the Bauen.
Mm!
I'm super nervous about the album and
I want to be alone for a while,
focus on that.
But you should go. You'll have fun.
We'll be done at 1:00,
and I can meet you somewhere.
- Pippo?
- Pippo rocks.
Let's order wine and vermicelli.
Great.
[birds chirping]
[woman] Four hours and not a word.
Don't you think it's too much, Fito?
[sighs]
Stubborn, like his mother.
How's your back?
[Mr. Suárez] Old and creaky.
- And your wife?
- Same as my back.
[chuckles] Do you remember Mr. Suárez?
No.
- It will come to him.
- Of course.
Come on, let's go in.
Come on.
- How was the drive?
- [woman] Fine.
[sequence playing over headphones]
[stops music]
Thanks.
[man] You got stood up, boy?
You remind me of someone.
What do you do?
I'm a musician.
Do you have a band or something?
How does that work?
I'm in Charly's band.
- Charly?
- Yes.
Oh, wow!
Then you must be good.
So what? Do you go on tour?
- [chuckles]
- We go on tour, yes.
What do you play?
Keyboards.
Oh, so you're actually good.
[chuckles]
- Roberto, get the camera.
- Sure.
Get the camera. This guy's famous.
He is part of Charly's band.
Come on, let's get a picture.
Stand over there.
All right, smile.
Another one, just in case.
Okay, again.
- [Mr. Suárez] Didn't I tell you?
- [woman] You did.
Do you want to see a pregnant mare?
- [Fito] What does that mean?
- [Mr. Suárez] She is carrying a foal.
[woman] Yes, she's going to be a mom.
[horse grunts]
[opens gate]
[Mr. Suárez] Careful, okay?
[emotional music playing]
[horse snorts]
["Amor Descartable" by Virus playing]
I'll meet you somewhere ♪
Even though it's so late ♪
So much hatred to placate ♪
So much disposable love ♪
I hear your voice by my side ♪
Even though we are apart ♪
This world is so devoid of sensuality ♪
That it cannot give me relief ♪
You are my obsession ♪
I want to get you ♪
You are my destruction ♪
Hey. Hey!
Can't stop myself from thinking ♪
Aww!
Pili!
- Hi.
- This is Fito.
- Hello.
- I'm Fito.
Oh my God, an awful thing happened!
- I can't hear you.
- Look, my ring.
- What?
- I lost it!
[Fito] You lost what?
[music fades]
- [giggles]
- Stop it.
In the lead, Paez,
the curly haired swordsman.
Come on, Fabi, get down.
- What is with you?
- Nothing, I'm fine.
- You sure?
- I am.
It's about this album.
Everything I play sounds old.
I can't find the right sound.
I'm going crazy.
Really? Are you feeling insecure, Paez?
Is that it? Why didn't you tell me?
If you'd come to Pippo,
you would've known.
You forgot, right?
I played two shows.
But why do you make plans
if you know you can't make it?
- I can.
- No, you can't, Fabi.
You're doing your own thing.
You do what you want,
and you don't give one fuck.
And you? Who do you think you are?
You think you're so considerate,
such a nice guy.
I go to all your shows, but you don't.
Your stuff is much more important
than mine, right?
- You don't care if I'm there.
- How would you know, huh?
Don't do that! You'll get yourself killed.
I have my own problems too, you know?
[Fito] Can you turn down
the music, please?
I want to do something different,
and the guys don't. So what can I do?
[music continues at the same volume]
Sorry, can you turn it down?
It's not that I don't like them.
I love spending time with them.
But Los Twist is not my band!
It belongs to Pipo and Melingo.
I want something mine.
Sir, can you take Dorrego street?
You're always wrapped up in your own shit.
Your album, your stuff.
[Fito] You know what? Just go straight.
See? I'm talking to you!
- Don't ignore me!
- [car screeches]
Hey! I want you both out.
Are you crazy?
- Out, both of you!
- All right, okay.
[Fabiana] You're so selfish!
- [Fito] Go fuck yourself!
- You are an asshole!
Paez, this club is?
This is where Silvina No way!
What are you doing?
Get down, Fabi!
Get down, are you crazy? Come back!
- Come on, Paez!
- No way! Get down!
Don't be a wimp, come on!
[exhales]
[Fito grunts]
- [Fabiana] Are you up for it?
- Gosh!
What now?
Did you know I saw your birth?
Your dad and Belia waited outside.
You looked the same.
Long and skinny, like a noodle. [chuckles]
You cried so much
More like screamed, actually.
The whole hospital heard you. [chuckles]
But when I placed you in Margarita's arms,
you went silent.
It was like magic.
[grunts] Here's one.
Look how many sticks you got.
[chuckles]
Shh.
[giggles]
What is up with you?
[Fabiana] Nothing.
What is up with you?
Come on, Paez.
- What are you doing? Get out now!
- [giggles]
- Get in.
- Shh!
Paez, get in.
[exhales]
- Fabi, sometimes I don't
- Shh.
[exhales]
Whenever we try to explain, lies begin.
Water holds information, Paez.
It came from meteorites.
It's an alien substance.
- Why do you run away from me?
- What do you mean?
Why won't you fuck me?
When I was young
I ran into the wrong person
at the wrong time. Mm?
[mellow guitar playing]
Want to try it?
No, thank you.
[man] Is someone here?
Who are you?
[rock music playing]
Wait. This way, come on.
[glass shatters]
Fabi, are you okay? Fabiana!
Are you okay?
Hey!
[Fabiana's mother]
I'm worried, honey. Seriously.
Stop, Mom. It could've happened to anyone.
Running through a glass door?
At 4:00 a.m.?
Your daughter is fine. Don't worry.
Don't worry?
- Silvina
- All I do is worry.
It was an accident.
Okay.
Give her this once a day.
How long will she keep this for?
Come back in five days. We'll change it.
Okay, thank you so much.
No worries, take care.
[playing piano]
Knock that off.
I can't go back to the studio
until I solve this.
[scoffs]
If you want to focus on your own things,
let me focus on mine, okay?
Leave me alone.
You're right.
You're right. I'm sorry.
You're right.
- Give me that!
- Stop it!
Where is it?
[panting]
Give me that!
- [Fabiana] Leave me alone!
- Open up!
Open the door! Give me that!
Where is it? Hand it over!
This is bad for you!
- Give it back.
- You want this? Here you go!
- Give it back!
- You want it? Here!
No! [cries]
[Fabiana sobbing]
[sobbing]
[grunts, exhales]
[thunderclap]
[rain pattering]
[horse neighing]
["Seminare" by Seru Giran playing]
[rain pattering]
[horses neighing]
[thunderclap]
[horse neighing]
["Seminare" continues playing]
[horse neighing]
[wind blowing]
[horse neighing]
- [horse neighing]
- [indistinct chatter]
[horse neighing]
[snorts]
[neighing]
[Mr. Suárez makes kissing sounds]
[Fito] I think I finally got it.
Can you try something
more like bossa nova,
more relaxed?
More like this
[vocalizing]
Can you give that a go?
[synth/drum sequence playing]
[mellow bass playing]
["Tres Agujas" by Fito Paez playing]
[atmospheric music playing]
[indistinct voices]
[man] Push.
[woman exhales]
[man] Push, come on. Almost there.
[indistinct voices]
[woman breathing deeply]
[wailing]
[doctor] Almost there.
You're doing great.
One last push, almost there.
You're doing great.
You're doing really great.
[breathing deeply]
Breathe, exhale. Now push!
[groaning]
[coughing]
[breathing heavily]
Is the baby okay?
["Dale Alegría a Mi Corazón"
by Fito Paez playing]
LOVE AFTER MUSIC
can't catch a fish twice
With the same net ♪
The next ones won't judge anyone ♪
ROSARIO CENTRAL STADIUM
And I don't care about the other ones ♪
Those jailers of humankind ♪
Won't catch me twice
With the same net ♪
[audience cheering]
[woman] I love you, Charly!
I want to introduce some people,
who rehearsed for only ten days
and play like this.
They're up to no good.
First off, the woman who is never there,
Fabiana Cantilo.
[audience cheering]
The man who is leading
the magazine charts, Alfredo Toth.
[audience cheering]
A guy everybody knows,
the only man who can match
a drum machine, Willy Iturri.
[audience cheer]
Gonzo, saxophone.
Our stoner dude, Daniel Melingo.
[applause]
[audience] Fito! Fito!
The people have spoken.
Whatever the people want, they never get.
Today they will,
because you paid for tickets.
From this very city,
the Chicago of Argentina,
home of Wild Rita,
Fito Paez.
[audience cheering loudly]
[plays solo]
[audience] Fito! Fito!
[audience clapping rhythmically]
[audience] Fito! Fito!
Can I have this? I'm out of clean clothes.
[chuckles]
[giggles]
Guess who I am.
One, two, three and go ♪
His Fender dripping with hatred ♪
- You're the most beautiful girl ever.
- Come on.
- Who does awful impressions.
- [gasps]
- Excuse me?
- Awful.
You know who I look like with these?
Lucho Bordenave.
- Who is that? Another boyfriend of yours?
- What?
- Asleep in the Sun. You haven't read it?
- Mm-hmm.
- You haven't?
- No.
Then you have to read it, Mr. Paez.
[Fabiana] Mm.
See you later.
- Stay.
- No.
- Call in sick.
- I'm not sick.
- Come on.
- I'm not sick! [laughs]
- It's just a lie so you can stay with me.
- Bye.
- [door closes]
- [sighs]
Excuse me.
I have an appointment at two.
Is Andrés Gallo here already?
Yes, he's here.
Sure.
Mr. Portunato will see you now.
Okay.
Thanks.
What's up, man?
- [knocking on door]
- Come in.
- [man] Fito, my boy.
- Hello.
- Sorry.
- No worries.
- I thought it was at 2:00.
- It was. I got here earlier to talk.
I have something special for you guys.
It's the drink of the future.
Lemon lime soda. I'm trying
to lay off the booze. [chuckles]
Uh
Miguel Abuelo once told me,
"One glass of whiskey is not enough,
two is too many,
three is not enough."
[laughing]
It's true.
I think you have we all have
- We all do.
- an amazing album in store.
[gentle music playing]
What do you mean?
Your debut album.
You helped Juan Carlos, Silvina,
and Fandermole with their albums.
Only yours is left.
Gallo played me
some amazing songs of yours.
He said you have more
that you're working on, right?
Yes. I have enough for an album.
- What do you say?
- Yes!
You need time to think?
No! Give it here.
- You won't change my music.
- Absolutely not.
Okay.
Whiskey.
- Whiskey, whiskey. Let's get a whiskey.
- [chuckling]
["Águas De Março"
by Antônio Carlos Jobim playing]
SUI GENERIS
LIFE
Dad, have you seen this one?
Uh Sui Generis.
Can we play it?
Come on, we can listen to Jobim later.
Come on.
Son, you know you can tell me anything.
I won't say a word.
I know.
Okay.
Mute the feed.
- It's not working, Tuerto.
- [Tuerto] What is it?
- Go harder on the hi-hat.
- Okay.
[engineer] I like the sound of that.
What do you think?
[Fito] It brings the mood up.
- It brings it to life.
- Yes.
- It's better.
- Yes. That sounds good, Fito.
That's it, Tuerto, we'll keep that.
- Play it again, please.
- [engineer] Okay.
[console click]
[tape rewinds]
[hi-hat sequence plays]
Marito, mute the hi-hat.
[hi-hat muting]
[Charly] So much better.
Much better, right?
It's better.
Where is Felipa?
Felipa went back to her home.
Why?
You asked her to leave.
[subdued poignant music playing]
You packed it so neatly!
Did you do it yourself?
Yes.
No way. Granny helped you.
No, I packed it myself.
You packed enough underwear, right?
- Yes, like you told me.
- Three.
Plus the one you're wearing.
Don't look so sad, Fito, come on.
It'll be great.
If it's so great,
then why aren't you going?
[plays keyboards]
[sighs]
[resumes playing]
- What do you think?
- I love it.
Do you? Don't you think it's a bit
like folk music?
Maybe just a bit. But it's good anyway.
[synth/drum sequence playing]
[Fito] No, no, no, no.
It's not working.
- It's not working.
- He's exhausted, he's done so many takes.
But this is not what I want.
It's not working.
I'm sorry, César. You're doing great,
but I want a different sound.
Can I just try something?
Go ahead.
Thanks, man.
Now it'll sound like Charly.
Let him try it.
Can I have those?
Play it for me, Mario.
[synth/drum sequence playing]
Didn't I call it?
[continues playing bass]
["Cleopatra, la Reina del Twist" by
Daniel Melingo & Viviana S. Tellas plays]
Cleopatra, the Queen of the Nile ♪
Cleopatra, the Queen of the Twist ♪
They resent you in Rome
Mark Antony buys you gold ♪
She's a beauty expert
But she's covered in zits ♪
Aww!
Cleopatra, the Queen of the Nile ♪
Cleopatra, the Queen of the Twist ♪
The sacred texts lied for you ♪
The serpent will be
Your final kiss ♪
[click]
[synth/drum/bass sequence
plays over headphones]
[inaudible]
[continues playing sequence]
[audience cheering]
Pardon me.
- Hey!
- Hi.
- Did you see the whole thing?
- Almost. It was great.
- I spent hours in the studio.
- Beer, please!
Before they forget I'm with the band.
- You have something new?
- It's only a bit.
Hilda! Hi, beautiful!
- Did you see it?
- It was amazing!
Can I have that beer, please? Come on!
- They're so stingy with the drinks.
- [chuckles]
I saved you a seat on the bus with us.
I don't think I'm really in the mood
to go out tonight.
What? You don't want to go out?
- I don't know.
- No.
Come on, we're playing
the roof of the Bauen.
Mm!
I'm super nervous about the album and
I want to be alone for a while,
focus on that.
But you should go. You'll have fun.
We'll be done at 1:00,
and I can meet you somewhere.
- Pippo?
- Pippo rocks.
Let's order wine and vermicelli.
Great.
[birds chirping]
[woman] Four hours and not a word.
Don't you think it's too much, Fito?
[sighs]
Stubborn, like his mother.
How's your back?
[Mr. Suárez] Old and creaky.
- And your wife?
- Same as my back.
[chuckles] Do you remember Mr. Suárez?
No.
- It will come to him.
- Of course.
Come on, let's go in.
Come on.
- How was the drive?
- [woman] Fine.
[sequence playing over headphones]
[stops music]
Thanks.
[man] You got stood up, boy?
You remind me of someone.
What do you do?
I'm a musician.
Do you have a band or something?
How does that work?
I'm in Charly's band.
- Charly?
- Yes.
Oh, wow!
Then you must be good.
So what? Do you go on tour?
- [chuckles]
- We go on tour, yes.
What do you play?
Keyboards.
Oh, so you're actually good.
[chuckles]
- Roberto, get the camera.
- Sure.
Get the camera. This guy's famous.
He is part of Charly's band.
Come on, let's get a picture.
Stand over there.
All right, smile.
Another one, just in case.
Okay, again.
- [Mr. Suárez] Didn't I tell you?
- [woman] You did.
Do you want to see a pregnant mare?
- [Fito] What does that mean?
- [Mr. Suárez] She is carrying a foal.
[woman] Yes, she's going to be a mom.
[horse grunts]
[opens gate]
[Mr. Suárez] Careful, okay?
[emotional music playing]
[horse snorts]
["Amor Descartable" by Virus playing]
I'll meet you somewhere ♪
Even though it's so late ♪
So much hatred to placate ♪
So much disposable love ♪
I hear your voice by my side ♪
Even though we are apart ♪
This world is so devoid of sensuality ♪
That it cannot give me relief ♪
You are my obsession ♪
I want to get you ♪
You are my destruction ♪
Hey. Hey!
Can't stop myself from thinking ♪
Aww!
Pili!
- Hi.
- This is Fito.
- Hello.
- I'm Fito.
Oh my God, an awful thing happened!
- I can't hear you.
- Look, my ring.
- What?
- I lost it!
[Fito] You lost what?
[music fades]
- [giggles]
- Stop it.
In the lead, Paez,
the curly haired swordsman.
Come on, Fabi, get down.
- What is with you?
- Nothing, I'm fine.
- You sure?
- I am.
It's about this album.
Everything I play sounds old.
I can't find the right sound.
I'm going crazy.
Really? Are you feeling insecure, Paez?
Is that it? Why didn't you tell me?
If you'd come to Pippo,
you would've known.
You forgot, right?
I played two shows.
But why do you make plans
if you know you can't make it?
- I can.
- No, you can't, Fabi.
You're doing your own thing.
You do what you want,
and you don't give one fuck.
And you? Who do you think you are?
You think you're so considerate,
such a nice guy.
I go to all your shows, but you don't.
Your stuff is much more important
than mine, right?
- You don't care if I'm there.
- How would you know, huh?
Don't do that! You'll get yourself killed.
I have my own problems too, you know?
[Fito] Can you turn down
the music, please?
I want to do something different,
and the guys don't. So what can I do?
[music continues at the same volume]
Sorry, can you turn it down?
It's not that I don't like them.
I love spending time with them.
But Los Twist is not my band!
It belongs to Pipo and Melingo.
I want something mine.
Sir, can you take Dorrego street?
You're always wrapped up in your own shit.
Your album, your stuff.
[Fito] You know what? Just go straight.
See? I'm talking to you!
- Don't ignore me!
- [car screeches]
Hey! I want you both out.
Are you crazy?
- Out, both of you!
- All right, okay.
[Fabiana] You're so selfish!
- [Fito] Go fuck yourself!
- You are an asshole!
Paez, this club is?
This is where Silvina No way!
What are you doing?
Get down, Fabi!
Get down, are you crazy? Come back!
- Come on, Paez!
- No way! Get down!
Don't be a wimp, come on!
[exhales]
[Fito grunts]
- [Fabiana] Are you up for it?
- Gosh!
What now?
Did you know I saw your birth?
Your dad and Belia waited outside.
You looked the same.
Long and skinny, like a noodle. [chuckles]
You cried so much
More like screamed, actually.
The whole hospital heard you. [chuckles]
But when I placed you in Margarita's arms,
you went silent.
It was like magic.
[grunts] Here's one.
Look how many sticks you got.
[chuckles]
Shh.
[giggles]
What is up with you?
[Fabiana] Nothing.
What is up with you?
Come on, Paez.
- What are you doing? Get out now!
- [giggles]
- Get in.
- Shh!
Paez, get in.
[exhales]
- Fabi, sometimes I don't
- Shh.
[exhales]
Whenever we try to explain, lies begin.
Water holds information, Paez.
It came from meteorites.
It's an alien substance.
- Why do you run away from me?
- What do you mean?
Why won't you fuck me?
When I was young
I ran into the wrong person
at the wrong time. Mm?
[mellow guitar playing]
Want to try it?
No, thank you.
[man] Is someone here?
Who are you?
[rock music playing]
Wait. This way, come on.
[glass shatters]
Fabi, are you okay? Fabiana!
Are you okay?
Hey!
[Fabiana's mother]
I'm worried, honey. Seriously.
Stop, Mom. It could've happened to anyone.
Running through a glass door?
At 4:00 a.m.?
Your daughter is fine. Don't worry.
Don't worry?
- Silvina
- All I do is worry.
It was an accident.
Okay.
Give her this once a day.
How long will she keep this for?
Come back in five days. We'll change it.
Okay, thank you so much.
No worries, take care.
[playing piano]
Knock that off.
I can't go back to the studio
until I solve this.
[scoffs]
If you want to focus on your own things,
let me focus on mine, okay?
Leave me alone.
You're right.
You're right. I'm sorry.
You're right.
- Give me that!
- Stop it!
Where is it?
[panting]
Give me that!
- [Fabiana] Leave me alone!
- Open up!
Open the door! Give me that!
Where is it? Hand it over!
This is bad for you!
- Give it back.
- You want this? Here you go!
- Give it back!
- You want it? Here!
No! [cries]
[Fabiana sobbing]
[sobbing]
[grunts, exhales]
[thunderclap]
[rain pattering]
[horse neighing]
["Seminare" by Seru Giran playing]
[rain pattering]
[horses neighing]
[thunderclap]
[horse neighing]
["Seminare" continues playing]
[horse neighing]
[wind blowing]
[horse neighing]
- [horse neighing]
- [indistinct chatter]
[horse neighing]
[snorts]
[neighing]
[Mr. Suárez makes kissing sounds]
[Fito] I think I finally got it.
Can you try something
more like bossa nova,
more relaxed?
More like this
[vocalizing]
Can you give that a go?
[synth/drum sequence playing]
[mellow bass playing]
["Tres Agujas" by Fito Paez playing]