CÁDIZ, SPAIN 1992
Darling, the Mass starts in ten minutes.
-We have to go. -Fine.
What else do you need? How can I help you?
Nothing, thanks.
Hey, you should go with your dad.
What?
I need to talk to Hugo.
I'll see you there. Okay?
Why didn't you let Mossad finish the investigation?
All we did was waste time and there's been no progress.
I don't know what to say. I wanted to help you.
No.
You had no right to contact them without letting me know first.
I was told she was seen leaving a bank less than a year ago.
That's good news.
It isn't good news until I can see my mother.
You have a meeting with the Mossad investigator next week.
We must have faith.
Let's go.
Let's pray for our brother, Luis Rey,
and for all those we've ever met and loved who have now passed.
We pray to the Lord.
Hear our prayer.
The Lord, who is a resplendent light,
illuminates our darkness and guides our way to hope
until we reach the realm of nightless clarity
and endless peace.
We are gathered here today to pray for the eternal rest
of our brother, Luis Rey,
whom the Lord has called to his presence.
We pray for infinite mercy
so he can reach his place of peace and light.
We also pray for his family.
For their faith in the risen Jesus Christ
to be true comfort.
Hello.
-Where's my money? -In your account, stupid.
-Half. -What we agreed on.
Now I want double.
We've already given you the money
we owed you.
You're not getting one more penny for the rest of your fucking life.
Hey, Sergiño. I have to go to Madrid, but I'll see you soon. Okay?
I promise we'll be much closer to you.
Come.
Micky?
Can we talk?
Doc.
Will you take them, please?
I should've let you know when I found out your father was sick.
No, there's no need to apologize.
I hope it's clear to you all I've ever wanted
is to take care of our family.
Listen.
I know you didn't visit Sergio because you didn't want to see your dad.
Luis was my son
and I will always miss him.
But he was...
a very difficult man, I won't deny it.
You're not to blame for not spending time with your brother.
But truth is
you barely know each other.
Sergio will live with me.
Excuse me?
-Sergio will come live with me. -Really?
Why is that?
He's fine here with us.
Do you think I'd let my brother grow up as I did?
Oh, look.
Stop talking about your childhood as if it was a tragedy.
At 11, you earned more cash than all of Cádiz.
-I don't want him near Tito. -Tito is his uncle.
Why wouldn't he see him?
I'm going to Madrid and talking to a lawyer.
Sergio is living with me.
MEDITERRANEAN SEA. 2005
Cheers!
Micky, I know you hate talking business before concerts,
but we need to talk. I need us to please--
Hey, I've had my vacation. Let's do the tour and that's it.
Right, but Joe and I haven't had a break,
we don't come from screwing 30 Russians in the Mediterranean.
They were Swedish.
You're an ass.
Let's see.
You can go on vacation after the tour.
Micky, we've earned almost 90 million with the tour.
When will you stop?
Never.
Yes!
So no vacation for us. Right?
Why are you so surprised?
You should be used to it by now.
-How are you? -Good.
Bye.
Can't you see it's always like this?
Screw everyone but him.
Joe. You're overstepping.
Why?
We can't even go to Toluca.
He goes to Greece, by Concorde.
It's been around five years since anyone flew in a Concorde.
He does, want to bet?
Right, but you're forgetting one thing, he's your boss.
And if your boss wants to go on with the tour, we go on.
We're done here, please.
-All right, wait. -God damn!
If we're not having vacations,
at least let's book additional dates.
-To earn more cash. -We can't.
He wants to start recording the album in a month, there's no time.
No more concerts, dude. Okay?
Come on, let's get to it.
-Always so positive. -Great, thanks.
See you in Mexico.
I can stay if you want, it's no trouble.
See you in a few days.
Good morning. Hello, Dulce.
All good?
-Good morning. Hi, Lety. -Good morning.
-Such a mess still. -Yes, I know.
Still putting things in place.
Well, this should be done already.
-Fresh coffee? -Yes, please.
-Come in. -Coming in.
Come in.
I have terrible news.
What?
I'm not dying.
You're an asshole.
You're such an asshole!
So, you won't need chemotherapy?
-No. -That's it?
The doctor says I'll be fine with just the surgery.
And what else?
That I should quit smoking.
Why are you smoking, Hugo?
I can't stop now, I'll get the surgery and then I'll stop.
Or when this fucking move is done, look at this.
- But we've made progress. -What progress? This is a mess.
It looks like a construction site, we can't receive people in this office.
-Oh my! -Listen.
How are we doing with the new vacancy?
Why do you insist on hiring more people?
Because I want help, more people.
Look at this office. Besides, I need a promoter to work here
with us and outside.
And I want the interviews this week, okay?
-Perfect, I'll start looking. -Okay, then.
RIVER, CHAMPION OF THE AMERICAS
-This is mine. -Yes.
Hugo.
It's great news.
Thanks.
Listen closely.
You're a hundred times more talented than all of these boys.
Think of your brother and father, Killo.
You're a Gallego, you're Luis Rey's son.
The art is within you, okay?
Sergio.
Now, go.
Show them everything you know.
Go on.
I'm so sorry, but the kid belongs to Matilde.
-Belongs? He's my brother. -Yes, I know.
But that's what your father decided. And there's not much we can do.
Isn't there anything I can do to take him with me?
You've told me your uncle is a bad influence for the kid.
The worst.
That's it, I need proof.
I need something to work on to be able to help you.
Give me something.
José, you have to think with me.
It's a good place, it's an excellent location.
It doesn't even have a name yet.
I don't know.
Peru isn't around the corner, Aurelio.
Don't get mad.
We're in Colombia, not in Mexico.
Think about it.
-Yes, I know it's closer. -Then what's your point?
Look, Aurelio, today is our last concert here.
-Okay. -I don't know.
I doubt the boss will want to book a new date.
Unless the offer is truly worthwhile.
How much are we talking about?
-You're late. -Yes, we'll hurry.
Ten.
Ten?
Aurelio, don't waste my time.
How much do you think a Luis Miguel concert is worth?
Eight.
Only 'cause I'm in a good mood.
In fact, you came complaining you were tired.
It's only one more show, we're not running an Ironman.
You obviously don't handle his schedule.
What do you mean? That I don't work enough?
That all I do is offer him shrimp tacos between songs?
Joe, enough already.
Stop it, bro.
We've never been on that stage, I'm not convinced.
If it's not a first-class venue, we won't play there. Period.
Right.
But I haven't told you how much.
Not interested.
Why are you such an ass, man?
Let's do this.
Chill out, we'll discuss it later. Okay?
Mauricio, all I ask is you think about it.
One second.
Because the offer is really worth it.
Listen to it.
All right, tell me.
Six million.
For one concert.
Fuck.
-That's a lot of money. -Yes, not bad.
Are you sure?
Well, we'll discuss it with Micky. Okay?
I'll go get him.
And I couldn't get my leg out.
MEXICO CITY, 1992
Great, Patricio.
But anyway.
Let's get to what you're here for.
A master's degree in Boston, a second master's in Boston.
Lots of experience. Your résumé is impressive.
Impressive? Are we looking for a translator?
Wait a minute.
You're a River fan?
-We are River fans, of course. -What a crime.
No.
If that's what you think, we're off to a bad start.
Tell me one good player that team has ever had.
I could name a hundred players. Beto Alonso.
Beto Alonso has nothing.
Nothing, Beto Alonso?
Francescoli, Onega, Labruna.
Name one great Boca player.
Ángel Clemente Rojas.
Rojitas. No, I can't believe this.
No.
No. Anyway, just so we're clear,
there's no chance I'd hire a Boca fan.
So, thanks for coming. Nice meeting you, maybe next time.
Why talk about soccer if I can't disagree?
Hugo, René called me.
Yes, we know you also worked with René.
I hope that's not a problem.
Actually, having worked with René is worse than being a Boca fan.
I won't waste any more of your time.
You know what I can do, you have my résumé
and it would be an honor to work for Luis Miguel.
And for you, of course.
So, we'll be in touch or should I start signing my contract?
-Thank you, Patricio, thanks for coming. -A pleasure.
-I'll close the door. -Yes, thanks.
So?
Are we going with Mestre?
Let me think about it.
Are they sure it wasn't Mom at the bank?
One hundred percent, Álex.
There are pictures and all, it was someone else.
Damn it, Micky.
What?
This lady is the neighbor.
Whose neighbor?
How would you know? You were never there. She's María.
From the house next-door to Las Matas.
No Álex, they said she had another name.
They're crazy, man. Either María changed her name or who knows?
But I swear to God this is María.
Why was she taking money out of Mom's account?
I don't know, bro.
But if she has Mom's passport, she must know where she is.
Maybe she gives her money, protects her.
First, we have to know where she is and talk to her.
You know what? Go with Sergio.
I'll call the agent and see what we can do.
Step by step, Alexito.
One step at a time.
Let's see if I understand correctly.
First, you leave my company
and now you expect me to help you get a new job?
Who do you want working with Luis Miguel?
Me or a stranger?
Instead of offering the job to Mestre, why don't I raise your salary?
Because I don't want to work here anymore.
Well, thanks a lot.
Offer the job to Mestre in Monterrey.
-I know him, he's not an idiot. -He's not?
Well, then I'll hire him right away.
Hire him and I'll handle the rest.
It's to your advantage for me to work at Publishow with Hugo.
Help me help you.
Where's Micky?
Micky is very busy right now, but he'll be here soon.
Has Granny told you I'm shooting a TV ad?
-What do you mean a TV ad? -Yes.
Who gave you permission to be in an ad?
It's for a board game, the one with the fleas. You know.
I'm also singing.
You're singing?
I don't understand.
-Why are you singing? -What?
Aren't you happy, Álex?
We took Sergio to a casting and he was--
After that, getting him a TV interview was easy.
You're getting that for him?
Of course, what do you think?
Will you stay for dinner?
-I'll stay for dinner. -Good, great.
It has onion, just the way you like it.
-Come on, honey. -Thanks, Granny.
Hey, how was the casting, Sergiño?
-Great. -I'll open a bottle of wine to celebrate.
We'll see, but I'm not taking the girls.
-Why not? -My dear Lalo Mestre.
-Pato. -How are you?
-Good. -Don't stand up.
-Nice to see you. -What's up?
Look what I brought you.
Let's see.
-Marianuca. -Dear.
-How are you? -Good, and you?
Very pretty, as always.
-Thanks. -How are your parents?
Great.
My mom saw your mom last week at poker.
She told me.
Those ladies are a threat in cards.
They never change.
And these girls are Sofía and Renata.
The prettiest girls in the club.
Well, congratulations, Lalo.
It's great you're taking that WEA job offer in Monterrey.
It's a great position.
In Monterrey?
-I didn't know. -Everyone wants to hire your husband.
I figure.
It's something I wanted to tell you.
Well, I'll leave you two, I'll go back to my golf,
but good luck, Lalo.
I wish you all the best, you'll do great. Bye.
-Marianuca. Bye. -Bye.
What Monterrey job offer?
Julieta, don't play with your food.
Weren't we in Lima last year?
It's been two years since we've been to Lima.
Well, it's no big deal, we can go there next summer.
Let's see.
In a week, we'll have what?
The big band album, Christmas--
-Yes. -Right?
It's no problem, we'll make it on time.
-It's only one more concert date. -Yes.
But in an unknown venue and a last-minute contract.
Let's not forget.
Micky, the musicians haven't stopped, they're beat.
Micky, you'll be the first Mexican singer to perform at this venue.
In fact, the venue is so new,
they haven't named it yet.
Imagine.
Foro Sol.
Come on, man. There's already a Foro Sol.
Well, the Luis Miguel Forum.
It doesn't matter, really.
What matters here is they'll let you name it.
I'll go, but...
only if they pay double.
They won't pay double.
They're paying you four times what our price is today.
Four.
I've negotiated.
Six million dollars, dude.
Make sure everything is all right.
You got it.
María.
María. Do you remember me?
What do you know about my mom?
About Marcela?
I haven't heard from her since I stopped working in Las Matas.
Are you sure?
Because look, I have proof here
from less than a year ago.
You went to a bank to withdraw money with my mom's passport.
-No. -María.
Either you tell me where she is or I'll call the police.
It's not the police I'm afraid of.
Then who?
What the hell, Micky?
What happened? Are you okay?
Micky.
Is everything okay?
Micky.
What happened?
It was Tito.
What?
Son of a bitch.
What did María say?
He's been bribing her.
He was the one
who gave her the passport to go to the bank.
That day at Las Matas...
Remember?
What?
That
she heard screams.
That day at Las Matas.
When she went to our place...
Tito opened the door...
with his shirt stained with blood.
We have to talk to that son of a bitch.
-You hear me? -Okay.
Hey.
We need to get Sergio out of there.
-Welcome, Tito. -Hi, how are you?
Great.
As you know, this is Luisito Rey's cousin.
And to our left is Sergio Gallego Basteri.
Will you come here? Come on. Get closer.
Sit on my lap.
Your granny takes care of you, right, Sergio?
Yes.
Do you remember your brother, Luis Miguel?
Yes, I just saw him recently.
Your uncle said you'd sing us a song.
-Well-- -Yes.
He sings like the angels.
Really? Well, let's hear him.
Come on, Sergio, sing us a song.
It's clear, isn't it?
They'll exploit him for every penny he's worth.
Come on, Sergio can't be near Tito.
The kid doesn't seem uncomfortable near him.
Maybe a bit nervous cause he's on TV,
but, frankly, it doesn't seem like he's being forced.
Let's see.
I want to take him to Mexico now.
I'm sorry, but that's not proof enough to say he's being abused.
I'd love to help you, but this is not enough.
Excuse me, sir, sorry to interrupt, but you have a call.
Excuse me.
Let's find another lawyer.
No.
We have to change our plan.
Well, I hope your time with us is fruitful.
There.
This is your office.
Ladies, Mr. Robles here is now working with us.
So, let's leave this office for him, please.
Apologies.
Thank you.
This office is probably not the best, but--
Don't say a word, it's perfect. The space is fine. Thanks, Hugo.
-Lots of luck. -Thank you.
-Enjoy it. -Thanks.
Thank you.
No. I agree.
Why don't we talk about this in person?
In an hour?
Perfect, I'll see you then.
Thanks.
You have two hours to get to the airport.
Okay?
Are you sure, bro?
Of course. I trust you.
I trust you.
Good luck, man.
Did you tell Granny we're going on a trip?
Yes, Sergiño.
We talked.
And she's very happy we'll be together.
Are you happy?
-Yes. -Great.
All right. Let's go.
Good. Come on.
There you go.
Come on, Micky, the intro has started.
I told you we only perform at top venues.
This is a hellhole.
He can't always sing at the National Auditorium.
No, you know what's wrong?
If his career rested on you, we'd be playing at a karaoke joint.
Right, 'cause everything Luis Miguel has is thanks to you.
-You could say that. -You and your priest shirt.
-Let's go. -Micky.
-Okay, hurry. -Testing.
Thanks for coming.
No, Micky, it's a pleasure. Let's talk about Sergio, okay?
I'm so happy you want to be involved in his career
and are helping me with his debut.
Sergio is on a plane heading for Mexico.
With whom?
Alejandro took him to the airport.
You'll never see him again.
Look, Micky, Matilde is keeping Sergio.
I won't let you do to my brother what you and my father did to me.
Never in my fucking life.
Then there's nothing else to say, if you took the kid--
No, there is more to say.
Let's talk about María Carrasco.
-I don't know what you mean. -Doesn't ring any bells?
Didn't she house sit the neighbors' house at Las Matas?
The one you bribed and threatened?
The one from whom you took my mother's passport?
No. I don't know who she is.
It's going great, so give it your all. Though, let me tell you,
I'm a bit sick of Joe meddling in my affairs.
Can't you hear the crowd? They're going crazy.
But the music--
The music is shit, isn't it?
Are you an expert on acoustics now?
Just get out there.
I know you know...
where my mom is.
I don't know, Micky.
Okay.
For fuck's sake!
Where is my mom?
I don't know!
I know you know, son of a bitch.
-Where is she, asshole? -Micky, don't!
-I don't know. -Fuck, your shirt was all blood-stained!
-I'll kill you! -It wasn't me! I didn't do it.
-What did you do to her? -It was your dad! It was your father!
He forced me to blackmail María!
He gave me her passport, her accounts--
What did my dad do?
-What did he do? -It was an accident.
They were quarreling--
What did he do? Where's my mom?
Go to Las Matas!
Go to Las Matas, look for her.
It was an accident, Micky.
No, it can't be.
This can't be true.
Out, let's get him out!
It's not true.
Joe!
Joe, an ambulance, hurry!
Call an ambulance!
Everyone out!
Subtitle translation by: Harry Darkins