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MEXICO CITY, 2005
Thank you.
Listen to me carefully.
I want to sue that son of a bitch, that promoter. You hear me?
I want him to pay.
Him and his damn venue.
If you have to speak to the president, do it, I don't give a damn.
Don't strain yourself. Listen.
I was sent a report. It was an accident. It was a short--
I don't give a fuck.
It's my ear.
You're absolutely right, but what can we do?
Should we make a scandal? Let everyone know?
Look, we've figured it all out.
Joe is giving the media a story.
This way, we'll avoid speculation.
And don't worry about Joe, he could fool his own mother.
Hey, do you want to be alone, or should I call someone?
Who?
Alex.
Miguel.
Doctor.
Ready?
Thanks.
Listen to me.
I won't leave your side, okay?
Thank you.
No need to thank me.
That's what friends are for.
Damn, I knew you were a cheapskate, but this?
What do you want me to do, Mauricio? I can't sleep.
Quit coke and you'll sleep like a baby.
I don't know what'll happen.
If something goes wrong, his career could be ruined.
Listen, I want you to speak to the media.
Explain to them that he couldn't perform in Peru because he was exhausted.
Are we clear?
Sure.
-You told him about the report? -Yes.
The doctor says he might've lost some of his hearing.
Well. Don't worry.
-I'll handle the press. -Okay.
Go prepared, please.
I don't want you to improvise as usual.
Who do you think I am, Mauricio?
Sergio won't stop talking about Granny.
MEXICO CITY, 1992
He misses her, man.
We should spend more time with him.
-As soon as this Mossad thing is over. -And in the meantime?
You don't eat, don't sleep, won't step outside the house.
-You won't take Érika's calls. -Alexito, I'm fine.
Get some rest, sleep. I mean it, I'm fine.
I don't get you, dude.
How can you believe such a thing? Especially coming from fucking Tito.
Step by step, okay?
We'll see.
Do you really think she's buried at Las Matas?
I don't, man.
Come in.
This is Patricio Robles, our resident promoter.
He's been working with us for a week.
-And, well-- -A pleasure, Micky.
How are you?
He got you the Eres cover.
And since that came up, we were just talking about it.
About the cover, the awards and of some of the concerts.
Micky, we know you're going through a shitty time, we want to help.
But we think it would be a great opportunity
for you to perform live again, for people to see you're fine, up and running.
What do you think?
Well...
The cover photoshoot could be tomorrow, fine.
Forget about the awards.
I don't want to sing until I release something new.
Did I hear that right? You won't perform
until you release new material?
What's your name?
Patricio.
Will you give us a sec?
Of course, excuse me.
All I care about is knowing
about the house.
Buying the house is difficult, we can't make it happen.
Buying a house that's not on sale is tricky.
Double the offer, ten million dollars.
Talk to a lawyer, I don't know.
It's not about the house, it's something else.
People live there, they're in the house and don't want to sell it.
It's beyond my power.
Of course, because all you think about is Eres magazine, the awards--
-The shows-- -Our job is to promote you.
No!
Your job
is to help me.
Me.
I asked you to do it, Hugo. Please, I beg you.
How many times have I told you? Please.
Get me the house, it's all I care about.
You know me better than anyone, please.
Tell me your only worry is the surgery and not something else.
-What do you want me to say? -That.
You need to think about yourself, enough about work, we're home.
-Yes. -Your cigarettes.
Thanks, José. Leave them in the living room, please.
-Okay. -Bring them to me, José.
-No, in the living room. -José.
Thanks.
Your change.
Excuse me, good night.
Mr. Hugo.
The keys, where should I leave them?
On the countertop. I have to be out by 8:00 tomorrow.
Okay, got it. Excuse me.
You smoke here now?
Get off my back, Lucía.
I'm having surgery, then I'll quit. I can't right now.
Do what you want. I mean it.
MEXICO CITY, 2005
Dear journalists. Good evening.
No, no cameras.
It's just some news to ease your minds.
Okay? All right?
Luis Miguel is perfect, guys.
He's better than ever.
What's happening with him is--
Write this down.
He's eager to go back to Lima to finish his concert performance.
Thank you very much.
Aurelio, what a surprise.
I've never heard so many lies per minute.
Quite convincing though, huh?
Look, bro, I want my cash back.
Now.
Aurelio.
If you're here to threaten me, don't waste your time.
A report came in a few days ago.
It was your fault.
My fault?
Was it me who didn't buy the breakers to spare some cash?
-Was it me? -Keep it down.
Pay me back.
Or I'll sue Luis Miguel for breach of contract.
Am I clear?
Good evening.
Welcome, sir.
-Magda. -Yes, sir?
Will you bring me my pills when you come down?
Yes, of course, sir.
Do you think drinking is a good idea?
Micky, you know what the doctor said.
What will I do if I can't sing for a year?
I'll tell you: rest.
We've made more than 90 million dollars with the tour.
I think it's time we slow down a bit, Micky.
Did you hear the doctor?
I lost part of my hearing.
I know.
We'll get you every treatment possible, I promise.
But now, focus on resting, okay?
Take care of yourself.
Micky.
Sergiño.
I'm looking for some tapes I brought from Madrid.
Magda said they were here.
-Sorry. -Damn it Sergio, what did you do?
For fuck's sake, damn it!
Give me that.
-Go to your room. -Sorry.
You can't interrupt me when I'm on the phone. Okay?
If you see me on the phone, you can't come in.
-I was looking for my tapes. -Doc!
-Doc! Go to your room. -What's going on? Doc isn't here.
I was trying to talk to the agent and the kid came in.
Damn, "the kid" is your brother, don't be this way.
If you don't like it, you can go back home.
I want to see you having more fun, guys.
That's it.
There, perfect.
Perfect.
The bow, please.
Spot on the middle. There.
Now, I want you face to face, eye to eye. Yeah.
Micky.
-Hey-- -Good.
Micky, turn this way, please.
Sorry. Micky you have a call.
Take the message, please.
Micky.
It's urgent.
I think it's from the US.
Excuse me a sec.
-Be right back. -One minute.
Hello, Micky.
Want to eat?
No.
I'm not hungry.
Hey, Érika called again.
Micky.
What's up, dude?
-You're not calling her? -Cut me some slack.
-I just talked to the agent. -Okay, what did he say?
Nothing. Hugo hasn't bought the house,
so he'll have to forge the documents.
-No way. -To make it happen.
This is crazy, tell the Mossad
to keep looking, there's no way she's there.
Listen.
First, we have to find out if what Tito said is true.
Have you seen my passport? The agent needs it.
-Will you ever stop? -Never, damn it! Never!
-Come on. -Go get the doc.
You know I want to find her as much as you do.
Have you seen my passport or not?
-But not this way. -Alejandro.
Go get the doc.
Thanks.
What in the hell are you doing in my storage room?
I'm looking for a song for Luis Miguel's new album.
From all the songs we rejected.
He left the shoot.
The Eres shoot.
And he won't perform at the awards unless he has new material.
He left the shoot?
You didn't know?
You should by now.
Don't worry, I'm handling it.
I'll be back for the rest.
Put all of these here.
Leave that for now.
And take this to the cleaners.
What?
Look. What do you think?
Very nice, huh?
It's great, Mom. Will you give me my tape?
You quit your job for this?
Patricio, go back to your father's firm.
I don't care about being a lawyer. Can I have my tape back, please?
Stop all this nonsense and get a real job.
See you on Sunday.
Patricio, you'd better be there.
What I don't understand is what the hell you were thinking.
He asked me to go to Acapulco.
Look, man, if you feel guilty about Peru, go to therapy.
But don't take Micky to Acapulco after he's had surgery.
I don't feel guilty about a thing.
-Sure. -You've seen the report.
It was an accident.
It was an accident on the date you insisted on until we agreed. Right?
He accepted the offer. Didn't he?
Sure. Wait, I’m not done with you.
Tell me, Micky.
Yes.
Right now, bro?
No, dude, not now, you're kidding.
Right.
Right, but your hearing worries me, dude.
I'm just saying you shouldn't rush it, but okay.
Okay. Sure, fine.
I'll get on it and let you know.
All right, pig-head.
Fuck.
What did he want?
We're recording Navidades today.
What did I say?
Orders are orders.
Right.
MEXICO CITY, 1992
Micky.
Honey. My love, I know.
I know.
I'm sorry. I've been--
Very busy. You won't take my calls, won't call me--
I've had the worst days.
Cut me some slack. Give me time--
Either we're together or we're not.
-Should I stop searching for my mom then? -No.
I want you not to push me away.
I'm not pushing you away, I need time to figure this out.
It's the same thing.
Well.
Tell me what to do.
What do I do?
I'm going to New York.
Really?
With whom?
With Ximena, she's studying drama there and invited me.
So I'm going.
Perfect. Right?
Yes, 'cause you won't answer my calls.
You don't call to me, 'cause I've no clue what's happening with your mom.
I have no news about your brothers.
Why should I stay?
You're right.
Why should you stay?
But, they want to take the house from them?
That's what he said.
I don't know what's happening to him.
Look, since Micky talked to Tito, he's going insane.
He won't sleep, he's always angry.
He won't rest, he even yelled at Sergio the other day.
I don't know what to do, Hugo.
I say he should stop all this.
Why don't you talk to him?
He only listens to you.
Let me guess. He said,
I'm never around Sergio, that I'm a bad brother,
that I won't take Érika's calls, that he's worried about me.
-Right? -Precisely.
But he's not the only one who's worried about you.
How long have we worked together? Six years?
How much of that time have I spent looking for my mom?
There hasn't been a day in those six years I didn't support you.
But then...
it kept me thinking...
nothing you find will ever satisfy you.
And that that will hurt you, you must realize that.
Let's suppose
you find out it was Luis who did it.
What would you do then?
Will you announce, "My father did it"?
You can't.
You know what that'll mean.
So...
what's the use in all this?
Knowing the truth.
The truth?
What truth?
Tito says it was your dad.
Maybe it wasn't your dad, and it was Tito.
Or someone else.
Can't you see?
How will you know who did it?
There's no end to this.
I'm sorry, I know this subject is
huge, but the only truth
is that your mom--
Your mom is gone.
I don't think she'd be happy to see you
missing out on life looking for her.
Enough.
Is your lecture over?
Micky.
One second.
I know it's not my place, but I found a Juan Luis Guerra song
that could be exactly what you're looking for.
Listen.
To the melody.
The lyrics.
What do you think?
Don't ever touch me again.
No, Patricio. It can't be.
You talked to René behind my back.
You meddle in other people's affairs,
you follow Micky as if you were a peddler.
You've only worked here two weeks. You can't do that!
-I have to fire you. -I get it if you fire me.
I'm just asking you to listen to this--
It's not your place to ask, just understand.
You're stepping out of line.
This is not how this works.
Forgive me, please, Hugo.
Listen to this Luis Guerra song.
Even if the song was by Gardel,
it has nothing to do with what you did, you can't undo it.
-Do you understand what I'm saying? -I completely understand.
I won't ever interfere again, I promise.
This song
is perfect for Luis Miguel.
And I'm not saying this as his employee.
I'm saying this
as his fan.
MEXICO CITY, 2005
No, sorry.
You know what? Sometimes it seems everyone but me is Deaf.
Didn't the doctor say he had to rest for a few months? A year?
A year. Yet here we are, singing fucking Christmas carols.
If Micky says he can sing, it means he can sing.
Yeah, right. As if we didn't know him.
Okay, I'm here, let's do it.
Enough already.
Come on.
Just look at you, bro.
What?
Listen, there's no need to do this right now,
we can do it some other time, it's fine.
Listen to him.
Come on.
Listen, Micky, you don't have to do this now.
Stop.
How's my band tonight?
How are you?
Are you ready?
Great.
It's okay, leave it.
It's water.
Micky? Are you okay?
Should we stop?
One more time.
Don't rush, follow my voice.
-Follow me. -One more time.
Hit it, Nico.
Micky?
Micky, are you all right?
Micky.
Can you hear me?
Micky, can you hear me?
It's fine.
Don't worry.
Get me out of here.
Sure. You got it.
Guys, we're done.
It's enough.
-I'm fine. -Come on.
-I'm fine, damn it! -Okay.
What did you agree with Bergson?
Things are coming along, moving forward.
You have to lean on your friends, your family
your brothers, the people who love you.
You need affection right now.
What about your daughter?
-My daughter? -Yes.
I don't know anything about her, Hugo.
Wait, hold on. Don't be upset.
But I feel it's all part of the same problem.
Loved ones, the nest,
family.
Forgive me.
Think about it.
Maybe not right now, but it may be time to reconnect.
I don't know.
-It's your call. -Maybe, perhaps. I don't know.
Okay.
Well, now--
Yes, listen. One more thing.
-Here. -What is this?
Listen to it.
It's the song Patricio insisted on.
-Unbelievable! -I know.
I feel the same way.
I hate to admit it, but you know what?
The song is perfect for the album.
Perfect.
Listen to it.
Okay, I'll listen.
Okay, think about what I said.
I'll listen to it.
Okay.
-Sir. -Yes?
Let's go.
Why are you still awake, Sergiño?
What are you watching?
Do you remember that day?
Yes.
You weren't born yet.
They really loved each other, right?
Yes.
They loved each other very much.
Hey.
Go back to bed.
Okay?
We'll watch this together later, okay?
Get some rest.
What did you settle with Bergson?
Nothing. I think--
I think he'll never take my calls again.
Thanks.
I'm sorry, Micky.
You were right.
We should...
look forward.
That's what she would've wanted.
You know what?
I don't know.
I won't lose hope.
Ever.
I'll dedicate the entire album to my mom.
Whatever you want.
Shall we?
Let's go.
Pato.
Micky.
Good call.
Thanks.
It's a masterpiece, Pato.
Especially for me right now.
All right... hit it.
-Micky. -How are you?
Micky.
Can I offer you a drink?
No. I'm--
I'm fine.
I'm perfectly fine.
Hey.
Just tell me one thing. Does she--
Does she hate me?
No, she doesn't hate you.
Micky,
she's dying to know you.
"When he set eyes on the dazzling girl and her improvised bed,
he came close as if
attracted by a magnet."
-"He knelt down--" -Hello, Michelle.
Hello.
I brought you a present.
The bow isn't perfect, but I kind of--
Subtitle translation by: Harry Darkins