A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
[thunder rumbling]
MADRID, SPAIN 1993
[in English] This one, yes?
Yeah.
We can get inside without a problem.
We just need enough time in the backyard to do our job.
What if you find something?
Let's cross that bridge when we get there.
The problem is the house isn't yours anymore.
There are clearly people living there.
What if you go while they're out of town? Or something like that--
Who knows when that'll be? No, let's get this over with.
We go in, we do our thing, even if the family is there.
Uh-- Wait, what do you mean?
There's a thousand ways to go about this.
We could flood the place, we could set it on fire.
The point is to get the family out of there in any way we can.
But there are kids living there.
Just let us do our job, okay?
What if I bought the house?
Uh... You know, um... Would that make it easier for you?
It'll take longer.
I wanna do this right.
I work for the Israeli government, Mr. Gallego.
We're doing this as a favor.
I'm giving you two weeks to purchase the house. After that, I'm gone.
Two weeks.
Thank you.
[engine starts]
MEXICO CITY, 2005
[machines bleeping]
[in Spanish] 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.
-Ssh. -I don't give a damn.
Don't strain yourself. Listen. Listen to me.
I was sent a report. It was an accident.
-It was a short-- -[grunts]
Ssh.
I don't give a fuck.
It's my ear.
You're absolutely right, but what can we do?
Should we create 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. -[door opens]
[door closes]
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.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
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's going to 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 you usually do.
Who do you think I am, Mauricio?
Relax.
[Alex] Sergio won't stop talking about Granny, Micky.
MEXICO CITY, 1992
-He misses her, man. -[TV playing]
[sighs]
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.
[Luis sighs]
Do you really think she's buried at Las Matas, Micky?
I don't, man.
[Hugo] Come in, 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?
[Hugo] He got you the Eres cover.
And since that came up, we were just talking about it.
About the cover, the awards and 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?
[sniffs]
Well...
The cover photoshoot could be tomorrow, fine.
Forget about the awards.
I don't want to sing until I release something new.
Let me see if I get this. You won't perform
until you release new material?
What's your name?
Patricio.
Will you give us a moment?
Of course, excuse me.
All I care about is knowing about the house.
Buying the house is difficult, Micky. We can't make it happen.
Buying a house that's not for sale
-is tricky-- -Double the offer, ten million dollars.
-Talk to a lawyer, I don't know, Hugo-- -It's not about the house.
It's something else.
People live there, they're in the house and they 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-- -Micky. Micky. 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.
[cicadas chirping]
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 at home. -[José coughs]
-Yes. -Your cigarettes.
Thanks, José. Leave them in the living room, please.
-[José] Okay. -Bring them to me, José.
-No, in the living room. -José.
Thanks.
Uh, your change.
Excuse me, good night.
-Mr. Hugo. -Mmm?
The keys, where should I leave them?
[Hugo] On the countertop.
I have to be out by eight tomorrow.
[José] 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.
[Lucía] Do what you want. I mean it.
MEXICO CITY, 2005
[clears throat]
Dear journalists. Good evening.
No, no, no, no. No cameras.
I just have 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.
[reporters murmuring]
[clears throat]
[sighs]
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, eh?
A report came in a few days ago.
It was your fault.
[scoffs]
My fault?
[laughs]
Was it me who couldn't spare 5,000 bucks for some breakers?
-Huh? Was it me? -Keep it down.
-[sighs] -Pay me back.
Or I'll sue Luis Miguel for breach of contract.
Am I clear?
Okay. Good.
Good evening.
Welcome, sir.
-Magda. -Yes, sir?
Will you bring me my pills when you come down?
Yes, of course, sir.
[Luis sighs]
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 possible treatment, Micky, I promise.
But for now, focus on resting, okay?
Take care of yourself.
[sighs]
[Mauricio walks away]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[grunts]
[sighs]
[high-pitched ringing]
[ringing fades]
[ringing grows louder]
[ringing fades]
[high-pitched ringing continuing]
[ringing fades]
[ringing grows louder]
[ringing fades]
[ringing grows louder]
[ringing fades]
-[in English] Agent Bergson's office. -Hi. Uh...
[in English] This is Luis Miguel Gallego Basteri.
I was wondering if Agent Bergson was there.
[woman] I'm sorry, he isn't here.
-Would you like-- -[Sergio] Micky!
-Micky. -One second, please. Sergiño. Hey.
-Yes? Are you there? -[in Spanish] I'm looking for my tapes.
-[in Spanish] Magda said they were here. -[in English] Yes. Uh...
-Can I leave a message? -Of course.
Yes, uh... I'll leave a message.
-What's your message? -Just...
-if he can call me back whenever-- -[clatters]
-Hello? Hello? Hello? -[dialing tone]
-[in Spanish] 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? -Okay, 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.
[woman] I want to see you having more fun, guys.
That's it.
There, perfect.
Perfect, perfect.
The bow, please.
[phone ringing]
Spot on the middle. There.
Now, I want you face to face, eye to eye. Yeah.
-[Doc] Micky. Micky. -That's right.
-Not now. -[photographer] Good.
-Micky, this way, please. -Micky!
-No! Don't interrupt. -Sorry. Micky, you have a call.
[Luis] Take a message, please.
Micky. Micky.
It's urgent.
I think it's from the US.
Excuse me a sec.
-Sorry. -[Patricio] One minute.
[in English] Hello?
[Bergson] Have you bought the house?
Not yet. [sighs]
You're calling because you can't buy it? Is that it?
I told you you didn't have to do that.
I don't want you doing anything to the property or to the family.
There are a thousand ways to get this done.
We could make the owners sell, believe me.
We could forge a deed in order to give you the house.
-Take your pick. -Okay, well then,
the deed thing.
Will they know it was me? I have to be very careful.
Listen, Mr. Gallego, we've been very patient.
But I need to be in Cape Town in a week.
Make up your mind now.
Okay, um...
Okay, uh... let's, um...
Do what you have to do.
Perfect. I'll need a copy of your passport.
Today.
Okay.
[footsteps approaching]
Hello, Micky.
Want something to eat?
[Luis] Uh, no.
I'm not hungry.
Hey, Érika called again.
[footsteps receding]
[Alex] Micky.
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?
Uh... Nothing. 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, listen, listen.
[sighs] 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!
-Hey-- -Go get Doc.
Dude, 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 Doc.
Thanks, Emi.
What in the hell are you doing in my storage room?
I'm looking for a song for Luis Miguel's new album.
Among 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 know by now.
Don't worry, I'm handling it.
I'll be back for the rest.
[woman] Put all of these here.
Leave that for now.
And take this to the cleaners.
[sighs]
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?
[sighs]
Stop all this nonsense and get a real job.
See you on Sunday.
Patricio, you'd better be there.
[upbeat dance music playing]
[high-pitched ringing]
[music becomes muffled]
[ringing grows louder]
[muffled voices echoing]
[music fades in and out]
[ringing grows more intense]
[muffled chanting]
[laughing]
-[moaning] -[high-pitched ringing continues]
[Mauricio] What I don't understand is what the hell you were thinking.
[laughs]
He asked me to go to Acapulco.
Look, man, if you feel guilty about Peru, go to therapy. Eh?
But don't take Micky to Acapulco after he's had surgery.
I don't feel guilty about a thing.
-I know. -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?
-[phone rings] -Sure. Tito will finish you.
What's up, Micky?
Yes. [clears throat]
Right now, bro?
No, dude, not now, you're kidding.
Right.
But your hearing worries me, dude.
I'm just saying you shouldn't rush it, but okay.
Okay, okay, okay. Sure, fine.
I'll get on it and let you know.
All right, pig-head.
Fuck. [sighs]
What did he want?
Oy...
We're recording Navidades today.
[laughs]
Didn't I tell you?
Orders are orders.
-Hmm. -Hmm?
[humming tune]
Right.
[helicopter engine whirring]
[siren wailing]
[Érika] Micky.
Honey. My love, I know.
I know, 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 time.
-Cut me some slack. Give me time-- -Either we're together or we're not.
Huh.
-Should I stop searching for my mom? -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. Um...
Tell me what to do.
What-- what do I do?
I'm going to New York.
Really?
Huh.
With whom?
With Ximena, she's studying drama there. She invited me.
I'm going.
[sniffs]
-Perfect. Right? -Yes, 'cause you won't answer my calls.
You don't call 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.
Oh.
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.
[scoffs]
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 made me think...
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 make an announcement? "My father did it"?
You can't.
You know what that would 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.
Okay, enough. Is your lecture over?
[Patricio] 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.
-[elevator bell dings] -What do you think?
Don't ever touch me again.
[scoffs]
[Hugo] 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.
But 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 step out of line again, I promise you.
This song
is perfect for Luis Miguel.
And I'm not saying this as his employee.
I'm saying this...
as his fan.
No, no, 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. -[sighs]
[Luis] Hah! Okay, I'm here, let's do it.
[Mauricio sighs]
[sighs] Enough already.
Mmm. 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.
[band playing slow jazz]
Listen, Micky, you don't have to do this now.
Ah, stop, stop, stop.
-How's my band tonight? -[sighs]
[laughs]
-How are you? -[high-pitched ringing]
Are you ready?
[ringing stops]
Great.
Hah.
[ice cubes rattle]
It's okay, leave it.
It's water.
[sniffs]
[in English] Let's try. No?
[sighs] Come on.
[slow jazz plays]
[in Spanish] ♪ Silent night ♪
♪ Holy night ♪
-♪ All is calm ♪ -[high-pitched ringing]
♪ All is bright ♪
-♪ Round-- ♪ -[ringing grows more intense]
Micky? Are you okay?
Should we stop?
-One more time. Once more. -[ringing fades]
Don't rush, follow my voice.
-Follow me. -[Mauricio] One more time. Hit it, Nico.
[band plays]
♪ Silent nigh t ♪
♪ Holy night ♪
♪ All is calm, all is bright ♪
-♪ Round yon virgin Mother and... child ♪ -[sound distorting]
[clattering]
[high-pitched ringing]
[muffled] Micky? Micky? Huh?
Micky, are you all right?
[echoing] Micky.
Can you hear me?
-[snaps fingers] -Micky, can you hear me?
It's fine.
Don't worry.
[ringing continuing]
Get me out of here.
Sure. You got it.
-Guys, we're done. It's enough. -Okay.
-I'm fine, I'm fine. -Come on. Let's go.
-Uh-- I'm fine, damn it! -Okay.
[Luis sighs]
[high-pitched ringing continuing]
[Hugo] What's the deal with Bergson?
[Luis] Things are coming along, moving forward.
[Hugo] You have to lean on your friends, your family,
your brothers, the people who love you.
You need affection right now.
[sighs]
What about your daughter?
-My daughter? -Yes.
I don't know anything about her, Hugo.
-Wait, hold on. Don't be upset. Don't. -It's-- No.
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. Uh--
-It's your call. -Maybe, perhaps. I don't know.
-Okay. Okay. -Well, now--
Yes, listen. One more thing. Uh...
Here.
-What is this? -Listen to it.
It's the song Patricio insisted on.
-Unbelievable! -I know.
I feel the exact 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 hear it.
Okay, and think about what I said.
-I'll listen to it. -[chuckles] Okay.
-[José] Sir. -Yes?
-We're late. -Let's go.
[thunder rumbling]
[song playing indistinctly]
[thunder crashes]
[distant music playing]
♪ Your words are caresses To my heart, Marcela ♪
♪ My cloudy sky Was lit by your sun, Marcela... ♪
Why are you still awake, Sergiño?
♪ The truth about a great love... ♪
What are you watching?
Do you remember that day?
Yes.
You weren't born yet.
♪ This is a love song for you, Marcela... ♪
They really loved each other, right?
♪ Marcela, I'll adore you always... ♪
Yes.
They loved each other very much.
Hey.
[whispers] Go back to bed.
Okay?
-We'll watch this together later, okay? -Okay.
[Luis] Get some rest.
[sighs]
[distant siren wailing]
[dialing]
[bleeping]
-[in English] Hello? -Mr. Bergson?
-This is Luis Miguel. -Yes.
I've decided to--
I don't want you going in the house anymore.
Mr. Gallego, the Mossad doesn't just do favors for anybody.
-You understand that, right? - I'm sorry. I know.
And I appreciate everything you've done, but I--
I can't. I can't.
Mr. Gallego, our business here is over.
I understand.
There'll be no more communicating with us.
[dialing tone]
[sighs]
[Hugo] What did you settle with Bergson?
Nothing. Nothing. I think--
[scoffs] I don't think he'll ever take my calls again.
[Hugo sighs]
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.
[sighs]
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... [coughs]
Hit it. [clears throat]
♪ Until you forget me, I'll keep trying ♪
♪ No one will dry your lips from me Within or without ♪
♪ No one will shed away my name Any given day ♪
♪ Until you forget me so bad ♪
♪ There's no tomorrow or later, no... ♪
Hi.
-Micky. -How are you?
[song continues playing]
Micky.
Can I offer you a drink?
No, no, no, no, no. I'm--
I'm fine.
I'm perfectly fine.
♪ No one will ever strip my lips As your smile does... ♪
Hey.
Just tell me one thing. Does she--
Does she hate me?
No, she doesn't hate you.
Micky,
she's dying to meet you.
♪ Until you forget me ♪
♪ I'll love you so, so much ♪
♪ Like fire in your arms ♪
♪ Until you forget me ♪
♪ And I'm shattered to a thousand pieces ♪
♪ I'll continue my big stage performance ♪
♪ Until ♪
♪ You forget me ♪
[Michelle] "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--
♪ Until you forget me ♪
♪ And I'm shattered to a thousand pieces ♪
♪ I'll continue my big stage performance ♪
♪ Until ♪
♪ You forget me ♪
♪ Until you forget me ♪
♪ Ooh ♪