01x09 - Traigan a Johnny Abbes

[bunniefuu]

Don't give up.

They k*lled him. They gave him insulin,
made him sick and k*lled him.

I was the artist of the regime.

THE GIPSY SHOW

-The same regime that tortured her father.
-My mission is clear, and it's to fight.

I want to see more women
active in political parties,

in public office, serving the country.

I want to make
the Dominican Republic

the center of the free world.

To demonstrate our moral superiority.

Through radio and television.

He offered me the world.
He was so powerful.

- Nice to meet you. A real pleasure.
- Be careful out here.

- You never thought of escaping?
- The one time I tried,

I realized I was locked in a gilded cage.

41:38 04:02 p.m.
Zurdo M

This story is inspired by real events.

All characters and events depicted
have been created for dramatic purposes.

Any similarity with reality
is purely coincidental.

Great.

- Mom.
- Sweetie.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

-Yes, sweetie.
-Mrs. Chea, it's good to see you.

-How are you, Manolo?
-Doing well.

Here's the salad.

When do you want to tell them?

-Should we wait until dessert?
-Better right away.

Guess who came by the shop.

- Who?
- Ismael Carrillo.

- I can't believe it.
- Mm-hmm.

Mom, did you hear that?

About time he showed up.

- Aren't you eating?
- And paid us what he owes.

That's what's so funny.
He acted like nothing had happened.

- Family, we have something to tell you.
- Just a minute, Minerva.

He walked in totally calm
and greeted me like always.

You know, like a gentleman. He asked--

Quiet, Minerva has something to say.

Family…

Manolo and I are getting married.

- What? No way.
- Really?

No way.

Go to your aunt.

-Go congratulate her.
-Oh, Mom.

What good news.

- Let's go congratulate your aunt.
- Oh, Mom.

Congratulations!

- Thank you so much.
- Great! Next, the wedding.

Oh, it's so exciting.

In this house,
whatever the women say, the men obey.

Manolo, good for you.

You have a strong
and beautiful woman by your side.

I know, Mrs. Chea. Believe me, I know.

Come here, Manolo!

The CRY of the BUTTERFLIES

REPUBLIC OF ARGENTINA
PASSPORT

-Please remove your hat and glasses.
-Yes.

BAGGAGE

Reason for visiting
the Dominican Republic?

Tourism.

Argentinean.
Why are you arriving from Puerto Rico?

Uh, I wanted to visit
the two biggest islands in the Caribbean.

I'm doing research to see which one
has the most beautiful women.

- Next.
- Go ahead.

Thanks.

That's him.

You're sure that's him?

Yeah, that's him.

He saw us.

- Stop! Military Intelligence!
- Stop. Where are you going?

Wait. Hold on a minute.

Keep going. Come on.

Let's go. Start the car.

Let's follow them.

-Let's follow them.
-No. There's no point.

Those b*stards are headed to their base.

We have to notify our comrades
so they can talk to the embassy.

We have to do
more than just pose for photos.

We need to find solutions.
We have to solve this.

We don't know
where the attack will come from.

There's unrest in Cuba,
and we don't know what's going on.

Haiti doesn't want to assist us.

What do we do? Ideas.

We need ideas.
We need to be out there making statements.

You all can't just sit there quietly,
expecting me to solve everything. No.

- We need solutions--
- Hey.

- Hmm?
- Go ahead.

Yes, sir.

He entered with a false passport,
using the alias "Leonardo Coronel,"

but his real name is Ciro Redondo.

Forty years old, Argentinean.

A loyal aide of Fidel Castro who
took part in the Moncada Barracks attack.

He was one of the men
who was in prison with him.

He traveled from Cuba to Mexico,
and from there he held--

Sons of b*tches.

And now they're headed here.

That good-for-nothing f*gg*t Batista
should've k*lled them all.

Fortunately, we're better than the Cubans.

Let's show the world
what we do to communists in this country.

Of course.

From now on, n*gro, your messages
should emphasize the threat of this…

uh, communist infiltration.

And have the press play up
the fact that we captured one of them.

Consider it done.

So, what does he go by? Coronel? What?

Ciro Redondo.

Redondo, or whatever he goes by
in the Dominican Republic:

who are his contacts?

- Democratic Youth, mainly.
- Mm-hmm.

- Or one of their factions.
- Hmm.

I have informants at all the universities…

- Hmm.
- …and we know that they're divided.

Oh, so they study?

They're in our universities.

Those places are a nest of Marxists.
A real nest of vipers.

We have to crack down on them.

-Which students?
-Manuel Tavares.

Mm-hmm.

- Leandro Guzmán.
- Mm-hmm.

Jesús Luna, a native of Puerto Plata.

Minerva Mirabal.

And for the past two years,
her two sisters,

who also joined the militants.

María Teresa and Patria.

Birds of a feather flock together.

And another thing, Generalissimo.

Manuel Tavares,
whom the communists call Manolo,

is the boyfriend of Minerva Mirabal.

Is that so?

Impressive intelligence by Alves,
wouldn't you say?

Yes, sir.

All right.

We have one advantage.

We know what's coming
and can prepare for it.

Of course,

given the current state of our
intelligence system, this is insufficient.

We should expand it,
give it more resources,

more power,

and coordinate everything with the army.

We're going to create
a military intelligence service.

And I have just the right person to do so.

Jimmy Alves.

Very good.

He'll answer… directly to me.

Mm-hmm.

Gentlemen, let's get to work.

Let's get to work.

THE GIPSY SHOW

What are you doing here?

The Kid said you were looking for me.

Yes.

Uh…

I called you to apologize
for what happened.

I was really upset.

They threw me a welcome home party
in San Cristóbal, but you know what?

I couldn't enjoy it.

I was thinking about you the whole time.

What happened?

I was…

I was at the studio until late
and had no way of letting you know.

Filming took forever. And then meetings.

It was a nightmare.

Yeah, but the Kid told me
not to come or call you.

What are you doing? What's all this about?

Let's just say that now
that I'm on television,

things have changed a bit.

There's a certain amount of…
paranoia about my safety.

You're with me. I can take care of you.

I can't be seen with anyone.

Tell me the truth.

Are you ashamed to be seen with me?
With a boxer? Tell me the truth.

No, no, no. Don't be ridiculous.

I'm not used to all this.

I'm the face of Dominican television.

I can't be seen
having an extramarital affair.

Okay, but that can be solved.

You're crazy.

Apparently, television pays very well.
Better than boxing.

Was that ever in doubt?

-What do you want to drink?
-I can't.

I have training and if my sweat
smells like alcohol tomorrow,

the Kid will k*ll me.

I don't want any trouble with him.

This isn't a great idea.

It's the only one I've got.

f*ck.

Well.

Cheers.

To happiness and love.

♪ Never again… ♪

♪ Will I be the prey ♪

♪ Of this fleeting love ♪

♪ It was those kisses ♪

♪ Sweet caresses ♪

♪ I've drowned in the sea of your lies ♪

♪ In the sea ♪

♪ My soul joins ♪

♪ All the others ♪

♪ Who fell under your spell ♪

♪ What a bitter punishment ♪

♪ To be forgotten by you ♪

♪ What contempt ♪

♪ Is concealed in your gaze today ♪

♪ To know that you never loved me ♪

♪ I remember you so as not to cherish ♪

♪ This fleeting love ♪

-Jesús.
-Mmm?

Wake up.

You have to go home.

- I have training.
- I don't have to go home.

You mean San Cristóbal.

Hi.

Yeah.

Where did you come from?

You know I've loved
spending time with you…

but you have to go.

But why?

I told you.

I can't be with anyone.

Go before the sun comes up.

- But I'll come back tomorrow.
- Don't be so pushy.

And don't ever show up like this again.

Let me be the one to reach out.

♪ They call me the Negrito
Who stays in town ♪

♪ Because work
Is my enemy ♪

I can teach you.

No. I'm very clumsy on the dance floor.

-How are you two doing?
-Great.

-Very well.
-Having a good time?

-Absolutely.
-Great.

Have I told you how gorgeous you look?

Like three times already,
but you can keep telling me.

And if he drinks any more,
he'll tell you four or five more times.

Mm-hmm.

Look, there's a group of comrades
who want to meet you.

Of course.

Of course. Shall we?

It's true, though. You're stunning.

Thanks.

It's time… what we were
saying at the factory.

- They're waiting for us.
- Okay.

Okay.

How are you all doing?

- Hello.
- Welcome.

How's it going?

Okay. I'll be brief because this is
our wedding day, as you know.

And Mom will wonder what we're up to.

That's for sure.

First of all, thank you for being here.
It means a lot to us.

Mmm.

We thought we could introduce those of you
who don't know each other.

Though I'm sure you've all heard things
about each other, right?

-A little, right?
-A little.

And we wanted to share
that we've made progress

on our plan to create a political party,

one that unites us all and represents us.

Our focus is defeating
this government at the polls.

- Yes.
- All hands on deck.

We must unite all those
who are against Trujillo.

-Yes, sir.
-We've started with the best-known ones,

-and the response has been fantastic.
-Amazing.

For example, the Puerto Plata workers
have already joined us.

- That's a lot of people.
- Yes.

They're very well organized at protests.

Have you thought more
about what I said at the factory?

Pierre, my position remains the same. Hmm?

When these comrades from Puerto Plata
take action,

they have specific goals
and don't put the whole group at risk.

I'm sure one of the objectives of these
comrades from the industrial sector

is to take out the Goat.

We don't know that, comrades.
We don't know.

- We don't know that.
- Enough.

We weren't trying to turn the wedding
into a political meeting.

We're here to celebrate.

Now you've all met each other.

And we want to propose a meeting soon.

Patria and Pedrito have offered
their home for it.

- Thanks.
- It could be in a few weeks--

With all due respect, Minerva,
I think we've had plenty of discussion.

My stance hasn't changed
since the last meeting.

It's time to act.

- The Goat must be k*lled.
- Well, well, well.

I don't share this utopian goal
of beating the Goat in an election.

My group has decided to take him out.

Hold on. Are you saying you and others
are planning to assassinate Trujillo?

We can do it.

We've been working undercover
for over a year.

- What?
- We believe it's possible.

And I mean no disrespect,

but how many more years
must we wait for this miracle?

We can't support this fantasy.

As you say, Manolo, the road to democracy
will see many of our lives lost.

Just because you don't have
the guts to k*ll one man,

a man who deserves to die more than
any other person in this country.

Tell me something, Pierre.
Are you leaving our movement?

- That's enough.
- It's not that.

Call it whatever you want.

I'm just saying
that we have a specific objective,

- and we'll see that it's done.
- No. Excuse me, comrade.

With all due respect,
that's not an option.

You can't just do whatever you want
without consulting the group first.

As Manolo has said,
that would put all of us at risk.

-We'll carry this out independently.
-You can't be independent. We're a group.

I would have appreciated your support,
but I see that's not the case.

I expected more support from you.

I no longer expect anything from you.

Forgive me, my friend and comrade in arms.

It wasn't my intention
to ruin your reception, your wedding.

I just wanted to eat, dance, and drink.

But I felt I had no choice
but to be honest with you.

- I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening.
- No, no.

- Pierre.
- You don't have to leave.

Does anyone else here
share Pierre's position?

I side with Pierre's group as well.

- This wasn't the way.
- Not this way.

-No, it wasn't.
-I'm sorry.

It's fine.

Impressive résumé.

At ease.

What I'm going to order you to do
must be kept absolutely confidential.

Do you want a detailed report
on all her movements and contacts?

No.

SIM
MILITARY INTELLIGENCE SERVICE

You will inform me of every one
of her movements, no matter how small.

We'll meet periodically.

Nothing in writing.

-Is that clear?
-Yes, sir.

I've already informed your superiors that,
from now on, this will be your only task.

That's all for today. You're free to go.

Excuse me.

This is Amado Guerrero, your new driver.

What happened to the old one?

Your fame has grown,
and you need more trustworthy staff.

Guerrero comes with
the highest recommendations.

What, am I in danger?

You never know.

What would you like
for breakfast, Miss Gipsy?

Nothing.

Minerva Mirabal.

Do you know her?

Who?

What did you say?

Minerva Mirabal.

-Mmm.
-A girl from Salcedo.

You spent your early years
in that town, correct?

Why ask if you already know the answer?

So, you don't know her?

Salcedo is a small town.

Everyone knows everyone.

Did you like the dress I bought you?

Did you try it on?

I loved it.

I'll see you tonight.

I hope you're in a better mood.

And don't get too much sun.

-Are you my driver or my bodyguard?
-Pardon, miss. Excuse me.

100 PERFORMANCES

-Congratulations, Gipsy.
-Thank you so much.

Here's to many more episodes.

Everyone together now.

- One, two, three.
- One, two, three.

Hold on.

I'd like to say a few words to the nation.

When I first discovered
this woman six years ago

at an event at a hotel,

I smelled her…

…and I smelled success.

With my talent for discovering stars,
I knew a star had been born.

Today I can stand here
and assure you that I was not misled.

Congratulations, Gipsy.

-An international beauty…
-Oh.

…for the delight of all Dominicans.

APPLAUSE

And now join me
in singing our closing song.

♪ The show has ended
The Gipsy Show ♪

♪ The show has ended
No need to be sad ♪

♪ Dominicans are all getting ready ♪

♪ For another show in just one week ♪

And cut.

-Thanks, everyone.
-Your flowers.

Thanks.

-Get all the stuff…
-Where's Gretchen?

…and head over to the club
so we can celebrate there.

- Here you are.
- Oh, yes.

- Take this.
- Congratulations.

-Gipsy, congratulations.
-Thanks.

-Ah. Congratulations.
-Thanks, Tono.

- Happy 100 episodes, Gipsy.
- Thanks.

Oh, God.

Where were you?

You know I don't like celebrations.

Oh.

Look, here are your flowers.

Get changed quickly.
We're celebrating at Club Caribe.

Mmm. I can't.
We'll celebrate tomorrow. I'm tired.

What? Tomorrow?

Come on. I organized a party for you
like you deserve.

Mmm. I mean it, Petán.

I'm seriously exhausted.
I don't feel well.

No, but…

She's about to fall over.

And I can go with her tomorrow.

But the party is today.

The orchestra's waiting.
The musicians, the dancers, the balloons.

She's tired.

Hey. What's going on with you, girl?

If you change your mind,
you know where to find us, eh?

Remember, we stars can't get tired.

You convince her.

Would you like flowers?

- Bye, Luis.
- Gipsy!

Hi.

Okay.

Yes. Take this. Here you go.

Hold on. One at a time.
Have your pens out, please.

Excuse me. Arantxa.

What are you doing here?
You have to leave.

- Excuse me.
- Okay, let's see.

You have to leave.

Why?

-Why?
-Here, here.

We had such a nice time,
and then you kick me out.

Why? Why?

- You know that I love you.
- Shh.

If I kick you out,
it's because I love you.

I'll explain it some other time,
but this has to end here.

Hey.

THE DOMINICAN VOICE TV

You're great, champ. You're great.

Quickly, Amado, please.

Thanks. Thanks.

You're great, champ.

- Zurdo, you're great.
- Thanks. Thank you.

Zurdo! Zurdo! Zurdo! Zurdo!

You're great, champ.

Let's review our roles one more time.

Pierre, the plan is very clear.

Tomorrow we'll carry out the greatest act
of justice in this country's history.

We may not see each other for months.

Prepare for the worst.

We know Trujillo wants us in prison.

We can't give him the satisfaction.

What's this?

It's arsenic, Narciso.

There's no need to be afraid.

We can be sure that our names
will be in our country's history books.

And I'm here for it!
We're going to k*ll this guy tomorrow!

Down with the dictatorship!

- Death to the Goat!
- Down with the dictatorship!

Death to the Goat!

More coffee, ma'am?

Thanks, Mami.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, sir.

- Good morning.
- Mmm.

I left my jacket in the living room.
Iron it.

- Yes, sir. Excuse me.
- Mmm.

What's this? What terrible news.

-What happened?
-f*ck, this is terrible for sports.

Remember him?

ZURDO MOLINA COMMITS SUICIDE

I think he was on your show once.

The interview didn't go so great.

Shot himself in the head.

Poor guy.

It must be because he'd been offered
the World Championship fight.

Obviously, few people…

can take that kind of pressure.

It's the same as always.

You can have big muscles on the outside,

but if you don't have strength
on the inside…

SACRED HEART
OF JESUS

Brethren,
we only need to open our eyes wide

to understand the message
that God has given us.

A God who is generous and just,

but one who does not forgive sinners.

And that is why he created hell.

And what color is hell?

Hell is red.

Red is synonymous with fire that burns,
that blazes.

Synonymous with disgrace.

That's why…

red is the color of communism.

They call themselves the reds

because without a doubt every territory,
every person they prey upon,

will suffer perpetual disgrace.

And it was Pope Leo XIII,

in his encyclical Rerum novarum,
who opened our eyes to this scourge.

If not fought in time,
it becomes an unbearable disease.

The revolutionary fever
that stirs up nations.

Because when communists,

utterly doing away with
the providence of fathers,

force public authorities to intervene,

they act against natural justice
and undermine the family structure.

But not everyone chose
to give it the importance

that this encyclical warned us to.

And this itch has now become
a plague for some nations.

But others,
like the blessed Dominican nation,

have had the good fortune
to be governed by devout Catholics

who have foreseen the threat
of the red disease

and fought it effectively in time.

Get down! Get down!

They're sh**ting from above!

- Open the door!
- Follow him!

Open the door!

Open the door, please!

At the altar! Behind the altar!

Cover him!
Check behind the altar.

He's here.

He's already dead.

Let's go, Pierre! f*ck! Run!

"An intense search is underway for two
young men who escaped in a private car.

According to sources
from the Military Intelligence Service…"

f*ck.

This is f*cked up. I warned Pierre.
Now there'll be a manhunt.

Poor Raúl.

He had just joined the group.

There are fewer and fewer of us.
We're losing this fight.

The fight is lost
when they take our lives, Minerva.

That's what we have to preserve now.

The Goat needs to display power and
will try to bring us all down to do so.

We have to form the party.

If we're not alive, we can't form a party.

We need to keep a low profile.

If we hide, he wins. It's important--

Stay here.

-Don't worry. It's me, Asier.
-f*ck, you scared me.

Come in.

You're taking a big risk.

-What's up?
-I came as fast as I could.

A friend from the university just told me.

They're coming for you two.

-I don't believe it.
-Yes.

You have to go.
They know where you are and won't be long.

Damn those m*therf*ckers.

We can't run away. Not now.

Minerva, did you hear him?
They're coming for us.

Are we going to hide forever? No way.

Of course you won't hide forever.

You're not like that.

But there are times when you have to
lose a battle to win the w*r.

Asier, we've lived in this hell
for many years.

Minerva, listen to me.

I've been fighting
for my ideas all my life.

Which has introduced me to amazing people,
young people like you two,

who've made me believe
that all is not lost.

And I can assure you
that I regret nothing,

except one thing.

Not running away with my wife
when there was still time.

I swear it's not worth the risk.

That doesn't mean that you stop fighting.

Look at me. I'm still here.

But not a day goes by
that I don't think of her.

Minerva, please.

Don't make the same mistake I did.

-Promise you'll be careful?
-Of course. You too.

We'll see each other
much sooner than you think.

All right?

Run. Run. Run.