01x02 - En carne y hueso

[bunniefuu]

So, what you both do is basically
leech off whatever he does, right?

- Say what?
- That's the deal.

What are you saying?
I run his social media.

- All on your own?
- Yes.

That's a lot of work.

- Yes.
- Uploading and liking pics all day.

- I'm his creative director.
- His what?

- Creative director.
- Aka his girlfriend, right?

- That too. I worked with him first.
- Are you a couple?

Creative director, right. So creative.

I style him. I deal with the press.

I take pictures, make posters...
I put up with him too.

- Right.
- Every day, at home.

- You're a hardworking group.
- Yes.

- Building the nation.
- We're a family.

Are you sure?

- This one's real.
- Yes.

Go slow.

At the bathroom door, yeah.

Bad things didn't take long to...

f*ck.

It looks f*cking great.

When we post this, you'll blow up.

Do I look like him?

- Wait, let me see.
- No.

- Come on!
- Hold on.

Wait until I finish.

Ooh, la la!

Super stylish.

I don't want you to abuse me...

Do you think
I'll get stopped for autographs?

Yes, and they'll take you
on a private jet.

Be quiet now.

- I want to see it. Move your hands.
- Move yours.

I don't want you to abuse me like this.

Abuse me like this, abuse me.

Just a second.

- Is everything okay?
- Yes.

- Are you nervous?
- No. You?

- Do I look nervous?
- A little.

- I do?
- Yes.

- Hi.
- Hi, what's it going to be?

Can I have one
with no tomato and extra cheese?

Did you see this?

And no white sauce.

You, Mr. Star.

Look.

A million views?

A f*cking million.

Mr. f*cking Star.

I can't believe it.

Wow.

And counting.

Your mom's calling me.

What does she want now?

Hi, Carmen.

Don't worry, your son's here
sh**ting up heroin with me.

No, seriously. Is everything okay?

All good.
We just got a case of the night munchies.

I'll grab something
so we can have dinner together tomorrow,

if he's not riding that bike.

Okay, I'll tell him.

When are you going to tell her you quit?

Don't start.

You know it's not easy with my mom.

Why not? Your mom is wonderful.

As long as you do something,she's fine.

I don't want to give her bad news.

I'd rather give her good news.

Hurry, it's leaving.

Want some?

No.

Do you have a light?

He looks just like Quimera.

Right? Totally.

What a weirdo.

Hey, so

if this works,

I want us to move in together.

Okay, sounds good.

And I want my balcony.

- Your balcony?
- My balcony.

Whatever you want.

- Ready?
- Ready.

Let's go.

Come on.

Put it on.

- Do I look good?
- You look fly.

Go.

Let's see.

Go for it.

- He came out this way.
- Yes.

He started walking

and said hi to the DJ.

- Yes.
- Okay?

People started singing the chorus.

He did this with the microphone,

so everyone could hear
the audience screaming,

until he got here.

He kneels down here and starts rapping.

- Yes.
- He starts rapping here and stops.

He stops

and lies down.

Wonderful.

People start touching him everywhere.
He kept singing half-assed.

Up until the moment when,

in a last-ditch effort

he arrives here.

Call a doctor!

And they let him go.

Call a doctor.

f*ck.

What is it?

Let me see.

Wow.

What?

Wait.

What are you doing? Are you crazy?

We're going to get caught.

Hey! What the hell are you doing?

- Brats!
- Let's go.

Get out of there!

Go on, get out of here.

You better watch out, you idiots!

Where's he going?

- Police!
- Fuzz!

- The police are here!
- Record that.

Is that Quimera?

- Hey, you, Quimera.
- It's Quimera.

Let's go!

What the f*ck are you doing?

- Move it.
- Post it.

- Look at him!
- He's the sh*t.

That's crazy.

- Lázaro, man.
- Dang, that's crazy.

- Get up close.
- Record it for Insta.

- This is for Insta.
- It's great.

- This will make me famous.
- Hey, you.

What are you doing?
This is private property.

You can't be here.

What's the problem?
Don't you like walking?

- Shut up and show us your ID.
- I don't have it.

- You don't have ID?
- No.

- Say hi, Quimera!
- You're coming with us then.

I can't find a way out.

What the f*ck did I get myself into?

I'm not poor anymore, but still.

I'm fed up with the price I have to pay

I can't find a way out.

What the f*ck did I get myself into?

I'm not poor anymore, but still.

I'm fed up with the price I have to pay.

{\an8}QUIMERA FANS
#QUIMERALIVES.

{\an8}- You can tell, dude.
- It can't be him.

{\an8}Kid.

If you sign this, you can go.

What's up, family?
I'm still here, lying on the beach.

And so...

Let's party, okay?

There will be free booze tonight.
The record label is paying.

Tonight will be a good one.

If I'm in the mood,
I might even sing a couple of songs.

- Hey.
- Hello!

Where the hell are you?

Having breakfast.
They didn't feed me dinner yesterday.

No sh*t!
Just be glad they let you out early.

Have you seen Insta?
Everyone's saying Quimera's alive.

Why don't you go say hi?

- No.
- Why not?

I don't know.

When are you coming home?

I'll call you back. Bye. Love you.

Sorry, but...

You're Quimera, right?

Will you take a picture with my son?

- Mom, no.
- Why not?

He's not Quimera, Mom. He's dead.

Sure.

Come on. Sit down.

Thank you.

This is amazing.

Finally.

Look at Pompa, girl.

- I don't know why he came.
- There's an open bar. What did you expect?

- Let's get to work.
- Let's go.

- Look over here.
- Alba, please.

Beautiful, Alba.

- Look this way.
- Alba!

Thank you.

Alba.

How are you?

You get more beautiful every day.

- Thank you. How are you?
- Very well.

- How are you?
- Tired. I'm leaving already.

I wanted to tell you something,
but I'll save it for next time.

- Get some rest.
- What?

This is completely off the record.

I had lunch with Ozuna's manager.
Your name came up.

They've had success with collabs.
They're looking for more.

Your name came up.

Right.

- You're managing Pompa now, right?
- Pompa?

I'm single, Carlota.

I'm married.
Long-term relationship with my manager.

Keep me out of it.

- Ciao.
- Hey, I'm telling the truth.

You're k*lling it, but you'd be
twice as successful with me.

We need to take him to Latin America,
he'd have fans there.

I'll let you know soon.

Digital sales tell it all.
We can predict he'll be successful.

I'll call you back.

Hi, Hector.

- How's it going?
- How are you?

You're all looking good.

You, not so much.

We didn't expect to see you.

Don't you miss me?

- Can I buy you another one?
- Have you returned everyone's money yet?

There's time for everything.

We'll see how you get out of this one.
Insurance won't cover the cost.

Occupied.

f*cking hell.

- Did you reach your limit?
- No way, brother.

I'm f*cking great.

- Do you want some water?
- No way, brother.

- Come here, this one's on me.
- No, thanks.

Come on, brother. Take some scraps.

Hurry or it'll lose its nutrients!

Come on, kid!

Keep the wheel spinning, my man.

It's so good.

You don't know
who you're talking to. Bye, kid.

Ciao.

Thank you.

Thanks for coming out. We are the Hinds.

We're really happy to be here.

But we wanted to take this opportunity

to talk about someone
who is very special to us all,

an incredible person and,
honestly, a f*cking fantastic musician.

His friends call him Salvador,
but his fans know him as Quimera.

- Quimera lives.
- We miss you so much. This one's for you.

- All right!
- To Quimera!

- Quimera lives!
- To Quimera!

I want to be heard one last time.

Don't hurt me, yeah

I threw up what they just gave me.

At the bathroom door.

Bad things didn't take long to find me.

They took the place over.

Night crawled into your eyes.

It's starting to scare me.

Why do they want to k*ll me like this?

k*ll me like this, k*ll me

I don't want you to abuse me like this.

-Abuse me
-Hey!

Quimera isn't dead, man!

He's right here! In the flesh! Okay?

So, if you really miss me so much,

why don't you come here
and lick or suck on my a*s, man?

- Get out!
- Come and get me!

- Come on, leave!
- Quimera didn't die!

Who's that piece of sh*t?
Some idiot, right?

Careful!

Get out, loser!

- Who is that guy?
- Get off!

Get out of here!

Leave him alone.
Seriously, guys. Don't worry.

Listen to me.
I'll take care of it. Seriously.

Seriously.

Where did you come from?
How did you get in?

Through the door.

Through the door? Seriously.
Let me get you a drink.

- They're coming.
- What do you want?

Anything you want.

Order whatever you want.
My treat. Don't be shy.

Tell me. What do you want?

- Whiskey ginger.
- Whiskey ginger.

He's the guy from the police video.

- You even know what he drank.
- He looks just like him.

What an a*s.

This isn't funny
to the people who loved Salva.

I loved him.

He's crazy, dude.

Where's the whiskey ginger?

I'm sorry.
We can't serve you anything else.

What?

Do you know who I am?

Do you?

Give me a whiskey ginger.

I'm sorry.

What won't you serve me, dog?

- Pompa!
- I'll kick your head in, as*h*le!

- Stop!
- f*ck you!

I'll f*ck your mom
and then shower with her after.

- f*ck you and your whole family!
- Take him.

Shut up! I'll kick you in the head!

f*ck, Pompa!

- I'm not even...
- Pompa!

- I'm not even high!
- Stop, Pompa!

I'll kick you in the head!

I was going to punch that sh*t-eater.

- You don't know me, bro.
- Yes, I do.

I would have destroyed him. f*ck.

f*cking... Brother, I swear to God.

Look at me. You look just like him.

They don't know how to party.
The next one will be at my place.

Do you know what I mean?
We'll blare the music.

We'll only invite who we want.

You haven't slept this one off
and you're thinking about another?

- Don't judge me.
- I'm not judging.

I'm a professional, brother.
I come from the very best.

Don't you know that?

I have no f*cking clue
where the car is, you know?

Come on, you drive, brother.

Okay.

Take me home, Salva.

Calculating the route home.

Do you live here?

What are you doing?