01x03 - You Don't Dump a King

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This story is inspired
by real events and characters

as told by some of the protagonists

and the media of the time.

There are also fictionalized facts
and characters for dramatic purposes.

Boys, have you prayed?

-Yes.
-Yes.

-Ángel, did you pack your things?
-Yes.

Now go to sleep and behave.
Your father will be here early tomorrow.

Good night.

Good night.

I swear I'll come back for you.

This one's not coming back.

RUSSIAN CIRCUS

Yeah, I know it's not all of it,
but I'll be back.

Am I supposed to I believe you?

I talked to Mancuso.

-What is it?
-We need to talk.

About Blasco.

No way.

What are you looking for?

This?

You told me
you'd given up this sh*t, Blasco.

You swore.

And it was true. I did, Ángel.

And the gambling too.

You just play cards.

That's why you're up to your neck in debt.

Wanna snort this sh*t?

Do it in front of me.

No, please.

I'm sorry.

What I can't tolerate
is people lying to my face.

In my own home.

So tell me, and think hard,
because it's your last chance.

Are you lying about anything else?

Don't lie to me, Blasco. I'm telling you.

Where were you just now?

At Mancuso's.

Get up.

Come here.

You and I have no father, Blasco.

You and I are brothers.

We were alone when we met, remember?

Remember what we told each other?

That we would look after each other.

Is this how you do it?

Stealing from me?
Seeing Mancuso behind my back?

I love you, Blasco.

I welcomed you into my home.

Put a roof over your head.

A plate of food on the table.

-Take a shower and have that looked at.
-Ángel, please.

Then get out of my circus.

Please.

I won't say this again, Blasco.

If I see you around my circus again,

I swear I'll k*ll you.

UNTAMEABLE

PREMIERE OF THE FILM "CALL GIRL"
CAPITOL CINEMA, MADRID

Thank you.

Good evening, everybody.

CHAPTER 3
"YOU DON'T DUMP A KING"

Good evening.

Sandra, honey.

I love your dress. You look gorgeous.

Thank you. Talk about gorgeous.
Look at you.

Good evening. Stand by me.

Later.

-That's enough. Thank you. Let's go.
-Thank you.

-Thank you.
-Let's go.

Thank you.

Bárbara. This will only be a minute.

Only one minute, okay, Carlos?

A few years ago,
this movie would have been unthinkable.

For an actress with your attributes,
no censorship is better, right?

Better for me and for everyone,
don't you think?

After all, it benefits culture and art,
and that is what matters, right?

What's next for Bárbara Rey?

I'm wrapping up my next film,

and I have one or two releases coming up,
so I'm very happy.

And you, Sandra, what are your plans?

I have many projects.

The first one is going to London
to continue my training.

I want to grow in my career

so that we aren't
just considered for our… attributes.

-Oh, Sandra Mozarowsky is ambitious.
-Very.

Not for money or anything like that.

I want to keep making movies.
That's my dream.

Will we still see you
on the small screen, Bárbara?

Yes, of course.

I'm preparing a gala
with Ángel Cristo's circus.

It'll be on Televisión Española,
and I encourage everyone to watch it

because it will be
very beautiful and very impressive.

-Of course.
-Enough, please. Thank you.

-Thank you both very much. Good luck.
-Thanks.

What a jerk, right?

Careful with that one. Let's go.

Oh!

Sorry.

-You all right?
-Yes.

This way. No, Javier.
You've already had your chance.

-Let us through. Come on.
-Guys, later. Thank you.

-How are you?
-Let's go.

-Bárbara, anything you want.
-Yeah.

-Anything you need.
-I'll let you know. Thanks, Paco.

-Sandrita.
-What?

Are you pregnant, honey?

Yes, but I don't want anybody to know yet.

So don't say anything, please.

Goodness. At 19.

-Eighteen.
-Eighteen?

Honey, I'm here
for whatever you need. I mean it.

I know.

CALL GIRL
(THE PRIVATE LIFE OF A GOOD GIRL)

Bárbara.

What?

Nothing. Just… thank you.

Really.

-Angelito, your coffee is getting cold.
-Coming.

This boy…

No mourning clothes?

I'm in a hurry, Mother.

Won't you sit down?
Or talk about what happened last night?

Mother, I said I'm in a hurry.

Should I make Bárbara Rey wait? Please.

I don't get
what you all see in this woman.

She's an artist
who will perform at the gala.

-You don't treat her as you do the rest.
-She's a star. Do you understand?

Son…

-What?
-That woman is not like us circus people.

I beg you, please don't get started.

Come on, son. Come here.

Come.

-You look very handsome, son.
-Thank you, Mother.

-You can mourn on the inside, hmm?
-Of course.

Ángel, she's here.

-It's not even 8:00. f*ck me dead!
-Go on, go.

ENTRANCE

You sure are punctual!

I like to be early to work,

but mainly, I don't like
wasting anybody's time.

-Welcome.
-Thank you.

-Ángel, how are you?
-Hi.

Hello.

This way?

-Who are you looking for?
-Nobody, why?

Nobody? You can't stop looking. Come now.

-Thanks. Everything's already set up.
-Yeah.

-Look. Hi, everybody.
-Hi.

-Good to see you.
-So glad you're here.

-You look beautiful.
-Thanks.

-We'll do photos later.
-Whenever.

Andrés, dear, we'll talk soon.

-Ángel, one thing.
-Yes?

-Hi. Good morning.
-Good morning.

Do you have any ideas for my act?
I have a suggestion.

If you approve. You are the boss here.

You must be comfortable. Tell me.

Yeah? Sorry. When I really want something,
I obsess so much I can't even sleep.

She's always like that.

Listen, if you're okay with it,
I was thinking about doing a magic act.

Magic?

Magic. If you're okay with it.

Magic. It's more your style, right?
I mean, less circus…

Magic sounds perfect.

-You sure? Yeah?
-Very sure.

-Okay, then… what do we do?
-You should go to the dressing room.

-Choose your outfit. I'll see you soon.
-Okay. See you soon.

Perfect.

-Know where you'll be staying?
-No f*cking idea.

I'll drive you.

I thought I could trust you.

You going on about loyalty?

Look, just drive me, okay?

-You should put some ice on it.
-True.

I forgot you're also a nurse.

-Did you put ice on it or not?
-All night. Start the car.

It looks awful.

María, I canceled
your Diez Minutos interview.

This looks like it could take a while.

Wonderful outfit, isn't it?

Without those legs, it would be worthless.

Ready.

I love this leotard.

I want to wear it for the gala as well.

What do you think?

Is there a problem?

That… Not that outfit.

Don't you like it?

I like it a lot, but take it off, please.

-What the hell's wrong with him?
-I don't know.

Excuse him, please.

That leotard was Renata's.

-His wife.
-sh*t.

-And I go and choose this one. Jesus.
-Oh, boy.

-Thank you.
-Thanks.

Don't worry.
I've brought some other things…

-We have options, right?
-Sure.

Alexia, let's go. We're ready.

Careful, the suitcase
contains fragile material.

Richardi!

-My dear Ángel Cristo!
-Welcome.

You can't imagine what it means to me
to have a magician of your stature.

-I admire you very much.
-The pleasure is all mine.

-We are in the middle of rehearsals.
-Okay.

What could we do with Bárbara Rey?

I can think of
a few things to do with Bárbara.

Richardi…

I have some impressive acts
for you and your circus.

-I expected no less.
-Of course.

-The trailer at the back. The big one.
-The big one at the back?

-Of course.
-Always so generous.

-Thank you. Come, Alexia.
-Thank you.

Watch… This can break easily.

Ah…

Isn't it too complicated,
making her disappear?

-Bárbara's never done magic.
-Yes, that's complicated.

-But not the problem.
-It's not?

-No.
-What then?

Ángel, I make beautiful women
disappear every day.

-So, you won't do it?
-Oh, I will, but with you.

-With me?
-Yes.

And Bárbara?

Both of you.

-Together?
-Yes.

-Here?
-Yes.

There's only room
for one person, a thin one.

No, it will be spectacular.

Excuse me.

Is this better?

-Yes.
-Good.

Richardi, Bárbara. Bárbara, Richardi.

Spectacular.

What do I have to do?

Get ready in there.
We are rehearsing the act, okay?

I will start

in front of the box, focused.

-This is so small, isn't it?
-Yes.

The cannon will come
towards the box. María del Carmen, please…

-Are you all right?
-My back is not doing too well.

-Oh?
-Yeah, not well at all.

If you want, we can…

-Switch?
-Yes.

-Sure, that sounds fine.
-Yeah?

Uh…

Let's see.

So?

Much better.
The same, but the other way around.

-Just as uncomfortable.
-No.

More or less.

-You okay?
-Yes.

-Good.
-Yes, because… it's worth it.

-We'll move the box.
-Richardi, damn it! You scared me.

It needs to get there. We'll do it well.

When I was a boy,

Richardi was already
a world-renowned magician.

Preeminent.

I got you in a big f*cking mess.

Back, okay?

No, I got myself in this mess.

Of course, with the magician's movements.

But it's not so bad in here.

It's not?

No.

-I am so hot in here--
-Yes, it's hot.

-It's hot. Richardi, how much longer?
-What?

How much longer?

No, we'll be done soon. I'll be here…

This gala was supposed
to make me look good.

-Instead, I'll look like an idiot, right?
-María del Carmen opens…

-The signal.
-And…

Disappeared.

Done.

Applause, I'll leave,
and you go the other way, yeah?

-He must be there already. Look.
-Oh.

Been waiting for long?

It turned out quite well, didn't it?

Surprisingly well.

You mean for me or for you?

You, honey. I knew I would nail it.

Well, uh, see you tomorrow.

What do you mean "tomorrow"?

Yeah, we have a dress rehearsal.

I didn't know
there were rehearsals on Saturdays.

I've had a trip scheduled for a long time.

A trip?

I have a commitment, Ángel.
I have plane tickets.

-Bárbara, the gala is on Sunday.
-I know. I'll be here on Sunday.

Well, I could cancel. It's okay.

Never mind. The act looks perfect.

If you can't, you can't.

You can't, that's it. Go.

-Really?
-Really.

-I feel terrible.
-It's okay. Really.

Don't miss me too much.

And call me María.

-See you Sunday, María.
-See you Sunday.

-RUSSIAN CIRCUS
-ENTRANCE

Hey, beast, get up there!

I said get up! Oh, very good!

You, get down. Down.

Get down. I said get down.

-You!
-Pajares!

Pajares!

-Who are they supposed to be?
-My wife and mother-in-law.

You're so good, man! So good!

Son of a b*tch!

-Listen.
-What?

Do you find this funny?

I find it very funny.
And so does the audience.

So relax already and enjoy, okay?

-I find it in poor taste.
-Fine, but I'm the boss.

Yeah.

Here, you are my boss,

but before the circus,
you and I were brothers.

And so was Blasco.

-You said it. He was.
-Son.

What is it?

-Is Bárbara Rey not coming today?
-No, she had a trip.

Oh, she does have a good trip.

-Have you seen her, Little Clown?
-Richardi.

Don't you think?

A real shame about Bárbara, Richardi.
A real shame.

Yeah. Little Clown here
was telling me, right?

That we must be deprived
of Bárbara's beauty in person.

-Yes, she went to Paris for the day.
-Oh.

-Paris?
-That's what Hortensia told me.

And what else did she tell you?

That she was visiting a friend.

What friend?

-Alain Delon?
-The French movie star!

He's a top star, huh?
Alain Delon, the greatest.

Wow!

People in the star system
mix within the star system.

Wouldn't I like to have
that kind of friend, huh?

Ángel, Bárbara Rey doesn't date
the guy from the deli counter.

To screw that woman
you gotta speak at least three languages.

Right? Alain Delon,
Belmondo, Mastroianni--

Enough, don't you think?

Enough already. Enough.

Ángel!

Ángel!

f*ck, you should've told me.
I'm no fortune-teller.

Me? I don't…

-You knew something. Did you see his face?
-I had no idea.

You knew there was…

Yes?

-Ángel.
-What?

I know your mother doesn't like it.

What doesn't she like?

I've seen how you and that movie girl
look at each other.

I'll just say one thing.

If you want something,
you need to do what you've always done.

Fight for her.

By the way,
as of tomorrow, you'll be my MC.

That, you've always been f*cking great at.

What happened with the bullfighter?

Ugh, the bullfighter?

Le torero wanted only one thing.

-You know.
-Oh, no.

I'm sorry.

Spain is a beautiful country.

Just not the best to be a woman.

Or to be an actress.

You are a free woman
in a very closed society.

-Very macho.
-Yes.

Spanish women can do nothing
without their husbands' permission.

-C'est horrible.
-Mais… that's how it is.

Spain has stayed behind in many things.

In the end,
a dictator is not good for a country, hmm?

-I'd love to be French.
-Oh, yes. La France.

Oh, very nice.

All right.

Cheers.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Cheers, children.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

A toast!

Cheers!

Cheers! Here's to a wonderful rehearsal,
to the gala!

To the gala!

I'm very glad you came.

Me too. I didn't expect to be invited,
since Bárbara wasn't coming.

You can always come here.

This is so good. What did you call it?

Moussaka. It's called moussaka.

Moussaka.

How exotic.

Part of the family comes from Greece.

They like to maintain the tradition.

Although, when you have it every week,
you grow tired of it.

It's… such a shame Bárbara
couldn't have dinner with us.

A shame or lack of professionalism.

Let's hope she makes it
to tomorrow's gala.

Bárbara's very professional.

If she says she's coming, she will.

She's back tonight, right?

She'd better be.

She knows tomorrow's gala
is very important for a lot of people.

She had a thing with friends.

Her boyfriend, right?

-Her friend.
-Lover.

Friend.

Just a friend?

Bárbara's been friends
with Alain for years.

And with his partner and children.

But the one
she's really friends with is her.

Mireille.

Well, she'll be arriving soon,
so I should get going.

-I told her I'd pick her up, and I'm late.
-One second. Sit down.

Sit down.

I'll go.

-What time does she arrive?
-Half past.

Half past, perfect.

-Should I take you?
-No need.

MADRID BARAJAS AIRPORT

EXIT

What are you doing here?

Are you leaving?

Yes. I have things to do.

-You have a gala tonight.
-I know.

Have some breakfast,
make yourself at home.

Where are you going?

I have things to do.

María.

Juan.

I saw you on TV.

-Did you?
-Mm-hmm.

At the press conference, with the tamer.

You looked beautiful.

Thank you.

With the necklace I gave you.

The same one
I warned you not to wear in public.

Am I to take that gesture as a challenge?

No.

No, actually…

Are you leaving me?

I don't want presents I have to hide.

And I'd like to be able
to call you by your name. Not "Him."

"His Majesty the King." Right? Him.

Hell, María, I find it very classy.

You made it up.

I no longer find it that amusing, Juan.

Come, please. Come.

The monarchy is
an institution built on image.

Tarnish the image,
and the monarchy is called into question.

And that cannot happen.

Much less in these times.

You want a house
so we can meet more comfortably?

I'll buy it for you.

You want to spend
a weekend together in Rome?

You'll get it.

You want a gala
for that circus friend of yours?

You got it.

María, the only thing I can't offer you

is the life of a wife and mother.

Because that's her.

I got that gala by myself.

But you're right.

I want something you can never give me.

María. Don't be silly, hmm?

María.

You don't dump a king.

-Home, miss?
-Yes, home.

The 28th Convention
of the PSOE concluded yesterday.

In it, Felipe González proposed…

We close this newscast with tragic news.

The death of actress Sandra Mozarowsky.

Turn the volume up.

Last night, the 18-year-old woman

fell to her death from her home,

a 4th floor apartment
on Madrid's central Barquillo Street.

It seems the promising young starlet
of Spanish cinema jumped,

taking her own life.

I will always love you.

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

To those of you here with us

and those of you watching
on Televisión Española at home, thank you.

Thank you for joining us
on this very special afternoon.

Thanks also to our sponsor.

The snack of strong men.

So, young and not-so-young ones,
enjoy your Cacaolum.

And now, without further ado,
let the show begin!

Has she arrived?

No.

Son, what should we do? Go on?

We'll go on, of course. We'll go on.

She'll come.

Ángel, I don't mean to bother you,
but do you have something more elegant?

-But you look f*cking great, Miguel.
-f*cking great is a stretch.

You look like a tamer should.

-Ridiculous.
-No. Herculean, damn it, Herculean.

And if the lions attack?

-See the fire extinguishers?
-Mm-hmm.

If they attack,
we use them, and that's it. Have faith.

Son.

Yes, Mother.

The guest of honor isn't here.

-But she will be. She will.
-Of course.

-Besides, she's a professional.
-Yes.

RUSSIAN CIRCUS

-Last one there's a butt face.
-Fine, you'll see.

-Let me through. Ángel!
-You'll see.

What? I said I'd be back for you.

Come.

I told you so.

Do you like it?

Is that truck yours, Ángel?

BERLIN CIRCUS
COLOSSAL

It's my father's.

He has many more.

One day it'll be mine.

Ángel is so lucky.

Antonio, take a picture of us. Come.

A big round of applause
for the wonderful Mayra Gómez Kemp.

-How did I do?
-Impressive, Mayra, as usual.

-Where's Bárbara?
-I'd like to know myself.

Let's sing.

Ángel, it's your turn. What do we do?

-Do we cancel?
-Don't f*ck with me, Cristóforo.

Cancel? We do it with your son--

Make the introduction as long as you can.

All right.

This is about to end,
ladies and… and gentlemen.

But don't worry…

Listen.

If the blonde doesn't come,
don't come out from either side.

Appear in the middle.

You're the best. It's your circus.

The great Richardi!

If what you've seen
hasn't been enough for you,

wait until you see the star of the show…

Everything goes wrong.

Renata.

Blasco.

And now the circus's great savior

isn't coming.

Ángel Cristo…

She's not coming.

…and Bárbara Rey.

Where have you left Bárbara, Ángel?

It seems Miss Bárbara has disappeared
earlier than she was supposed to.

Then, I'm afraid the magic show
will go on with just you.

-I'm afraid so. Richardi.
-Magic--

We want to see Bárbara Rey!

Get Bárbara to come out!

Get Bárbara to come out!

Where's Bárbara?

Bárbara!

Get Bárbara Rey to come out!

Did someone say Bárbara Rey?

Ladies…

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you Bárbara Rey!

Bravo!

Bravissimo!

The wonderful Bárbara Rey
and Ángel Cristo!

They are incredible.

But now I need some silence.

We'll put in the magic box

not one person, but due.

Bárbara Rey and Ángel Cristo!

My assistant, María del Carmen Sierra.

A big round of applause.

In goes Bárbara. How courageous, brava.

In goes Ángel.
One of a kind, the world's best tamer.

The magic box. Close it.

In a display of magic…

Are you all right?

I'm fine.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Are you all right, María?

I'm alone.

María del Carmen, please.

You'll never be alone again.

I want to stay with you forever.

-In here?
-Maybe somewhere more comfortable.

Will you marry me?

The utmost concentration…

We open the box and…

The box is empty.

No Ángel, no Bárbara.

Nothing over here, nothing over there.

Where's Ángel? Where's Bárbara?

Where are Ángel Cristo and Bárbara Rey?

Here, here, here? No.

Bárbara… is over here.

And Ángel… here!

Yes.

I'll finally have what I've always wanted.

I'm going to start a family.

With a man you barely know.

I love seeing you like that.

-How?
-Happy.

I have tamed many lions,

and I still don't know
if I'll be able to tame this creature.

Ready and… applause.

From now on, I'd like us to be friends.

He's our brother.
Are you really leaving him in the lurch?

You promised Ángel would sell.

Money is the least of it.

I want you to love her well.

Are you going to tell me
how to love my wife?

I will always be an artist.

-Cheers!
-To María.

To María!

I'm only telling you, Ángel,

that María will always
have me by her side,

watching out for her.

It's not easy for a mother

to see her daughter in those dirty movies.

If there's a next time,
I swear I'll k*ll you.

Do you take Ángel Cristo
to be your lawfully wedded husband

till death do you part?