01x03 - Un privilegio

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Hey, sorry I didn't answer last night.

I'd like to see you.

Tell me something about you.

But I don't want garbage, dude.

Did they at least
listen to the tracks, Héctor?

Yes, I'm with the kid from yesterday.

Hi.

Well, in about 20 minutes.

Yes, we'll leave soon.

All right.

What's this guy doing here?

- I brought him here.
- Are you f*cking with me?

f*cking with you? What?

You want to ruin my morning.

Drink up or it'll lose its nutrients.

Thanks.

- What's with the clothes?
- I gave them to him.

- What happened last night wasn't enough?
- That was strictly business.

What business?

- You're an idiot, dude.
- Why are you here?

I came home to pick up my stuff.

Home to pick up your stuff?

You only think about yourself.

- You never ask how I'm doing.
- I want him to leave.

- Should I leave?
- You stay there.

Eat your fried egg.

- I want him to leave.
- Want some bread?

Leave the guy alone.

He needs to leave now.

- Do you have anything to do today?
- No.

Come with me.
We're going to do some stuff.

Have a good day.

You disgust me, man.

Hello?

Have you seen your likes on Insta?

You've got more than two million.
You're the boss.

Can I call you later?

- Of course. Where are you?
- Now's not a good time.

- What time will you be home?
- I'm not sure if I'm going yet.

- Okay, your call.
- Bye.

- Talk to you later. Okay. Yes.
- Ciao.

Ciao.

Is everything okay?

Yes.

Fantastic.

Right.

I'm Lázaro.

Daniel. Nice to meet you.

Why are you laughing?

It's been a day already, dude,
and we're just introducing ourselves now.

f*ck.

Damn.

- We could've done it earlier.
- Yes, that's true.

Crank up the AC, please.
The heat's k*lling me.

And play some music.

He never picks up the phone,
never answers my texts...

What is this? Where did this guy bring me?

Unbelievable. We had to come here
to talk about my record?

I swear I'm going to k*ll him.
Why did he bring me here?

- Who are you going to k*ll?
- What is this, dude?

A privilege, can't you see?

A privilege, dude?

Héctor. Nice to meet you, brother.

- Lázaro.
- Okay, get to the point.

- What did the label say about my tracks?
- Chill, there's time for everything.

Do you want some beer, water, cava...?

A cold beer.

- You want something?
- Water.

Good choice.

I'll take a bottle of water too.

This way.

Soledad did us a favor
and lent us this space

so we can talk stuff over.

I told her
you might be interested in buying a piece.

I'm seriously thinking
about buying this one.

As a long-term investment.

If you offer me a contract,
I could buy one.

Even then,
I don't think you could afford it.

Come on, man.

The time will come.

Do you realize what they're doing here?

No.

Snobs selling snake oil
and laundering money.

Is managing an Instagram account
worth 4,000 euros a month?

Is it?

How much is a flash drive
of your music worth?

This is still worth 100,000.

Artists need all this sh*t
to profit from their art.

A cool warehouse like this

requires a good architect,
construction workers, cleaners, security,

and a few academics
to work out theory behind it all.

All that's as important
as the work itself,

because once you're out there, all of this

is worth f*cking nothing.

In here

the sky's the limit.

sh*t is worth the same
in here and out there.

What I mean to say is that with hard work
and the right help, everything improves.

Am I right?

Maybe, I guess.

But it breaks my ba*ls that these things
have to be explained with flyers.

Right?

You couldn't be more f*cking right.

Never let anyone tell you
how you should see things.

You have to find out on your own.

You know, we're very much alike.

Let's go inside.

I'm going to be honest with you.

- I want you to be honest with me too.
- Of course.

I think you're special.

Yesterday, when you went all punk
at the Hinds concert,

you reminded me of Salva.

The thing is...

How would you feel on a stage?

- Good.
- No, you don't want to feel good.

You need to feel f*cking great.

This isn't for everyone.

Lights on your head.
People screaming your songs.

Your f*cking face
and f*cking name everywhere.

I propose we do a gig
that will make history.

If it goes well, you might be able
to buy a house for yourself.

A nice car...

You set the limits.

To do this I need someone professional.

Especially because,
to see Quimera on stage again,

I'll have to call a father
who just lost his son.

Should I do it?

Yes.

- Yes, I think so.
- Why should I do it?

Because that father won't be getting
his son back, but who knows?

Maybe he could buy another house.
Another car.

It's a win-win, right?

For everyone.

Look.

I like people who can be trusted.

- I can't be trusted?
- Not as much as I'd like.

You need to pay off your debt.

Do you know what I need?

A penthouse. With a terrace.

And, unlike you, I'm on the right path.

Right?

You have no idea
how these things work, brother.

I doubt you'll get
what you want all on your own.

Héctor, I'm out. Let's go.

Thanks for the advice.

Hey.

Wait, I'm coming with you.

Hey, where are you going?

To look for a manager.

You're super impatient, Pompa. Dude.

You're lucky I'm a saint.
I talked to Marcos.

He said we should talk in two weeks.
He loved the demo.

- You're welcome.
- Why didn't you tell me earlier?

The problem is you don't trust me.
When have I let you down?

Have I ever let you down?

I need you to do me a favor.
We need to get Quimera's account back up.

Okay?

Do you like the idea?

- Yes?
- Yes.

Okay.

See how you can trust me?

How much does that cost?

Hey, brother!

I'm inviting everyone to the party.

Invite whoever you want, okay?

Don't be shy. Come on.

We'll pack it full.

Okay, the account's up again.

Quimera lives.

{\an8}QUIMERA
KINGS WITHOUT CROWNS.

Let me introduce you
to your shark lawyer. Lázaro, Javier.

- Javier, Lázaro.
- How are you?

- Nice to meet you.
- Are they treating you well?

- Yes.
- Be careful, you hear.

Be careful.

- Let me know if you need anything.
- Thanks.

Ciao.

f*ck, he looks just like him.

I hope this one lasts a little longer.

Animal!

- Maybe he's in love with you, girl.
- No way.

He's just another guy looking for a house.
Story of my life.

He's inside your house.

Hey, what's that?

This? sh*t, dude,
it's Salva's bracelet, brother.

Give it to him.

- Why would I do that?
- Come on.

Just until tomorrow.

- No way.
- Come on, give it to me.

Give it to him.

I can't believe it. He gave it to him.

Quimera!

I love it! Go, man!

What's up, dude?

Why didn't you tell me about tomorrow?

- f*cking Pompa told me about it.
- But...

What was I supposed to tell you?

Let me decide.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Okay.

Do you want in on this?

Hey.

Can I talk to you for a sec?

- I'll be back, okay?
- Okay.

Come here.

- What is it?
- Come.

- Who do you think I am, Santa Claus?
- Order more alcohol.

Come on.

A little more.

They're treating me like a king.

This is my time.

- What are you on?
- Nothing.

Nothing. Only alcohol.

The plan is for me to
help you make money...

- Yes.
- so you'll make me money.

Not for me to give you my money
for these f*cking losers to drink. Okay?

- I need you sharp tomorrow.
- Yes.

So we can stuff ourselves
with lobster later.

- Perfect.
- Are we clear?

- Yes. But...
- Yes?

Will you order one more?

Let's go!

Get the beer. Open the door.

Coming.

Hi?

- What are you doing here?
- I thought you wanted to see me.

How'd you know about the party?

Is it private? Everyone's here.

Not everyone.

Hey. What's up?

What's up? Is he giving you trouble?

No, no trouble.
Sorry, I came to the wrong party.

No. You two know each other.

You can't fool me.

Let's go. Come in, there's no guest list.

But we're past the champagne phase.
Follow me downstairs.

Hey.

- Want to see my room?
- No need.

What do you mean no need? Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing?

Hey, are you okay?

Ignore him, girl.

Look at him.

What's he doing?

Mía. Seriously, girl.

f*cking ignore him, okay?

- Stay here.
- No.

- I'm going over there.
- Mía.

Hold this for me.

What's wrong with you, huh?

I don't know. Don't you want to dance?

Dance?

Don't touch me.

Mía. Stop it.

Let's go.

Let's go, girl.

What?

What's wrong? Huh?

Am I the only one not allowed to have fun?

You, look at me.

Are you going to f*ck me or what?

If you want in,
you have to go all the way.

Get undressed.

Come on.

I said get undressed.

Take it all off.

Lie down!

- Move it.
- What's wrong?

- Move it.
- Yes.

Party's over.

- Let's go. Everybody out.
- That's it.

Do you hear me? Everybody out, now!

Go home.

I'm telling you to get out. Let's go.

- We'll set up a camera.
- Out. Ciao.

- Can anyone understand me?
- Party's over.

Now you're gonna eat my p*ssy.

- Come here.
- Go home.

- Let's go!
- Keep going.

Everyone out.

Come on, out!

- Okay.
- Hurry.

- We heard you.
- Don't worry.

- Come on.
- It's not our fault.

Stop.

Thank you.

Your tattoo looks good. Who did it?

My girlfriend.

I designed it.

I know.

Now what?

What do you want to do with all this?

Grow.

Do something real.

Be someone.

Be careful.

This sh*t hurts.

Get ready, we've work to do.