01x04 - El arte de los negocios

[bunniefuu]

They're thieves. I can't work like this.

- It's always the same sh*t with her.
- Let it go.

I'm fed up with the way she talks to me.

I'll put all my tracks on a record
and shove it up her a*s.

And that's it.

I'm going to release my f*cking record.

- Come on, let's go.
- Hey.

He's not going in.

Excuse me? What did he say?

- You know he can't stand you.
- I won't let him f*ck me over.

- Wait.
- I'm here to talk about my record.

- What are you saying now?
- Listen.

Relax. I'll fight for you. Okay?

Come on, brother.

Trust me. f*ck.

Done.

Hey.

Put a smile on.

Come on. Let's go.

Let's go.

Three days after Salva passed away,
we went from 15 to 20 million views

with "Diablos" on YouTube.

In three days.

- What happened next?
- The hype stopped.

Exactly.



Since Lázaro appeared,
we're hitting 50 million.

That's significantly more than Canario.

There's only one business
more profitable than a dead artist.

A dead one who's alive.

One million followers since we uploaded
his picture to Quimera's profile.

Pati, they're begging for it.

If you help us just a little,
it's a done deal and

we all win.

Héctor, I'm trying
to understand this, okay?

You're here to ask us for money

for a gig with an artist
who doesn't make music.

He makes music.

For an artist who apparently makes music
and with whom we have no contract.

It's one thing to get likes

but something else
to persuade Quimera's fans to follow him.

- I doubt they're that stupid.
- Why not?

I can see it.

- His fans will understand.
- They already do.

But we have to move fast.

We set up a long-term
and high-impact viral marketing campaign.

Posters, panels, pop-up ads...

And we suggest
a public presentation of the artist

to close the campaign on La Chocarrera.

- Why do you 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.

Quimera isn't dead, man!

He's right here!

In the flesh!

So, if you really miss me so much,

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

Show us.

Stand up.

Me?

Yes, you.

Do it.

Great.

Turn around.

Now, if you'd be so kind,
pull your pants down and bend over.

- Pati, don't f*ck with me.
- What?

I'm honestly dying to lick your a*s, kid.

- Where are you going?
- Dying to.

Do you think this is a great idea?
Then finance it yourself.

Hey.

Lázaro, are you okay?

No.

I can't take it anymore.
She made fun of me.

- They're testing you.
- For what?

Do you know the difference
between a t*rror1st and a rock star?

With a t*rror1st,
there's room for negotiation.

I'll see you in there.

We have the demos of six unreleased tracks
written by Quimera.

The first option is to record an album
or its equivalent in singles,

with the artist's songs
sung by the new performer.

We're asking for an advance on royalties,

which we'd use
to promote the April 14 show.

We have a license from Germán Rodríguez,
the artist's father, present here,

to use Quimera's brand in accordance
with class 41 and in exchange for...

Germán, we can be transparent here, right?

In exchange for 15%
of the royalties for Germán.

Héctor has committed to personally return
your advance payment for the promo

if you're not interested
in signing him after the show.

Also, you can add 7%
of what we get at the ticket office.

That would be yours too.

We could release an album in September.

How much are we talking about?

- To get started we'd need around 20,000.
- What?

Are you f*cking with me?

- What are you doing?
- Why'd you say 20,000?

- That's not what you told me.
- Shut up.



- Will you shut up?
- Yes.

Should I go and put up the posters myself?
Twenty thousand? Seriously?

- Lázaro, please.
- Yes.

- Fifty.
- What are you...?

- Brother...
- Or we'll go straight to Warner.

- I thought your guy was serious.
- My guy is serious. I promise.

- Will you shut up?
- What time was our meeting with Guillermo?

We need to think
about taking precautionary measures.

- No.
- For unfair competition. Yes.

And for exploitation
of a third-party's reputation.

And with that
we might be able to stop your show.

You don't own image or memory rights.

They would belong to those
designated in a will, which we don't have.

Or, in its absence,

his next of kin,
and, as you can see, there's no problem.

But when you start selling tickets,
you'll cause confusion.

Everyone knows Salva's dead.
There's no room for confusion.

- What an idiot.
- Everyone knows he isn't Salva.

Even if he looks like him.

Don't you know
that image rights are non-transferable?

- Salva's dead.
- Salva signed with us.

- It doesn't matter if he's dead or alive.
- He's dead. It's not his image.

Sons of b*tches.

He was 24 years old.

I'm sorry, Germán.

I have one question for you all.

The last time
my son was sitting at this table,

did anyone ask him how he was?

"Are you okay, Salva?"

"Are you worried about something?"
"Is something wrong?"

Did anyone take care of him?

Because he paid
for your parties, your cars,

and even a f*cking house where that leech,
who's probably already drunk, lives.

I'm seeing my daughter in half an hour,

and I won't show up there

and let her think
I met with this band of losers...

- Have some respect.
- Shut up.

Shut up. You're a viper.

You don't deserve any of my respect.

She was his sister

and the money is hers.

I want 15,000 in advance
and 15% of the gross total.

If you crash and burn,
you won't drag me down with you.

That's not what we discussed.

No, because we haven't signed anything.

Call me when,
and only when, everything is ready.

Okay.

Is your daddy also bad-mannered?

I hate parents with no manners.

They're like a fistula in your an*s.

Let's go, Héctor.

Lázaro, please stop. Sit down.

Brother, sit down, please.

Sit down, please.

We'll settle for 40,000.

If you don't crash and burn this time,
we'll keep talking.

What?

- Pati, I think that...
- Shut up.

It's been two hours!

f*ck you!

f*ck you!

sh*t! You kept me waiting for two hours.

- f*ck you!
- What the f*ck is he doing?

- It's been two hours, brother.
- Please relax.

Do you think I'm a piece of sh*t?

- Please.
- Get him out of here.

- Did you talk to them about me?
- I talked about you.

- You're a liar.
- I swear.

Liar! I know what you're up to.

- Let's go.
- I know what you're up to!

- Get him out of here.
- You already bent over.

Did you bend over already?

- I'll call security.
- Dumb sh*t!

Look at what you have!
You take advantage of people!

f*ck you!

If I want a steak, I'll pay for it.

Disgusting!

What are you looking at, dog?

I can't go myself, dude.

Terrible.

You, take the stick out of your a*s. f*ck.

Quimera!

- Where's the white suit?
- What white suit? I like what I'm wearing.

We decided on the white one.

- I decide. It's my image.
- What?

Don't get c*ck, they'll eat you alive.

- I don't care.
- Relax.

Why don't you all leave me alone? You too.

Let's get out of here.

Guys, out.

My God, he's in a mood.

Hi there.

What's this sh*t?

So, today's guest
can only be described as bizarre.

I don't know how to introduce him.

He's technically been here before...

But

technically hasn't.

But...

Tonight, here on La Chocarrera,
give it up for Quimera!

Quimera!

Hey, he's leaving!

What's up?

What's up, smart-a*s?

Come here.

This is your seat.

Welcome.

- I don't know what to call you.
- Quimera, Salva... I don't care.

- Right.
- 'Cause I know who I am.

- Do you know who you are?
- I'm me.

- And you are...?
- I'm me.

And you are...?

- No, I'm...
- And you? Who are you?

Salvador has come to La Chocarrera today

to tell us about his comeback show
at Razzmatazz in Barcelona.

- Let's go.
- Give it up!

- Give it up!
- Let's go.

Resurrection Tour.

Well done.

He has some ba*ls.

- We could swap roles, right?
- Whenever you want.

I don't think you'd know
how to use Auto-Tune.

He's a good comedian.

Do you sing?

No, I'm asking
just in case you only lip-sync.

- Do I look like a guy who lip-syncs?
- I think you look like

a cheeky b*stard.

- Where do you sleep these days?
- At home.

Where else would I sleep?

You're in his home.

- You sleep in his bed.
- In my bed.

I've been told
that third parties are involved.

I heard you've been seen
with the original Quimera's girlfriend.

Watch out! We're talking about
much more than a house and bed, right?

I've never seen someone inherit not just

property, but people too.

What does your family have to say?

Are they saying, "Dude, are you crazy?"

The label is riding the wave.
They dyed your hair pink and that's that.

They're also taking their part.

I didn't think that someone like you
could sign a contract.

If you're a good artist that doesn't
get business, you'll be eaten alive.

I can think of one word
to describe you. Opportunist.

Or leech.

I don't know.

I think we all form part
of the same machine.

- Yes?
- Yes. Denying it would be hypocritical.

Everyone has to make the most
of their most authentic quality.

- Their what?
- Authentic quality.

Right, authentic, my a*s.

- You're selling originality, right?
- Yes.

Originality. Wow.

You also form part of the machine.

- You play your role.
- Really?

- Yes.
- What role?

As a clown.

Clowns.

Did you bring us a gift?

- A gift?
- You know, people usually bring us gifts.

A gift...

Let's see if I can get this off
and give it to you.

- Have you ever owned gold?
- What's he doing?

Let's see if I can get it off.

- I have this.
- Damn.

- Look.
- The first to grab it, keeps it.

- Calm down.
- Stop!

Calm down!

- Lázaro.
- No f*cking way. Stop!

Give it up.
It's the first time he's touched gold.

Dude!

Who do you think you are?

f*ck, man.

So? It was good, right?

What?

I don't know
whether to strangle you or hug you.

You can treat me to some lobster.

- A taxi will be here in three minutes.
- Do you have a light?

Hey, you were right.
I should have worn the white suit.

Don't touch me. What are you doing?

Don't get the wrong idea.

I'm not doing this for you.

What's wrong with you?

- Pompa!
- Hold him down.

- Pompa!
- Stop!

Pompa, stop it!

- What are you doing?
- Pompa!

Don't hit him!