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Why get involved with that bullshit?

-I need money. -You shouldn't do it.

Is he your boyfriend? This isn't the time for boyfriends.

Fede, I know exactly what I want.

This is Candela, our latest star to sign with us.

I want you to hear her before you start recording.

I want to record a song with you. I already told Fede.

Would you mind staying here till I've gone?

I don't want them to see you.

I don't want you here.

You think I enjoy getting beat up in those fights?

It's dirty money! Take it and leave!

It's over. I can't waste any more time.

If you walk out that door, don't even think about coming back.

I need a sparring partner.

Does 3,000 euros seem reasonable for three weeks of work?

Fede represents a huge opportunity for Candela.

She's been fighting for this for years. The last thing she needs is trouble, okay?

-What are you doing here? -I said, "I want to see her bad."

I got on my bike and came here. That's how I roll.

Be selfish and think only about yourself. If you fall in love, you're fucked.

You're feeling down about the kid from Fight Club.

What do you want to do?

Yes.

They say that when there's a lot of trust between two people,

they can spend time together without even having to talk.

Does that mean you trust me?

-Once more, Candela. -Once more? Why? That was perfect, Fede.

It was perfect, but you were cold. You have to sell us what you're singing.

I need more.

-Let's go again. -Okay. Let's get selling, girls.

You avoid me. You keep the car.

And then play your little games with your accidents, your insurance, all that shit.

My God. You've got a really tacky gym.

Is it yours?

Right now, I own 30% of this circus. Because that's what this is, a circus.

There's your lion, and you have to put your head into his mouth.

What do you think?

-He's big.

He has a good jab.

But not enough legwork.

Whatever you say. I'll show you the locker room.

You get changed and get to work

without annoying me anymore because I'm paying you a fortune.

Careful. Don't let him smash that pretty face.

This pretty face can take anything.

That means it's pretty tough.

Okay, all right. Stop. Candela, I need more.

Again.

Let's go, champ.

Diego. Nice to meet you.

Calm down. I'm here to help you, okay? Let's take things easy. Fuck.

Stop holding, shit!

You're like a fucking koala!

YOUR FAULT

Another go, Candela.

-Good job, man. -Fight!

The match ends when I say so!

Okay.

OUR ONLY CHANCE

-Hi. -Hi. Are you okay?

How are you?

Good.

-Shall we? -Yeah, let's go.

-Hi, Pac. How's it going? -Very good.

Does it hurt?

A bit, but I'm fine.

Later I can give you a massage.

Later we each go our own way. I have an early start tomorrow.

So?

Lately, I've only been sleeping three hours a night. I can't keep up like this.

I sleep less than you do, okay?

-Really? -Yeah.

Spicy, Diego-style.

Pac knows what I like. Right, Pac?

Yeah.

What is it?

Nothing. I just want to see you try it.

I can take as much spice as you, you know?

Okay. Let's see.

It's great.

You're such a bad liar.

How was your day?

-A bit boring compared to yours, actually. -Mmm.

Tell me what happened to your face.

A punch.

You said you weren't going to fight anymore.

They've hired me as a sparring partner.

It's a legal job.

I'm preparing a guy who will fight against the Spanish champion, César Bravo.

An ace.

Sort of a David Bisbal of boxing.

Is it worth it?

Yeah.

But I think I could beat Bravo.

And be the champion.

But to fight for the title you need money and time.

And a sponsor who believes in you.

I haven't got any of that.

That's why I'm there, because Madison…

…could be that person.

I'm scared you'll get hurt.

Badly hurt.

So am I.

But being a champion is my dream.

I know it seems like madness, but it's my madness.

Like yours is music.

But whatever.

I like taking risks.

What's up with that car?

What car?

Is he taking pictures?

What do you mean he's taking pictures? Fuck him!

Where are you going?

What the fuck?

-Did you see if it was a man or a woman? -No.

How do you know they were taking pictures?

I thought I saw a camera.

There. Block, block, block.

Maybe you're just paranoid.

I'm not paranoid.

What's clear is you don't want people seeing us together.

When have I ever said that?

You don't have to, Candela.

I'd just rather not mix things.

What things?

Well, work and--

What sort of thing am I for you?

-Are we having a fight? -No, we're not having a fight.

-You're demanding something. -No, Candela, I'm not--

Look, you're the one setting conditions here. I'm not setting any conditions.

I'm going home.

Why are you angry?

Candela, wait.

Wait, don't go.

Diego, I'm free.

We haven't made any commitments, and I don't have to explain myself to you.

No, I don't--

I'm not asking for explanations.

The only commitment you have is with--

With that guy, the suit.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Let's take this slowly, okay?

Let's take it slowly. I like going slowly.

You like going slowly?

Yes.

You're an idiot.

What?

-You're not leaving? -No.

There. Shoot, shoot, shoot.

Hey.

So you could write me a song sometime, right?

A song about you?

No, a song for me.

-Wow!

Maybe I've already started one.

Really?

What's it called?

I have to say that I missed you guys.

So when Mauro invited me here, I couldn't say no.

The song you're about to hear isn't finished.

This is my first time singing it outside of my bedroom.

But I'm very excited to share it with you.

Because you're my people,

and you've been listening to me since the beginning.

Because when I'm here I feel at home.

It's called "Oasis." I hope you like it.

Bravo! Great!

You've been silent for a while. What do you think of this shot?

I think it's finished. It's perfect.

Yeah? Done. Wrap it up.

-That pose. Let's see. Wait.

Can you tell me what you're doing?

My job.

Hiring someone to spy on her isn't your job.

This company is investing a lot of money in Candela. I'm not taking any risks.

-If you ask me, I think you're the risk.

-Really? -Yes, yes. Really, yes. Fede, yeah.

You think I'll get involved with a girl from the neighborhood.

I was a girl from the neighborhood. Hmm?

That was 15 years ago.

And we fucked up.

Getting older means not fucking up again, right?

I'm interested in her as a product.

As a woman, I couldn't care less about her.

-Good morning. -Good morning, baby.

Hey. Vero sent me a message.

She wants to know if her scarf is in your closet.

She could have told me in person. She was at Oasis yesterday and she ignored me.

Girl, give her time.

Okay, tell her I'll look for it later.

But tell her that I'd like to make things right with her too.

What's up with blonde beauty and you?

I mean, if he's going to spend every night here, he should pay his share of the rent.

-Don't you think? -Good morning.

Okay, honey. I get it.

He's drop-dead gorgeous. But this isn't the time.

Okay, Christian. Enough.

I hear this enough from my mother. I'm leaving.

So, what do you think? Isn't it awesome?

Yes.

You say "yes," but it sounds more like "I don't know."

It's very good, honey. But--

But what?

This isn't you, Candela.

Of course this isn't me.

This woman is an artist, and the woman you have here is your daughter.

Look.

I know I'm a buzzkill.

But, sweetheart, I see people suffering every day here at the hospital.

And I don't want you to suffer, my love.

Mom, I'm fine.

I'm happy. I'm finally doing what I want.

I'm writing a lot of songs, and I feel…

What do you feel?

Dr. Sánchez, please go to Trauma.

That face.

Is there a boy?

Yes, there's a boy.

He wouldn't happen to be from the record label?

No, no.

-He wouldn't happen to be a musician? -He has nothing to do with that.

What world does he come from?

What's up with the hook you threw yesterday after the bell?

I'm here to help you, dude. That's what I get paid for.

And listen. You're good, and you hit hard, okay?

But if you don't move better, you won't get him, you know?

So swing a left, get in, create your space, okay?

Pivot, connect one, two, three punches and don't move away.

Stay with him because that's your war.

If he starts dancing away, doing what he does best, he'll tire you.

And you'll be a dead man by the third round.

I don't have anything against you, but I don't want to talk to you, understand?

I'm not here to make friends.

I like you, you know? I like you a lot.

You're doing things right here.

As soon as all this is over, I'll take care of you personally.

No more illegal fights. I'll get you boxing matches, okay?

But you have to forget about Mancho. He's a dinosaur.

-No more Mancho. -Not a word against Mancho.

Don't get me wrong. I have the utmost respect for Mancho.

He had his moment.

But that moment is over, and you know it.

Don't be the circus clown, be the trapeze artist.

Time to fly.

I'll take 30%, okay?

And one last thing. Don't let that beast bust your face.

You're good-looking. Good-looking people sell. They succeed.

If they bust your face, I'll like you a lot less.

Hi, Candela, sweetheart.

Hey, since I heard you sing I've been giving it a lot of thought.

I have a concert in Valencia. Would you like to open the show and debut your song?

How about it?

Is this for real?

What song will I sing?

-I don't know. -"The Last Time."

-"The Last Time."

Maybe.

Fede, please. Let's do "The Last Time." I'd love to.

We'll see.

-But you have to promise me something. -Whatever you want.

Don't lie to me again.

What?

I haven't lied to you.

You said no boyfriends.

-And I don't have a boyfriend. -What about the pretty boy?

The one that showed up at the house. The one that steals your nights?

-We're just friends. -Candela.

Well, look. That pretty boy inspires me.

-What? -To write.

Do you want me to pay him to inspire you?

Be careful. You're good.

But the world is full of young, pretty girls who dream of being singers.

So I can't have friends.

What you can't do is arrive late to your commitments, tired and lying.

There are a lot of people working for you. Show me you're worth it.

I'm already showing you, and I'll keep on doing so. Don't worry.

No more singing at that dive bar.

No more releasing songs without my permission, all right?

Have you been following me?

There are videos of you everywhere, Candela.

Your fans might be delighted, but the marketing team wants to strangle you.

Okay, but have you been following me or not?

No.

-No. -And now just focus on the concert.

I don't want any more drama.

He just wants what's best for you.

And what's best for me, Marta?

Let's get back to the rehearsal. Come on.

Wow, it's "Slowpoke Vázquez!"

Slowpoke, lead-footed Vázquez.

If you box like that, César Bravo will put you to sleep in the first round, dude.

-Dead weight! More like done for! -Will you shut the fuck up?

-You'll only make things worse. -Worse than this? Come on!

Come on!

Very good! Look at you now, "Slowpoke Vázquez."

Shit!

Fucking slowpoke!

Holy shit!

Vázquez!

-Madison, he's not fucking moving! -He wasn't moving earlier, dude.

He already wasn't moving.

Lolo, call an ambulance.

Vázquez.

Vázquez! Vázquez!

What if he never wakes up?

If he never wakes up, then we'll have to bury him, right?

We're not going to leave him there. Don't beat yourself up.

Vázquez didn't get into boxing without knowing the risks.

Right. But now, even if he wakes up, he--

He can't fight anymore. They won't let him.

The match was already lost.

Hey!

Hey, Paula. Honey, come.

Come here, come here. Come on, come here.

-Hey, hey.

-Hey. -Lately, he's had headaches,

but didn't want to see a doctor.

Don't worry about a thing. He'll pull out of this, like always.

He's in the best hands.

The insurance will cover everything, don't worry.

-How is the baby? How is the baby girl? -Good.

Don't worry.

-And this…

This is Diego.

-Hi. -Hi.

I'm really sorry. It was my fault.

It's not anybody's fault.

I'm sorry.

He's in there, all right?

What if he dies?

I didn't mean to do it.

Honey.

Madison.

-Hello? -He's fine.

The doctor said there were previous injuries, and he'll have to quit boxing.

-Really? -Everything's fine.

Shit! He's okay.

-Yes!

Don't force it. Relax, relax.

You should talk to her, don't you think?

Go ahead.

How are you, Candela?

This fucking piano!

-This is about the other day, right? -It's about everything, Fede.

I'm getting a tea, okay?

Look, Candela. I'll admit that yesterday…

I overdid it.

I think it's normal for you to fall in love at your age.

But you can't lose focus.

I'm not losing it, Fede. I devote 12 hours every day to this.

Exactly. Being a singer is like being a professional athlete.

Well, professional athletes have personal trainers.

I can send you mine.

Don't worry, I already know one.

He needs a job, by the way.

-Your guy. -Yeah.

Anything will do. If you could just give him a chance.

Does he have a driver's license?

We're giving out two tickets for the event,

where we'll also see the debut of an artist who's making big waves on YouTube.

Candela. A new voice with many followers on social media who is about to explode.

Here--

You're a bit nervous?

Yeah, I'm going absolutely crazy. Look at my nails. They're nonexistent.

Okay, then. Think about something else.

What was the name of that film you mentioned the other day?

-Right, you never told me. -I didn't tell you?

So tell me now. What is it about?

I won't tell you. It's a dumb film, and you'll laugh at me.

No, I won't laugh at you. I swear.

What is it about?

Well, Sandra Bullock is a famous New York editor. Ryan Reynolds is her assistant.

She always treats him like dirt, until one day she has a visa problem.

So she makes Andrew, Ryan Reynolds, pretend he's her fiancé.

Shit.

-Do they fall in love for real? -Of course.

-What kind of films are you watching?

And you want to be like her, right?

Well, yeah. Being Margaret Tate wouldn't be half bad.

And having an assistant like me.

And having power.

And really falling in love, of course. Typical.

And having everything be like in the films, where "The End" appears,

and the characters stay there forever.

Well, I don't want to be like that Ryan "Meynolds" or Reynolds.

-Or whatever. -Reynolds. It's Reynolds.

I want my own space.

SIERRA MUSIC RECORDS

-Hi. -Hi.

-How was the trip? -Great.

-It's hot here, isn't it? -You should've come in the car I sent you.

Anyway, Marta is already inside.

She has the key to your room and the concert schedule.

Rehearsals, press conference and everything else.

-Okay. -I'll get the equipment. Go on inside.

Okay, thanks.

-Bye, Diego. See you later! -Bye, Candela!

Diego, we haven't properly introduced ourselves.

-Hi. Nice to meet you. -Welcome to the team.

Thank you.

Shit, this place is amazing, honestly. I wanted to thank you for the opportunity.

I know you did it for Candela. But either way, this came at a time I needed it most.

All I ask is that you be responsible.

We all depend on each other. You can't let us down.

Of course.

This is important.

At 5:00 p.m., unload the van.

And even more important,

as soon as the concert is over, load up the van, and take it back to Madrid.

It has to be on time first thing for Karol G at the WiZInk arena.

-Okay. Yes. -Okay?

Park it in the garage and make sure it's locked.

Then check in at the hotel, and they'll give you your key.

Perfect, thank you.

Okay. See you later.

Hey.

-What's up? You're Diego, right? -Yeah.

-I'm Juanma. Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.

Hey, I took this bed since it's a bit closer to the window.

-It's fine. -Do you mind?

Yeah. Come in, come in.

Surprise!

Christian!

What are you doing here?

-Well, I just went for it.

I've brought you a surprise.

A surprise?

It makes me so happy to have you here.

Well, this asshole convinced me.

Candela, um…

I mean…

-I love you, and I really-- -I love you more.

-I also have a surprise for you. -Do you?

I'm singing our song.

-You're singing "The Last Time"? -Yes.

Everyone will finally know what an amazing musician you are.

-I love you guys so much.

Mic!

-Hi. -Hi.

-What is it?

I'm getting an error message.

What is it?

-This needs to be fixed. -I'll tell them to check it.

Let's go.

Ready?

Well, yeah. I think so.

-Stop, stop, stop, stop.

That's the melody for "Your Fault," not "The Last Time."

Gus asked for a more upbeat song, to get the audience in the mood.

But it's fine. You know both, don't you?

Mmm. Yeah.

Okay.

-We're stopping, we're stopping.

-Are you okay?

I think it's a pulled muscle.

Okay, guys. Let's take a ten-minute break.

You work for production?

Find me the best physiotherapist around and have them come right away.

-It's the same muscle from the other day? -Yeah, I think so.

It started hurting during the video shoot. But I thought I was doing better.

Okay, Candela. But you must let us know. Always. Even if it might seem silly.

-I know, I know. -Please.

It's a contracture.

I know what I'm talking about. May I?

-No. Don't even think about it. -Look, it's just a contracture.

-I think I can help. -How are you so sure?

I've had loads of them. Do you know how expensive physio is?

-I'm better, guys.

Okay, the physio guy is on his way. Please be patient. Okay?

Okay, do it.

Candela, if it gets worse--

Fede, I'm the one with the contracture, okay?

Let him try. I'm sure it will improve.

Try it. Do it.

Are you sure?

Sure, yeah.

-It hurts here? This will help. -Yeah.

But--

-Breathe.

-Ouch. -Be care--

When it stops hurting, tell me.

Okay.

-Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Okay, stop.

-Yeah? -Yes.

-Better? -Yes.

-It's better, honestly. -Okay, thanks.

But as soon as the physio guy gets here, let him have a look, okay?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

I'll keep on putting stuff together.

Hey, everyone. Welcome to Medusa Music Fest.

Your favorite beach festival, filled with music.

Lots of great music.

Are you ready to dance until dawn?

Let yourself go, it's going to be one hell of a night.

Let's hope the weather holds up and so do you.

Before his concert,

Gus wants us to meet an artist who is making big waves on social media.

Gus says that when she sings, the sun comes out.

So, singing for you for the first time,

Candela!

It was just one song, right?

I don't know, baby.

What about "The Last Time"?

This girl is the bomb. You're so lucky.

Come on!

Encore, encore!

Thanks.

Gorgeous!

-Can we come in?

Yes, come in.

Hi, baby.

It was beautiful. Really beautiful.

Thank you.

Baby.

Hey, I'm really sorry.

They changed the song at the last minute, and I didn't sing "The Last Time."

Well, what can you do? You sang "Your Fault," right?

That one is also ours.

But they changed it a lot, no?

-The arrangements are--

Candela, it was a ten. You were great.

The song is fantastic.

Keep it up. It's only up from here.

Thanks.

Get changed, we're going to have dinner with Gus and the organizers.

No, I made plans with my friends.

Well, you can meet them tomorrow for breakfast.

Sure, Candela. Sure, sure, sure. You should go.

Besides, we're meeting some friends in Benimaclet for drinks.

-Yeah? Oh, yeah. -Yeah.

See? No problem. We'll see you later.

Sorry.

This is a private area, artists only.

-Okay. I just came to see how she's doing. -Listen a sec.

I'm asking you to keep your relationship with Candela on the side, understand?

-Of course. -Remember, as soon as the concert ends…

-Straight back to Madrid.

-Thanks, guys.

Bye.

-Hi. -Hi.

-It was great. You were amazing. -Thanks.

How is your shoulder? Better?

Yeah, better.

Hey, want to go to the beach?

Don't you have a dinner to go to? I have to take the van back to Madrid.

I know. But Fede doesn't have to find out, does he?

-How will he not find out, Candela? -Come on.

It's just for a little while.

The truth is, I would love to see the sea.

And now is when it shows up.

"The End."

Why?

What we said in the van about the movies.

You and I at the beach,

"The End."

We would stay here for the rest of our lives.

You know, I see things differently.

When a movie is over, I always think…

"What now?"

That question…

It's a bit scary.

Yeah, it is a bit scary.

Well…

Now Sandra Bullock goes to her dinner with the big shots,

and Ryan Gosling spends five hours in the van to Madrid.

-No way. No. -Please, come on. Let's go.

I have to go, Candela. I have to take the van.

No. Please, no.

Like this forever.

Diego?

Marta, what is it?

Okay, okay. I'll be right there.

-Tell me where the van is. -I don't know, man.

-I think you do know. -Are you calling me a thief?

No. I'm saying the van should be in Madrid and it's not. And it isn't here either.

Well, maybe someone took it or stole it. I don't know.

From here, the hotel?

Yeah. I left it here last night. Like you told me.

Yes. What else did I say?

-When it was over… -I was to go to Madrid.

-And you didn't. -No. I was going to, right now. I swear--

Do you know how much the equipment in that van was worth?

Hundreds of thousands of euros have just disappeared!

-What happened? -Hold on.

Fuck. Okay, man. I swear I don't know how much the equipment is worth.

But I didn't steal the fucking van. I left it here like you told me.

I went upstairs for a moment because I was exhausted. To rest.

To rest?

You went to her room to rest?

I can't fucking believe this. No.

Shit.

Okay, please. Please listen to me. I didn't steal the fucking van, okay?

If I were a thief-- Candela, please. I wouldn't be here.

I would have left with the van, okay? I'm not a thief!

-You've given me a job. -Calm down.

Don't tell me to calm down. You calm down.

-Hey. Please relax! Calm down. -You're the ones who should fucking relax!

Candela, look me in the eye. I didn't steal the van.

-I'm making an honest living here. -Okay.

No, let me go! Don't bust my balls!

Okay! Relax. Back off. Fuck.

-Candela, I swear. I'm calm. -Listen, calm down, Diego. Calm down.

Leave me the fuck alone!

What the fuck are you doing?

-Fede. -Shit.

Are you an idiot or what?

Shit, shit.

Do you know if he needs money?

Do you know anyone who doesn't?

I don't know, Fede. Diego couldn't have stolen the van. He was with me all night.

Maybe he had a deal with that scumbag.

What scumbag?

Do I have to spell it out?

Candela, "underground fights" equals "shady people."

The other day he almost killed a colleague.

-Wow. You sure are informed, aren't you? -I need to know who you're seeing.

Besides, I hired him. I gave him a chance.

I was going to hire him for more gigs, not just yours, but after this…

I don't know if I want people like that on my team.

Diego is a good person, okay?

Diego is an extremely violent man, Candela.

Maybe he used to be a good person, but not anymore.

You can tell he's been hurt, and he's hurting.

Look. If you're worried I'm going to report him, don't be, because I won't.

But Diego is out.

Diego.

Diego, can we talk just a second?

I don't know. Ask your boss. I don't think we can.

You had no business pushing him, and you know it.

He had no business calling me a thief.

Okay. But here we don't solve things with our fists.

No. You solve them with knives, apparently.

-Did you tell anyone you were coming? -I don't understand, Candela.

Did anyone know you were driving a van full of expensive equipment?

-So you're calling my friends thieves. -I'm not saying that, Diego.

That we're in some gang.

I'm not saying that. I'm talking about Madison and his people.

I was at that fight, remember?

Yes, you were at that fight, and you saw how it was.

Look, Diego. I'm saying--

That my friends and I are thieves, that's what you're suggesting.

You know what? I wish we could make a living stealing vans.

But we bust our fucking faces at illegal fights.

You bust your fucking face because you want to.

You make friends with rich people because you want to, right?

So, dear Candela. Fuck you, the van and fuck Fede too.

Now you got what you wanted.

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