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Let's see.

Hmm ...

So good!

Nobody fries potatoes like you, mother.

-Eat all you want, my life.

You have stayed in the bones.

-Yeah, if you saw the food that they put us in the barracks.

If you almost did not have time to try it.

-What have you said?

No, how do you want the meat? -Well cooked.

This is eaten to the point, Jorge. -Well cooked.

Well that, well done.

(TV)

Do you see?

"Saint Barbara".

I thought you were going to end "Delta Force".

Lee Marvin, Chuck Norris. What else do you want?

See no more weapons?

(TURN OFF THE TV)

Jorge, uh ...

Ok the army it's not your thing,

but you have to do something in the life.

Dad...

Come work with me. Phew...

What does that mean?

Well, I know how your life is:

you don't have time for anything and they hate you.

Only the powerful. And they don't hate me, they fear me.

The rest of Spain loves me.

Why don't you try to see if you like it?

It is a noble profession. Already.

Ok, not always.

But it is the most beautiful in the world.

And hell, you don't live so bad!

(SIGHS)

Should I study Journalism?

I did not study journalism.

Would you teach me?

If you are worth it, I can help you.

If you are not worth it, no one can teach you.

Man, mom would be looking forward to it.

And me too.

Seriously?

Of course.

Thanks for getting me out of there.

(Tuning of "Kings of the night")

Are you still meeting with Cerdán? -The referee thing was a shit.

-If it had only been that ... -There's no screaming, it's a good sign.

-Buenas tardes. (ALL THREE) Good afternoon.

-And I'm sorry.

-That's already a bad sign.

The EGM comes out next week.

As soon as the disaster is confirmed it will be official.

We do not renew.

We are still better than we think.

-Yes, I had to break through among the fans to get there.

-And that's it? Are they not going to give us more opportunities?

-If they give us a chance Every night and every night we screw it up

The referee thing was the last straw.

-He's missing. Not even Today's final is going to whistle.

Jota, I don't understand what happened. Well I do.

Who did you tell about the referee?

Me, nobody. -Neither do I.

-That?

Well, someone it went off the tongue

and he led me to do the greatest ridiculous of my professional life.

And watch out, eh? That since I started with this shed,

the bar was quite high.

Nobody?

From you, no one?

Okay, I really ... -How can you think that?

Well...

-Jota, if you fall, we all fall.

Ya, ya, no, no, no. You're right, it doesn't make sense.

Unless...

someone would not want to tell that matches are bought

to protect the illusion from the people.

-Do you really think that I have been disloyal to the team?

I don't know, mister!

But if it wasn't you ...

Who?

You?

Yes aunt.

No, you are not like that.

You are a bit edge, a bit ambitious and a bit bitchy.

But a son of a bitch?

A little yes I am, yes.

Oh my!

Well let's see, Jota was going to lose the show anyway.

I simply shortened his agony.

That, you are a doctor, right? Well that, palliative care, right?

It's one thing to give it a painkiller and another, suffocate him with the pillow.

Fuck, Cocha! I did it and that's it.

And things are not going to get older.

Come on man! I am not a traitor!

-You can't go! -I have won four King's Cups.

Three balls to me comment on this!

-Are you going to let him go like this?

No I won't let it happen as in the Selection.

I throw him out on the fucking street.

Shall I accompany you to the exit, mister?

(Snorts)

That?

(MURMURAN)

(JOKE)

Talk to him.

(Office environment)

Let's go. Which production to cancel the accreditation of the míster.

How are we going to do it without him? We don't fucking need him.

I narrate the game. You, at the foot of the field.

And you with me, to support and promos.

- (IMITATING THE MISTER) Purito Rey, the taste of betrayal.

He is the coach.

Too soon, I get it.

Jota, can we talk?

Yeah right. Wait for me downstairs.

Are you okay?

No, my best collaborator he has betrayed me.

And are you sure about that?

Uh ... yeah, totally.

It's not the end of the world either, is it? You can lift your head.

It is very lonely at the top but more only is in the shit.

No, Jota, you are not alone.

Marga, sorry, but I'm in a hurry. What did you want?

It is...

complicated.

Shall we have dinner together? I bring Chinese food.

Are you sure?

Do you prefer pizza?

No, no, I mean ... Safe ... safe?

Yes.

Very good, well, we stayed like that.

Bye.

Sorry.

(Glass falling)

-Sorry.

I don't think it's worth but stick it for a few days

so you can see what the thing is about.

For me it is an honor that you entrust me the life of your son.

I want you to show him the job, not that you give him a kidney.

Oh, and no whores.

If he wants to, I don't think so that are expensive, very expensive.

Heard kitchen, boss.

I have one on the Paseo de la Habana, Phew...

An Iranian beauty, that she worked in a harem of high standing,

until she arrived the bastard Khomeini.

Poor dear.

Flee from Khomeini to end you.

(Laughs)

You don't miss one, huh, boss?

I don't know if I can teach him something to the kid,

because she should take it all in the blood.

East?

This has not come out neither me nor his mother.

In any case, his grandfather. To that yes.

That they kicked him out of town for blowing up the church.

In the war? Was he red? At parties, pyrotechnic.

Take it to the end and don't lose sight of him.

This is a frequency incubator.

The alpha waves that are there they send my voice to the satellite,

that is up there, to take it up the ass,

and it bounces the signal and sends it, uh uh uh,

to all the whore houses in Spain.

But Jorge, all that does not matter.

They are cables, buttons, technology and the whole host. It does not matter.

Here, the only important thing is this.

And that.

(TEODORUS SPEAKS IMITATING)

(WITH ARGENTINE ACCENT) "What does it say, kid? Stop fucking around."

"While playing on the Boca court ... ".

"On the Boca court".

-Sorry, I know you. You're the one from "You have to laugh."

-Theodore.

-How strong, the funny one. -No, the other one.

-To me the one that made me laugh it was you.

-Oh yeah?

What can I do for you? Do you want a photo?

Do I leave you a horny message on the answering machine?

-Why don't you go back to the radio?

Since you parted I miss you.

-No, if I'm still on the radio.

-Seriously? - (SEATS)

"Come on, I hadn't heard you!"

-It's a new program, we are starting. Sports.

-Ah, my father works in sports. -Yes? What is his name?

-Paco Maldonado.

-Is your father Paco the Condor?

-That!

Oysters! Why don't you work for him?

A lot of people hear him.

Plus, he has never had a comedian.

If you want, I present you.

-No, thanks, no.

-Let's see, I know he has bad reputation in the profession,

but he is a good uncle. -Yes Yes.

-That really, I swear.

Look, he has done one thing for me ...

amazing.

-What thing?

(Western music)

It's the last chance of that son of a bitch.

Let's finish him off.

Let's give it a cane the dwarf with the balls.

You, I love you with one eye in the countryside

and an ear on your broadcast. If he attacks us, we attack him.

Dabuti, because I have information of the Condor.

Do you remember the strike?

He betrayed the pilots

and helped the government to free his son from the military.

No, that is impossible. It would never be sold that way.

What if his wife asked her to?

-Who told you that? -A fan.

From the Condor? Own!

A fan that turns out to be the son of the Condor.

He is here, he has told me ten minutes ago.

-Jot... Jota, we have a fucking missile.

No.

Any spanish has to go to the military.

Yes, and the posh get away. Welcome to Spain.

The Condor has grown its credibility for a favorable treatment.

-The Condor is corrupt. -Technically a corruptor

and a hypocrite. He always denounces this.

-You want to finish him? Yes, but not like this.

This is not a joke it's something personal.

-If the personal is mixed with politics it ceases to be personal.

I said no, damn it!

This is his game, not mine.

Not ours.

Do you know why he told me this?

Because his son is an asshole. Paco said it.

Because he didn't know that he worked for you.

The EGM does not need to be output to know that nobody listens to us.

If you want to play dirty Go to the Condor's cabin.

But here if we have to die we will die with dignity.

-With dignity. Yes, any problem?

Not perfect. Let's do something with a lot of dignity

and that neither God listens to him.

(Door closing)

The 44,000 souls are roaring

at the Luis Casanova stadium From Valencia.

Swollen paths are anticipated rowdy,

because that way the occasion deserves it.

For the Football Club Barcelona:

Zubizarreta, Aloisio, Alexanco, Koeman ...

-Salinas, Eusebio, Laudrup, Roberto and Txiki Begiristain.

-For Real Madrid:

Buyo in goal, Chendo, Gordillo ...

-Butragueño, Michel, Martín Vázquez and at the tip Hugo Sánchez.

Players about to jump into the field.

Almudena Ocaña, changing room tunnel.

-Moments of great concentration.

-Butragueño says something Michel while he crosses himself

And it doesn't look like a sentence

-Who are you talking to? If nobody listens to you, asshole.

-I talk to your mother. She says that give your father's mustache back.

And he starts the game.

Iron for Sanchís.

Long sanchís for Michel.

Michel who runs on the right wing,

and Ronald Koeman meets him.

Alexanco who combs toward the left,

towards demarcation by José Mari Bakero,

that gives continuity to the spherical.

Love for Salinas.

Salinas receives, looks for the hole ...

This Barça is hungry. He is hungry.

Attention! Salinas hits him from above and ...!

She has been lost above.

On four occasions these teams have faced each other.

Do you want to know who has won the Cup more times?

No.

Your majesty the king enjoying the box.

Filled to the brim!

Accredited media from everywhere

to attest to this great classic of Spanish football.

Communication professionals and also some upstart.

They tell me that the services stadium security

they have been confused for a moment

and they have let slip to an unaccompanied minor.

A young man of slurping age the snot, to which they have changed

"the rattle by a microphone and he already believes that he is a journalist. "

They blow me that from some old station

brays arrive with the smell of mothballs,

directly from Radio Sotana.

Please let some parent administer the anointing of the sick

because he starts to smell

"corpse".

Some misinformed confuse old age with experience. Normal.

In the faculty they should have taught him little football

and almost no or no journalism.

I, at least, I went to university.

Others, the closest they have been of a book

It's from the phone book.

It is true that I resort frequently

to the phone book,

and there are those who figure in the "T" from "fool at three."

"T" by Teodoro Silvestre.

Teodoro, are there any cushions to spare in the cabin?

I say it because they communicate to us that someone has serious problems

to get to the microphone.

Needless send me cushions.

I have cushions and balls to spare.

Goal!

Barcelona goal! Barcelona is ahead!

Almudena, shut up for a bit.

Wait, because the collegiate run to consult

with the linesman for a possible ...

"Alfonso, we will be with you right away ".

Hello there?

They don't know how glad I am having left behind

suburban journalism, poisonous and destroys lives

we were getting used to in this country.

Fortunately, winds of change are coming.

What a pity that some may not be able to realize it.

The referee whistles final from the first part

We'll be right back.

-Good, Paco! Good fuck! -Very well!

"Well done, Dad!"

Thank you son, and that you haven't seen anything.

Wireless

Come join me.

Well, we are doing well. What do we do now?

I do not know. At rest it was always when Paco interviews ...

What are you doing?

On the break, Paco talks to the King.

Are we going to interview the King? No. He calls the booths. Run!

Guys, are we really like this? Seriously?

Let's see, they sent us a ticker of the Royal House.

We will have to go, right? What is going on?

(Bustle)

His Majesty awaits me. She always greets my listeners.

One moment.

That? I already told you that this job it was pretty, right?

Hey, are the infantas there? They have a great style, huh?

Jorge, don't open your mouth, please.

What the hell?

(Bustle)

What are you doing here? Out of! Long!

Sorry, so there will be no interview.

No declarations.

Well played. Oh thank you.

There is no need to pity. You taught me.

Too bad you got up late. I'm not following you.

Of course you follow me.

Your program is leaking. Soon it will be the EGM

and surely Cerdán will be there for you looking for a substitute, but who?

There aren't many people left.

Yes, man, yes.

Jot. What do you want?

Come back with me.

Seriously, if I have you in front of me I'm going to destroy you.

I told you, you lacked balls, but look at you now.

You are a hell of a journalist.

After everything that has happened, what have we told each other?

I defend my family's bread with nails and teeth.

Think about it.

It wouldn't be like before, of course.

We would have to trust each other.

I don't know, I see it ...

Yes, I know. It would be little by little.

Like at the beginning, do you remember?

First, would you bring me the coffees.

Then would you make me press summaries.

Afterwards, would you go cover the third regional parties.

And who knows, the same, with time, you can go back to the program.

On holidays, of course.

Replacing Pineda.

(Snorts)

The second half starts!

45 minutes of vertigo!

Salinas for Laudrup, look for the uncheck.

Onda Spain telling you with the best team,

a team free of phonies.

Fakers as Francisco Javier Maldonado aka the Condor.

Did you know that for years did he have his own column in the press?

Yes, I wrote it for him.

He doesn't write his own letters either. He dictates them so as not to fill them

"for misspellings".

Sanchís looking for the Vulture ...

He says you don't write the texts.

-And it's time for another drink of brandy Villacampos.

A good brandy! Yes sir!

But always in moderation

because alcohol ruins lives.

I know that

and he knows it very well, thanks to his father,

my competitor Jota Calzones.

Good thing alcoholism it is not hereditary, or yes.

That would explain many of the programs from him.

What can you expect from the son

"from a drunkard?" That?

He says your father is an alcoholic.

Did he say that?

He says it because he is afraid of you. He knows you are better.

Let's focus on the game.

Where was the son prominent?

Jota, you said it was personal.

Where the hell was he going to do the military the child?

Chafarinas. Chafarinas.

Live signal from Onda España, the radio that tells them the truth.

We will be back soon with the final of the Copa del Rey.

But first, some information of great relevance.

Francisco Javier Maldonado gave a favorable treatment to the Government

during coverage of the pilots strike

in exchange for his son not doing

the provision of military service required.

The young man, who was destined

in the military square from the Chafarinas islands,

was relieved with no apparent explanation.

Paco, the Condor, champion of rigor,

of honesty and independence,

fooled his listeners to free his son from the military.

Can we trust someone like that?

Of someone capable of deceiving to all of Spain?

That?

That?

He says you do shenanigans To free your son from the military.

That son of a bitch doesn't tell me to the face!

-And the referee whistles the end!

-It has not whistled final. -It's the same.

Full Time!

Real Madrid-0, Barcelona-2!

(Action music)

I'm blasting your head motherfucker! I kill you!

Dumbass!

(Action music)

(Rampage)

I blow you up!

I showed you everything! You make me give birth!

And you to me!

No! I have played fair!

Like when you sent me your girlfriend to set me up?

What girlfriend? What trap?

Marga brought me about the referee! Did you think she was going to fall?

(SHOUTS)

You cheated, you bastard!

-Everybody quiet!

(KING) Man, Paco, how long! How are you?

Well, Your Majesty.

Very well. Cheers to your wife, huh?

She makes me at the foot of yours.

OK, take care.

(MURMURAN) Is it him? -It's Paco.

-It's the Condor. -Yes Yes.

(MURMURAN)

Attilio.

Write it down in the account.

Hey...

Do you mind if I charge you now don Paco?

The boss says that we have to be more strict.

What are you doing here? Isn't it your day off?

Friends do not have days off.

What do you need?

Finish my cigar in peace.

How many years ago that we know each other

2. 3.

We've been through bad things, haven't we?

But no worse. Have you seen this shit?

You want to do?

I do not know. For the first time, I don't know.

Tell it all.

That your wife is sick, that your son was suffering.

I will not air my wife's cancer. Damn, Paco!

You have done what i would have done anyone in your situation.

Boss do what you've always done tell the truth.

(RADIO) "In Peru, Alberto Fujimori he has been elected president ",

defeating the renowned writer Mario Vargas Llosa.

And ... we traveled to Italy to know the current status of the ...

We don't travel to Italy, no.

They tell me that we do not travel to Italy.

It seems we have ...

Yes, we have news last minute

what does our partner bring us of sports Paco Maldonado.

Paco, good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Many will wonder what does the condor do

speaking at this hour on the radio.

As listeners well know,

information has been spilled that not only affects my person,

but also my family.

A given information for an infected being

I don't want to rate at this time.

Because such irrelevant beings, insignificant

and extremely emetic, they are not worth it.

You already know the kind of man I am.

I never hide.

Everything that has been said about me

it is strictly true.

For one night

"I put the most precious thing at stake for a journalist: "

the credibility of him.

And all of it for winning a favor deal.

I wanted to free my son of military service.

I understand that any parent listen to me get mad.

And you know what? They are absolutely right.

But i'm sure too

that that indignant father you can understand me.

You will see.

Spanish barracks are right now a hole,

where by day, supposedly,

our children learn discipline

and at night, they discover drugs.

And that is what happened to my son.

Jorge, that's what his name is,

like so many other kids of this Spain of ours,

is addicted to heroin.

To the horse.

He fell into their dirty clutches in that same barracks,

where they should have turned it In one Man.

Wouldn't you have done the same if they were his children?

Honestly, I would rather not have made public this family drama.

But an aspirant unscrupulous journalist

it has dragged me into it.

I don't think talking about the disease help my son.

But above him and me are you,

that they always deserve, always, always, the truth.

I wait for you in "The night of the Condor".

So thank you for your attention. and good afternoon.

"(Doorbell)"

("Black Velvet", Alannah Myles)

As it was not clear, I have brought Chinese and pizza.

Oops! Are you okay?

This? No, do not worry.

The same pizza is there to warm it up a bit.

First of all, I think we have to talk about something.

From?

Francisco.

Who?

The goalkeeper.

Tomorrow if you go out do not give him illusions.

Every time we break he has a terrible time.

Relax, I'll try not to see me.

("Black Velvet", Alannah Myles)

Jot.

It felt terrible that you keep the fringe.

And ... now I understand that it wasn't you

What is ... this gig,

pressure and ego.

The ambition.

AND... AND?

And nothing.

That I forgive you.

We will have to go little by little, okay?

Like at the beginning, do you remember?

Trust each other again.

Because I trust you.

You?

("Black Velvet", Alannah Myles)

But how can you say that?

I said the truth! That I have a drug addict son!

-I haven't smoked a joint in my life!

So you unhook faster! Enters!

Please, I can't go to Project Man!

Nor will I be a liar!

Take.

Marisa, please. Take.

Mom, please! Marisa!

-How can you think of it? The fault is yours!

Balls! -Oh!

Mom, please!

Mother!

Mom, I want to stay with you!

Mother!

("Black Velvet", Alannah Myles)