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TO MOM, FOR THE LOVE, FREEDOM, AND VALUES YOU GAVE US.

This film is based on true events.

Some names have been changed and some facts modified

for dramatic purposes.

But we're not going to lie to you.

We changed some things because we felt like it.

Nothing too crazy.

Because most of this stuff really did happen.

Well, more or less.

Night falls.

We're in Ibiza. It's 1987.

And this is the world's largest nightclub, Ku.

The mother of all parties is underway.

Four hundred bottles of Moët & Chandon are being served.

Every drug imaginable is freely available,

and a huge birthday cake is about to make an appearance.

And we are the cherry on top of that cake.

BAROQUE PARTY KU

And who are we?

Geniuses to some, freaks to others.

Alien, over-the-top,

pretentious, damn gays…

But above all, a family.

- How's it going? - Well.

It's perfect.

Ten minutes, Gard!

In the early '90s, we'll take the world by storm.

We'll sell millions of records and fill stadiums in the Americas.

I am Xavi Font, the leader of all this.

Thanks, man.

Among all the guests at this party, there's someone very special.

José Luis Gil, the renowned music producer.

Evening! How are we doing?

We're here tonight to celebrate

the birthday of rock legend

Freddie Mercury!

We don't know it yet, but our destinies are about to collide.

Come on, Dutch. Let's go.

Welcome to the show.

Ready, dragons?

And with us tonight, against all odds,

Locomía!

3 YEARS LATER…

- Sorry. - Welcome, Mr. Font.

Thank you.

I want you to know that punctuality is something I value very much.

I'm sorry.

Please take a seat.

All right.

- Nice suit, by the way. - Thank you.

Welcome, gentlemen and lady.

My name is Nieves Carreras,

and I'm here as a mediator to try to resolve the conflict

between the former members of the group Locomía, led by Xavi Font,

and their producer and manager, Mr. José Luis Gil.

You are being accused of breaching your contract

and attempting to claim ownership of the Locomía brand

and the group's songs.

I am Locomía. Don't you see?

Mr. Font, as fascinating as your suit is, and it is,

too much panache can lead to a clash.

I'm afraid it's too early to draw that type of conclusion.

If that's going to be your attitude, I'll get up and leave.

I'm going to ask you to please remain calm.

Remember, when you agreed to the mediation process,

you committed to being respectful and kind. Okay?

Your producer is asking for up to 20 million pesetas.

If we manage to reach an agreement today, you can avoid going to court.

Now, why don't we start from the beginning?

I'll start, since we're starting from the beginning.

- That sounds good. - Great.

I've always known I'd make it big,

be a star.

Last one there's a sissy!

I'm the fourth of six brothers.

As a kid, I was practically invisible.

I used clothes to transform into someone else,

like superheroes do.

MY FIRST DRAGON

MY MOST RECENT DRAGON

When I grew up, I decided to study and go into fashion.

but since I've always been overly extravagant,

things didn't go well.

That's why I decided to take my designs to the most modern island in the world,

Ibiza.

I was told it was easy to make money there.

That there were celebrities. That our clothing line would take off.

I was chasing success,

but it remained out of each.

- Hi. - Hi. How's it going?

Try on anything you like.

- This jacket would look great on you. - Let's see.

I designed that shoe myself.

Handcrafted, of course.

They look divine on you.

Divine.

Oh, please.

They're awful. Come on.

Your manners are what's awful. Get out of here.

- Go. - Let's go.

You're ridiculous.

I didn't go to Ibiza alone.

With all the bars we have on the island, why do you insist on coming here?

Because we're broke, and it's the cheapest.

Did you see me?

Tell me you sold everything.

- Lie to my face or something-- - I sold everything.

- Really? - No.

Lurdes was the ultimate queen and my best friend.

I sold nothing, but I made good use of my time.

Check out these gorgeous designs.

- They're new? - Yeah.

I met her at design school, and from then on, we shared everything.

Our taste, our hookups, and our sense of humor.

That'd look so good on them.

Xavi and I were inseparable. I think we were soulmates.

Darling, we're going to dress different kind of people.

We'll strike it rich.

And buy our own bar. That's for sure.

Another round, please. A whiskey cola for me. Make it a double.

Sure, let's buy a bar. And a yacht too. How about it, babe?

We've talked about this so many times. We can't go on like this.

Manolo was right.

We'd been living on canned tuna for six months.

Babe, I promised I'd bring you to Ibiza, and here we are.

- When have I ever let you down? - I trust you more than I trust myself.

Bad move. You shouldn't.

Xavi, for me…

I was crazy about Xavi.

Actually, if it hadn't been for Xavi and Lurdes, I'd never have gone to Ibiza.

Did you have money problems?

We had other types of problems in my family.

I've always been

very overprotected.

2 MONTHS BEFORE MOVING TO IBIZA…

Are you aware of the talent your son possesses?

We are, and we don't want to let him get away.

Your son meets the very strict criteria

we have for someone to work in our company.

Our company deals with people… I'm not sure if I can give names because…

I mean, there are…

Indigenous?

They wear crowns.

- The royal family. - The royal family.

No way!

If you love the royal family,

one of your son's many responsibilities will be being the royals' hairdresser.

Oh my God! Wow.

This is just sensa--

- Right, Antonio? This is sensational. - Yes.

You've found the right person here. He's perfect for it.

- He's got great hands. - Incredible hands.

- Right? - They really are.

I never associated the royal family with Ibiza.

No, the Balearic Islands…

They're the monarchs of Spain. They're in charge of it all.

Excuse me, but this Ibiza thing…

There's a lot of vice in Ibiza. Sorry to be so blunt.

We have very strict rules.

- Oh, yes. - Of course.

Very strict schedules as well.

- No smoking. - No smoking.

- No drinking. - No drinking.

And no girls either. That won't be a problem.

He doesn't have time for girls.

I'll personally see to it that it stays that way.

And I managed to do just that.

- What are you doing? - What's wrong?

Not in front of everyone.

Babe, no one's gonna stop me from kissing my boyfriend,

even if they have the cheapest drinks in town.

Hurry up. We're closing.

I've had enough of that shit.

These gays think they own the island.

Are you talking about us?

We're not deaf.

I'll treat the blonde to a drink.

Yeah, I'll take a whiskey. The best you have. The most expensive.

It's on your friend, the macho man.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

- Let's go. - Yeah, we're leaving.

Lurdes, it's a real shame that we'll have to find another bar

for cheap drinks, right?

It really is a shame. A huge shame.

- Seriously? - Let me tell you something.

Screw you, you old farts.

- Run! - Grab the pastries!

Run!

- Hey! - Run for it!

- Run! - You assholes!

Fucking run, Manolo!

You assholes!

- Screw you! - Idiot!

Besides being punks, Xavi and I designed together.

We really loved fashion.

But life kept throwing punches, and the blows were starting to hurt.

Looking great.

Do you know how we're getting into Ku? We're broke.

Of course. Lurdes, I have a plan.

Damn. Get off.

- This was your plan? Hopping the fence? - Just look.

Ku was the island's best nightclub.

They threw a theme party every week.

Everyone wore their best designs.

It was the place to be seen.

Let the party of the future begin!

And we desperately needed to be seen.

Your pants are getting caught.

Hurry! Run!

Here's to us!

To Ibiza!

I haven't seen you here before.

I'd definitely remember those faces and fans.

A toast to your debut at the world's best nightclub.

That's how we found Jaume.

The intellectual cutie.

Someone's got an offer for you.

- Should I go over? - Yeah.

I'll be right back, babe.

He's José Antonio Santamaría, the owner of all this.

And what's a guy like you doing in a place like this?

A classic. Well played.

But I won't waste your time.

I've always been more into Ken than Barbie.

- Oh! Gay. - Yeah.

But did you know that I…

I know how to play with Ken, but I play with Barbies too.

- Really? - And Parcheesi.

Look, if it's any consolation,

should I ever decide to play with Barbies, you'd be first on my list. Deal?

Deal.

- Guys… - Hey…

- Lurdes! - What?

Do you like my new fan?

- What's that? - But…

- We landed a gig here. - Here?

At the bar?

No. There, by the go-go dancers.

- The dancers? - Dancing!

- No way! - Yes way!

Yes!

Ouch.

Sorry. Didn't see you there.

He really shoved me. He really did.

Forget about him. Word spreads quickly.

You're in, and they're out.

So, let me get this straight.

You went to Ibiza to promote your fashion line

and wound up working as nightclub dancers.

Exactly.

A blessing in disguise.

Knowing Mr. Font, I wouldn't be surprised at all

if he kept changing his plans as he pleased.

Commitment has never been his thing.

What's wrong with making the most of opportunities?

What about the opportunity I gave you?

I want it on record that while Mr. Font and his associates

were in Ibiza, working as go-go dancers,

I already had an impeccable international career.

My life didn't start with Locomía.

Sure. You can summarize--

I want it on the record that the fans were my idea.

They came around long before he did.

May I start?

Please.

Well, I got into the music industry very young, at 17,

at an international record label, CBS. You may have heard of it.

Of course. It's one of the big ones.

I set out to sell 20 million records

and work with the best before turning 30, and I did.

At that time, economists and lawyers were getting into the music industry.

People who were timid and boring.

I wanted something new. To be at the forefront and be my own boss.

I was looking for a new sound,

and Ibiza was the perfect place to start my search.

Jose, thank you so much for this opportunity.

I feel like Sancho Panza, you know?

But a modern version.

Who else would I start this crusade with but my brother?

Now, let's drop the whole Sancho Panza thing

because that would make me a delusional nobleman.

It can be your inspiration, but don't mention it.

- Okay. - Hey, listen.

- We're hosting an awesome party tonight. - Thanks a lot.

Put it in my mouth.

Okay, thanks.

At that point, everyone knew us from Ku and wanted to join our team.

Got it.

And we slowly formed a small army.

An army of dragons.

We moved into an old mill with 30 flea-infested mattresses,

and each week, we designed new outfits for Ku's theme parties.

- Did we finish today's outfits? - We need more help.

Then I'll get some.

It's crazy downstairs.

- How are you? - So busy, Mom.

I'm cutting hair for the entire royal court.

Manolo, we need help.

Close the salon, please, babe.

- Yes. - And who are you?

Who are you, handsome?

- He doesn't understand. - What's his name?

My name is Gard, and I'm from Amsterdam.

Gard stole everyone's heart.

I taught him the best of the language.

- "Fuck." - "Fack."

"Fuck." It sounds… Open your mouth a bit.

Ah. Perfect, man. What a sight.

Babe, close the language school too.

Help us out.

Please, I'm begging you.

The mannequins are expensive. Treat them like they're your boyfriend.

Okay?

Jaume, get your butt in gear.

Everything we earned from dancing at Ku, we invested in sewing machines and fabric.

Those crazy days became the inspiration for our group's name.

"Locomía."

And so we were christened.

And this priest still hadn't shown up yet.

Didn't I say not to disturb me?

Aren't you after hot guys who can dance?

I can't believe it.

- What are you doing here? - I came to bug you.

I can see that.

- How's it going? - I'm sending you home to Mom and Dad.

- But you can't do anything without me. - Who's this?

Hello.

- What's up? - Hi, love.

Luis is my younger brother, always clinging to my mother's breast.

He's the kind of person who was born just to be annoying.

Quit messing around, okay?

I want this place to look like Cinderella's palace before the ball, so…

- Everyone, get to work. - Come on, dammit.

- Come on. - Shall we get to sewing?

- You down for some acid? - Yes, darling.

- I like this one. - This one's for you.

This is better.

Look, Lurdes. The best design for the very best.

Pick up the pace, please. I'm counting on you.

Let's give it our all, okay? Our all!

Get a room. We're really busy here.

That week, there was an African party at Ku.

On our way to the club, we put on a street parade.

We were the pretty face of Ku and drew in the most select clientele.

Oh my God.

You're more than welcome tonight at Ku for our African party.

I'll see you there.

Come on.

Five, six, seven, eight.

- Fans. - Everyone!

We've got a new recruit.

Carlos.

A pleasure.

Carlos charmed us all.

Nice to meet you.

He was an example of a curious straight guy.

Very curious.

- I'll show you around the house. - He's cute.

So handsome!

He's hot.

Let's go again.

Five, six, seven, eight. Fans.

Come on in. Don't be shy.

- This is my room. - It's so nice.

Here I make clothes and also take clothes off.

- Oh, really? - Yeah.

What's the problem?

Never too late to find out you're bisexual.

Well, we all have a feminine side.

Some more out of control than others.

The Greeks and Romans knew about that.

We're not here to question anyone's sexuality.

I want to be clear about that.

As they say, variety is the spice of life.

Me, for example, I'm single.

Just for the record.

Four…

Five, six, seven, eight. Fans.

Lurdes!

Where's your head at? Here or there?

What's the matter?

Are you asleep or what?

This is not exactly the topic at hand.

We don't need to know it all, but we do need to understand it all.

So, what was your relationship with Mr. Font?

Actually, our relationship was very open.

It's just that I was very insecure at that time.

I'm still working on it.

- What do we do? - Everyone say, "Locomía."

Locomía!

One more!

Locomía!

- Come on. - Everybody get up!

Now let's all get it on!

What are you doing?

Give that to me.

You're like me, huh?

I only use the bed for one thing.

Want some coffee?

Not now.

What's wrong?

Let me help you.

Look at me. Here.

Listen.

I know we got off on the wrong foot.

But we…

I'll get it.

- Hello. Good morning. - Hello.

Is Manolo home?

Hey, Manolo.

Manolo, there are some folks at the door saying they're your parents.

- What? - Should I let them in?

- What do you mean, parents? - How should I know?

- They're here. - Manolo?

What?

- Hello! - What the hell are my parents doing here?

- What should I do? - All right, man.

Don't panic. I'll handle this.

Take them for a little walk, and I'll handle the rest. Go on.

Get up, man! Get up!

- His folks are here. - Oh my God.

- I can't handle this. - Oh my God.

- Ah. - Hey.

- Dad? - Look at him!

Mom? What are you two doing here?

We wanted to surprise you and see where you're living.

Come give me a kiss.

Look how skinny you are! You're not eating.

Rise and shine!

Come on! Jenny!

- Everyone up! Let's clean! - Lurdes!

- Oh, you went out last night. You smell. - No.

- You smell. - From working.

- It's sweat. - Really?

Hey!

- Hello! - Hello.

- What a surprise. - Right?

- You didn't say they were coming. - And ruin the surprise?

Oh my God!

There are some nice gardens.

- Gardens? Show us the house. - Let's go.

- We don't need to. - Yes, we do.

Come on! Hurry up, everyone!

The house isn't really…

But I'm curious to see it. Right, Antonio? He looks so handsome.

So this is the house.

Wow. It's very nice.

Next time, give us a heads-up.

It was supposed to be a surprise.

- Look over here. - Look how pretty.

Oh my God.

- This is the kitchen. - It's so spacious.

And it's got good light too. Antonio, take a seat there.

- What happened? Spilled some sugar? - Yes.

Happens to me at breakfast too. I need my coffee first.

Manolo, make us a coffee or something.

Of course, Mom.

- Antonio, do you want coffee? - Yes. All right.

- I make great coffee. - Manolo.

Manolo, hold on.

- All right. - Wait.

It's delicious.

No.

You can't drink that. It's too cold.

I like it at room temperature.

- It tastes odd, but it's good. - "Odd."

It's fantastic.

Drink the coffee.

Yeah. It does taste odd.

Must be roasted.

How's work going? Everything good?

- Very good. Yeah. - Yeah?

Bringing Manolo here was a great decision.

Where are the monarchs?

- Monarchs? - They're in Madrid.

- Oh. - They're busy working because…

- Spain is a mess right now. - Thank goodness.

Thank goodness our royals work.

- Speaking of work, we need to go. - I could tell you were getting restless.

Don't worry. You just let me know.

- Let's go. - And we'll be on our way.

Can we get drinks later? If you…

What happened to my outfit? It wasn't like this before.

Serves you right for fucking the baker and making me wait.

Now I understand the expression "hotter than fresh bread."

- You're a real piece of work. - It's all sensitive now.

Hello. Good morning. How's it going?

Want some breakfast?

I brought croissants from Ibiza's best bakery.

- Nice shirt. - Very tasty.

Manolo.

Who are these people?

They work for the monarchs.

They are the royal… page boys.

Page boys?

- Page boys. - Page boys.

Why do hangovers exist?!

They're gonna give me a trophy for being gay and a drunkard.

I can't take it, babe. I have such a headache…

I guess I deserve it.

- Good morning. - No…

Existential question.

For a hangover, is it coffee or a line of coke?

- Coffee. - Coke.

- Xavi… - Yeah, just a sec.

- I need this. I'm out of it. - No, now--

Good morning.

- Morning blessings. - Manolo…

Your parents are here.

I think that's quite enough.

- I'm going to call a taxi. - Go on.

- Mom, I don't… - We'll talk later, Manolo.

- We'll talk later. - It's okay, Manolo.

- So disappointed… - I can explain.

Sodom and Gomorrah was nothing compared to this.

You would have seen worse on the king's yacht.

We all laugh looking back on it now,

but it was tough for me.

What happened with Xavi and Carlos hurt my self-esteem,

but my parents' visit just finished me off.

And the worst was yet to come.

What?

No!

- What's going on? - What?

- It's our house! - Calm down, guys!

It's on fire! That's our house! No!

Hurry!

- Oh my God. - It's on fire!

- It's on fire! - Run! Xavi, what do we do?

- Fuck! Our house is on fire! - Don't even think about it!

- Our house is burning down… - Easy.

I know. Calm down.

No!

This can't be happening.

COCKSUCKER

We never found out who did it,

but we lost everything in that fire.

The next day, we had our biggest gig of the year.

No, Carlos!

What is he doing?

Quick!

Thank you.

Let's make a chain.

Let's make a chain! Quick!

- Holy shit! - Guys! Be careful there.

Give it here.

- In front! - Come on, throw!

Let's go!

We're done crying.

So, everyone get up.

Tomorrow is our day.

We've been rehearsing for that party for weeks.

And tomorrow, Locomía is going to dance.

Tomorrow, Locomía is dancing.

Freddie Mercury's birthday was the party of the year.

Or, in other words, the beginning of our story.

It's perfect.

- Ten minutes, Gard. - Ten minutes. Okay.

- What are you doing? - His hair got burnt yesterday.

Don't make us more nervous.

- I'm the one who's nervous. - Don't be.

Get dressed, for God's sake!

It's a miracle, Lurdes, but we're going to make it.

Remember, two steps to the right, one to the left.

All before the turn.

We managed to get through the worst,

but you can never know what's coming, especially when Fuentes is involved.

- Oops. Sorry. - Watch out, Fuentes.

- Like this? - Like that, but to your other right.

We're here tonight to celebrate

the birthday of rock legend

Freddie Mercury!

Ready, dragons?

And with you tonight,

against all odds,

Locomía!

So hot!

No, Fuentes.

It was your other right.

No.

No…

- Excuse me. - Yes?

Could I speak to the group's leader?

You have such a stylish look…

Can you dance?

You could audition for Locomía.

- You're misunderstanding. - Xavi, I have the pills.

I thought they fell in the pool. They were in the jacket.

You rock.

- You want one? - It's bitter.

Thanks very much.

I hate beating around the bush.

I'm not a dancer. I don't aim to be one.

I just saw your show, and I think you have a really unique image.

If you can sing, I'd consider launching you as a musical group

that could be successful.

I'm a serious person. And I like to work with people who are serious too.

So think it over and give me a call.

"José Luis Gil, music producer."

- Well, it's been a pleasure. - Likewise.

Guys.

What an intense day.

- Too intense. - Yeah.

Well, everything turned out okay.

I need to pee.

Whoa!

Manola.

- Manolo? - That was a bad fall. Manolo.

- Manolo? - Manolo.

- Manolo, babe! - What's wrong with him?

- Damn. - Manolo!

- Darling, hey. - He's shaking.

Someone call an ambulance! Please!

- My love. - Hello.

Can you send an ambulance to the Ku nightclub?

You're not staying here, my love.

I'll get you through this.

Go on. Get some rest. I'll stay here.

Go ahead.

How many Spanish dance groups do you know?

- I don't, not off the top of my head. - Of course you don't.

Because there aren't any. They don't exist.

In Spain, they create pop bands that are all the same.

Carbon copies.

That's why we're going to do something different.

The first Spanish dance band.

Locomía.

It's a growing genre. Not just in Ibiza but around the world.

And do you have to sing in this genre?

No, don't worry about that.

The vocals are just an added layer in dance music.

Not the most important thing.

What matters is the rhythm and the staging.

And you're the best at that.

- But I have some conditions. - Conditions? Anything illegal?

There are too many of you.

Too many of us?

Gil!

Wow.

What a surprise.

Who would've thought they'd pick Xavi, Lurdes, the resurrected Manolo,

Carlos, and Luis?

Who decided this? Gil?

Or you, Xavi?

I had nothing to do with this.

- I'd take you all if I could. - We all know you can't sing.

- All right, Jaume. - Jaume.

We knew not everyone would make the cut.

Come on…

Jaume, stop.

Jaume! Wait.

I'm sorry, man.

Your chance will come.

It will come, man.

Of course it will.

Look on the bright side.

When Xavi leaves, you'll be here to comfort tons of guys.

I didn't get in either.

Dragons.

Locomía isn't just a group.

It's not the fans or the dances.

It's a family. Our family.

Till death do us part.

Come on.

- Cheer up. - I hope I don't regret this.

What are you talking about?

You're my brother, and I'd never leave you behind.

Don't be discouraged, guys.

When we traveled to Madrid,

the story of Locomía as a music group began.

And what was your role in the group?

Tor manager.

What?

- Tor manager. - Tour.

Tour manager.

- Tor manager. - Tour.

Tour manager.

That.

Are we really going to have this to ourselves?

Just us. Oh my God.

I always knew I deserved this, but…

I love it.

Do a crazy move like this. I'll put them together.

Crazy. Crazy moves.

- Will you sleep here with us, Manuel? - I have to go back home.

All right.

- All right, come on in. - Oh my God, Manuel.

- Wow! - What a house.

Seriously?

I literally can't believe it.

Hey, it's much better than our shack in Ibiza.

- What's with this house? - It's courtesy of my brother.

The house is made of both wood and stone. It's very typical of the region.

- It's very nice. Gorgeous. - Yes.

How cute.

So, this is the living room

where you can talk about music and whatever else.

This is where you'll eat.

And then, upstairs, are the bedrooms.

- No. - Last one there's a sissy!

- No! - You jerk!

No, wait!

Careful with the parquet flooring!

We started off with a rule.

Every day, at midnight,

each of them had to accept a call from my brother Manolo.

A simple rule, okay?

Oh my God. He had a huge dick, but that was it.

- Surprise. - Take it easy tonight, guys.

You'll knock me over.

Holy shit! Manuel!

Looking good!

Some neighbors came over to welcome us. Coming in for a drink?

Neighbors? We're in the middle of nowhere.

- Come inside. - No, really--

Yes!

Manuel, you made it!

Manuel's in the mood to party!

Careful. Don't kill him.

How are you doing? Good?

Well, I'm kind of confused.

Fine. Just fine.

I got here, and they were having some kind of neighborhood party…

I thought, "Sure. Let them get involved with the community."

And I told them, "You only live once."

Manuel, who are these people?

Yeah… Antonio. Kiki.

Yes. Could you go now, please?

We'll chat later, okay? Thanks.

I had a great time.

- Bye, hon. - Bye.

Gorgeous.

Guys, I've been reviewing our contract,

and I don't recall bringing you to Madrid to pay for your parties.

I brought you here because I believe in you.

But I need you to focus.

So, from now on, no more parties or drugs.

And of course, we'll continue calling at midnight.

Anyone who doesn't answer is out.

Even me?

Even you, tour manager.

- Sorry. - And that's not all.

We'll be working on your image.

Behind closed doors, you can do as you please.

But don't make your sexuality public knowledge.

Nobody's interested in that.

But we're as gay as they come.

So what's the problem?

You want us to hide the obvious.

No. I'm asking you to be discreet.

We want to sell records.

And ambiguity sells.

The record market is essentially sustained by women.

Why would we tell them, "I'm not into you"?

But we can still blow guys in private?

- Sure-- - Xavi.

If you share any personal information, we limit our target audience.

And that's the last thing we want.

Do you understand?

- Yes. - You definitely should understand.

What I want to know is if they do.

Do you understand?

Please, go shower and clean this mess up. Now.

Now.

All right. I'll pick these up.

- You go home. - No, but--

- Go home. - I was going to help.

All right.

Okay.

José Luis, can we talk?

Look, we've gone through a lot of changes all at once.

I'm asking for a bit of patience. They need to unwind, let off some steam--

Font.

Do me a favor and take this seriously.

You more than anyone need to make an effort to be good enough.

Opportunities don't come around more than once.

Pretty good, huh?

So that's a yes, right?

That's a yes, huh?

- No. - No. You got there, and it wasn't--

Wow!

- Luis. - Whoa, you scared me.

You need to get some rest. We've got a tough day ahead.

We won't be long. Don't be a drag. Take something.

Who are you?

That is Jorge.

Hi, Jorge. Nice to meet you. Now go home.

Excuse me? No, you're staying.

Excuse me.

Who are you to tell anyone when they should go home?

Remember when I said I didn't want to regret this?

Oh no.

No, Xavi, don't go there, man. Because I've had it up to here.

Up to here with the idea that I'm here thanks to you.

- I'm a better singer and dancer than you. - I'm in no mood for your bullshit.

Nobody gives a shit about the rules. The problem is they're not your rules.

It's not my fault that you're not the boss anymore.

- Don't piss me off because-- - Because what?

You're not in charge anymore. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this,

but you're done playing daddy so everyone loves you.

No fucking way.

We're out of here.

You're an asshole, Xavi Font.

You can suck my dick, man.

But hey! Careful. Don't let anyone find out you're gay.

Go on.

What happened?

Where's Luis?

So, Luis Font left the group because of a fight with his brother?

Luis Font leaving the group was a serious setback.

Fortunately, Fuentes quickly jumped on board.

Those were the happiest months of my life.

From now on, we're getting serious.

And, guys, please, no more last-minute surprises.

Fuentes, dye your hair blond.

- Like Luis. It adds color to the group. - Sure thing.

Guys, this is Pedro Vidal, music producer and composer.

Pedro has composed some fantastic tracks for us.

And here are the lyrics for our first single.

"Disco, Ibiza, Locomía, fashion, Ibiza, Locomía"?

"Crazy, Ibiza, Locomía, sex, Ibiza, Locomía."

"Sea, Ibiza, Locomía, sun, Ibiza, Locomía"?

Pure poetry. Oh my God.

This is where we'll be recording.

In a bathroom? Seriously?

Well, it's where your voices will sound best.

Well, Xavi.

Cheer up. They might actually make your voice sound better, hon.

Carlos, you have a great voice,

but this is dance music, not a ranchera.

Very good, Fuentes.

Very good.

But he's completely off-key.

His mother was a hippie. Smoked a lot of weed.

- The kid just turned out this way. - I see.

Manolo, my dear, it's like you're at the back of the church choir, hidden.

Come on. Let it out.

Tell him to dedicate it to someone. To his girlfriend.

But they're gay.

This is Clara Torres,

your dance instructor

and one of the country's best choreographers.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

And one…

And behind. And two…

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

And one, two, three, four, five, six, seven.

One, two, three, four…

She's the best.

This girl needs her own record.

Great.

That's it. Great. Better.

There's something that's not…

I don't think it sounds bad, but there is something…

Look. It's Xavi.

This guy doesn't sing. He brays.

Xavi's voice isn't working as a soloist.

- We need to swap him out. - There's no way.

We don't have another voice that deep in the group.

What was that?

We don't have another voice that deep in the group.

- I think we do. - No damn way.

- No. - Come on.

I'm a producer, not a singer.

So, the voice on the record is yours and not Mr. Font's.

That's correct.

We've always kept it a secret, but it's common in dance music.

I've never aspired to be a singer, but yes.

The vocals are mine and not Xavi's.

I see.

What do you think?

- Ready. - Do I look good?

You look great, kid.

Okay, kid.

I'll do the final check.

You all look great, but with these colors, we look like the band Parchís.

Oh, if only you had the same discipline as those kids.

Soon, people will recognize you more by your color than by your name.

Are you ready?

Yes!

Hottie!

Gorgeous!

Let him have fun.

He gets bored if he's not the center of attention.

Yeah.

That reminds me of someone.

I don't know how you put up with me.

Babe, if you think you can get rid of me,

you're more confused than the girl who thinks she's fucking Fuentes tonight.

So, you can imagine.

Thank you, Manolo.

I love you.

Guys, sorry.

Excuse me. Could we get some space here?

You know we're in a place that--

No one's gonna stop me from kissing my boyfriend,

even if they've got the cheapest drinks in town.

Well, I don't get the thing about the drinks--

Our moment to shine had arrived.

And we were more than ready.

Head to the back. Go on.

Out of the way, please.

Please. It's urgent, please.

Come on. Quickly. Put her on the stretcher.

Let's go. Hurry.

LOCOMÍA BREAKS INTO THE HIT LIST

Turn it up, please. Thank you.

This is the breakout group of the season.

A group of guys that everyone is talking about, Locomía.

That's good. Thank you very much.

Go grab two coffees.

It seems there's no middle ground with Locomía.

You either love them or hate them.

I want to ask you, our listeners, which side are you on?

Mari, two coffees.

Oh, I love them. I'm a huge fan.

People tell me I must play for the Locomía team.

I don't get why.

Help! I went to buy the CD at Discoplay, and they were sold out.

LOCOMÍA MAKES FANS FASHIONABLE

LOCOMÍA MANIA!

LOCOMÍA IS A HIT

GENIUSES OR FREAKS?

LOCOMÍA TAKES CLUBS BY STORM

We were on top of the world.

Everyone was dancing to our songs, and they loved us.

And then, the real test came.

The ultimate test for any music group aspiring to make it to the top, TV.

The New Year's Eve gala.

Twenty million viewers.

Break a leg, guys. Nice costumes.

- Thank you. - Thanks. Very kind of you.

Was that Camarón de la Isla?

Yes.

You think my mom will be watching the gala?

Obviously. Of course.

Lurdes, the reinforcement you did for Carlos is shit.

It'll fall apart during the song. Get me a needle.

- The audience. - I didn't say anything.

He looks great! So handsome!

Yeah.

- Look. - Let me know when Ana Belén comes on.

- What? - Hey, where are you going?

So?

- Not my best performance. - Undoubtedly.

But it's also not the worst you've done.

I have other talents, Gil, and you knew that.

Look, Xavi, you have a great eye for staging and costume design.

- I know. - But let's not kid ourselves.

You don't sing well, you don't dance well, nor are you the most handsome.

- For a loser, I haven't done so badly. - I didn't say that.

You have a lot of talent.

But your place is not on the stage.

They don't deserve you ending this because of me.

Don't be so melodramatic.

I have plans for you.

You'll continue to get paid, and the group will carry on.

I'll take good care of them. Don't worry.

What plans do you have for me?

TELEVISIÓN ESPAÑOLA PRESENTS

Hello. Good evening.

And welcome to Viva el espectáculo.

A PROGRAM HOSTED BY CONCHA VELASCO

And also with us tonight are our guests, Locomía.

Locomía, good evening.

Locomía, I'm not sure, because you know I don't see very well,

but tonight, there are more of you because someone is leaving.

What's going on?

That's right.

This week, we're opening a store in Madrid called Locomía Shrine

so that everyone can dress like us.

And one of you is leaving the group.

- Who is leaving? - Yes, exactly.

I will be in charge of clothing design at the store,

and Jaume will be the new member of Locomía.

Can the one who is leaving and the one who is staying stand up?

I always thought Locomía was Xavi.

He welcomed me and made me feel part of something.

So much so that he even gave up his place for me.

Good evening. Welcome to Locomía Shrine.

My dragons are kicking off a big tour in the Americas tomorrow.

Since I know you're gonna miss me, I wanted to give you a special gift.

Well…

I put down the year you'll win your first Grammy.

- Thank you. - Long live Locomía!

And one more thing. We're selling fans.

We make them to order, personalize them…

You just ask, and Xavi will provide.

Xavi, I want to talk to you for a second.

We're at a party. Have fun.

- But we're leaving first thing tomorrow. - I'll give you the new designs later.

And please, remember to reinforce the seams.

If not, they'll start dancing, and it'll all go to hell.

Enjoy the tour. And Carlos.

Keep a tight leash on him because you know

how he likes everything.

- I said now wasn't a good time. - Yeah. Do you know Luis is right?

About you being an idiot.

Thank you.

Here we are, Argentina!

- We've arrived! - We're here!

So? First impressions of the country?

Well, you know, South America looks good on me.

What do you think?

Jaume, did you read anything about Argentina?

I read a couple of things, but I'll let you discover them.

- So, do you like sipping maté? - Excuse me?

What?

- Locomía! - What's happening?

What is this crowd? Is it their national holiday or something?

They're here to see you.

Locomía!

- Us? - No…

Girls, they're here!

- What? - No…

Oh my God!

Whoa! What's this?

Now we're a real band.

Blow them a kiss.

Please! I'm a nobody!

Thank you!

I love you, Locomía!

What do you like about Mexico?

I love the food.

- Spicy or not? - Spicy.

I'm starting to like spice.

Because you're spicy, right?

Well…

Since you're the spiciest in the group, how do you like your girls?

What do you prefer? Blondes? Brunettes?

- I have no preference. - So, how do you like your women?

I'll answer. I think physical appearance doesn't really matter.

The important thing is to be loved.

Many people say you act too effeminate.

That you're too feminine.

What would you say to them?

Be honest, and tell us what you really think.

We're not going to argue with people who see things so differently.

- Yeah. - You know?

In the end, what you see doesn't always need to be questioned.

How did you handle the success of your former bandmates

in the Americas?

I followed them through the media, of course.

You're beating around the bush. You're not answering my question.

How should I have handled it?

While they kept soaring higher, I couldn't get off the ground.

Everything was going wrong, and no one was interested in my clothes.

Have I answered your question honestly enough?

Attention, passengers. We are now arriving in Colombia.

This is for all the beautiful girls in the front row.

And the back row too.

How peaceful. It's so quiet.

Weird, isn't it?

Guys, be careful with the costumes.

I can't spend every afternoon sewing stuff for you.

Hello!

Can you grab me a beer?

Why don't you go?

I'm afraid the fans might chase us.

Look! They have signs with our names.

- What's your name? - Laura.

"To Laura, with love."

Oh no! No! Oh!

I'm sorry, girls! Are you okay?

- Are you okay? Security! - Watch the hair, hon.

Thank you. Be careful. Security.

Lurdes!

Lur… Sorry.

Lurdes. Excuse me.

- One thing. - Excuse me.

I was talking to the tour's sponsor.

From now on, they're only doing promotion.

And the guys give off a clearer image on their own.

So they won't need you for the backing vocals, okay?

But the clothes…

Well, if you want, you can keep handling that.

If you want to. And I can help you with whatever you need.

Okay.

- Okay? All right. - Okay.

I'll record you leaving.

Sorry. Excuse me.

I don't know where we would be without Lurdes.

It would've been nice if you'd told me that a bit more often.

Lurdes.

Where are you going?

Lurdes.

To the airport, please.

It's open.

I can't believe it.

What are you doing here?

You're right in time for our going out of business sale.

Great.

What about the tour?

I'm out of the business too.

All right. Want to stay for dinner?

Please.

In the end, I haven't succeeded in music, design, or as a businessman.

Since I left Ibiza, the group's soared, and I've… gone to hell.

Lurdes, look at this. This is like…

It's like a master's degree in making bad decisions.

How are the guys doing?

- Well, Carlos is doing his thing. - It was never our thing.

Jaume is busy with his books.

When he can read and they let him.

Fuentes is in his own little world.

Oh, Fuentes.

And they've all become assholes, to be honest.

Well, they had a great teacher.

Thank you.

For what?

Because you made me laugh.

And I needed it. Really, I needed it a lot.

Why don't you stay with me tonight?

We can work on some patterns.

I have some designs.

They're incredible.

And we can fall asleep spooning.

It's tempting.

Spooning is very tempting.

But I think

it's time for me to find my own path.

You didn't tell me how Manolo is.

You should do the same.

And forget about Locomía already.

- I love you. - Love you too.

- I love you. - I love you so much.

I love you.

Lurdes.

Thank you.

And I'm sorry.

Hello?

So what happened then?

Xavi, how are you?

What do you think?

All right.

Mr. Font did the opposite of what he should have

and asked to come back as an assistant.

What did you tell him?

Well, Mr. Gil said what he shouldn't have.

He let me come back.

Bravo!

- Thank you! - Bravo!

- Let's hear it for them! - Thank you.

- Good job, okay? - Fantastic!

- Yes! I love you, Xavi! - You were amazing!

Go on.

Guys, you're incredible. But hurry, or we won't make it.

Relax.

Easy. Breathe. Calm down.

You're so incredible, but you still treat the costumes like crap.

If changing was that easy, I would've stopped loving you long ago.

Less of the lying, Manolito.

Xavi's been the love of my life. He's always taken care of me.

Some people blame him for my drug problem, but… no.

Something inside me wasn't working.

Oh, this is great!

Awesome!

Wait!

That's it!

Miami looks great on me, huh?

I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life!

I want all parties to be like this one.

With only handsome guys like you. Just what we deserve.

- That's right. - Fuentes.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- Come here, handsome. - Cheers.

Guys.

There are two people who want to meet you.

I want to introduce Julio Iglesias and Miss Tina Turner.

- Hi. - Julio Iglesias.

- Thank you, Julio. - Likewise.

I have to tell you, Julio, honestly.

My mother, Marta, is a huge fan of yours.

Well, I am too.

You're so handsome. Seriously.

Your guys are so affectionate, Gil.

Come. I'll introduce you to my friends.

Give us a minute, and we'll join you.

Okay. All right.

All right.

Fuentes, what was that?

Control yourself, please.

And the rest of you, stop drinking.

This looks like a graduation party in Mallorca.

Everyone who's not in Locomía, please leave.

Thank you. I don't want to see you with them for the rest of the day.

Are you crazy or what?

Can't you stop acting gay for one moment?

Let me make this clear. You're here to work.

So get to it.

Find a girl and talk to her.

And smile.

Let's see those smiles. That's it. Great.

Let's go see Julio.

Smile and composure.

Tons of composure.

Let's go. Smile.

Babe, let's go.

- Excuse me. - Yes?

Hello. Luis Soler, music producer.

Xavi Font. Pleased to meet you.

- Yes, I know exactly who you are. - Do you?

I'm based here in the US,

and I'd like to talk about Locomía. I won't take much of your time.

You're in charge, right?

It's been a while since anyone's said that,

but you could say that yes, I am.

Please join me. I have something to discuss with you.

Sure.

What exactly did Luis Soler say to you?

Can you tell us?

In 20 minutes at the pool!

CORTÉS AND SUÁREZ LAW FIRM

Come down to the pool!

What's up?

Meet you in 20 minutes at the pool. Come down.

Do you guys remember in Ibiza,

when the parties were real parties?

When Manolito almost kicked the bucket?

I'm talking about having it all.

Money, fame, freedom.

Okay. Thank you very much.

I just secured the East Coast US tour.

It looks great.

Jose, look, a fax just came in.

Do you trust me?

I've been offered something.

What the hell is this?

The group sent me this official notice,

stating that I was no longer to perform my duties

and that our working relationship was terminated.

They thanked me for my services.

As if contracts could be terminated whenever they want.

Surreal. Bizarre.

In Miami, Soler told us things I wasn't aware of.

For example, Gil had stolen from us.

He offered me a deal I couldn't refuse.

A contract with an international record label

and our freedom back.

And you believed him?

If that man has proof that I stole from them, where is it?

Let's see what he has.

Soler used the fact that I'd gone to Madrid

to stab me in the back and lie to all of you.

I'm not a thief!

Excuse me for a moment.

Mr. Gil!

When he gets like Dad…

Please. Calm down.

I understand that--

- I'm not here to be accused of stealing. - Jose…

What? We had a good time, didn't we?

Hearing all this made me feel so nostalgic.

- Thank you very much. - Go in. Let's calm down.

Thank you very much.

- Hey, I like your scarf. - Thank you.

I'm very sorry.

Please excuse me for the outburst.

Can we continue?

Before we do, I have to remind you to be respectful.

We need respect.

Tell me.

How did you respond to that notice?

I'll tell you. He responded in the most underhanded way.

And that was the weather on Miami News.

Hey!

Hey, guys! We're performing live on TV!

- What did he say? - What's he talking about?

He's lost it.

How can we be singing live if we're here?

Damn. All the drugs are doing a number on you.

Excuse me?

What the hell is this?

- That's your brother Luis. - I know.

They replaced all of us.

You said we had a contract.

What the hell is this?

Soler, pick up the phone. God damn you.

Who's that idiot with the long hair? It must be a wig.

Fuentes, what are you doing?

Rehearsing?

- It wasn't personal. - You formed a group with my brother.

It was just business.

If they thought I wouldn't defend my rights,

they were very wrong.

Wow. That was great.

What plans do you have with the group's new lineup?

Well, we, the new Locomía, are very happy with this new phase.

- We're making a new album. - Yeah?

Yeah. We're very excited. We're eager to release it

and hope you'll enjoy it as much as we enjoyed making it.

I had and still have the recording, publishing, and brand rights.

I've always fulfilled my commitments.

If it's okay with you, I think we can let Luis Font in now.

Excuse me?

What's he doing here?

The same thing as you.

- Welcome, Mr. Font. - Thank you.

Please take a seat.

Could you please tell us why you returned to the group Locomía?

I left the group on a sour note,

and it was an opportunity to make a big comeback.

Xavi had made me believe I was in Locomía thanks to him.

I wanted to prove I could do it on my own.

Of course. Stepping on your own brother.

You're my brother too, you know?

My big brother. And you acted like a moron.

You're supposed to take care of me.

Okay. You've just arrived, but don't use the word "moron."

- Sorry. - Continue. Yes.

Years go by, but he still gets on my nerves.

I had dreams of being an artist too.

They'd walked away from their commitments, and someone had to step in.

But Xavi couldn't accept that his time had passed

and started a war.

- Did I start it? - I don't know. Did I?

- Was it me? - Was it me?

Maybe it was Gil.

We were Locomía long before this guy came along.

That's not true.

I turned a little group from Ibiza into an internationally successful band.

What's your plan?

I'll ask for help from the only people who have never let us down.

FAN CLUB MEXICO

Xavi Font? From Locomía?

- What? - They took another group.

They've dropped us. Left us high and dry.

They want to trick you and pass themselves off as us.

Yes. Tell me what you need. I'll do anything for you, I swear.

- We've been kicked to the curb. - What?

I'm not saying

that you should go to their concerts and try to keep them from performing.

It just seems so wrong to me.

Oh no! We have to do something. A human chain. A protest.

We have to call Peru.

- Hello. Are you the Locomía fan in Peru? - What?

Say again? I don't understand.

Some damn producer took four assholes

called them Locomía, and got rid of the real ones.

No way they're performing in Peru!

Things are tense here. They're thinking of doing crazy things…

Get stones, rocks, knives, sticks, all that. Everything.

This is war.

We're going to burn this city. I swear.

We have to kill the new ones. Let's go all in!

You'll see how grateful the audience in Mexico is.

- Really? That's great. - Yeah.

Get out!

Go throw these rocks.

Holy shit! They're throwing rocks at us!

We don't want the new Locomía!

We want the old ones! The original group!

Carlos, Manolo, Fuentes, and Jaume!

BRING THEM BACK

GIL IS A THIEF

Get out!

ETERNAL SUNDAY THE SHOW OF THE STARS

Mr. Gil, could you explain the situation with the group?

The former members of the group Locomía weren't kicked out or anything like that.

They didn't want to continue participating in Locomía.

Of course. And the fans who like the members of the previous lineup

can continue listening to them but under a different name!

Where is Carlos?

Give me the original members!

I want Manolo back!

The new guys in Locomía are not the same as the old ones.

They have their own talent.

And I think you should give them a chance.

Here they are, Locomía!

One, two, three, four.

Get out!

Get out!

Yes. Okay.

Yes. Thank you.

Thank you very much. Well, that's that.

- So? How's it going? - There's no way.

No one wants to risk giving us a gig.

The whole industry is standing with Gil.

- What can we do? - I don't know.

We need a miracle…

Or we're screwed.

You had signed a contract that required you to record albums

and go on that tour, right?

Yes. That's right.

Knowing that breaking your contract was serious business,

did you follow Mr. Font's lead?

It was Xavi's idea.

Although we've had our differences, he never forced me to do anything.

Why do you think the group decided to leave Mr. Gil?

Well, I guess they were tired of not being able to be themselves.

Get out!

You bitch! What's your problem?

So… you breached your contract right when the group was most successful

and ended up with nothing.

Is that correct?

It was my fault.

I take responsibility for that.

It was never my intention to harm Luis.

Despite everything that happened, he's my little brother, and I love him.

Just like my dragons.

We are Locomía, and deep down…

we thought that nobody, not even Gil, could take that from us.

Why did they sign the contract?

Because they're crazy.

Like me.

And because they love me.

And because, as always, I convinced them everything would be okay.

And even though Gil managed

to help us reach the top, in the end,

being together

and doing what we liked was the most important thing we had.

And when we wanted to get back to what we were,

without letting go of what we had achieved, we lost everything.

Because it's always the same story.

And because I end up destroying everything I touch.

I love you.

I love you.

Give me a hug.

I think we're done here, right?

Yes, I think I have all I need.

I wish you all the best of luck.

- See you, okay? - Take care. Goodbye.

- Want to grab a coffee? Come on. - Sure.

Before we move on to chapter four, let's review what we've seen…

Having heard both sides and their arguments,

I understand that the group's reasons were merely personal and sentimental.

They do not excuse them from following the law.

Therefore, my decision is for the group to acknowledge

in front of a notary that they breached their contract

and to compensate José Luis Gil for the sum of the damages caused,

for both parties to withdraw their lawsuits,

and for the group members to never again be able to perform

under the name Locomía.

3 YEARS LATER…

Letters for Locomía are still coming in.

Bring them here.

FROM DAVID TO: LOCOMÍA

My name is David.

I'm writing to thank you for everything you do.

When I first saw you, I couldn't believe a group of guys

could get on stage dressed however they wanted.

Not caring about anything.

I had never dared to be myself, but Locomía helped me.

Yesterday, I finally had the courage to tell my parents that I like guys.

Thank you so much.

This Saturday marks the fifth anniversary of the death of Freddie Mercury,

the leader of the band Queen.

His memory lives on through his songs

and the devotion of his fans, who've made him

an undisputed icon of 20th-century popular music.

Born in 1946…

Hello, Xavi.

Hello.

I guess you want to come in.

Yeah.

- Come on. - Thank you.

Now, he was talented.

Had a great voice and charisma.

I also read that he was kind of an asshole.

You would have outdone him, Xavi.

You were always unbeatable at being an asshole.

I've decided to release a compilation of Locomía's greatest hits as a tribute.

I want to set up three groups

with the band's iconic looks, promote them, and do some TV shows.

Good idea.

And I'd like you to do the costumes.

And for Manolo to do the choreography.

Are you sure?

Xavi, I still don't trust you, and I don't think I ever will again.

You're right not to.

But think it over.

I'll do it…

if Lurdes does it with us.

She was always the sensible one.

- That wasn't very hard, was it? - No.

Another thing, Xavi.

I never cared about what you did with your personal lives.

It was business.

I never had a problem with that.

Maybe someday, in a few years,

nobody will care about those things anymore.

Hopefully.

I'll call you.

Bye.

Hey!

- You're still blond. - How are you?

Thanks for letting us know.

When the night ends and the sun comes up, there's nowhere left to hide,

and our flaws become so visible, it hurts.

That's why it's important to love whoever you want,

do what you like, forgive, and allow your loved ones to forgive you,

and finally, put aside the disguise…

How are you?

…and accept who you really are.

- Great times. - Thanks for letting me know.

I'm glad to see you.

BASED ON "REQUIEM FOR MUSIC, ARTISTS, AND THE INDUSTRY"

SOTO DEL BASTO FESTIVAL - 1989

Why did they pay these gays to come?

Damn gay!

Get out of here!

Gays!

Who are you calling gay?

What's wrong with you?

- Who's gay? - No!

Who are you calling gay? Huh? Who's gay?

Lurdes! Don't go over there!

Don't humor them! Don't talk to them!

Get in! Go!

- Get back, or I'll cut you! - Run! Lurdes!

Back off!

- Get in! - Didn't you hear me? I'll cut you!

Close it quickly. Close it!

What's your problem?

The keys! I don't have the keys!

No!

- Manuel. - Here.

Sorry!

Start the engine! Come on! Let's go!

Don't come back, you damn gays!

Subtitle translation by: Meredith Cannella