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The Berlangas were our neighbors in Somosaguas.

Come on, come on.

Jose Luis, the older brother,

went to the French Lyceum with me

and was my adventure partner.

He keeps everything here.

Hey, are you sure your dad isn't coming?

Don't be silly.

When he's shooting a movie, my dad spends the day outside.

Is this his office?

It's his hideout. He doesn't let anyone in.

Here's the good stuff!

UNCENSORED

PLACID

"When I opened my hand,

the member immediately disappeared to the bottom."

Dad's treasure.

The memoirs of an opera singer

who slept with half of Europe in the 19th century.

Come on. Stop reading. Grab one of these.

Dad doesn't like us touching his things.

Damn, Carlitos. You scared me! Get out of here.

-If Dad finds out, you're dead. -You wouldn't tell him, rat.

-Reme is calling you to eat. -Come on.

Okay, thanks. Can we have five minutes?

Tell me honestly.

Honestly, I wrote the song, and I don't recognize it.

Well, the previous version was even worse.

We had to change some of the lyrics.

Well, Miguel, we've all composed songs,

Auseron, Borsani, the Canos, all of them,

to, I don't know, give the album a different vibe.

But, hey, your company wants "Linda"

and makes some really cute arrangements.

The album doesn't sound like one thing or the other.

Leave it for today, Miguel. Let's get some beers.

I want to have a good party before I join the military.

Less thinking and more sinning, get a little dirty.

With Kaka de Luxe?

With Dinarama, the one before.

The best group in Spain.

I'll leave you now.

-Take care of yourself. -Bye.

NEW YORK / 1983

INTERVIEW

NEW

SALE

Hello, Miguel.

-How are you, Rosario? -Very well.

You're slimmer every day.

Can't say the same about you.

Yes, you're getting fat.

But it's just that he assaults the pantry behind my back

as if he were a child.

She has me on a hospital diet.

Of course. So you don't end up in one.

That's what I tell him, but he doesn't pay attention.

Well, come on, stop the crossfire now

and let's go for a walk before sunset.

You go. I'll stay here.

Leave the bag. I'll take it to your room.

-Thank you. -See you later.

Later.

She's saving your life. You know it, don't you?

You're so annoying! I'm better than ever.

Come on, let's go!

-How are you? -Very well. And you?

Miguel. Miguelera.

Too bad I didn't bring the shotgun.

It hasn't smelled us.

We have the wind ahead.

"Miguelera."

That's what Grandpa called you, right?

Especially when I made a mistake...

which was all the time.

Did you tell your mother you were coming to see me?

What do you think?

I told her I was going to Majorca

with some friends.

You don't know how things have been with Rosario.

You could also give me a hand, right?

No. It wouldn't help.

Forget about an annulment, maestro.

Mom will never give it to you.

You know very well Luis Miguel's will

to marry Rosario.

We're divorced, Father.

He can marry whomever he wants.

I mean, a religious marriage.

I already told the bullfighter that it was out of question.

We have three children. I'm not crazy.

I'm fully capable of functioning mentally.

There's no reason for an ecclesiastical annulment.

My daughter, he prays every day to soften your heart.

Pray? The bullfighter never believed in God.

He didn't even hide that in front of Franco.

Well, now he's very devout.

It must be Rosario's good influence.

Hey.

She's an exemplary Catholic.

I'm sorry I wasn't good enough, Father,

but he was the one

that slept with all my friends and all my enemies,

without hiding it, for years.

Then it was hell when I wanted to get the divorce.

You must be very brave to ask for favors,

considering his situation.

We're all going straight to hell. Right, Father?

Look, look.

Here.

Rationed.

A glass of wine at noon

and a finger of whiskey at night, if I was good.

-It's a vasodilator. -Yeah.

The pink suit, it was designed by Picasso, right?

No way. I did that.

Now you can see that creativity

not only comes from your mother, man.

I'm going to sleep.

I'm very tired. I want to go to mass early tomorrow.

Good night.

You can't be fixed.

Look, I was almost 50 years old.

Fighting with kids, I was.

I needed to be agile,

light and handsome.

It drew a lot of attention.

In the end, what matters is that they notice you.

And that guy, Don Marcelino.

Do you know what he called me?

The Pink Panther.

-What about him? -Don Marcelino?

He's with his cigars, his books, his bulls... He's fine.

And that? Hey, I warn you,

if you're thinking of changing your profession,

bullfighters' pigtails are false.

No, I'm actually thinking of cutting it off.

I'm considering a change of plans.

Are you going to give up music?

It's just that this last album--

I've brought together the best musicians I know,

those who are breaking all the records.

It was supposed to be something different.

-And it's been a failure. -No.

If you're going to feel sorry for yourself,

better go to your mother

or someone who gets it the hell out of you.

But don't come here to cry. The bull caught you? Very well.

You get up, sew up the wound, and go out again.

I can't go back to ballads with a catchy chorus.

That's over.

And now what do you want to be? Carlitos Berlanga?

Or those young girls that come out on TV

screaming they want to be bimbos?

-Come on, Miguel! -At least, they make good music.

They're free to do whatever they want.

No, no, no.

Freedom is something else. Imitation isn't worth it.

When have you wanted to be like others,

to look like others? Miguel, please.

Look, what you have to do is listen to your instinct...

and go for it!

Come on.

Use a glass.

You never sleep, Tata?

-Nice tan. -The climate was great.

At Majorca, right?

Don't lie to me. I'm not your mother.

Are you hungry, son? I made chocolate cake.

He can't fool his mother either.

How's Rosario doing? As dry as ever?

-What do you mean? -Really?

You reek of the countryside.

You weren't in Majorca.

Rosario's fine, she's taking care of Dad.

Hey, the library mess, how much is it going to cost?

You say it as if it were my fault that the roof fell.

No, it's not that.

But ask for more than one quote and send it to me.

I'm going back to bed. Good night.

-Good night. -Sleep well, ma'am.

Where'd you find it? I thought I'd lost it.

On the porch.

Did you read it?

No.

I like the story.

What story?

"'Don't lie to me,' she told him.

The crescent moon shone on his knife.

Jealousy

in his brave eyes,

he knew it was time...

supreme luck, the spell,

and the poison of tears."

It looks like a story.

A poetic story.

They're notes for song lyrics.

The blood, the passion and the pain.

They look good in books and in songs.

In life, not so much.

Andy Warhol has sent a very detailed breakdown

of all of your expenses.

Videotapes, Pantone codes for the paints

used in all of the artwork, and hot dogs.

You have to understand that this record company

is not going to pay for any more extravagances.

This isn't Hispavox.

That music's great for the movie

of the boy who dresses as a woman.

Almodovar.

But that's not how you get to America.

You go through the jukebox.

Well, here you have a selection of songs

that we've tailor-made for you.

Thank you very much, Mr. Molina,

but I'm working on my own songs.

Don't worry, it won't cost you any extra.

You can be sure of that.

Wait.

Let me do it.

Okay.

In case it wasn't clear to you, that was an ultimatum.

I understand.

You have never composed any music.

Now you're closer to your 30s than your 20s.

Thanks for reminding me that time passes

and for trusting my talent.

You're a great manager.

I was going to listen to the bullfighter

and trust my instinct.

It's a Lorca drama.

There's jealousy, despair, death.

The light of the moon flooding the cobbled streets,

a few furtive steps, and a mystery.

MILAN / 1984

The darkness of Depeche Mode...

with the exotics of Bowie.

At the end, we can make a modulation.

I mean, more personal, I think.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

-Stop. -What?

The voice doesn't sound like it's supposed to.

The voice, precisely.

I don't know what else to try.

I've hardly slept,

have not stopped smoking, my throat is closed.

Miguel!

What happened?

-Are you sure? -Of course!

Of course! Let's record it now.

Let's record it now!

This long play is an aberration.

Forget about any promotional campaign.

Okay.

Tell Mr. Bose that he's on his own.

NEW

I was alone.

But with an album that reflected who I was,

how I felt.

I packed my bags and went to America

to promote "Bandido" at my own risk,

from one radio station to another,

with the album under my arm.

Mature, confident and indispensable, huh?

The album is awesome.

It's completely different.

Listen carefully and without prejudice

as if it were the first time.

Is that a skirt?

It's his "Pink Panther."

Number one in America and in Spain.

I had reached the top alone.

The danger of being at the top is plummeting.

And I did until I hit rock bottom.

MADRID FIVE YEARS LATER

Don't worry, Fernando,

your champion will come back without a problem.

It doesn't seem that clear to me.

He's not at 100%.

-Come on! -Put your hands up! Do it!

Come on!

One, two, three...

Come on!

Two!

-Three! Four! -Come on! Come on!

-Five! Six! Seven! -Come on! Come on!

Eight! Nine!

Out!

Come on!

What did I tell you?

I told you to hurt him with the hook, didn't I?

-Man... -Sit down.

If he did it three times, he threw me--

What happened?

What'd I tell you?

Did I defeat him or not? Yes or no?

Let me go. You'll break my back.

-Hey, where's Fernando? -He...

He's gone. He's pissed.

Since my opponent was beating me in the second round,

he kept blabbing that I'm at the weight limit.

I'm going to rest, he said.

Never. We're going to burn Madrid down today.

The Salamander's prepared a big party.

She's prepared a big party for us!

Hi, handsome.

Hi, Helga.

Here.

Nah. Whenever you want, handsome.

Do you know that you look like your dad?

Hadn't I told you that I met him in Bogota in the late '50s?

My father has met many women.

It has nothing to do with that. I was a kid.

It was the first time I went to see the bulls.

Helga.

Hey!

Why a salamander?

Because they resist fire.

And if you touch them, all your hair falls out.

Well, don't come near me, then.

I had left Somosaguas

after the umpteenth fight with my mother.

I lived at night and slept during the day.

Tata was my only contact with reality.

Hello?

Miguel?

Tata, don't open that.

Oh, this life you lead...

It's 4 p.m. and you're still in bed?

Come on.

-I'm taking a shower. -That's it. A shower.

Miguel, listen. Your mother--

Okay, my mother.

How much does she need?

She misses you.

Well, I don't. I'm sick of her bad temper.

-Look who's talking. -Well, look, that's why.

I need some time away from that house.

A house that, by the way,

I continue paying for as if I lived in it.

Fine.

The movie she made isn't enough to cover anything.

Tata, what day is it?

-Wednesday. -What day of the month?

You don't know what day you live in either?

Well, the 4th.

October 4th, right?

God, Miguel.

Why don't you come home for dinner tonight?

I have plans.

How is he?

He looks sad.

What'd he say?

-This won't last long. -Call him.

-He doesn't want to talk to me. -Well, insist until he wants to.

Push it, push it, push it a little more.

Oh, boy.

When I tell my kids tomorrow that I drove you,

they won't believe me.

What a curious couple you make,

you look like Quixote and Sancho.

And who is Sancho? Are you calling me fat, dumbass?

No, man. Of course not.

I'm nobody's squire. Let that be clear.

Of course not, you're the damn champion!

Listen! I'm the damn champion!

Damn champion.

I'm the damn champion!

I'm the damn champion!

God!

THE SUN

Man...

Call me, I need to talk to you.

Hey, it's me, Rosa.

Fernando's promoter called

because of Richi's fight tonight.

Remember, you have the same seat reserved

as last month.

Show some signs of life. Kisses. Bye.

Last month?

THE WALL BAR

Hi. What's up?

How are you?

Okay.

Hey, would you give me an autograph?

Leave us alone, man. We're comfortable here.

Relax. Do you have a pen?

Girl! Do you have something to write down?

Didn't you hear? Don't bother us!

-Am I bothering you? -I told you to leave.

-Are you dumb or what? -Richi.

Get lost. I don't want to hit you.

But you're a damn dwarf!

Did I warn you or not?

Well, well, well. Someone's becoming fond of coming here.

My father used to tell us

that in life you have to push forward and up.

That the past is no longer there.

Because by being unrepeatable, it shouldn't count.

You have to look ahead and up.

I wish I could have asked my grandfather,

the first Dominguin,

what that meant exactly.

But he died when I was 2 years old.

Hello?

Hello, Rosario. It's-- It's Miguel.

-Hi. How are you? -Fine, fine.

You haven't come to see us in a long time.

Yes. Well, I've been busy.

Yes. Of course.

Hey, is my father around?

Yes, yes. Hold on, I'll pass you to him. Kisses.

Kisses.

Man, I'm glad to hear you.

How are you, Dad?

Here, the boss is keeping me dry.

But I'm good. Very comfortable by the fire.

Hey, you haven't come to Madrid lately, right?

We haven't been there for months, why?

No. Nothing.

What's going on, Miguel?

Nothing.

-I had a dream about you. -I hope you dreamt I was dying.

Don't joke about that.

Your grandmother used to say that it would prolong your life.

Are you sure you're okay?

I'm better than being cradled in someone's arms.

The boss takes great care of me.

How's the weather at The Virgin?

Here, it's raining a lot.

It's rained here all week, but it seems to be better now.

-The mare has given birth. -The dapple-gray?

What dapple-gray?

It's whiter than milk.

It must have been dirty when you saw it.

Hey, Miguel, is everything okay?

Yes, everything's fine, Dad.

I just wanted to hear your voice.

-I'm going to visit soon, okay? -Whenever you want.

You know that you're always welcome here.

And you can see the new filly, huh?

-Kisses. - Come on.

-Hello? -Miguel?

Call the builder. We're going to drown.

Should we call the builder?

The last time we fixed the roof, it cost us a fortune.

Call him, Reme! Call him!

I'll call.

Carlitos?

Carlitos?

What are you doing here?

Nothing. I just saw a friend.

Come on.

He gave me a copy of the book that I liked so much,

the one by the German singer.

And I can say that I learned how to have sex,

thanks to your father.

It's true.

Well, what can I say? Thanks, Dad.

-To your dad. -Cheers.

I win.

Hey, and how about the group?

Well, the group is over.

-What are you saying? -Yes.

Everything comes to an end, doesn't it?

I don't know. I...

Don't know.

I would like to recover the illusion

of discovering things, like those first times.

Do you have any heroin to compensate?

Was that what you were going to get at the Polygon?

-Watch out, Carlos. -I know.

Cat food!

He's trying to get your attention.

You don't care if the child is feeding on--

He's not a child, Reme! He's not a child.

Don't treat him like one. Let him eat whatever he wants.

Stop filling his fridge and cleaning up his mess.

You haven't seen how he lives in that apartment.

Because if you had, you'd yank him out of there.

Get used to it, Reme.

Because I don't know...

where we're going to live next month.

What are you saying?

I went to the bank to ask for a loan

to fix the roof.

I was denied.

I didn't want to tell you,

but the sooner you know, the better, right?

There's no money left in the accounts.

But that can't be. Miguel has won--

Millions.

But he hasn't done anything for more than two years,

no records, no concerts,

and he's been spending out of control.

I've checked everything.

This house has taken all the savings,

jewelry, paintings.

Nothing is enough.

No, no, ma'am. Ma'am, calm down.

-Fernando? -Is he here?

-Who? -Richi.

No.

I haven't seen him for a few days.

He must be training. He has a fight soon, right?

He's missing.

He hasn't shown up for training in four days.

-Come in. Please. -You don't care about this.

You wallow in misery, then return to have dinner

at your mother's house in Somosaguas.

You're a tourist on the wild side of life.

This boy has nothing.

If he loses his form, he loses the sponsorships.

And if he loses the sponsorships,

his life goes to hell again.

If you see him, tell him he has two days. Two.

Helga!

Where's Richi?

I don't know. Over there.

Could you be a little more specific?

No. A lot of people ask me about you

and I don't tell them where you are.

It's a myth, you know?

What?

Salamanders aren't resistant to fire.

You can't live forever

in the kingdom of the salamander.

One morning, I woke up and decided that touring

the wild side of life was over for me.

After many nights,

the sun came out again.

You look awful.

I love you too.

I hope you haven't called me to help you pack all this up.

Well, no.

I called you

because I want you to tell everyone that we're back.

Back? Where?

On the road.

I want a tour. A long one. And as soon as possible.

A tour can't be improvised. It's going to take a long time.

But you're the best, right?

That's why I asked you to come back with me.

If anyone can organize it fast, it's you.

Oh, Miguel.

I thought you weren't going to get up from this.

I'm the son of a bullfighter.

We sew up our wounds and get back to the ring.

Hello, Tosca.

Son.

Hello, Tata. How are you?

Welcome home.

-Let me take it to your room. -Thank you.

Coming back?

Not for long.

I'm going to have to sell the house--

I've come from the bank.

They're going to grant you the loan.

But you don't have--

I just signed for a very long tour.

It's fixed.

I'd already made up my mind.

You wouldn't be so calm.

You love this house more than anything in the world.

-More than me. -You know that's not true.

You know that I will always take care of you,

no matter what.

Do you think the bullfighter loves you more?

You have fallen into his trap too.

What trap?

He hunted you down, and now you want to be like him.

Twenty-four hours of partying with friends.

You disappear for months, and then you come back

and expect me to pretend like nothing happened.

Mom, I've come in peace.

And I know you're happy.

It's not easy being your son.

Have you ever thought about that?

I'm doing the best I can.

Me too.

I do the best I can.

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