Luis Miguel: La Serie (2018–2021): Season 3, Episode 5 - Episode #3.5 - full transcript
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I think they were already friends.
Yeah, right, him and Mariah were friends.
I remember
getting ready to go to Seoul,
and we had a big argument.
I almost got to meet Michael Jackson.
Imagine that.
Those are the kinds of stories
we should have in my series.
I'm right there, in Korea,
with Michael Jackson.
That's pure gold.
It is, it is, but don't...
don't get carried away.
I mean, just not before the producers
tell us how they want to tell the story.
Miguel, what's that supposed to mean?
It's my story, right?
It's about what I say it's about.
It has to be.
These are nice offices.
Yeah, they did a good job here.
They're a nice group.
You're gonna like them.
- Good evening!
- Hello, Miguel.
Hi, Miguel.
Micky. Everyone, this is Micky.
- Carla, my associate.
- I'm Carla.
- Hello, Carla. How are you?
- Just great. Welcome.
- Oh, nice shoes, huh!
- Thank you.
Pablo Cruz.
- Good to meet you, Pablo.
- It's a pleasure.
- Same here, it's a pleasure.
- Thank you.
These are our producers.
- Great.
- Yeah.
- Producers. All right.
- Yeah!
And Mr. Mark Burnett,
- who needs no introduction.
- Mark!
I speak a little Spanish.
Nice!
Welcome, welcome.
Please, take a seat.
Well, first off, I just want to express
how excited we are
to finally get the ball rolling.
We all think that this could not only be
a great show,
but a tribute to a spectacular career.
It is such a pleasure to have you here
talking to us about your life.
Thank you, Mark. I appreciate it.
Carla.
Well,
first of all, thanks for being here.
As I said to Miguel,
these meetings are so important
at the beginning of a project.
So I just wanna express
my gratitude to you for this.
My pleasure.
Well, then.
where do you want me to start?
I'll begin when I...
sang in Sanremo when I was 15.
I was the youngest
to have ever had that honor.
Well, it's better if you begin talking
about your life chronologically
up to today.
Are you kidding?
I've been doing this for decades.
It's a very long story.
We'll be here all night.
So, tell me where I should begin, then?
From the beginning,
where all good stories start.
We were thinking
that we would begin the project
right at the start of your career.
Tell us about...
how you would work with your father.
With my father?
That's the idea, yes.
Well, we read that your father could be
very... demanding.
He was disciplined, that's how it was.
Where did you read about my father?
It's all part of our research.
In fact, look what we found here.
♪ Que bonitos ojos tienese ♪
- ♪ Debajo de esas dos cejas... ♪
- Your television debut.
♪ Debajo de esas dos cejas ♪
♪ Que bonitos ojos tienese... ♪
Uh, please turn that off now.
- ♪ Ellos me quieren... ♪
- Turn it off.
Okay.
Why don't you tell us
how your parents met?
How they fell in love.
Why don't you start there?
Let's go, baby.
Careful!
Cata didn't want me to go out with you.
She's never gonna stop running your life,
you know. You're a grown woman!
They would drop dead if they knew
what we were doing out of wedlock.
Well, they probably know.
They're not idiots.
I hope this place is better than
that cabaret where we first got together.
Don't get fancy on me, huh?
You could be wrong about it.
Antonio! What a coincidence!
I'll be damned!
Who is he?
Him? A fucking great photographer,
photographer to the stars.
- How's it going?
- Glad to see you.
Me too, man.
- Hey, so, uh...
- Hi.
- Following us, or what?
- With the camera.
Planning on taking a few photos?
- He wants to take photos?
- Yeah.
Sure, why not?
Hey, the girlfriend of Luis Rey.
- Why not take photos?
- Yeah, yeah.
- An exclusive, isn't it?
- Sure it is. Yeah, yeah.
- How about this for a shot?
- Okay.
- With the church.
- Lovely.
- Right?
- Yeah.
Beautiful shot, right here.
Right here. Yeah, it'll be perfect.
Take off the shades. Take 'em off.
Now you'll look beautiful, really. Okay?
- Good, good.
- Like this. Give me a big kiss.
- Mmm.
- Mmm.
That's it. Here we go.
What are you doing here?
I took the day off.
I wanted to see you.
Baby.
Nothing happened.
- Baby!
- Then what was he doing in your room?
He was just picking me up.
Hmm.
Right.
Right.
Baby.
I go to surprise you in Toronto,
wait for you in your room,
you practically kick me out...
- I never kicked you out.
- You left!
One second later,
you were having dinner with your ex.
♪ I take it back... ♪
You told me I had nothing to worry about.
- ♪ Erase and rewind... ♪
- And you don't.
I have to go to Mexico.
- I'll call you when I get back.
- ♪ I've changed my mind ♪
♪ Erase and rewind... ♪
♪ And I'll be changing my mind ♪
♪ I'm with you, Marcela ♪
♪ Everything seems to me ♪
♪ Everything seems
More beautiful to me with you ♪
♪ Marcela ♪
Yeah, that's it.
Okay!
Okay, damn it!
Just be patient!
What the hell?
What is this about?
Come in.
Hey!
Well, I believe you said
that you had to get married to me
to get out of your house, huh?
Well, there you go.
Luis, he took pictures of us
outside of a church.
- That is not getting married!
- Well, maybe.
My father's gonna kill me.
Hmm. But we both look great, though, huh?
Your father isn't gonna kill you,
don't be silly.
By the way, Alfred called me.
The album is a hit. A big hit!
And he wants me to tour in Puerto Rico
the rest of the year and all of next year.
What? Are you gonna go?
Yeah, and you're coming too.
We leave this week.
Are you crazy?
What? Your parents won't let you go?
You're married to me now.
Not this way, Luis. Not like this.
But why? Baby!
Hey, Marcela, my love.
What's the matter? What's wrong? Huh?
Do you want to marry just some... some guy
who just has your father's approval?
Just some average guy?
Because that's who you'll end up with.
Live an average life, with an average guy,
- or go with me to Puerto Rico?
- Hmm.
We can begin our lives in Puerto Rico,
then maybe go somewhere else.
Then maybe travel 24 times
around the planet!
Hm?
Wouldn't you prefer that
to a life that's boring?
A real life, with me?
- Huh?
- Promise me that we'll get married?
Make you Mrs. Luis Gallego Rey.
And that's when they went to Puerto Rico.
Hmm.
They must've been
so deeply in love by then.
Sure. Yeah.
They never got married, though, right?
Uh... what do you mean?
We're under the impression
the wedding never took place.
Well, I... I don't know.
I... would have to check, no?
I think
that's enough for now.
- I'm getting tired.
- Yes, sure.
- Yeah.
- Fine.
That was no meeting, Miguel.
It was an interrogation.
You knew they'd ask all that, right?
They want to know
about your childhood, yeah. Sure.
It would've been nice to know
before signing away the rights to my life.
I know this must be strange for you,
but we're talking about the whole story
- of your life.
- Exactly! It's my life!
Why the fuck is it so important
if they were married or not?
You're here for them, though.
They want to tell the whole story.
I don't know, come up with some kind
of nice anecdote they can relate to.
About your dad.
A nice anecdote about my old man?
There has to be one.
♪ Well, it's just another day ♪
- ♪ It's just another day ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪
♪ It's just another day... ♪
David!
No, no, no, don't get up. All right...
Ben, could you get
one more for him, please?
Thank you very much.
Hm.
Thank you.
I want to release the album in a year.
In the meantime,
though, I have a suggestion.
Something to drum up the excitement.
To introduce you to the American public.
Okay?
I want you to record a duet
with the biggest
selling singer in the world.
Madonna?
Cold.
- Whitney Houston?
- Warmer.
- No.
- It's perfect!
The "it" couple recording together.
David, my career
and my personal life do not mix.
I've got the song. You've gotta listen it.
It's beautiful,
tailor-made for the two of you.
And Mariah, what... what does she think?
What does she think?
She came to me, it was her idea.
Really?
Huh. Interesting.
And, um...
What song do you have in mind?
It could be "impossible" to say.
♪ Gracias amor ♪
♪ Por guardarme en tus brazos ♪
♪ Gracias amor ♪
Her water broke.
Okay, yeah, I understand, I got it, yeah.
But can't she hold on a little longer?
You tried squeezing her legs together,
and that didn't do anything, huh?
That's not how childbirth works.
I'm all the way
on the other side of the island.
And just about
to give a concert any minute.
Let's go, Luis!
- Yeah.
- Are you saying a concert's more important
- than the birth of your child?
- Hold on, all right? I got it!
- I got it!
- Hang up. Let's go!
It's time, Luis. It's show time!
Come on, let's go!
Be right there!
AMERICA THEATER
Who's this?
- Is that mine?
- Yes.
Oh!
- Want me to hold him?
- Sure.
Okay...
Hey!
- Oh!
- Congratulations.
Thank you.
Okay!
Hey!
Hey, there.
Pleased to meet you.
Yeah.
- Excuse me, is Luis Rey's room this way?
- Antonio!
- Ah!
- Come on!
Luis! Sh. The baby!
- He came to take a picture for the paper.
- You didn't warn me.
- Just hurry up and get dressed.
- Marcela!
- Hello, Antonio, how are you?
- Congratulations!
I'm good, just fine.
- He's so precious! Did you name him?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, Luis Miguel.
- Ah!
- Yeah.
- That's so nice, after his father!
No, the matador, Dominguín.
- Figure it out, kid. Let's take the photo.
- Sure.
- Careful.
- Let's get a nice set.
- Okay.
- Hey!
- Take the baby.
- So precious.
- It's hot in here! He's heavy.
- Oh, he's beautiful.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you!
- Same thing? Good.
- Okay.
- Here we go.
- Come on.
- Lovely.
- Another one.
- One more?
- One more.
Let's do it. And...
- Beautiful.
- All right.
Lovely.
- That's it.
- Come outside.
- Congratulations, Marcela.
- Thank you!
- Be right back.
- See you!
Congratulations, Luis.
- Beautiful baby, huh?
- Precious.
- So precious.
- He's a blessing, such a blessing.
- How much do I owe you?
- Uh, a hundred.
You want me to pay that much, you bastard?
We agreed on it, man.
I'm gonna be a paparazzi... paparazzi.
- Paparazzi, man.
- Yeah.
- You motherfucker. Front page, okay?
- Front page.
- Better do it.
- Yeah. Sure.
- Cover shot.
- Okay.
Shit, Luis.
The cash wasn't
where you said to look for it.
Of course it is. It's right there,
in the bedroom, in the little case.
No, no, it wasn't there,
I swear on my life.
Then I must have been robbed.
- I've been robbed!
- What do you mean?
I mean robbed! I have to sneak out
- with my wife and baby.
- No money to pay the hospital?
My cash was all there, I said.
In the case near the bed.
Somebody must have ripped me off, I guess.
- I'll front it to you, don't worry.
- Thank you!
- I'll go pay it.
- Thank you so much!
- We'll figure it out on the tour.
- Try to find that son of a bitch.
So, I was born
in San Juan, Puerto Rico.
Not in Mexico, if you weren't aware.
We read that that was where you were born.
- Uh-huh.
- And we'd like to...
Hold on. It looks like your father
never paid his manager back.
He said Alfred owed him $5,000,
so it pretty much came out even.
Where did they get that?
Who have you been talking to?
We bought the rights weeks ago.
Have you read it?
So,
if you already know it all,
then why am I here?
- We want to hear your version.
- No, no, no.
There are many versions.
- But just one truth.
- Exactly.
That's why we're talking about it now,
we're a team here.
Well, what happened, then?
Did your dad ever pay Alfred back?
Thank you. Thank you, Spain.
Thanks, from my heart. Right here.
Hey, wait. Anita.
Is it true I only have
a five-minute interview?
Yes, darling, I know. I'm sorry.
But why is that, huh?
I sing my best numbers
and I only get five minutes?
You know how television is.
- There really isn't time.
- Precisely. I know television.
How about if we do this, please?
I'll talk about show business
in my answers,
and we can really spice things up.
- Hey, maybe talk about Perales.
- No.
Me and Perales, we went to this party.
- That Mexican, José José...
- Don't tell that story.
Some very juicy information.
I mean, that son of a bitch...
- Come on, you'll be happy.
- Luis!
Listen to me. Just do me this favor.
Come on, five minutes is no time at all.
Huh? Huh? Give me some more time. Please?
- Would you do this?
- All right.
15 minutes is the maximum I can do, okay?
I knew you could do it.
- Because I like you.
- I'll call you this week.
- Yeah?
- Okay!
- What happened?
- What happened?
- Oh!
- A 15-minute interview is all!
- 15 minutes?
- 15 big ones!
- But what will I say for 15 minutes?
- How do I know? Say anything.
Listen, just follow my lead.
Only idiots watch television.
- Don't worry.
- I guess so. How does this dress look?
- Oh!
- I made it today.
Oh!
- Yeah?
- Wow! Come on!
- Let's see. Turn around...
- Oh!
Mmm! You're beautiful!
Yes, yes, absolutely.
But touring can be very tiring,
traveling around the world,
even when we're playing
to packed stadiums, right, like in Mexico.
But, uh... you miss your home.
And I miss Spain.
Of course. And I understand that
you've been touring all of South America,
and that your shows have been...
very successful everywhere you went.
I even heard you did a show
at Carnegie Hall in New York,
is that right?
Uh, yes, yes, and for that,
I'm so grateful.
I'm grateful. I mean that.
Marcela, how about you?
Tell me, how do you keep
the family together?
I mean, since Luis
has gotten so famous now?
Uh...
Well...
Well, actually, we have been fortunate
in that we are both...
we're both artists at a pretty high level.
We give each other support, you know?
But together,
we're living a simple, fantastic life.
- I wasn't aware. Are you an actress?
- You didn't know that Marcela is a model?
- A model who's internationally known.
- Ah! No, no, no.
She was featured in Paris, Milan, Madrid...
- Ah.
- Go on, tell us.
Please, share it with our audience.
Who are your favorite, uh...
dressmakers and designers?
- Please, tell us.
- Come on, don't be shy, now.
Uh...
Also, she has difficulty sometimes with
her accent and pronunciation in Castilian.
- And she's nervous being on television.
- Yes.
She has trouble when she speaks Spanish
like a Castilian.
But the first time we went to Paris,
we went to the offices of Dior,
with your cousin.
You remember? With Rossana Podestà.
The actress?
- That's right.
- What a family of artists!
- It's incredible.
- It is.
- But let me just take a minute to mention...
- Okay.
...that I still have some concerts
that have not quite sold out.
Almost, but there are still a few tickets
available for purchase,
Come see the show,
and enjoy that part of my life.
The music and the passion.
I swear, he must have spent ten minutes
talking about how she was a model.
My mom didn't know what to say.
But, I mean, that's the way
our Pop was, right? Like that.
And that's what they want for the series.
Don't tell me you want everyone to know
all the stuff that Dad pulled.
I don't know, Micky.
Don't know. But listen.
If the series doesn't show him as he was,
aren't you doing just exactly the same
thing that Pop was doing in the interview?
I'm not saying I like it,
but I'd prefer a real, honest portrayal
over trying to make him
Father of the Year.
Then, Miguel asked me if I could...
could possibly recall
a nice anecdote about my father.
What am I gonna say?
There's nothing to recall.
- Wanna hear one thing I remember?
- Sure.
Our father didn't...
give a damn about anything...
except you.
Oh.
Because he lived off of me.
No.
That wasn't it.
He admired you, man.
♪ If I had you ♪
♪ Could I ever want for more? ♪
♪ It's just impossible ♪
♪ And tomorrow ♪
♪ Should you ask me for the world
Somehow I'd get it ♪
♪ I would sell my very soul
And not regret it ♪
♪ It's just impossible ♪
♪ Just impossible ♪
How did that sound, David?
Fantastic.
Really? It wasn't too loud?
Honey, with you, everything is loud.
- What about you, baby? All good?
- Yeah, it was... it was great.
Good job!
All right. Are you ready, Micky?
- Yes.
- Let's do it, man.
Let's do it.
- Let's go.
- I'm excited.
Mm-hm.
♪ It's impossible ♪
♪ Tell the sun to leave the sky ♪
♪ It's just impossible ♪
♪ Can I hold you ♪
♪ Closer to me ♪
♪ And not feel you going through me? ♪
♪ Can the ocean ♪
♪ Keep from rushing to the shore?
It's just... ♪
David?
One second.
Hey, baby, it's sounding great.
Yeah, we love it.
It's just that it sounded a little bit...
flat. I think.
Wh... wh...
What the fuck does that mean?
I just think both your styles
should match, you know?
Bring the intensity up a bit, that's it.
You know what?
Let's... let's do it again from the top.
Let's go again.
Come on.
Let's go, huh? We're gonna be late!
Come on! Come on, Micky!
- We're gonna be late again.
- Hurry up!
- Come on.
- Let's go.
- Watch out, watch out!
- Hurry up! Come on.
- I'm going!
- Come on!
- Come on!
- You know how your father likes sermons!
- My head is killing me from last night.
- I'm trying, Mama!
- Please, Luis, help me here.
- Let's go, Micky! Come on!
- Up the stairs!
- I'll get Álex.
- Yeah.
- Hurry up!
Come on, now. Come on.
...iglesia,
y conforme a la palabra,
- concédele la paz y la armonía...
- Go with your brother. Go.
Tú que vives y reinas,
por los siglos de los siglos.
Amen.
La paz del señor esté siempre
con todos vosotros.
I don't have any cash today.
But next time, okay?
Marcela, Luis.
It's so nice to see you here.
I'm happy that you brought the children.
- Yeah.
- Our pleasure.
What a sermon that was, father.
Made me think of many things,
important things.
I'm glad.
Please forgive this interruption,
but we have a problem with our choir.
We're missing a singer.
Maybe one of your sons could help us out?
Micky, go on.
Go with the father.
- But I don't want to.
- Listen, we're in the house of the Lord.
Here, you listen to the father
and to your own father. So, go on!
- Mama, I don't want to.
- Stop it, and go with father.
- Go.
- Go on, Micky!
All you need to do is listen,
and do what the other kids do.
- You already know the songs.
- Just five minutes.
- Then you'll be back with your family.
- Okay.
You're spoiling him. Shit!
Make some room
in the middle, please. That's good.
Wake me up when it's all over.
♪ Ave Maria ♪
♪ Gratia plena ♪
- ♪ Maria, gratia... ♪
- What the hell?
Luis!
♪ Plena ♪
♪ Maria, gratia plena ♪
♪ Ave ♪
♪ Ave, Dominus ♪
♪ Dominus tecum ♪
♪ Benedicta tu in mulieribus ♪
♪ Et benedictus ♪
♪ Et benedictus ♪
Hey, love. Let's go to sleep.
- Babe, just let me.
- You?
What? I don't know how to read a story?
Go. Do what you were doing.
Hey. Let's tuck you in.
Here. There you go.
Are you going to read Pinocchio?
No, later.
But first, I wanna talk
about something important.
Micky,
you've got talent.
You know what that means?
- That I can sing?
- That's right.
But you're a singer too.
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah...
Yes, but no.
I can't do it the way you do.
And I could never sing like you do.
Anybody can just sing.
But when you do it,
that's somethin' else.
Micky, please listen to me.
Your dad talks a lot,
but I do know two things.
The first one is about how to get ahead
in a world that's mostly full of bastards.
And the second one...
is music.
One day...
the whole world will hear your voice.
That, I promise you.
But you're gonna have to listen to me.
Listen to your father.
Huh?
I love you.
I almost never saw him like that.
I can't believe that he heard me
singing in the church, right?
You know, I never knew that.
Mmm.
It's true, what's there in the book.
My parents never did have a wedding.
My father left the hospital unpaid,
as well.
And he told us that story with pride.
That, and...
a hundred more.
I can't tell you
that he was a good person.
Or even that he was a good husband.
Much less a good father.
But what I will say is...
he was the first person to believe in me.
So, then...
I'll tell you the truth, tell all of it.
All of his tricks, and his cheating.
But I wanna make one thing clear.
He gave me the one thing I have now.
He...
gave me the music.
It went well today.
Very well, I would say.
I should speak with Garduño
and with Warner, yeah?
About a new record,
and doing a few concerts...
- Yes.
- Do all of it now.
The music is...
it's all I have left.
No, Micky,
it's not all you have left.
And you know that.
♪ It's impossible ♪
♪ Tell the sun to leave the sky ♪
♪ It's just impossible ♪
♪ It's impossible ♪
♪ Ask a baby not to cry
It's just impossible ♪
♪ Can I hold you ♪
♪ Closer to me ♪
♪ And not feel you going through... ♪
You changed my voice.
- Just a little bit.
- No.
- You changed the way I sound.
- We're trying a new program.
It's called Auto-Tune.
Cher just used it.
Her song will be
the biggest single this year.
This doesn't sound like me,
David, and it's supposed to promote me.
Shit, I'm not releasing this!
- Let's focus on Songbook.
- Micky, we just finished recording.
- It's gonna be...
- I said no!
- What the fuck?
- She told you to do that to my voice?
- Do what?
- That shit you did.
Micky, come on, man!
Right.
That... that's what I thought.
- I think we're done for today.
- Sure.
You don't know who the fuck
you're fucking with.
Hey, baby.
- Hey, babe.
- Mm!
You okay?
So...
- Just listened to our song.
- Yeah?
I'm dying to hear your thoughts.
So, what did you think?
Honestly...
I loved it.
Yeah?
Yeah.
And you don't think they...
overdid the whole Auto-Tune thing?
Oh, no! No, no, no.
I think it's amazing.
Whose idea was that?
David? You?
Did you tell them
to use that thing on my voice?
And why would I do that?
'Cause you couldn't help it.
'Cause it had to be your song.
You're actually delusional.
You know what? I can't...
I... I can't be with someone I can't trust.
Oh! God!
Don't tell me this is about Eric again.
You think that by... by us doing this duet,
it's gonna magically disappear?
How many times do I have to tell you?
Nothing happened!
We had dinner!
I know something happened.
Excuse me for not being a saint.
Hey, next time I'm away,
why don't you just get me a chastity belt?
Maybe that'll keep you happy.
Yeah, this was a mistake.
Really?
Dating me, a mistake?
Just because you're you,
doesn't mean I gotta be happy.
Fine.
Then go and be with someone
whose lifelong dream
is to make you dinner,
drive a van,
and knit sweaters for your kids.
Marry someone like your mom.
Don't you fucking talk about my mom!
But it's the truth, though, right?
The truth?
How's this for truth?
I just fucking canceled the duet.
I'd rather keep my dignity intact
than spend one more second of my life
with you.
So, leave,
because I don't give a shit.
That duet was meant to help you.
I don't need this duet, I don't need you,
and I don't need your fucking help.
I told you he was difficult to work with.
You can say that again.
Don't beat yourself up.
It takes time to learn
how to handle Micky.
I don't know if I wanna learn.
What if he does this
when we're recording the Songbook?
Don't worry, I'll be in your corner
making sure he behaves.
Although...
This album is bigger than any artist. So...
Just in case we can't rely on Micky,
what are we gonna do?
I do know a young, talented Canadian kid.
Sounds great.
Don't forget I have a long list
of fantastic Latin American singers,
- if you want.
- I want to hear them.
That's why you're here.
So, does that mean
we're working together or what?
Could be.
Mm.
♪ Mi prisión ♪
♪ Mi libertad ♪
♪ Mi oscuridad y mi lucero ♪
♪ Mezcla de brisa y tempestad ♪
♪ Así te quiero ♪
♪ Mi pasión ♪
♪ Mi corazón ♪
♪ Lluvia de mayo, sol de invierno ♪
♪ Que me estás dando, qué tendrás ♪
♪ Tal vez encanto, veneno ♪
♪ Amante del amor ♪
♪ Quisiera ser la enredadera ♪
♪ Que sube por tu piel de seda ♪
♪ Beberme tu pasión ♪
- ♪ Amarte entera... ♪
- Everyone's here. Are you coming up?
- ♪ Amante del amor ♪
- Yeah.
Okay.
♪ Quisiera ser la enredadera ♪
♪ Que sube por tu piel de seda ♪
♪ Beberme tu pasión ♪
♪ Amarte entera ♪
♪ Amante del amor ♪
MEXICO CITY, 2000
Look,
I know it's hard for you to hear,
but Robles and his cousin
skimmed off money
so that they could pay
for publicity for the album.
That's stealing, Micky.
Any way you look at it.
Well, fuck that motherfucker!
I swear to God,
I'm gonna kill that asshole!
That's the last straw!
You're too trusting, Micky.
I gave him all the keys to my business,
to all the tours, everything!
It's done, Micky.
They took you for a ride.
Made sure you wouldn't find out.
I need your help now. Ambrosi, I... I...
Man, can you take care of the offices
while I look into this?
Sure. Yeah, I can do that.
Thanks, huh? For real, thanks.
Of course. That's why I'm here.
What's going on?
What's this?
Ah...
Just some yoga.
I learned it in India.
Oh, hi, Micky.
- How are you?
- What are you doing here?
Can I get you a little whiskey?
No whiskey? Okay.
- You want to sit down?
- I knew you were many things.
But a moron? Never.
- Pardon?
- Did you believe that you could really
just pull money from my account
without telling me?
Steal from my account?
I didn't steal anything of yours.
Aries took some money
for publicity on your record,
and Aries returned every cent...
I don't give a damn
if you returned the fucking money!
You stole from me,
and no one steals from me!
I'm sorry, but I was just doing my job,
exactly the way
that you asked me to do it.
You said you wanted the whole country
to know that Nada Es Igual was out.
You couldn't even do that right.
Robles, you're fired. Get out of here.
I'm sorry, Micky, but...
you don't have the power to fire me.
When you signed the master contract
for Songbook,
you put your name on a document
that signed over 80% of the company to me.
It was for your own good.
So that your tantrums
wouldn't bring all of us down.
You're not gonna be
screwing around with me
the same way you did
with your other managers.
You bastard.
This is exactly like McCluskey.
None of this exists without me.
You don't exist without me.
Well, without me, there's no Songbook.
What does that mean?
The project is owned by myself,
Aries, and David.
Don't you...
read before you sign something?
See? That's what I worry about.
That's how you ended up fighting
with one of the most important
producers in the world.
It's going to be so difficult
to market this internationally
after getting on the bad side
of someone like David Foster.
You saw what happened with the duet.
For your own good,
this better end up being one more lie.
Because if not,
well, then, you're fucked.
I think they were already friends.
Yeah, right, him and Mariah were friends.
I remember
getting ready to go to Seoul,
and we had a big argument.
I almost got to meet Michael Jackson.
Imagine that.
Those are the kinds of stories
we should have in my series.
I'm right there, in Korea,
with Michael Jackson.
That's pure gold.
It is, it is, but don't...
don't get carried away.
I mean, just not before the producers
tell us how they want to tell the story.
Miguel, what's that supposed to mean?
It's my story, right?
It's about what I say it's about.
It has to be.
These are nice offices.
Yeah, they did a good job here.
They're a nice group.
You're gonna like them.
- Good evening!
- Hello, Miguel.
Hi, Miguel.
Micky. Everyone, this is Micky.
- Carla, my associate.
- I'm Carla.
- Hello, Carla. How are you?
- Just great. Welcome.
- Oh, nice shoes, huh!
- Thank you.
Pablo Cruz.
- Good to meet you, Pablo.
- It's a pleasure.
- Same here, it's a pleasure.
- Thank you.
These are our producers.
- Great.
- Yeah.
- Producers. All right.
- Yeah!
And Mr. Mark Burnett,
- who needs no introduction.
- Mark!
I speak a little Spanish.
Nice!
Welcome, welcome.
Please, take a seat.
Well, first off, I just want to express
how excited we are
to finally get the ball rolling.
We all think that this could not only be
a great show,
but a tribute to a spectacular career.
It is such a pleasure to have you here
talking to us about your life.
Thank you, Mark. I appreciate it.
Carla.
Well,
first of all, thanks for being here.
As I said to Miguel,
these meetings are so important
at the beginning of a project.
So I just wanna express
my gratitude to you for this.
My pleasure.
Well, then.
where do you want me to start?
I'll begin when I...
sang in Sanremo when I was 15.
I was the youngest
to have ever had that honor.
Well, it's better if you begin talking
about your life chronologically
up to today.
Are you kidding?
I've been doing this for decades.
It's a very long story.
We'll be here all night.
So, tell me where I should begin, then?
From the beginning,
where all good stories start.
We were thinking
that we would begin the project
right at the start of your career.
Tell us about...
how you would work with your father.
With my father?
That's the idea, yes.
Well, we read that your father could be
very... demanding.
He was disciplined, that's how it was.
Where did you read about my father?
It's all part of our research.
In fact, look what we found here.
♪ Que bonitos ojos tienese ♪
- ♪ Debajo de esas dos cejas... ♪
- Your television debut.
♪ Debajo de esas dos cejas ♪
♪ Que bonitos ojos tienese... ♪
Uh, please turn that off now.
- ♪ Ellos me quieren... ♪
- Turn it off.
Okay.
Why don't you tell us
how your parents met?
How they fell in love.
Why don't you start there?
Let's go, baby.
Careful!
Cata didn't want me to go out with you.
She's never gonna stop running your life,
you know. You're a grown woman!
They would drop dead if they knew
what we were doing out of wedlock.
Well, they probably know.
They're not idiots.
I hope this place is better than
that cabaret where we first got together.
Don't get fancy on me, huh?
You could be wrong about it.
Antonio! What a coincidence!
I'll be damned!
Who is he?
Him? A fucking great photographer,
photographer to the stars.
- How's it going?
- Glad to see you.
Me too, man.
- Hey, so, uh...
- Hi.
- Following us, or what?
- With the camera.
Planning on taking a few photos?
- He wants to take photos?
- Yeah.
Sure, why not?
Hey, the girlfriend of Luis Rey.
- Why not take photos?
- Yeah, yeah.
- An exclusive, isn't it?
- Sure it is. Yeah, yeah.
- How about this for a shot?
- Okay.
- With the church.
- Lovely.
- Right?
- Yeah.
Beautiful shot, right here.
Right here. Yeah, it'll be perfect.
Take off the shades. Take 'em off.
Now you'll look beautiful, really. Okay?
- Good, good.
- Like this. Give me a big kiss.
- Mmm.
- Mmm.
That's it. Here we go.
What are you doing here?
I took the day off.
I wanted to see you.
Baby.
Nothing happened.
- Baby!
- Then what was he doing in your room?
He was just picking me up.
Hmm.
Right.
Right.
Baby.
I go to surprise you in Toronto,
wait for you in your room,
you practically kick me out...
- I never kicked you out.
- You left!
One second later,
you were having dinner with your ex.
♪ I take it back... ♪
You told me I had nothing to worry about.
- ♪ Erase and rewind... ♪
- And you don't.
I have to go to Mexico.
- I'll call you when I get back.
- ♪ I've changed my mind ♪
♪ Erase and rewind... ♪
♪ And I'll be changing my mind ♪
♪ I'm with you, Marcela ♪
♪ Everything seems to me ♪
♪ Everything seems
More beautiful to me with you ♪
♪ Marcela ♪
Yeah, that's it.
Okay!
Okay, damn it!
Just be patient!
What the hell?
What is this about?
Come in.
Hey!
Well, I believe you said
that you had to get married to me
to get out of your house, huh?
Well, there you go.
Luis, he took pictures of us
outside of a church.
- That is not getting married!
- Well, maybe.
My father's gonna kill me.
Hmm. But we both look great, though, huh?
Your father isn't gonna kill you,
don't be silly.
By the way, Alfred called me.
The album is a hit. A big hit!
And he wants me to tour in Puerto Rico
the rest of the year and all of next year.
What? Are you gonna go?
Yeah, and you're coming too.
We leave this week.
Are you crazy?
What? Your parents won't let you go?
You're married to me now.
Not this way, Luis. Not like this.
But why? Baby!
Hey, Marcela, my love.
What's the matter? What's wrong? Huh?
Do you want to marry just some... some guy
who just has your father's approval?
Just some average guy?
Because that's who you'll end up with.
Live an average life, with an average guy,
- or go with me to Puerto Rico?
- Hmm.
We can begin our lives in Puerto Rico,
then maybe go somewhere else.
Then maybe travel 24 times
around the planet!
Hm?
Wouldn't you prefer that
to a life that's boring?
A real life, with me?
- Huh?
- Promise me that we'll get married?
Make you Mrs. Luis Gallego Rey.
And that's when they went to Puerto Rico.
Hmm.
They must've been
so deeply in love by then.
Sure. Yeah.
They never got married, though, right?
Uh... what do you mean?
We're under the impression
the wedding never took place.
Well, I... I don't know.
I... would have to check, no?
I think
that's enough for now.
- I'm getting tired.
- Yes, sure.
- Yeah.
- Fine.
That was no meeting, Miguel.
It was an interrogation.
You knew they'd ask all that, right?
They want to know
about your childhood, yeah. Sure.
It would've been nice to know
before signing away the rights to my life.
I know this must be strange for you,
but we're talking about the whole story
- of your life.
- Exactly! It's my life!
Why the fuck is it so important
if they were married or not?
You're here for them, though.
They want to tell the whole story.
I don't know, come up with some kind
of nice anecdote they can relate to.
About your dad.
A nice anecdote about my old man?
There has to be one.
♪ Well, it's just another day ♪
- ♪ It's just another day ♪
- ♪ Yeah ♪
♪ It's just another day... ♪
David!
No, no, no, don't get up. All right...
Ben, could you get
one more for him, please?
Thank you very much.
Hm.
Thank you.
I want to release the album in a year.
In the meantime,
though, I have a suggestion.
Something to drum up the excitement.
To introduce you to the American public.
Okay?
I want you to record a duet
with the biggest
selling singer in the world.
Madonna?
Cold.
- Whitney Houston?
- Warmer.
- No.
- It's perfect!
The "it" couple recording together.
David, my career
and my personal life do not mix.
I've got the song. You've gotta listen it.
It's beautiful,
tailor-made for the two of you.
And Mariah, what... what does she think?
What does she think?
She came to me, it was her idea.
Really?
Huh. Interesting.
And, um...
What song do you have in mind?
It could be "impossible" to say.
♪ Gracias amor ♪
♪ Por guardarme en tus brazos ♪
♪ Gracias amor ♪
Her water broke.
Okay, yeah, I understand, I got it, yeah.
But can't she hold on a little longer?
You tried squeezing her legs together,
and that didn't do anything, huh?
That's not how childbirth works.
I'm all the way
on the other side of the island.
And just about
to give a concert any minute.
Let's go, Luis!
- Yeah.
- Are you saying a concert's more important
- than the birth of your child?
- Hold on, all right? I got it!
- I got it!
- Hang up. Let's go!
It's time, Luis. It's show time!
Come on, let's go!
Be right there!
AMERICA THEATER
Who's this?
- Is that mine?
- Yes.
Oh!
- Want me to hold him?
- Sure.
Okay...
Hey!
- Oh!
- Congratulations.
Thank you.
Okay!
Hey!
Hey, there.
Pleased to meet you.
Yeah.
- Excuse me, is Luis Rey's room this way?
- Antonio!
- Ah!
- Come on!
Luis! Sh. The baby!
- He came to take a picture for the paper.
- You didn't warn me.
- Just hurry up and get dressed.
- Marcela!
- Hello, Antonio, how are you?
- Congratulations!
I'm good, just fine.
- He's so precious! Did you name him?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, Luis Miguel.
- Ah!
- Yeah.
- That's so nice, after his father!
No, the matador, Dominguín.
- Figure it out, kid. Let's take the photo.
- Sure.
- Careful.
- Let's get a nice set.
- Okay.
- Hey!
- Take the baby.
- So precious.
- It's hot in here! He's heavy.
- Oh, he's beautiful.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you!
- Same thing? Good.
- Okay.
- Here we go.
- Come on.
- Lovely.
- Another one.
- One more?
- One more.
Let's do it. And...
- Beautiful.
- All right.
Lovely.
- That's it.
- Come outside.
- Congratulations, Marcela.
- Thank you!
- Be right back.
- See you!
Congratulations, Luis.
- Beautiful baby, huh?
- Precious.
- So precious.
- He's a blessing, such a blessing.
- How much do I owe you?
- Uh, a hundred.
You want me to pay that much, you bastard?
We agreed on it, man.
I'm gonna be a paparazzi... paparazzi.
- Paparazzi, man.
- Yeah.
- You motherfucker. Front page, okay?
- Front page.
- Better do it.
- Yeah. Sure.
- Cover shot.
- Okay.
Shit, Luis.
The cash wasn't
where you said to look for it.
Of course it is. It's right there,
in the bedroom, in the little case.
No, no, it wasn't there,
I swear on my life.
Then I must have been robbed.
- I've been robbed!
- What do you mean?
I mean robbed! I have to sneak out
- with my wife and baby.
- No money to pay the hospital?
My cash was all there, I said.
In the case near the bed.
Somebody must have ripped me off, I guess.
- I'll front it to you, don't worry.
- Thank you!
- I'll go pay it.
- Thank you so much!
- We'll figure it out on the tour.
- Try to find that son of a bitch.
So, I was born
in San Juan, Puerto Rico.
Not in Mexico, if you weren't aware.
We read that that was where you were born.
- Uh-huh.
- And we'd like to...
Hold on. It looks like your father
never paid his manager back.
He said Alfred owed him $5,000,
so it pretty much came out even.
Where did they get that?
Who have you been talking to?
We bought the rights weeks ago.
Have you read it?
So,
if you already know it all,
then why am I here?
- We want to hear your version.
- No, no, no.
There are many versions.
- But just one truth.
- Exactly.
That's why we're talking about it now,
we're a team here.
Well, what happened, then?
Did your dad ever pay Alfred back?
Thank you. Thank you, Spain.
Thanks, from my heart. Right here.
Hey, wait. Anita.
Is it true I only have
a five-minute interview?
Yes, darling, I know. I'm sorry.
But why is that, huh?
I sing my best numbers
and I only get five minutes?
You know how television is.
- There really isn't time.
- Precisely. I know television.
How about if we do this, please?
I'll talk about show business
in my answers,
and we can really spice things up.
- Hey, maybe talk about Perales.
- No.
Me and Perales, we went to this party.
- That Mexican, José José...
- Don't tell that story.
Some very juicy information.
I mean, that son of a bitch...
- Come on, you'll be happy.
- Luis!
Listen to me. Just do me this favor.
Come on, five minutes is no time at all.
Huh? Huh? Give me some more time. Please?
- Would you do this?
- All right.
15 minutes is the maximum I can do, okay?
I knew you could do it.
- Because I like you.
- I'll call you this week.
- Yeah?
- Okay!
- What happened?
- What happened?
- Oh!
- A 15-minute interview is all!
- 15 minutes?
- 15 big ones!
- But what will I say for 15 minutes?
- How do I know? Say anything.
Listen, just follow my lead.
Only idiots watch television.
- Don't worry.
- I guess so. How does this dress look?
- Oh!
- I made it today.
Oh!
- Yeah?
- Wow! Come on!
- Let's see. Turn around...
- Oh!
Mmm! You're beautiful!
Yes, yes, absolutely.
But touring can be very tiring,
traveling around the world,
even when we're playing
to packed stadiums, right, like in Mexico.
But, uh... you miss your home.
And I miss Spain.
Of course. And I understand that
you've been touring all of South America,
and that your shows have been...
very successful everywhere you went.
I even heard you did a show
at Carnegie Hall in New York,
is that right?
Uh, yes, yes, and for that,
I'm so grateful.
I'm grateful. I mean that.
Marcela, how about you?
Tell me, how do you keep
the family together?
I mean, since Luis
has gotten so famous now?
Uh...
Well...
Well, actually, we have been fortunate
in that we are both...
we're both artists at a pretty high level.
We give each other support, you know?
But together,
we're living a simple, fantastic life.
- I wasn't aware. Are you an actress?
- You didn't know that Marcela is a model?
- A model who's internationally known.
- Ah! No, no, no.
She was featured in Paris, Milan, Madrid...
- Ah.
- Go on, tell us.
Please, share it with our audience.
Who are your favorite, uh...
dressmakers and designers?
- Please, tell us.
- Come on, don't be shy, now.
Uh...
Also, she has difficulty sometimes with
her accent and pronunciation in Castilian.
- And she's nervous being on television.
- Yes.
She has trouble when she speaks Spanish
like a Castilian.
But the first time we went to Paris,
we went to the offices of Dior,
with your cousin.
You remember? With Rossana Podestà.
The actress?
- That's right.
- What a family of artists!
- It's incredible.
- It is.
- But let me just take a minute to mention...
- Okay.
...that I still have some concerts
that have not quite sold out.
Almost, but there are still a few tickets
available for purchase,
Come see the show,
and enjoy that part of my life.
The music and the passion.
I swear, he must have spent ten minutes
talking about how she was a model.
My mom didn't know what to say.
But, I mean, that's the way
our Pop was, right? Like that.
And that's what they want for the series.
Don't tell me you want everyone to know
all the stuff that Dad pulled.
I don't know, Micky.
Don't know. But listen.
If the series doesn't show him as he was,
aren't you doing just exactly the same
thing that Pop was doing in the interview?
I'm not saying I like it,
but I'd prefer a real, honest portrayal
over trying to make him
Father of the Year.
Then, Miguel asked me if I could...
could possibly recall
a nice anecdote about my father.
What am I gonna say?
There's nothing to recall.
- Wanna hear one thing I remember?
- Sure.
Our father didn't...
give a damn about anything...
except you.
Oh.
Because he lived off of me.
No.
That wasn't it.
He admired you, man.
♪ If I had you ♪
♪ Could I ever want for more? ♪
♪ It's just impossible ♪
♪ And tomorrow ♪
♪ Should you ask me for the world
Somehow I'd get it ♪
♪ I would sell my very soul
And not regret it ♪
♪ It's just impossible ♪
♪ Just impossible ♪
How did that sound, David?
Fantastic.
Really? It wasn't too loud?
Honey, with you, everything is loud.
- What about you, baby? All good?
- Yeah, it was... it was great.
Good job!
All right. Are you ready, Micky?
- Yes.
- Let's do it, man.
Let's do it.
- Let's go.
- I'm excited.
Mm-hm.
♪ It's impossible ♪
♪ Tell the sun to leave the sky ♪
♪ It's just impossible ♪
♪ Can I hold you ♪
♪ Closer to me ♪
♪ And not feel you going through me? ♪
♪ Can the ocean ♪
♪ Keep from rushing to the shore?
It's just... ♪
David?
One second.
Hey, baby, it's sounding great.
Yeah, we love it.
It's just that it sounded a little bit...
flat. I think.
Wh... wh...
What the fuck does that mean?
I just think both your styles
should match, you know?
Bring the intensity up a bit, that's it.
You know what?
Let's... let's do it again from the top.
Let's go again.
Come on.
Let's go, huh? We're gonna be late!
Come on! Come on, Micky!
- We're gonna be late again.
- Hurry up!
- Come on.
- Let's go.
- Watch out, watch out!
- Hurry up! Come on.
- I'm going!
- Come on!
- Come on!
- You know how your father likes sermons!
- My head is killing me from last night.
- I'm trying, Mama!
- Please, Luis, help me here.
- Let's go, Micky! Come on!
- Up the stairs!
- I'll get Álex.
- Yeah.
- Hurry up!
Come on, now. Come on.
...iglesia,
y conforme a la palabra,
- concédele la paz y la armonía...
- Go with your brother. Go.
Tú que vives y reinas,
por los siglos de los siglos.
Amen.
La paz del señor esté siempre
con todos vosotros.
I don't have any cash today.
But next time, okay?
Marcela, Luis.
It's so nice to see you here.
I'm happy that you brought the children.
- Yeah.
- Our pleasure.
What a sermon that was, father.
Made me think of many things,
important things.
I'm glad.
Please forgive this interruption,
but we have a problem with our choir.
We're missing a singer.
Maybe one of your sons could help us out?
Micky, go on.
Go with the father.
- But I don't want to.
- Listen, we're in the house of the Lord.
Here, you listen to the father
and to your own father. So, go on!
- Mama, I don't want to.
- Stop it, and go with father.
- Go.
- Go on, Micky!
All you need to do is listen,
and do what the other kids do.
- You already know the songs.
- Just five minutes.
- Then you'll be back with your family.
- Okay.
You're spoiling him. Shit!
Make some room
in the middle, please. That's good.
Wake me up when it's all over.
♪ Ave Maria ♪
♪ Gratia plena ♪
- ♪ Maria, gratia... ♪
- What the hell?
Luis!
♪ Plena ♪
♪ Maria, gratia plena ♪
♪ Ave ♪
♪ Ave, Dominus ♪
♪ Dominus tecum ♪
♪ Benedicta tu in mulieribus ♪
♪ Et benedictus ♪
♪ Et benedictus ♪
Hey, love. Let's go to sleep.
- Babe, just let me.
- You?
What? I don't know how to read a story?
Go. Do what you were doing.
Hey. Let's tuck you in.
Here. There you go.
Are you going to read Pinocchio?
No, later.
But first, I wanna talk
about something important.
Micky,
you've got talent.
You know what that means?
- That I can sing?
- That's right.
But you're a singer too.
Yeah, yeah. Yeah, yeah...
Yes, but no.
I can't do it the way you do.
And I could never sing like you do.
Anybody can just sing.
But when you do it,
that's somethin' else.
Micky, please listen to me.
Your dad talks a lot,
but I do know two things.
The first one is about how to get ahead
in a world that's mostly full of bastards.
And the second one...
is music.
One day...
the whole world will hear your voice.
That, I promise you.
But you're gonna have to listen to me.
Listen to your father.
Huh?
I love you.
I almost never saw him like that.
I can't believe that he heard me
singing in the church, right?
You know, I never knew that.
Mmm.
It's true, what's there in the book.
My parents never did have a wedding.
My father left the hospital unpaid,
as well.
And he told us that story with pride.
That, and...
a hundred more.
I can't tell you
that he was a good person.
Or even that he was a good husband.
Much less a good father.
But what I will say is...
he was the first person to believe in me.
So, then...
I'll tell you the truth, tell all of it.
All of his tricks, and his cheating.
But I wanna make one thing clear.
He gave me the one thing I have now.
He...
gave me the music.
It went well today.
Very well, I would say.
I should speak with Garduño
and with Warner, yeah?
About a new record,
and doing a few concerts...
- Yes.
- Do all of it now.
The music is...
it's all I have left.
No, Micky,
it's not all you have left.
And you know that.
♪ It's impossible ♪
♪ Tell the sun to leave the sky ♪
♪ It's just impossible ♪
♪ It's impossible ♪
♪ Ask a baby not to cry
It's just impossible ♪
♪ Can I hold you ♪
♪ Closer to me ♪
♪ And not feel you going through... ♪
You changed my voice.
- Just a little bit.
- No.
- You changed the way I sound.
- We're trying a new program.
It's called Auto-Tune.
Cher just used it.
Her song will be
the biggest single this year.
This doesn't sound like me,
David, and it's supposed to promote me.
Shit, I'm not releasing this!
- Let's focus on Songbook.
- Micky, we just finished recording.
- It's gonna be...
- I said no!
- What the fuck?
- She told you to do that to my voice?
- Do what?
- That shit you did.
Micky, come on, man!
Right.
That... that's what I thought.
- I think we're done for today.
- Sure.
You don't know who the fuck
you're fucking with.
Hey, baby.
- Hey, babe.
- Mm!
You okay?
So...
- Just listened to our song.
- Yeah?
I'm dying to hear your thoughts.
So, what did you think?
Honestly...
I loved it.
Yeah?
Yeah.
And you don't think they...
overdid the whole Auto-Tune thing?
Oh, no! No, no, no.
I think it's amazing.
Whose idea was that?
David? You?
Did you tell them
to use that thing on my voice?
And why would I do that?
'Cause you couldn't help it.
'Cause it had to be your song.
You're actually delusional.
You know what? I can't...
I... I can't be with someone I can't trust.
Oh! God!
Don't tell me this is about Eric again.
You think that by... by us doing this duet,
it's gonna magically disappear?
How many times do I have to tell you?
Nothing happened!
We had dinner!
I know something happened.
Excuse me for not being a saint.
Hey, next time I'm away,
why don't you just get me a chastity belt?
Maybe that'll keep you happy.
Yeah, this was a mistake.
Really?
Dating me, a mistake?
Just because you're you,
doesn't mean I gotta be happy.
Fine.
Then go and be with someone
whose lifelong dream
is to make you dinner,
drive a van,
and knit sweaters for your kids.
Marry someone like your mom.
Don't you fucking talk about my mom!
But it's the truth, though, right?
The truth?
How's this for truth?
I just fucking canceled the duet.
I'd rather keep my dignity intact
than spend one more second of my life
with you.
So, leave,
because I don't give a shit.
That duet was meant to help you.
I don't need this duet, I don't need you,
and I don't need your fucking help.
I told you he was difficult to work with.
You can say that again.
Don't beat yourself up.
It takes time to learn
how to handle Micky.
I don't know if I wanna learn.
What if he does this
when we're recording the Songbook?
Don't worry, I'll be in your corner
making sure he behaves.
Although...
This album is bigger than any artist. So...
Just in case we can't rely on Micky,
what are we gonna do?
I do know a young, talented Canadian kid.
Sounds great.
Don't forget I have a long list
of fantastic Latin American singers,
- if you want.
- I want to hear them.
That's why you're here.
So, does that mean
we're working together or what?
Could be.
Mm.
♪ Mi prisión ♪
♪ Mi libertad ♪
♪ Mi oscuridad y mi lucero ♪
♪ Mezcla de brisa y tempestad ♪
♪ Así te quiero ♪
♪ Mi pasión ♪
♪ Mi corazón ♪
♪ Lluvia de mayo, sol de invierno ♪
♪ Que me estás dando, qué tendrás ♪
♪ Tal vez encanto, veneno ♪
♪ Amante del amor ♪
♪ Quisiera ser la enredadera ♪
♪ Que sube por tu piel de seda ♪
♪ Beberme tu pasión ♪
- ♪ Amarte entera... ♪
- Everyone's here. Are you coming up?
- ♪ Amante del amor ♪
- Yeah.
Okay.
♪ Quisiera ser la enredadera ♪
♪ Que sube por tu piel de seda ♪
♪ Beberme tu pasión ♪
♪ Amarte entera ♪
♪ Amante del amor ♪
MEXICO CITY, 2000
Look,
I know it's hard for you to hear,
but Robles and his cousin
skimmed off money
so that they could pay
for publicity for the album.
That's stealing, Micky.
Any way you look at it.
Well, fuck that motherfucker!
I swear to God,
I'm gonna kill that asshole!
That's the last straw!
You're too trusting, Micky.
I gave him all the keys to my business,
to all the tours, everything!
It's done, Micky.
They took you for a ride.
Made sure you wouldn't find out.
I need your help now. Ambrosi, I... I...
Man, can you take care of the offices
while I look into this?
Sure. Yeah, I can do that.
Thanks, huh? For real, thanks.
Of course. That's why I'm here.
What's going on?
What's this?
Ah...
Just some yoga.
I learned it in India.
Oh, hi, Micky.
- How are you?
- What are you doing here?
Can I get you a little whiskey?
No whiskey? Okay.
- You want to sit down?
- I knew you were many things.
But a moron? Never.
- Pardon?
- Did you believe that you could really
just pull money from my account
without telling me?
Steal from my account?
I didn't steal anything of yours.
Aries took some money
for publicity on your record,
and Aries returned every cent...
I don't give a damn
if you returned the fucking money!
You stole from me,
and no one steals from me!
I'm sorry, but I was just doing my job,
exactly the way
that you asked me to do it.
You said you wanted the whole country
to know that Nada Es Igual was out.
You couldn't even do that right.
Robles, you're fired. Get out of here.
I'm sorry, Micky, but...
you don't have the power to fire me.
When you signed the master contract
for Songbook,
you put your name on a document
that signed over 80% of the company to me.
It was for your own good.
So that your tantrums
wouldn't bring all of us down.
You're not gonna be
screwing around with me
the same way you did
with your other managers.
You bastard.
This is exactly like McCluskey.
None of this exists without me.
You don't exist without me.
Well, without me, there's no Songbook.
What does that mean?
The project is owned by myself,
Aries, and David.
Don't you...
read before you sign something?
See? That's what I worry about.
That's how you ended up fighting
with one of the most important
producers in the world.
It's going to be so difficult
to market this internationally
after getting on the bad side
of someone like David Foster.
You saw what happened with the duet.
For your own good,
this better end up being one more lie.
Because if not,
well, then, you're fucked.