Vote for Juan (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Episode #1.6 - full transcript

You... you...

You?

You.

VOTE FOR JUAN

Not only Galicia, the whole
of the North. As for Burgos,

the Burgos matter is serious.

Have you seen the
Burgos backers?

- Something isn't quite right here.
- Don't dwell on it, Carmen.

- We beat Recalde.
- The question is why.

Everyone, please.

We must be careful,



we haven't won yet.

Look at me, as if
nothing had happened...

Come on, back to work.

They're only backers, come on!

Come on!

Has anything odd or
striking happened in Burgos?

Has anything happened in Burgos?

Yes.

Who's from Burgos?

- From Burgos?
- Think.

I don't know.

Café Quijano?

- They're from León.
- Greta y los Garbo?

- El Cid.
- No.



- No, El Cid is from Burgos.
- That's not the one I'm talking about.

What Macarena means is that
Recalde is from Burgos.

Recalde, Juan.

No, Greta y los Garbo
are from Valladolid.

So, you're telling me we've
beat Recalde on his home ground?

- Correct.
- Well, say that.

You must speak to Mónica to
thank her for her support.

What?

Mónica Guzmán, the party
delegate in Castilla y León.

- Mónica... who?
- Her husband is called Rafael.

Two daughters. From the
Petones family, Simoneta...

What?

Mónica!

Juan Carrasco.

How's Rafa? How are the girls?

- It's a bit odd what went on in Badajoz.
- Really?

In Badajoz?

- What happened with the Serrano ham...
- When?

Did you get to speak
with the party members?

- I don't know.
- You slept over because...

- you knew someone, right?
- I had no idea.

What party members?

I knew nothing.

Did anyone say anything to you?

No, no one has said
anything to me.

No, no, thank you...

A big kiss, and a kiss
to all the Petones.

You know how dear the
Petones are to me.

I don't... I don't know...

I'm not sure how to say this
because I'm not quite sure

what it means.

What's happened?

Mónica

told me that they voted for us

because they were
told to from above.

From above?

Above... above.

The president

asked them to vote for me.

What will happen with Recalde?

Do you know what the main difference
is between Recalde and me?

You.

I've an interview lined up for
tomorrow with "Hoy por hoy".

Why don't we take the
opportunity to aim a bit higher?

- Higher than Pepa Bueno?
- I don't know.

- "El Hormiguero", "Juan y Medio..."
- I don't wish to be a spoilsport,

but I think we should wait until
the deadline for candidatures.

The deadline is the day after tomorrow,
who will get backers in two days?

I'm just saying we should wait.

- Take no notice.
- Carmen, that's enough.

I'm sick of going places
having to lie low.

It's time for people
to see the real me.

Right,

- what day is it tomorrow?
- The 22nd.

- Impossible.
- Today is the 21st.

I mean, the Pepa Bueno
thing is impossible.

I've got a commitment
in Logroño tomorrow.

What commitment?

A dinner reunion for
former college students.

- You said you weren't going.
- They insisted,

so I said I'd go.

I need you to come with
me to organise my agenda,

in case an event or
something crops up.

Accompany you to
the college dinner?

Or I could go with
you, Minister.

I'd get to see La Rioja.
It's a pending matter.

You can see your parents.

My parents live in Benalmádena.

Well, I don't know...

You can re-connect
a bit with things.

Just when I'd managed to forget.

Juan, you can't go to Logroño and tell
everyone the president is counting on you.

- What do you take me for?
- No one can say a word.

You hear that?

Nor let it slip.

We can't let it slip, can we?

So then, what do you think?

- Elegant.
- Great.

I hope they haven't found out
about an important matter yet.

My mates, I mean.
No one knows yet.

And I can't tell anyone either.

Elegant, elegant? Or
kind of Romania elegant?

Elegant.

Don't look at me like that,

Simona, I can't tell you.

What?

I'll tell you, but
don't tell anyone, okay?

No, I won't tell you. I
promised, I can't tell anyone.

But...

You can imagine what it's about.

Right! That!

No one, right?

If you tell anyone, say
you heard it elsewhere.

Right?

Pascual, when's the last
time we washed the car?

This week.

When we get to Logroño
we'll wash it again.

We'll stop to put the flags on.

- What flags?
- Pascual, flags.

- On the bonnet, one on each side. Flags.
- We haven't got any.

I've never had any.

Kings use them, don't they?

Just put them on when
you get to Logroño.

They won't know in Logroño,
they've never seen a king, I guess.

We'll pop into the
government delegate offices

and get four: two for the
front and two for the back.

We can put the siren on too.

Right! Fine.

It was a joke, Minister.

- Let's go.
- Are you in a hurry?

No, why?

- Are you meeting Martín?
- I haven't spoken to him in months.

Are you going to ring him?

I don't know. No.

- Aren't you meeting Noelia today?
- No.

Why?

Well, you see each
other a lot lately...

Yeah.

- You're close friends, I guess?
- Yes.

What do you do when you go out?

Things.

Right.

- But what things?
- Things, Mum, things.

We said no.

- You said that.
- Never mind, I said it.

You don't care what I say.

I've something
important to tell you.

We said a couple of months,
you can't turn up like this.

I've got something to tell you.

Okay? Besides...

I can't tell you.

Can you trust me?

That question replies
for itself, Juan.

Is that a yes or a no?

Where are you going
to sleep, Juan?

Paula, please, where am I
going to sleep? With you!

- You're not sleeping with me, Juan.
- Am I sleeping on the sofa bed?

I don't know, you'll
have to find a hotel.

No way, I can't sleep
on the sofa bed,

not with what I
have to tell you.

- Come here!
- Juan.

I need the loo.

- Now?
- Yes.

When I get back, please,

- you'll have gone.
- Must you go to the toilet now?

But...

Fancy coming to a gathering
they're organising in my honour?

Sure.

Do I put on a Rumanian
accent or one from Logroño?

We talked this over
and I said I was sorry.

You didn't. You said it
wasn't a good time to talk.

Look, Eva. As you grow
up, you'll realise that...

you have to do things you
don't really want to do.

Perhaps you should sleep
on the sofa bed then.

- Minister.
- Thank you, Pascual.

Face the wall, please.

- What are you doing?
- Face the wall.

Okay, everyone, yes...

Excuse the show, it's a
question of government security.

To prevent any attacks. They
think you're going to kill me.

How are you doing?
It's a pain...

Macarena!

Macarena, my press officer.
Come here, I'll introduce you.

- Here she is.
- Nice to meet you.

My buddies from Logroño.

If you want to take a photo
for Facebook, or whatever,

speak with her
first. Sorry, guys.

Juan, is this necessary?

It's the protocol, you
know. To prevent attacks.

- Everything okay, Pascual?
- I have to look inside

to see if there are any microphones,
signal jammers, those kinds of things.

These guys are my friends, okay?

- What attack will occur here?
- That's what I tell them,

the only danger here is
that Rioja wine is cheaper.

Come on, I'll pay for the first
round with the reserved funds.

Come on! How are you, mate?

No, honestly, believe me.

Don't be led by the typical image
people have of a top minister:

the director's box,

life pension, it isn't all that.

The official car
you saw earlier...

You have to give up a lot too.

Like what?

Well, right now, off the top
of my head, I'm not sure.

When will you be in the Moncloa?

You said that, not me.

What?

Don't draw it out of me, please.

This reunion isn't about politics
or me, it's about us, right?

- Sure.
- Well,

this might be your lucky night.

- Who is it?

All that fuss you kicked up

and you're telling me
you don't remember her.

Arantza?

Besides, I think she
just got divorced.

You'll get me in
trouble, you bastards.

I'm still married.

When I want some fun in Madrid,
I have a whole list waiting.

Hi, Martín, it's me.

We'd arranged to meet and
talk, and I'm in Logroño.

I don't know if you're with
someone, but if you fancy a drink...

Hey, Martín. I'm in Logroño.

Can't we meet or something,
dammit? For old times' sake...

Any plans for later?

No.

Do you fancy going for a drink?

I just told you. No.

I don't know, someone told
me, my mum or someone,

that things were going well.

I'm glad.

Still in the toilet business?

Not quite.

No. I sold a patent in Japan,

for some toilets.

An invention that separates
the urine from the faeces.

- By hand?
- No, not by hand.

A special toilet.

It's called U. D. T.

A double toilet, let's say.

One part goes one way...

And the other, the other way.

Minister! What are you up to?

- You're great! This guy is great!
- Get away with you.

Bugger off.

- In Sweden...
- Yes.

They're introducing it.

I want to have some
serious talk with you.

I can't tell you about it now,

but I'll need a lot
of people like you.

What for?

No, I can't tell
you now, because...

But I'll be in touch.

- Okay?
- Minister, you're fantastic!

- Yeah, right.
- You're fantastic, man!

Arantza?

Juan.

- How are you?
- Hi.

Hi!

- It's been so long!
- Well...

- How are you? What are you up to?
- I'm fine, fine, I'm...

Fine. Well, I'm not sure.

I'm a mother.

And I have a clothes shop.

Me too.

I mean, I'm a father.
But no clothes shop.

So, what else?

Do you have a partner or...?

I want to apologise.

Offer my apologies or whatever.

On my behalf, at least.

- There's no need.
- There is a need, of course there is.

I need to,

because I know this lot won't.

Right!

It doesn't matter.

For so many years, Juan.
How many years? Please.

- You got a drink? Would you like...?
- We treated you bad, Juan.

Years have gone by and
I haven't forgotten.

- They treated you bad.
- Yeah.

But we never said a word either.

And that is bad too.

Yeah, but that's...
that's kids' stuff.

We all knew.

Even the teacher agreed for you
to leave school ten minutes early

so you'd have time to get home
without this lot hitting you.

You know what? You know,

I've forgotten all that.

- Completely.
- I haven't.

I remember every
time I see you on TV.

I remember everything.

I remember the letters too.

Right...

I couldn't reply to
those letters, Juan.

- Well, letters or whatever.
- They weren't letters.

- Notes or whatever.
- Yeah.

How could I reply?

It was impossible.

So, what else?

- Have you got a partner or...?
- Forgive me.

Sorry, Juan, perhaps you didn't want to
talk about this and I kept on and on.

I'm sorry, really. I'm
so sorry, forgive me.

No, it's just...

In the European Parliament,

something in Brussels.

Or send him back to Logroño.

He's in Logroño now.

Something.

You've always said
he was useless.

He won't be the first
good-for-nothing with a seat.

You're still that way?

I want to stay.

What about Javier?

Does this involve him?

I don't want to seem
evil-minded, Luis,

but it's my only
way of understanding

not knowing what
will become of me,

that you put off telling me that
the president is going to stand

or I happen to find out that you've
asked people to vote for Juan.

What else could I do?

Let the president come
up against Recalde?

What does this smell of?

It's awful, it's gone sour.

Since when have you
felt sorry for Juan?

Juan isn't on his own.

He's got people backing him,

he has a team.

No, please. Don't call that
a team. Or people either.

Thinking so hard about wearing out
Recalde and I'm the one you've worn out.

Don't talk nonsense,
for God's sake.

I'm going back to Lugo.

As City Councillor for Sport?

Environment.

You're smart.

That's why you're
not going to do it.

I'll tell Macarena
the whole story.

Juan is a corpse.

Remaining loyal to a
corpse... I don't get it.

Suit yourself.

See you on Thursday?

You'll have to come to Lugo.

- Next month it'll be a year.
- I'm sorry.

No, it was the best thing.

We didn't even live
together towards the end.

I went to live with
my mum and he...

I'm not sure where
Patricio stayed.

Me too. We haven't signed
any papers yet but...

Don't tell anyone, but
we're getting divorced.

How are you taking it?

Well, fine.

How did you know they were mine?

- The letters?
- Yes.

They were anonymous.

How could this lot
write letters like that?

Sure. Did you like them?

I don't know, but this lot
couldn't write them for sure.

Imagine you'd replied
to one of them?

- I couldn't, Juan.
- Yes, but...

Can you imagine it?

No, I can't imagine it.

- This music is crap.
- I know, it's awful.

It's crap music.

And I'm sleeping at my mum's.

Hold on, hold on.

- They can see us!
- Exactly.

I'll be right back, wait.

Juan?

Juan, it's 2 a.m.

What?

A hotel?

Weren't you going to
sleep on the sofa bed?

Do whatever you want, but don't
say you're doing it for me.

Juan, are you all right?

No, not at all, you
sound really happy.

Is something wrong?

You're laughing, Juan.

Juan?

I've spoken to Carmen.

- Must we talk now?
- Yes.

It wasn't a question.

It's a way of saying we needn't.

Yes, we must talk now.

- Well, we can't just now.
- The president is going to stand.

He isn't. Of course he isn't.

He's been told from above.

From above? What do you mean?

From above... above.

Well, I'm telling you he isn't.

We've been used, Juan.

To wear down Recalde.

Take my advice.

Not tonight. Listen to me.

It's a lie, Macarena.

Perhaps you misunderstood,

you may have understood
something different, that's all.

Tell me you understood
something different.

It's all over, Juan.

No! Tell me

you understood
something different.

I may have misunderstood.

Good, that's the way. Have
you got a chewing gum?

Arantza!

- Where were you?
- Looking for you.

- You okay?
- Yes, yes.

- You sure?
- Yes.

Yes, yes.

What's wrong? What's up?

Is something wrong?

Wait, wait. Wait a minute.

Hold on.

I don't know, I'm under...

a lot of stress, you know?

I can't tell anyone this,

but I'll be the next
president of Spain.

- What are you doing in Logroño?
- I've got all the support,

a marketing and finance
team. I'm going...

full blast.

I've got business trips,

meetings,

strategies... I'm exhausted.
It's quite normal, you know?

It's the least that
could happen. I feel...

- I feel sick.
- What's wrong?

Here.

What...? Juan, please.

Tinned peaches when
you're feeling sick?

My daughter loves them.

Do you want one?

Look, Juan.

- I think we'd better forget it.
- No, please, no.

No, no, no.

No, hey... No.

Did I tell you the
president is...

asking for my vote?

- No.
- Yes, well...

He's giving me full support.

Well, or not, these
things are a bit...

You're in the shit sometimes,
Arantza, in the shit...

In deep shit, you know?

- Help me out a bit.
- No.

- Use your hand.
- No.

- Yes, come on.
- No.

No, no!

- No, Juan, get off!
- Hug me.

Juan, listen, love.

- I'm leaving.
- I don't know what to do, Arantza.

I don't know what to do.

Look...

Weren't you going
to be president?

- Well?
- Yes.

Exactly, yes.
You know what...?

It's just that...

I don't know how to do
anything else, I've been...

Fucking hell, 25 years
doing the same thing.

I don't know how to
do anything else.

You know?

- Right.
- Wait, wait.

Please, don't go.

They'll think there's been no...

Listen...

You did me no wrong
at school, you know?

But...

you didn't help me
either, Arantza,

you didn't help me. If you
stay a while, I'll forgive you.

I'll forgive you a little bit.

- Hug me, please.
- No.

- Please.
- Juan.

- A little bit.
- No.

- Please.
- No.

Get off.

Got somewhere to sleep?

I don't know, I'm
meeting Martín.

- Right.
- He called me.

Someone told him I was here.

Logroño isn't all that bad.

No.

At least life here
is more peaceful.

Yes, and the air. The air...

It's much better here than...

Will you go back to teaching?

Yes, I'm on leave of
absence. Teaching isn't bad.

Breathe in.

It's true, the air

- is different.
- Different quality of life.

- That jar?
- What?

- The jar of peaches.
- I think my daughter likes them.

Juan, I would've stood
by you till the end

so as not to come
back to Logroño.

We're like the shadow of reality

We're like our dogs' eyes

Electricity still surprises us

We can't tell
between good and bad

We're like the river,
apparently calm

But the current gently

Flows