01x01 - The Tamer's Skin

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This story is inspired
by real events and characters

as told by some of the protagonists

and the media of the time.

There are also fictionalized facts
and characters for dramatic purposes.

MOSCOW
USSR, 1969

…the last candidate for world's best tamer
comes all the way from Spain.

Please welcome

Ángel Cristo!

A big round of applause

for the world's best tamer,

Ángel Cristo!

WINNER
"WORLD'S BEST TAMER AWARD" 1969

MADRID, SPAIN

RUSSIAN CIRCUS

What the hell?

-What are you doing?
-Taking the tigers.

-Put them back.
-The owner said--

I'm the owner!

Are you deaf or just plain stupid?

Let my tigers go.

f*ck me dead!

-Let my f*cking tigers go!
-But, son, calm down--

Not now!

I'll only say this once.

Either you let my tigers go,

or the next b*llet has your name on it.

-Do I need to repeat myself?
-Ángel!

Ángel!

Ángel! Ángel, have you lost your mind?

Come here.

Are you behind this?

Blasco, since when
do you make decisions for me?

Well, forgive me, okay?

But you've been getting up at 1:00 p.m.
And we've talked about the tigers.

We can't even afford to feed them.

Not a single gig for next season.
What the f*ck do we do?

Tomorrow you do the lion routine,
and that's it.

f*ck. The circus is
as good as dead, Ángel.

Tell me something I don't know.

We're drowning in debt. We have no money.

Can't pay the company,
our invoices, our suppliers, anything.

You think selling the tigers
doesn't bother me?

-They'll cut off the power.
-We'll draw it from the lampposts.

Come on, Ángel…

How much?

Eight million.

My tigers for eight million?

-Yes. What do you want?
-To whom?

Mancuso's circus.

-f*ck me dead, Blasco. To Mancuso?
-Yes.

What the f*ck are you all doing there?
Come on, everybody back to work.

-Listen…
-What?

And what about the tire?

He'll fix your f*cking tire.

UNTAMEABLE

RUSSIAN CIRCUS

Ángel.

CHAPTER 1
THE TAMER'S SKIN

It's just a patch. It gets us to tomorrow
to close the season.

If we don't patch up the other holes,
we're going under.

Do you hear me?

Partner, I… think it's time to sell.

-Ángel!
-What?

-Ángel, listen to me.
-What about the gala?

-Televisión Española's?
-Yes.

-Turns out the bosses aren't interested.
-Why not?

-Just aren't.
-And the cocoa thing?

-The sponsor?
-Yes.

I wish we had it, Ángel. sh*t.

No gala, no cocoa.
No cocoa, no sponsorship.

-And no sponsorship means curtains down.
-Leave it to me.

PRADO DEL REY STUDIOS
MADRID

We should've done this months ago,
not one day before closing.

I'll solve this in 24 hours.

We'll get the gala
and the cocoa people's dough.

-Okay?
-Yes. Damn, that's Missiego.

-Missiego who?
-The singer.

Let's see… This was for Caritas?

Well, yes, for UNICEF.

-That is, for children.
-Yes, for the children.

-Whatever's left goes to the children.
-What's left. Yes, Ángel, what's left.

We need a singer.

Well… Mari Trini.

-Isn't her voice a bit--
-Yes, as if she drank a lot. So what?

Mari Trini is a good option, right?
A good option.

José María!

Ángel!

-It's good to see you.
-Same here.

We watch your show every Sunday,
and we love it.

Thank you. We do what we can.

This way.

What do you think?

I'm not gonna lie to you, Ángel.

-It won't be easy.
-Who's the director?

-Arias-Salgado, same as last year.
-Ah, that Fernando guy.

We have the best.

Mayra Gómez Kemp,
José María Íñigo, of course,

and my partner here
has managed to get Mari Trini herself.

By the way, Fernando, I just saw her show
in Paris, and it's a great success.

And all of it directed
by the world's best tamer.

The world's best tamer
for the world's best show.

-It's the Americans saying it, not me.
-Right.

Fernando, I was very comfortable
at last year's gala,

and… I think it was well liked.

-I know. It was fantastic.
-Fantastic!

It was fantastic!

Ángel, I want you to know
that I appreciate you visiting us.

But… times are changing, and the circus--

What about the circus?

No, it's not the circus.

It's us.

We're rethinking our programming.

Rethinking your programming?

Well, the content, you know.

No, I don't.

All I know is I work my ba*ls off
in every show.

-I know that.
-Yes, Ángel, it's not you.

Times are changing,
and we want to offer something fresh.

"Something fresh"?

A new, more international approach…

In Italy and France they think otherwise.
We sell out every day.

With all due respect, Ángel,
I don't care what they do in Italy.

The problem is, here the circus is
associated with an old Spain.

This is a new Spain.

A new democracy
which needs a new television.

We want something fresh, Ángel.

Summarize it for me
because I'm not getting it, please.

There will be no gala this year.

Maybe next year.

I'm so sorry, Ángel.

-Now, if you'll excuse me.
-Sure…

Well, screw democracy,
openness, and his f*cking mother too.

And he called us old to our faces.

Is this guy a dumbass?

Hey, Ángel…

Fernando Arias-Salgado is the director,
a television industry leader.

And he's connected to the UCD.

Might be from the PSP, the AP, the PC…

José María, there aren't enough acronyms
for so many dumbasses.

Don't even mention those parties.

He's in favor of change
and wants something different.

What?

Oh! You mean he's modern.

One of these modern guys.

No wonder the f*cking country's sinking.
We should have sold. I told you so.

José María…

You know…

You know what he wants for signing off
on the f*cking gala. What is it?

So…

There's a girl…

-Ah, there's a girl.
-Yes, a…

A blonde who, right now,
is the symbol of freedom here.

She campaigned for the UCD.

She's a bombshell.
They're all crazy for her.

And she has… good backers

and influence here in television.

Maybe with her…

And who is she?

Thank you, Bárbara.

-Splendid, as usual.
-Was I, Luis?

We'll wrap up tomorrow. See you then.

Okay. See you tomorrow.

Chelo, how was it? Good?

María, you were great.

-Coming?
-Yes. I'll be right there.

Hortensia!

-You were great, María.
-Help me out of this…

-Honey.
-Yes?

-I'm leaving.
-Okay. See you at home.

Romero!

-See you next time.
-Bye, Chelo.

-I shot some great photos, María.
-Did you?

-Yes. You're gonna love them.
-Good.

That way we'll have more options
for more things.

-I'm exhausted.
-I'll remove your makeup.

Here. Thanks.

For Miss Bárbara Rey.

Thank you.

Let's see.

How beautiful. Put them in water.

They don't send us these, huh, Chelo?

Josemi wouldn't even send me
a bouquet of artichokes.

María, please. You're not dressed yet?

They expect us in 20 minutes.

-Paco…
-What?

She just got off the stage.
Let her catch her breath.

Hurry up.

-Hurry up, please.
-I'll hurry up.

She's very tired. Poor thing.
Go take a walk. Bye.

Well, well, there's more, María.

What's that?

It was hidden in the bouquet.

Chelo…

What?

Help me put it on.

Jesus!

Let's see.

But…

Tell us who this admirer is.

He's got some crush, huh?

Well, come on.

Let's see…

Does she know it's Ángel Cristo's circus?

As if it were Christ resurrected's circus.
She's not interested, I've tried.

f*ck me dead.

Ángel, I…

I've been thinking about it.

We should gather the company
and tell them this is the last show.

-No. Last show, my ba*ls.
-Think about it.

If we sell now, we can pay their salaries.

And pay off some of our debt.

Blasco, Ángel Cristo's circus
is not closing.

We don't need any gala,

cocoa sponsors,
or the queen of the nudie flicks.

Bring me the blackboard.
You and I can solve this.

What was the name
of the mayor of Seville? Luis…

-A f*cking socialist.
-I know.

Now with democracy,
I don't know who's what.

Uruñuela, damn it. Luis Uruñuela…

Isn't it a bit late to call?

Blasco, trust me. Write it down.

Luisito, how are you?
It's Ángel, Ángel Cristo.

SEVILLE

Oh, I woke you up?

You and your girls. I'm sorry.

I wanted to confirm
La Maestranza with you.

Aha.

Good night.

We can cross out Seville. Onwards.

Let's see…

Paco! Paco, how are you? How's it going?

It won't be possible.
How come it won't be possible?

-Who the hell was in Zaragoza?
-As long as it's not Communists, I'm fine.

Ramón, how are you? It's Ángel Cristo.
Sorry for calling this late.

I wanted to know
if I can count on you for next year.

Let's see… I'll be damned, yes.

Hey, the circus,
next year, how do we do it?

Okay, it won't be possible.
Blasco, it won't be possible.

We aren't doing it?
Let me know in a couple of years.

No other dates either?

No.

How's your wife?

Okay, thank you. Bye.

No other dates either?

Come on, Ferreiro, don't f*ck with me.

I'm begging you.
Please, you can't do this to me.

They don't even want us
in Medina del Campo.

Ángel, the time has come to sell.

Hello?

I'm so sorry, Miss Bárbara Rey
isn't available right now.

Her lover has given her
a gorgeous necklace,

and she's fainted.

Of course I'm wearing it.

I love it.

Well, I'd rather
you had brought it to me in person,

but… I understand you're very busy.

Have I told you
I'm not wearing anything else?

No. Not even that.

But, Juan!

No!

I haven't the faintest idea
how you do that.

Well, I…

RUSSIAN CIRCUS

Back.

Little one.

Come here.

I miss her a lot, Elsa.

Do you like it, Elsa? Yeah.

It's cool, huh?

SIX YEARS EARLIER

Very good, my little one.

Renata!

Renata.

Good morning.

Good morning.

BERLIN CIRCUS

We are looking Cristóforo.

That's my father.

We are the new trapeze artists.
The Tanton sisters.

-That's Irene, and I'm--
-Renata.

Your fame precedes you.

I am Ángel Cristo.

Remembering old times?

When we were young.

Renata, right?

Yes…

-Elsa, damn it!
-Hey, hey, hey!

It's Little Clown!

Come here.

How are things in Motril? Your cousin?

I left him there.

In a nursing home.

I sorted out the house for him,
the paperwork, but… total drama.

But he's the only family I ever had.

And here? How were these two months?

f*cking dire, Little Clown.

We have no gala,
no sponsor, no f*cking nothing.

Blasco says we should sell,
but I guess you knew that.

Thank goodness I have people around me
who tell me things.

Ángel, all I know

is that everybody knows
the circus is going downhill.

The problem is nobody dares to tell you.

Hey!

Good evening, Blasquito.

You're hard to find, you b*stard.

You owe me a lot of money, Blasco.

Got you the tigers, didn't I?

And at a good price.
They're worth twice that.

You thought you'd pay me that way?

I gave you more time
to get your boss to sell the circus to me.

And I have no money and no circus.

Lascia estare. Easy.

Trust me, okay?

It's just a matter of time
until Ángel sells.

Do you think I'm going to trust
a guy full of vices comme te?

Look, Blasco, I'll make it easy for you.

I want this circus.

If you get Ángel to sell it to me,

we'll forget your little debt.

Capisce? Hm?

How much do you owe me?

Four million.

For now,
but interest will accrue every week.

That's not what we agreed on…

And stop gambling.

And that stuff you put up your nose…

It will be the death of you, Blasco.

-Mancuso… Hey! Stop.
-Shh.

Please.

One week, Blasquito.

I'm going to do as Blasco says.

I'm going to sell,

and to hell with it.

I'll tell the company tomorrow.

How long do you have?

-What do you mean "how long"?
-To tell them.

I told you, Little Clown. Tomorrow.

Then you have a day.

You have 24 hours ahead of you.

The Ángel from seven months ago…

Would have had 22 too many.

Get up! We're not on vacation yet!

-f*ck, what do you want?
-Get dressed. We're going.

-Where?
-To see Bárbara Rey.

-Little Clown, ready?
-Now?

-Yes. Blasco, please, hurry up.
-Coming!

-What the hell happened to you?
-Nothing. Personal stuff.

Didn't you get it?
Bárbara isn't interested.

-We'll see. What stuff?
-A woman I met. She had a husband.

-We don't even know where she is.
-Yes, we do. I have contacts.

What? Have you talked to her?

-That guy was mean…
-Yes. Caught me off guard, okay?

-So, we go and show up just like that?
-Have a better idea?

-I don't know. We could try anything else.
-Who the f*ck was it?

-Who was who?
-The guy who cut your ear.

Who else? Her husband.
It's the only solution left to us.

So, she was married.

Yes, she was married, Little Clown.

She didn't seem to be, but she was.
Stop asking questions already.

This happens when you sleep with women.

-Sometimes things get complicated.
-Andrea, the tips. I'm watching you.

Little Clown, you're no help at all.

-Blasco, get dressed, please!
-I'm on it, dammit.

Don't push. I'm working.

We're working. Ángel.

Are you here to see Rocío? Bárbara?

Are you friends with either of them?
How's the circus doing?

Ángel, are you friends
with either of them?

-What a weird building.
-Shh!

-Damn, they're naked.
-Holy sh*t, they're both butt naked.

And cut!

Guys, you could have turned a heater on
at least. We're freezing.

Marieta, María, gorgeous as ever.

You're all set.

Great. Thank you.

Is this an "S" film?

"S" for how stunning they look.

Excuse me, you can't be here.

Yes, excuse us.
We've come to talk to Bárbara Rey.

-Do you have an appointment?
-Ángel Cristo doesn't make appointments.

Oh, the one from the circus.

-If you'll follow me.
-Yes.

-Thank you. Quickly. Quick.
-Yes.

-Were you comfortable?
-Of course, honey. It's easier with you.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

-No, you.
-No.

Imagine my mother when I told her
I'd be working with a big Spanish star.

A big Spanish star.
Look at me, showing my boobs all day long.

Come on.

Ángel Cristo. Pleased to meet you.

Paco Ostos. How can I help you?

Paco, yesterday you told my friend Blasco
Bárbara wasn't interested in the gala.

What gala?

Guillermo Blasco. Nice to meet you.

I talked to someone from your office,
not you.

-I can't recall the name.
-Sure…

But we'd still love to talk to her.

Right… Uh…

Well, first of all, I want you to know
we admire you tremendously.

The thing is,
Bárbara has a packed schedule.

If you'd tell me what it's all about…

I'd love to explain it to her myself.
It would only take five minutes.

That won't be possible, Ángel. I'm sorry.

I know Bárbara is a star,
that she's in her prime right now.

But, not to brag,
I've been in the ring for ten years,

and I think I deserve those five minutes.

Don't you?

-Fine. Have a cup of coffee.
-Thank you.

Just five minutes.

Five minutes, just five. Little Clown.

VIP tickets, as a thank-you.

-That isn't necessary.
-Of course it is.

-Well, okay, then. Thank you.
-Thank you.

Uh…

Try the profiteroles. They're delicious.

Little Clown! You love those.

-María.
-Yes.

Let's see. Uh…

-Ángel Cristo, the tamer, is here.
-Oh.

He's out there, waiting.
He wants to see you.

-Now?
-Yes. I'm sorry.

Hey, it's for you.

Take a message, Chelo, please.

I think you should take it.

It's Him.

Paco…

-Let's leave her alone for a minute.
-Yes.

-Fine.
-Come. Thank you.

You're totally crazy, aren't you?

I can't right now.

No, I can't. I've just finished work.

Yes, I miss you too, but I can't.

Seems like you think everything's so easy.

I can't, really. Don't insist.

I'm telling you I can't…

What do you mean "here"?

Well, well.

But…

Completely crazy.

Yeah, sure, of course, about me.

Haven't you seen
this place is teeming with paparazzi?

I'm coming down.

Yes, I'm coming.

-Chelo.
-Talk to me.

-Of course.
-I have to go.

-No. No, María.
-Yes.

-María, they're waiting for you.
-I know, Paco.

I'm truly very sorry, but I have to go.

Make up an excuse, whatever, please.

Please, don't.
Just five minutes. Give him five minutes.

-Paco, she has to go.
-Paco, I really have to go.

-The profiteroles are good.
-You'll get sick.

f*ck the profiteroles.

-Got any smokes?
-No.

Hey, isn't that Bárbara?

-No, how can it be Bárbara?
-Yeah, it is her.

-It can't be.
-Which way did she leave?

-Where's she going?
-The f*ck I know!

She's leaving with that guy!

-Call her!
-How could I call her from here?

-Bárbara!
-Are you a f*cking dumbass?

Well, you'll have to forgive me,

but I made you wait for nothing because
Bárbara can't see you today. I'm sorry.

-A lot of work?
-Yes, a lot.

-Did she just go to work with that guy?
-Which guy?

Do you think I'm a dumbass, Paco?

I just saw her
get on a motorbike with a guy.

Fine, yes.

Yes, I'm sorry. She had to leave.

"She had to leave."

No sh*t.

This isn't okay.
In life, one has to keep one's word.

-Who does she think she is?
-Stop being annoying.

This is Paco Ostos's doing.
The guy's a jerk.

I could tell by looking him in the eyes.

But are you sure
you had talked to Paco Ostos?

Why the question, Little Clown?

It seemed to me that it was
the first time he heard about the gala.

It seemed to you.

-To me.
-You're right. I didn't talk to him.

Do you know who I talked to?
Ther. Do you know her?

-Who's Ther?
-Your f*cking mother, Little Clown.

f*ck…

What do you think, Ángel?

How much money do we owe?

I don't remember right now.

You do know. Don't f*ck with me. How much?

Thirty million.

sh*t.

Gather the company before the show.

It's amazing to be the f*cking master.

It makes you feel great.

Like you can do anything.

You do what you love most in the world.

You get everything you want,
the woman you love.

And you think
because you can tame four beasts,

you can tame destiny.

Until one day you realize
you were just lucky.

Lucky with the wonderful people
who came into your life.

MEDICAL REPORT

And you realize
that destiny cannot be tamed.

And that you're not
the master of anything.

Because you were too late
to save what you loved the most.

You all know a few months ago
I lost the love of my life.

Well, it happened again today.

I'm losing you too.

It's probably on me.

I may not have known
how to take care of this place,

where I grew up, where… we grew up.

Under this tent,

I ran, I played, I cut my teeth.

I learned to live.

Under this tent I was a son.

I also wanted to be a father,
but it couldn't be.

Because I've been late for everything.

Because I've been such an idiot,
I neglected what I loved the most.

Father, Mother…

I'm so sorry.

I wish you didn't have to see this.

Today will be our last show.

And I'm sure

you will give it your best,
as you always have,

to make it the best of all shows.

Because this circus deserves it.

Because you deserve it.

And because Renata,

wherever she is, deserves it too.

I love you very much.

Attention.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Boys and girls.

The moment you've all been waiting for
is finally here.

The Russian Circus is proud to bring you

the greatest show you've ever seen.

And of course,

the greatest tamer in the world.

I give you

the great

Ángel Cristo!

ENTRANCE

Blasco!

-Blasco!
-What?

What is it?

-I'll see to them. You get Ángel.
-Yes.

What a pleasant surprise!

Bárbara Rey.

-Delighted.
-Good evening.

I wanted to come and apologize
in person for standing you up today.

I had to leave in a hurry.

No, goodness, don't worry.

And if it brought you to our circus,

it was all for the best.

Come with me, please.

You'll see. You're going to love it.

Well, this is what you'll typically find
after a show. And what a show!

-Come in.
-Thank you.

-Please, sit. Make yourselves comfortable.
-No.

We'll leave right away.

It'll only be a minute.

He usually takes a quick shower
after the show.

It's a shame you didn't arrive
a little earlier.

I shouldn't be the one to say so,
but Ángel was magnificent today.

Well…

Sorry.

So sorry.

It's very disrespectful
to stand people up, isn't it?

Ángel Cristo.

-Ángel, Bárbara, nice to meet you.
-You haven't offered them drinks?

How ill-mannered of us.

-You're right.
-Go.

-I'll do it.
-Bring something.

I was telling them Televisión Española
is very interested in our gala.

Very much so.

Yes.

And you thought she might want to host it.

Yes, that's what I had thought.

It's for charity.
I don't know if I mentioned it.

And what's left over goes to the children.

Right.

-Not for me, thanks.
-I'll have some.

I'll have some too.

Clearly with you, we'd score big.

Bárbara! Because you're a star.

Ángel admires your work very much.
You're the first person he thought of.

I also admire your work very much, Ángel.

I noticed this morning.

When you left without a word, I thought,

"This woman really admires our work."

Bárbara, why don't we go?

I would have liked
to attend your last show,

but I couldn't make it.

-I have a show in the afternoons and--
-Oh, a show in the afternoons.

That's all that matters
to TV people, "the show."

It's not enough to put your head
inside a lion's mouth, they…

Well, they need another kind of show.

Mind you,

she's an actress.

One question.

Have you made any movies
where you didn't show your boobs?

Well… now I do think we should go.

Miss Bárbara, please--

Your show must be fabulous.

Congratulations.

Damn it, Ángel…

-Are you alright?
-Yes.

What did I tell you, huh?
We shouldn't have come.

Miss Bárbara, please, don't go.

It was an unfortunate remark,
but we can fix this.

They're waiting for us, but thank you.

My friend has no excuse,
but he lost his wife seven months ago,

and… he can't seem
to get back on his feet.

I didn't know that.

I'm sorry.
And I'm very sorry about all this.

So?

It doesn't seem like anything
will be possible with that man.

Thank you.

Have they left?

Did you see what long legs that woman had?

A drink?

You could have said no.

Do you know what you've done?

You just blew the only chance
to save a lot of people's jobs.

-Give me that bottle.
-No.

-Give me that bottle.
-No.

Give me that f*cking bottle!

Let go of me.

What's going on here?
Let's all calm down a bit.

Drain the whole bottle
if you feel like it.

You were right.

You are a dumbass.

Leave me alone, Blasco.

LANDELINO LAVILLA RESPONDS
VOTE UCD

VOTE PCE
SO THAT NOTHING STOPS

-Good night.
-Good night.

Bárbara.

I didn't know where to wait for you
and thought you might exit this way.

What are you doing here?

I've come to see you.

Now you've seen me, buddy.

I hope you liked the… What…

What did you call it?
This "other kind of show."

-You were wonderful.
-I know.

I've come to apologize.

-Apologize to me?
-Yes.

Why?

For being awful when I went to your house
in person to apologize to you?

No need.

It wasn't a good day.

No, it wasn't at all.

How about we forget it?

Great idea, because I had
already completely forgotten you.

Bárbara!

Sorry.

What do you want?

I would love

for you to meet the real Ángel Cristo,
and not the monster from last night.

Ángel, I'm Bárbara Rey. Nice to meet you.

We've met, you're forgiven,
and now, if there's nothing else…

There's one more thing.

There's one more thing.

If it upset me so much
that you didn't make it to my show,

it's because I wanted
to show you something.

How well you tame lions, tigers?

The most important thing in my life.

The circus.

It might be within your power to save it.

-Why would I care about your circus?
-The circus isn't just me.

It's over 100 families.

What do you want?

For you to come with me.

-You want me to come with you now?
-To the circus.

-To the circus.
-Yes.

-To the circus this late?
-It's the best time to visit a circus.

Me? Go to a circus now?
Sorry, I don't know you at all…

I just want to show you something.

-Come on. Please.
-Please?

Seems like you're coming with me.

Seems like it to me as well,
though I don't know why. Good evening.

Good evening.

ENTRANCE

-Thank you.
-This way.

What a troublemaker you are.

Yes.

RUSSIAN CIRCUS

Come in.

-It's very dark. I'm going to trip.
-Don't worry. It's all clear.

-May I take your coat?
-Of course.

-Thanks.
-And your purse. I won't steal it.

Thank you.

Wait for me right here.

Ángel?

Ready?

No.

I don't think I'm ready either.

This is Francis…

Come.

And this is Su.

Hi.

She's…

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

Take the stick.

Now you raise the stick

and very firmly say, "Up!"

Thank you for such a special night.

Thank you for coming.

Take Miss Bárbara
wherever she wants to go.

Home.

Home.

So… can I count on you for the gala?

Well, I haven't said that.

Will you at least think about it?

I will.

Thank you.

That's my dumbass.

-Good night, Miss Bárbara.
-Good night. Thanks.

Good evening.

Good evening,

Your Majesty.

How many times have I told you
not to call me that?

JUAN CARLOS I
KING OF SPAIN

Bárbara, I've been trying
to reach you for two days.

-There she is.
-Will you look at her!

f*ck me dead!

What are you doing here?

My marriage is a disaster. You know that.

I'm with somebody, honey.

Do you know what day it is today?

Twenty-seven million!

We've been offered jobs.

Mancuso.

Happy birthday!

Thank you.

My problem is that your ship is sinking.

I'm a free woman,

and I'd never let any man tame me.

Bárbara?

I thought I would say yes,

but if this goes on,

boy, I might have to say no to you.

He didn't even
remember my birthday, Chelo.

He only wants you for one thing.

I miss you so much.

What I feel for you,
that is not a lie, María.

They don't love me, Chelo. They don't.

It's a matter of respect,
Little Clown, and nobody disrespects me.

Olé!

If you want to f*ck me,
there's no need for any gifts.

If you don't want to end the season
sh1tting the teeth you swallowed, get out.

This circus will only close when I'm dead.