01x05 - Los chicos no lloran

[bunniefuu]

The foremen at my father's farm

told me, when I was a child,
a brave bull is born to fight.

And if it doesn't fight,

something like nostalgia
takes it over.

The bull then provokes
the younger males into a fight

and lets them gore it to death.

Good evening, everybody.

In the last month,
serious rumors have broken out

about Miguel Bose's health.

It has been said that he was
dying of A*DS in a hospital.

Other outlets have
declared him dead.

Queen!

They say she's a queen.

Sevillians have no sense.

This one won't make it
to Christmas in Buckingham.

Hey, Manolito, I heard that...

Have you abandoned fashion
forever or what?

It's fashion
that's abandoned me.

I don't have investors.

I don't look like
a respectable designer.

What does a respectable designer
look like?

In fashion, you can...

You must be g*y.

But to find investors,
you have to be a dandy,

like Montesinos.

A very manly man,
like Manuel Piña.

And I am
an unclassifiable artist.

An intrepid dragonfly.

I'll give you "Bambu."

I'd like that.

Hey, by the way,
how's Piña doing?

Bad.

He's ruined just as the disease
begins to take its toll.

This damn disease...

Nano, do you mind
if I sit here with you?

I like to eat in the sun.

Nano and I are
very good friends, right?

I saw when you were born
at a party like this

a couple years ago.

You didn't attend that one,
did you?

No. I had two pending subjects,
two summers ago.

What do you study?

Right now,
chemistry at the university.

Two summers ago,
I was in an orientation course.

And you? What were you doing
two years ago?

Well, I released an album
that didn't do badly at all.

So you're a musician.

You bought it.

-Not really.
-Yes, you did.

-Of course not.
-Yeah.

You thought
I didn't know who you were.

And how about you?

Are you studying chemistry
to be a teacher?

No.

I want to travel.

I want to live.

The normal stuff.

No, not the normal stuff.
Who wants a normal life?

I had fallen in love with a man
almost 20 years younger than me.

Bets worth winning always
require risking everything.

The character's
a French painter, Gericault,

and he's dying.

I brought a makeup artist
who's really great.

Juliette, say hello to Tata.

Hi. Nice to meet you.

If you saw
how she's making me look,

you'd die of fright.

And you say
you're playing a French painter.

But it's not one
of those friends of Mr. Pablo's.

Gericault died at the beginning
of the 19th century.

Pablo Picasso wasn't even
born yet.

Of course. But I thought
you were doing a Western again.

Since you said
you had to ride horses a lot.

Gericault loved riding horses.

In the scene
we're sh**ting today,

they tie me up with a harness

and then hang me
with a rope above my horse.

Please take care of yourself.

How do they get these ideas

of doing
those dirty tricks to you?

Don't worry, Tata.

I'm in good hands. Hey.

-What are you cooking?
-Lentils.

How delicious, my goodness!

And chorizo and sausage
from the village?

Of course.

Rosi went to Saelices
for the slaughter

and brought all kinds of things.

Even from here, they smell good.

Are they feeding you well
over there?

In France, you always eat well,
Tata, even while filming.

Although there's nothing
like your stews.

Tata, I have to go.

Yes, yes, yes.

Take care of yourself, son.
Take care of yourself.

I love you. I love you
and I miss you very much.

-A little kiss.
-Me too. Hey.

-A little kiss.
-A huge kiss.

Kisses.

It'll taste better, son.

Start writing.

We don't have any confirmation.
It's just a photo.

What more confirmation
do you want? Start writing.

Oh, and tell him to send it
in good quality

as soon as possible.

Ladies and gentlemen,
with great sadness,

we have to inform you that
the singer and actor Miguel Bose

has died in a Madrid hospital
of A*DS.

Did you hear?

Miguel Bose died of A*DS.

Poor young boy.

SINGER AND ACTOR MIGUEL BOSE,
TERMINAL PHASE OF A*DS

But why doesn't he appear on TV
for everyone to see?

He's working in France.

You can't stop filming
just like that.

Better not say anything
to distract him even more.

We have to do something, madame.

Madame, photographers continue
to arrive at the entrance gate.

-Scavengers.
-I'll take care of them.

These days,
many are justifying themselves.

They say that keeping silent
about news,

such as the illness
of a famous actor,

is denying the public
the right to information.

That is not the right
to information, it is a lie.

It's not journalism,
it's emotional terrorism

and in very bad taste.

Anyone could have called
and double-checked, as we did.

Why do you think they didn't?

That would ruin their business.

What do you think?

It was all a lie,
what they said about Miguel.

Six years ago,
a similar rumor arose

and brought two well-known
journalists to court.

The photo they say was taken
by a nurse,

he was wearing a costume!

Not only then.

There's been an effort
to k*ll me off

of A*DS for a long time.

Every once in a while,
this comes out.

If the journalists want to do
their jobs, they can call me.

I am here. I am alive.
I'm not going anywhere.

Miss, please.

Could I sit further back?

Thanks.

Hello. Good evening, everybody.

We're introducing a new TV show

that has no other intention
but to fulfill its title:

We want to know.

In the last month,
serious rumors have broken out

about Miguel Bose's health.

It has been said that he was
dying of A*DS in a hospital.

Other outlets have
declared him dead.

Good evening, Miguel.

I don't know if I should say
good evening or what.

-What should I do?
-You could stop scaring me.

Right. How have you been
with all of this?

Well, I'm undoubtedly livid,
Mercedes.

Because while this news
was unfolding,

the people close to me tried...

I love the way he talks.

...to hide
that information from me,

so it wouldn't distract me
from a job that I was doing.

And in the end,
they finally called and said:

"No, I think
something has to be done."

And then it was
an enormous fury.

And, on the other hand,

a great feeling of impotence.

I'm embarrassed to ask you this.

It makes me anxious. It seems
like I'm invading your privacy.

No, go ahead, ask.

They can't dig any deeper
into my privacy.

My question is,
have you taken the test?

Which, by the way,
we all should.

Of course. Look, it's simple.

As a Spanish actor,
when you sh**t outside,

the production company--

Aren't we going
to keep watching?

What for? To see Miguel suffer.

You have a lot to iron.

I have to start
the washing machine.

Can I leave it on
in the background?

You should have the radio on.

They won't insure you

without taking
a complete medical exam,

and they automatically test you.

For HIV, the A*DS test,
and it came out negative.

You have paid a high price

for something
you have done in your life,

which is to play with ambiguity,
which is something valid.

Do you wish
to say something about it?

No, there's an obsession

with calling me
a drug addict and g*y.

These people have run out
of ways to say:

"g*y addict, we've got you."

You know? And what
if I were a drug addict?

So what? Who cares?
What if I were g*y?

So what? Who cares?

Gentlemen, let everyone have
the right to say

what they want and identify
themselves as they want.

This is 1992. Enough already.
Enough of this nonsense.

Poor thing,
he can't take it anymore.

He'll start crying.

Give me your hand.

Let's take a break, okay?

Marketing. Marketing, since...

We're going to take a break.

Let's take several breaks
in this show.

The first one arrives right now.

In the water, the mind opens up

and ideas flow.

In the water.

Do you compose in the bathtub?

I'm writing some amazing songs,
you know?

Oh, wow, how modest.

I feel inspired.
There must be a reason.

The credit is mine.

I'm your muse. How exciting.

You know, when you write a song,

it's better than anything else.

-It's like if I were flying.
-I've never flown.

What are you saying?

No, really.
I have never been on a plane.

Pablete!

Wait, Mom!

Hey, I have to hang up.

Hey.

Let's fly together.

I was willing to live this love

but not to expose
my private life.

Hiding, over time,
had its consequences.

I've never liked
people talking about me.

Hey, good job chopping wood,
Pablo.

What did
that poor thing do to you?

In the end, one does harm
and another bears the blame.

I don't like
the way things look.

What did you say, Jose?

The weather, it's gonna change.

One expression works
for everything, right?

"Hacha."

Not so strong, Pablo. Look.

It's like the air is pushed out.

-"Hacha."
-"Hacha."

-"Higo."
-"Higo."

-"Higuera."
-"Higuera."

You're doing it. You are.

"Hacha", "higo"...

How's everything, Jose?

Well, we're here,
aren't we, Miguel?

-As long as we are...
-Very well.

Hey, Rio! What's up? Come here.

I've been calling you.
You disconnected your phone.

That was the idea, right?
To disconnect.

From me too?

Especially from you, Miguel.

Rio, let's go.

It smells good.

It will taste better.

That's what Tata always said.

How long do you plan to stay?

I have to go back right away.

Fine. When is "right away"?

Tomorrow.

It's already more

than what we've seen each other
in a row this past year.

We're finishing the album,

and it's been challenging
to organize

the December charity concert
in Barcelona.

Now it seems like
no one has time for anything.

A*DS seems to matter less now.

Well, people have their lives.

Not those who die.

I thought things were better.

And suddenly you go
and disappear without a warning.

You are better, Miguel.

The new album got you excited.

Which is normal.

New songs, finally.
And traveling the world again.

And me, following you again.
That's my life.

You used to really like touring.

I've grown, Miguel.

Everything's changed.

Too many things have happened.

So about that message...

Were you serious?
Do you want to break up?

Yes, for a while.

I don't know. I don't know.
We can't continue like this.

I can't.

I have nothing of my own,
nothing that's only mine.

I've spent
my life following you.

But what do you want?
Tell me what you want.

Do you want to get married?
Well, let's do it. Come on!

The last thing I need is
to become Bose's husband.

You're not the only one
who values privacy.

Zerolo's team
can do it discreetly.

Nobody has to know.

I don't want to sign
a piece paper as a quick fix.

What I want is to know
where I stand here.

I'm tired, Miguel.

This is fine with me,

working with my hands,
building a house.

You wanted an exciting life.

That's what you told me
the day I met you.

At the disco?

I don't remember the disco.

We didn't meet
at Francis's party.

But it was that summer.

Miguel!

Hey, Miguel, this is Pablo.

Three shots!

Hey, come on!

And three more!

Miguel, don't look
at me like that.

We can't have sex.
We're going to break up.

I like happy endings.

You took a bath?

In the water,
the mind opens up, ideas flow.

You told me that once,
shortly after we met.

What a fool I was.

You? You were charming.

I was dazzled by you.

By your life.

By everything.

Well, you made a place
for yourself very soon.

You earned my mother's trust.

Which isn't easy.

I didn't have a choice.
I was alone all day.

Although Pablo thought
he understood my life,

he always felt
that he came second.

Very good. Here is the basil.

Is Miguel coming for lunch?

I don't think so.

The premiere in Merida is
on Friday. They're extra busy.

I haven't seen him in two days.

If it's not a play, it's a tour,

and then it will be
another album.

It will always be like that.

And you must be thankful

that the fiercest animal
he faces is the public.

I'm going to see him
this afternoon.

I've been asked to help out
with the Nyx Woods scenery.

You'll go
to the premiere, right?

Yes, of course.
I always support him.

And to the g*y pride
demonstration too?

Is Miguel going?

It's the 25th anniversary
of Stonewall.

That's going to be historic.

And I plan to go
with some friends too.

I don't think
Miguel will go with you.

Put a lot of basil in it.

Big hands, strong fingers,

that's what we need
for these hard fabrics.

Welcome to the Nyx Woods.

Come on, we're not there yet!

Not that. Lift it. Lift it.

And Miguel?

Miguel. Miguel left a while ago.

But he told me
he was going to be here.

Yes, but production takes us

down the street
of bitterness, darling.

-What can I do?
-Do you see this fabric?

Well, it's very hard.
It stretches.

-Are you okay?
-Damn, this is a disaster.

Wait.

Come on, let me see.

-No, it's okay.
-Come here.

No. Don't touch me.

Well, now you know it too.

I asked Miguel
to not say anything.

I'm sorry.

No, can't you see? This is
exactly what I don't want.

This play has to be a party
for everyone, okay?

All the drama
must be left there,

on the stage.

Would it be too macabre
if I put a frame on this?

Since I've screwed up
the fabric.

ROMAN THEATER MERIDA

And, also, to our dear director.

Oh, no, to you, Manolito,
and to the whole team.

-Tata, come and toast with us.
-Come on.

Come. Here.

Well, just a sip.
I don't like bubbles.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Miguel,
I already told you in Merida,

I really liked the show,
very much.

-Thanks, Mom.
-Lucia, have you been in a play?

Oh, no. I'm a movie actress.

Miguel, next time you have
to give your mother a role.

No.

A Mediterranean mom,
vengeful and stunning.

You see? The bubbles went
down the wrong pipe. Here.

Thank you, Tata.

Manolito is right.

Lucia on-stage must be
something to watch.

Directing is difficult already,

so I don't want to imagine
what it must be like

to direct Lucia Bose.

No one complained.

How committed!

Hey, and speaking of actresses,

what about how wasted
our Queen Micenas was.

Oh, yes.

Drugs, Lucia. Drugs.

I'll be right back.

Poor Manolito.

Did you see
the stain on his hands?

He's worse every day.

We have to learn from him
and enjoy life.

You're right.

That's why you and me are
going on a trip tomorrow.

-Oh, really?
-Yes.

Where to?

Where no one can find us.

We were happy together,

but over the years,

that harmony was increasingly
difficult to maintain.

A couple is always
walking a tightrope

and the balance is very fragile.

You caught a cold.

Aren't you tired of hiding?

What? What do you mean?

Wouldn't it be nice
if we could go anywhere,

the two of us together,
without worries?

Of course, I'd like that.

If only the press respected
my privacy.

Forget about the press, Miguel.

Those days are over.

There's a mobile
on every corner.

Sooner or later,
an audio clip, a photo,

a comment will come out.

And it will come out
in the worst way.

Why not do it on your terms?

I thought
you didn't want public exposure.

This is not about me.

You are the icon.

Do you know what it would mean
if you said it now?

Without jokes, or games,
or double meanings.

Speaking clearly, Miguel.

No one is interested
in my private life.

Of course, they're interested.

That ambiguity game
that you play isn't working.

It never has.

You keep thinking of this

as if you had to defend yourself
against an accusation.

Don't you understand?

It's a declaration
of principles.

I don't want
to be anyone's role model.

No, of course,
you prefer to be a myth.

What I don't want
to be is a martyr!

That was an old lecture.

But I have never wanted

to turn my private life
into a spectacle for anyone.

Are you going out today?

Yes, I'm going
to the opening of a nightclub.

He's going
with his girlfriend, Rebeca.

My friend.

She's not listed
as my girlfriend anywhere.

No, of course not.

That's why you always
appear together in magazines,

holding her hand,
grabbing her waist,

bringing yourself closer
to her neck to talk to her.

The perfect alibi.

Bye.

I don't feel like going at all.

It hasn't even been a month yet.
Is it so bad that I miss him?

I need to cheer myself up.

Miguel, he was my friend too,

but that doesn't matter to you.

Let's go to Rocamador
tomorrow afternoon.

They organized
a birthday party for me.

-Everybody will be there--
-I'm not going.

Miguel, I want to be
with you alone tomorrow,

just the two of us.

Not with your friends
with whom I have to pretend

to be something I'm not.

And if you go, I won't be here
when you come back.

We'll talk tomorrow. I'm late.

Rebeca was just a good friend,
that's all.

If the press made up stories,
it wasn't my fault.

I didn't think
I had to explain myself.

Miguel!

Listen. It's me.

The media had placed me on
the verge of death many times.

This time, the news was true.

Like when you were a child, huh?

You rarely fed us back then.

Tata always did it.

Hey, don't take it out
on me, huh?

It's not my fault.

This food tastes awful.

Oh, wonderful. A replacement.

I'm going to the cafeteria.

"Miguel Bose
and his girlfriend save

their lives in a car accident."

You see?

Your girlfriend.

In the end, it was worth
the beating you got.

You already have
an official girlfriend.

We can relax now.

Yes, yes, we can talk about that
in Madrid, okay?

Perfect. Very well. Okay. Bye.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Mr. Miguel,
we're going to the village.

Do you want something?

Well, Pablo woke up
a little weak this morning.

He's staying in bed.

-He's caught a cold.
-Oh, my goodness.

Here we go from hot to cold
all at once.

Could you buy paracetamol
at the pharmacy?

There isn't any in the medicine
cabinet. I'll get some money.

Don't worry, Mr. Miguel.
We live here, don't we?

It doesn't taste good,

but a garlic infusion is
the hand of a saint for colds.

It tastes better
with lemon and honey.

Let's see what the patient says.

May he recover
as soon as possible.

-We'll bring you the medicine.
-Okay. Thank you.

Rosa, I already told
your people.

I'll disconnect myself.
I'll turn off my mobile.

Did the paparazzi leave already?

What are you doing here?
Go back to bed.

Antonia and Jose went
to the pharmacy

to buy paracetamol.

Unless you prefer
what Antonia said,

a garlic infusion.

No, of course not.
I don't want garlic.

What do you prefer?
Broth or pasta?

No, you said
you were going to Madrid, right?

I thought you weren't going
to stay for lunch.

I've called to say I'm going
to stay a couple days more.

They'll figure it out.

This is the first time...

you've canceled
something work-related for me.

The first time
in all these years.

I also called Los Angeles.

I want to try
the insemination again.

If you want to.

Of course I want to.