01x06 - Let's Go

[bunniefuu]

I'm going to k*ll your brother.

He had no right to say anything in public.

We should have told him, Lucía.

Let's go.

Cristina, let's go.

I'm talking to you! Let's go!

Jorge...

- Jorge, please.
- Please, what?

You really don't understand, right?

I don't want to be here.

They're your family. Talk to them.

I don't care what they have to say.

I'm not going to be in a place
where I've been lied to all my life.

What?

What's going on?

I knew too.

Jorge.

- Where are you going?
- None of your business!

- Listen to what he has to say, please.
- Get out of my way!

Don't say things that you might regret.

- What's wrong with you?
- Hey, calm down.

No one knew how to tell you.

Did you know it?

Did you know it too?

So I'm the only idiot
who didn't know anything.

- Go to hell!
- Calm down.

I'm not going to calm down!

He has big lungs. He has Cueva's blood.

Jorge.

Are you OK?

You leave because
I want you to leave...

They're your bags.

I can stop you...

What do you mean?

I told you not to get involved.

I know that my love...

Is he my son?

Will be missed...

Jorge, you're hurting me.

Because either you liked or not

You belong with me...

I want you to go
Around the world

I want you to meet
Many people

I want other lips
To kiss you

For you to compare me
Today as always...

You don't have to say anything.

I have nowhere to stay.

Come in.

Oh, that's good.

Thank you very much.

In case anything happens, call me.

Jorge is at Xoch's house.

Did she call you?

No. Xoch's mom did.

Well, we know where he is now.

Aren't we going for him?

He's going to sleep there.

I think that...

I'm going upstairs.

Cristina,

I just wanted to tell you that...

that you can count on me.

Everyone knew, except me.

It's like everyone laughs at a joke
you don't get.

The joke is you.

I mean, my...

my life is a bad joke.

No.

You just had a way of conceiving your life
and now you have to mourn

until you assimilate...

My uncle is my dad and my dad is my uncle,
damn it. This is...

That doesn't matter.
Rosendo was there all the time.

It reminds me of a case I had
of a little chick that grew up

with a family of ducks.

So when the ducklings were old enough
to learn to swim, they'd wade

into the pond.

The chick would follow them.

They had to get it out
so it wouldn't drown.

What happened then?

How did they do so that
the chick didn't drown?

- It drowned.
- Oh, no.

Mom!

It ended up accidentally drowning.

I'm the chick that's going to drown.

No. You know how to swim.

Hey,

did they tell you
why they hid this from you?

They didn't.

I left...

I didn't want to see them.

Well then...
you don't know the truth.

And as long as you don't know...

yes, you're the chick that can drown.

Stop.

What?

Let's drown ourselves in alcohol.

That's it. Cheers.

expl*sive statements
by Gavilán yesterday.

All the media are talking about what
happened the last few days about...

The real father is El Gavilán.

Did Pedro know about his brother?

And just as you stayed, we...

He didn't say anything
even though I'm his best friend.

Jorge Cuevas is El Gavilán's son.

This is the news that is going viral...

Since the news came out,

people offer anything
to hire Las Águilas Doradas.

Well, people are not going to see them,

because neither Rosendo,
nor Pedro, nor Jorge want to go.

Pedro needs you more than ever right now.

Pedro and I are taking a time, a space.

- Hello.
- Well done, Gavilán.

Good job.

Your family is in all TV programs.

It's a trend in all the social networks.

We have a dinner with the work team
to celebrate all the success we have had.

Everything sounds wonderful,
but what about profits?

They're coming soon.

The only disadvantage is that people
might believe that El Gavilán is a jerk

for saying it on TV,
without his family knowing about it.

Don't worry about it.

We'll solve it easily.

The reporters need
to see you with your family.

They'll think you're still a family.

You're cynical and brazen.

Maybe it wasn't the best way to do it.

Maybe? Come on.

You knew exactly what you were doing.

The important thing is
that my brother already forgave me.

Rosendo has Alzheimer's.

His forgiveness means nothing.

Brother, it's your wife.
Do you want to talk to her?

- Where are you?
- In your house. I came to talk.

Could you tell us anything? Please.

Why did you hide the truth?

How do you feel about
cheating on your family?

Do you realize what you've done?

I'm sorry.

I didn't expect that reaction from Jorge.

You're trash, but you're not stupid.

You did it on purpose.

You really did it on purpose.

Lucía, how can you believe that about me?

Are you for real?

Look, if I had wanted to make a scandal,

I'd just do it with Jorge
in front of the cameras.

Well, the thing is that...

when I saw Jorge,

when I thought of you,

I felt an emptiness here.

It was very deep.

Rosendo.

Jorge had to know the truth.

And we, for so many years,
never had the courage to tell him.

Rosendo.

What's done is done.

What are we fighting for?

Jorge doesn't talk to us because of him.

Don't worry, brother.

Everything's going to be fine.

I hear the noise in my head

I'm out of control...

Where's Pedro?

He couldn't come.

He's having a hard time with his father.

I understand Pedro's concern,
but he can't do this.

I mean, the concerts are very soon.

Well, try understand...

Hello. It's too dark in here.

How are you? Ready to celebrate?

After what's going on with your family,

do you want to celebrate? Celebrate what?

I understand that my brother and Lucía
must have a difficult time with this.

But I got my son back.

Look, put yourself in my shoes.

You lose your son, you get him back.

Would you celebrate it or not?

Well...

Yes, I would celebrate.

Well, thank you for the invite.

Perhaps you're right, though.

What?

Maybe my sister-in-law won't like this.

So...

I need your discretion.

I'm totally discreet.

I'm half discretion and half mystery.

So how are they going?

The line of life.

- This one, the love one...
- Well,

I want to toast

for El Gavilán's rebirth. That's right.

- Thank you. And I toast to the team.
- Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

That's a chicken.

Good evening.

I'm sorry for the delay.

But looking like this takes time.

And lots of pillows.

A chair, please.

How colorful.

It's just that "A women wearing yellow,
trusts her beauty."

Thank you.

I want a little of that.

Cheers for your successes.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Do you know this song?

The roadside hawk
Took my girlfriend

The chick I love the most...

No, I don't know it.

"The Roadside Hawk Took My Girlfriend"?

Are those shrimps?

Now tell me, sweetheart

Take advantage now
That I have no choice

I'll make you a new world

bI'll bring the sky down for you

I'm not a saint

That's very true

But I love you so much...

- Bravo!
- Bravo!

Bravo!

- What do you think about it?
- Awesome.

Are you going to sing another one?

No, I'd rather have a drink.

Excuse me.

Guys, play...

Thank you. Cheers.

"Kiss me, Little Brunette" in E,

and in you.

I hope this tone is not
a bit high for you.

Maybe you can't reach it.

I don't need a microphone, sweetheart.

Look at me, look at me
Love me, love me

Kiss me, little brunette

I'm dying for your mouth

It's so juicy and fresh

It's so red

I think someone's going to replace you.

No.

That is telling me not to bite too hard

Kiss and lick because it's tasty

And hug your little brunette

She asks me to kiss her

One bite is tasteless for her

That is what my little brunette says

Look at me, love me

Kiss me, little brunette

Look at me, love me

Kiss me, little brunette...

Here I come.

Let's see...

Where's the microphone?

I don't need it.

That's it!

Look at me, look at me
Love me, love me

Kiss me, little brunette

I'm dying for your mouth

It's so juicy and fresh

It's so red

Like an apple sweet and ripe

That is telling me
Not to bite too hard...

We should sign with her.

We'll sign the bill and leave.

They can't stop drinking.

She asks me to kiss her

One bite is tasteless for her

That is what my little brunette says

Look at me, love me

Kiss me, little brunette

Look at me, love me

Kiss me, little brunette

Kiss me, little brunette

Kiss me, little brunette...

That's right!

I have found love

It walked by my side

I didn't know it

It enlightened me

I have found love

With a caress

It led me

To you...

I'm sorry. I'm drowning in many things.

In many things, except in the band.

The truth is that...

after the concert,

I don't know if I can continue with Reta.

- What?
- Really?

Are you just being dramatic
so we're nice to you?

For missing all rehearsals.

Are you serious?

We are. You can't do this
after the effort and the time

we've put into this project.

I know. But try to understand.

It's not about that.

It's not fair that you get rid of us
every time you run into any problem.

Thank you for what you did for us.

- Thank you very much, Elena.
- No problem.

Hello, son.

I just want to know what you have to say.

Well...

we love you with all our hearts.

Forgive us for not telling you.

For lying to me.

We wanted to tell you
when you were a kid, but...

- You're cowards.
- Jorge, please.

We'll have to tell Jorge the truth.

I don't want him to suffer.

Well, I'm his dad.

We were wrong.

What are you doing here?

I've lost the only thing
that matters in my life, family.

How dare you talk about family
when you sold your own son?

My brother's also suffering
and that is making him change.

I don't think he will change.

We did it for love,

to take care of you, to protect you.

Lucía! Lucía!

Lucía!

My children are the most important.

El Gavilán will be out of our lives.

My brother hadn't changed.

People don't change.

He was only interested in money.

If all this is true,
why are you giving him a second chance?

Because I want to be well
with my family, Jorge.

With my past,

with you, with everything.

Why did you tell Pedro?

- No.
- No, we didn't tell him.

He heard us.

You asked him not to tell me anything.

- Yes.
- I see now why you treat me differently.

No, that's not true.

Really? How much do you care about me?

- Very much. Yes.
- You can't imagine.

What do I do for work?

- How is that relevant?
- What's my job?

Something about construction?

Yes, construction. Obviously.
But what position do I have?

Which is my favorite color?

Jorge, I don't remember many things.

Do you know the name
of one of my high school friends?

Do you know what I really want to do?

What am I passionate about?

What do I like?

Jorge, I...

- I...
- I know you have Alzheimer's.

What about you? What's your excuse?

What do you have?

You have Pedro,

- who is the only one you care about.
- No, that's unfair.

It's unfair to live without understanding

why there was so much difference
between me and my brother.

That's not true.

Trying to always be happy and funny.

At least to make you smile.

I realize that you don't even like me.

And I understand. It makes sense.

I'm the living memory of the as*h*le
that hurt you so much.

Jorge,

- I know we made a mistake.
- No.

It wasn't just one mistake.

It wasn't just one mistake.

Every day that you lied
to me was a mistake.

Don't say that you did it for love.

Because that doesn't solve anything.

I can't do this anymore.

Hello. Are you ready, guys?

Little brother, congratulations.

Hey,

how do you feel about
returning to the stage?

- Fine.
- Hey,

What about your son?

We should sing a song together.

Sure.

Really?

The boys are doing a great job.

Thanks.

It's good to see things are working out.

No.

It's good that the label is treating us
like stars, right?

Faster, faster.

They're becoming very arrogant.

I want to see them in a couple of years.
Nobody will remember them.

Fame really goes to their head.
But they end up falling to the ground.

The difficult thing is
not to achieve fame, but to keep it.

Seriously, congratulations, nephew.

Is that why you followed me?

Listen, I actually came

to propose that we sing together,
my brother, your band, and me.

We don't know how many chances
we have before my brother gets worse.

I don't give a damn for you.

Wait.

Look, what I really care about

is being fine
with my brother and my son.

And I don't care what you think.

Good luck.

Next time you touch me,

remember all the things
you've been told I've done.

You can't beat me easily.

OK, guys. I just managed to get this.

Grab one, dip it,
don't get dirty,

and pass it to your partner, OK?

I'm sorry. They are like little children.

I didn't bring their bibs.

Can you look them after for a while?
I have to give an interview.

Please.

It's just for some minutes.
They behave well.

I taught them to sing.

They put on makeup just like me.

And they call me "Huevo mom."

It sounds weird, doesn't it?

- Mom Georgina.
- Yes, it sounds weird.

Sorry to interrupt, Mrs. Geo.

I just want to say something.

I'm Teo, manager of the mariachi band.

The interview is for the manager of Reta.

- Thanks, Teo.
- It's important to talk about

about the fusion of mariachi and... rock.

They will ask you about it when pigs fly.

- Fine.
- OK?

Thanks, Teo.

- Excuse me.
- Thanks.

As I was saying, I think Reta...

Guys, do you know when pigs fly,

- by any chance?
- No.

The Piggy, the pig, the pork,
anything like that?

Have you seen it? The madam
wanted me to check on the piggy.

Well, just let me know, OK?

Hello.

We are Reta.

We composed...

We composed this song with my father.

So he's going upstairs to sing it with us.

That's it, Reta!

Please.

Let's give a round of applause
for Rosendo,

"El Gallo" Cuevas.

I hope you like the song we wrote.

I want to dedicate it to my son, Jorge.

In the corner of my memories

I forgot hope and time

I paused and I never looked back

On the road of this adventure

I stopped doubting

There's no doubt now

That I want to start on

And here I go

Tracing my destiny

Reinventing myself

Having a dream like the first time

And here I go

Leaving my confusion in the distance

Music helps Rosendo a lot. It's a miracle.

I agree. It happens to me too.

It's like the music gets into me

and takes possession of my body,

and I want my hips to move

from side to side.

And here I go

Tracing my destiny

Reinventing myself

Having a dream like the first time

And here I go

Leaving my confusion in the distance

Leaving my heart

In each mark

Once more without following what I feel

Thinking about being
What everyone wants to see

And at nothing they do
It seem meaningless

But now I'm awake

And here I go

Tracing my destiny

Reinventing myself

Having a dream like the first time

And here I go

Leaving my confusion in the distance

Leaving my heart

In each mark

In the corner of my memories

Of my memories

Of my memories...

Rosendo "El Gallo" Cuevas.

This one is called "I don't want to."

Reta delighted their fans
in a fully packed concert.

The fans enjoyed an amazing evening

with the fusion of rock and mariachi.

El Gallo, Rosendo Cuevas,

dedicated the song to his son Jorge.

I want to dedicate it to my son, Jorge.

I can turn it off.

Despite Cuevas statements...

I have to go.

Do you want me to come with you?

No, thank you. I need to be alone.

Reta has topped all the popularity charts
for the last two weeks.

And tonight's concert is proof
that their success has just begun.

Hi, son. How are you?

Don't you...

don't you ever call me
"Son" ever again.

Jorge.

I'm leaving. I came for my stuff.

Where are you going?

I'm going to hell.

Well, we're going to hell, dude.

I'm coming with you.

Martín, have you seen Rosendo?

He was over here a moment ago.

- What happened?
- Where's Rosendo?

He's in the dressing room with Martín.

No, he's not there.

- I don't know, then.
- OK.

Thank you.

Can you give your mother an autograph?

- Congratulations.
- Did you like it?

- Awesome.
- Thank you, mom.

Honey, have you seen your father?

No. He must be in the dressing room.

Thanks.

- What's up, aunt Lu?
- Hey, Algodón.

Is everything OK, mom?

No.

I've been looking for him everywhere.

- Let's call the police.
- Right.

My security personnel are looking for him.

OK.

Don't worry, mom. I'm sure he's fine.

My heart's telling me that he's not OK.