[girl] Yeah, please.
[excited chatter]
[girl] See him anywhere?
Ooh…
[excited chatter swells]
-[Paco] Oh!
-Paco, where's Raphael?
[Paco] So nice to see all of you.
Look. He signed these.
There's plenty to go around.
Go on, pass them around.
-Thanks.
-Bye. See you later.
-Paco, wait.
-Let's go, Sebastián.
-Paco.
-Yeah?
-I need two photos.
-Two?
One for me, one for Adela.
You remember her?
-She joined a convent two weeks ago.
-Good Lord. [laughs]
-God keep her.
-Thanks.
No problem.
What's he up to? When's he coming?
We didn't see him arrive.
You won't be seeing him
for a few months, ladies.
-He's in the army. Let's go, Sebastián.
-Oh…
[solemn military march playing]
NOVEMBER 5, 1965
[men] ♪ I'm off to be a soldier ♪
♪ And I've got no c*ck ♪
♪ Give me a drop of blood ♪
♪ From your heart
Girl with the dark braid ♪
♪ It's the mothers who cry ♪
♪ The girlfriends don't feel blue ♪
♪ A couple of guys are staying behind ♪
♪ They have fun the whole night through ♪
[cheering]
-Now that's music. Not that Raphael stuff.
-He played Teatro Zarzuela last night.
-Who are you talking about?
-Raphael.
That clown with the sappy love songs?
-Never heard of him?
-No.
He looks like that guy.
The one staring at the floor.
Psst! You! Are you Raphael?
[scoffs]
I'm talking to you! Are you Raphael?
How can a mute be a singer?
-This guy's a nobody.
-[guys laugh]
[recruits] ♪ I'm off to be a soldier ♪
♪ And I've got no c*ck ♪
♪ Give me a drop of blood ♪
♪ From your heart
Girl with the dark braid ♪
♪ It's the mothers who cry… ♪
HOYA FRÍA BARRACKS
[bugle playing]
A DAY LIKE NO OTHER
[drill sergeant shouting]
-[instructor] Left!
-[sighs]
[distant shouting]
[sounds distort]
[man] What's with you?
Hey. What's your problem?
Recruits!
Fall in!
[distortion fades]
Welcome to the barracks.
I'm Corporal Aguado.
The man to my right is Sergeant Navarro.
He'll be in charge of your company.
Salute!
Attention!
[Navarro] I'll be quick.
Out there, beyond these walls,
society
has been turning you soft.
Luckily, in these barracks,
we still follow the principles and values
of our beloved Spanish flag.
[sighs]
[Navarro] My only goal
is that, when you walk out of here,
you do it as real men.
And to get there, only one thing matters.
Discipline.
Understood?
Understood?
[recruits] Yes, Sergeant!
Break them into groups.
[Aguado] Anyone with education, over here!
Farmers, over there!
Tradesmen, that way.
And those of you
who are good for nothing…
stay here, in the middle.
Put these useless b*stards
on latrine duty.
Dismissed!
[bells ringing]
[sighs]
[inhales sharply]
[exhales]
-[knocking on door]
-[door opens]
[woman] Adela, my dear.
I sent for you
because you received a letter.
Yes, it's from my neighbor.
-My best friend.
-How lovely.
That makes six letters since you arrived.
You see, Adela…
I don't mean this as criticism,
but soon you'll be married to God.
You must let go of your ties to the past.
The life of a nun is unlike any other.
It requires deep commitment
to the community, to faith,
and above all, to the Lord.
Do you understand?
[papers rustle]
You may go.
Thank you, Mother Superior.
[bright piano music playing]
[door opens]
[exhales]
[Gordillo] I called in a few favors,
and Televisión Española
might want you
for their Christmas special.
-You're kidding, Paco. Now?
-What do you mean?
Now is not a good time.
This is as good a time
as any, Rafael.
They shaved my head too.
-[recruit] Come on. Hang up!
-We'll figure something out.
Easy for you to say.
You're not stuck here.
-Enough complaining.
-Hang up.
Opportunities don't wait.
[recruit] We don't have all day!
Just do what you're told
and stay out of trouble.
I'll handle the rest. Chin up. Bye.
-[recruit] You gonna hang up?
-Bye.
[recruit] Come on.
Pain in the a*s.
[thunder rumbles]
[officer] Get up, ladies!
Two minutes! Outside and in formation!
Anyone who's late
goes straight to the hole!
What are you doing?!
Don't line up in here! Go!
Move your asses! Come on! Go!
-Get a move on!
-You tired, princess?
Come on! On your feet! Move!
-Out!
-Your glasses?
-Yeah.
-Wait. I've got them.
[officer] Move it!
[Raphael] Here. Hurry up!
[officer] Move out! Let's go!
[rain pattering]
[Aguado] Attention!
[Navarro] You two!
Do you think the rest of your unit
enjoys standing out here in the rain
in their underwear, waiting on you?
-Sorry, sir.
-"Sir"?
Aguado.
Do I look like a "sir" to you?
Who the hell are you calling "sir"?
-Sorry, Sergeant.
-Listen up, you little sh*t.
I don't give a damn who you are.
I don't give a damn
if you sing on the radio, on stage,
or wherever the hell you want.
To me, you're a nobody.
You hear me? A nobody.
The only thing you have to do…
is follow my orders.
And now, since two members
of your unit arrived late,
you will all do 50 laps around the yard!
And you can thank
that loudmouth Raphael for it!
[Aguado] Move out!
Move!
[tense music playing]
[recruit grunts]
[Raphael panting]
[music fades]
[indistinct chatter]
ALL FOR SPAIN
[sarcastically] Well, well…
If it isn't Conchita Velasco.
[sighs]
-Why don't you sing us something?
-So you're not her?
Then who are you, Marisol?
Let us by.
Oh, so you're not mute.
[tense music playing]
Look, I just want to sit down
and eat breakfast in peace.
Look, Raphael, I spent all night running
because of you.
So now I'm not exactly
in the mood to let you eat in peace.
[clamoring]
Get him!
Come on, Roberto!
That's it!
Hit him! Come on!
-Teach him a lesson!
-Beat him up!
Come on, hit him!
Get him, Roberto!
What the hell is going on here?!
For God's sake!
Attention!
-Sergeant--
-Shut up.
-They were just talking--
-Silence!
You.
Clean up this whole mess.
You're going to clean
this entire damn mess hall.
And you…
[whispering] …pretty boy…
three nights in the hole.
Aguado.
[military march playing]
Button up your uniform, soldier.
Open the door!
[march ends]
[lock clicks]
[footsteps fade]
[door closes in distance]
[sighs]
[birds singing]
["Tu conciencia" by Raphael playing]
♪ Your conscience ♪
♪ Your conscience drives you insane ♪
♪ And brings you pain ♪
♪ Your conscience ♪
♪ Hunts you down and condemns you ♪
♪ Life becomes a constant strain ♪
♪ You'd like to ♪
♪ Forget it any way you can ♪
♪ To push it aside ♪
♪ But you know ♪
♪ It'll be that voice inside ♪
♪ Always reminding you of me ♪
♪ There are moments ♪
♪ When you think about it
And lose all hope ♪
♪ You wish you could escape the pain ♪
♪ Your conscience
Follows you everywhere ♪
♪ When you dream, when you believe ♪
♪ A new love will make you happy ♪
♪ Your conscience, my reasons
My sorrow ♪
♪ Reminds you that your conscience ♪
♪ It won't let you live
No peace will remain ♪
-[knocking on door]
-[song ends]
[knocking continues]
-[Adela] Sister Emilia?
-Yes?
What's wrong, Adela?
I asked about you.
They said you weren't feeling well.
Yeah. I was up all night sick.
Mother Superior told me to rest.
What happened?
I don't know.
Something must have upset my stomach.
[somber music playing]
-Or maybe it was nerves.
-Nerves?
I know it’s not easy
to get into this convent.
And I thank God every day
that I'm here.
But I don't know if it's for me.
It's normal to feel that way, Adela.
I felt the same way when I first arrived.
Do you know what helped me?
I closed my eyes and waited.
Until I heard God's voice.
And when I did,
I knew everything would be all right.
That I was doing the right thing.
[music fades]
Done. Your boy's performing
on the Christmas special.
-You won't regret it.
-I hope not, Gordillo.
Quero's in charge.
Talk to him if you have questions.
-My secretary will give you his number.
-All right. Uh…
Anything else I can do for you?
Look, I know I told you
everything was okay,
but we have a small issue.
A very small one. A minor detail.
I'm sure you can help us out.
-[upbeat music playing]
-[phone ringing]
Yes.
Of course.
No, I wasn't aware.
What?
Don't worry.
[colonel] You know how I felt
when the station director asked about him?
I was just following orders, Colonel.
Open the door.
[solemn bugle call]
[somber music playing]
[Navarro] Look who's going on vacation.
The g*dd*mn singer.
You got lucky, kid.
But this won't happen again.
And you know why?
In here, we're all the same.
And I don't like my soldiers
getting special treatment.
So next time you ask for leave,
I'll personally see to it
that you don't get it.
Understood?
[somber music intensifies]
CHRISTMAS 1965, MADRID
[music fades]
Hold on.
It was that way.
Cheer up. You're about to perform
in front of all of Spain.
-That's the problem.
-Trust me.
Wigs these days
aren't like they used to be.
-I still think it's a bad idea.
-Come on.
[Raphael fades]
Look, there's Quero.
No, leave this door open.
It's for camera three. Okay?
And move the stairs to the left.
Otherwise, he won't be in frame.
Excuse me.
-Paco, how are you?
-Good.
-This is Raphael.
-[Raphael] How are you?
I was warned,
but this is worse than I expected.
Yeah. So what do we do?
We were thinking a wig.
[Quero] Right. It's the only option.
-He doesn't want to!
-They always look fake.
[Gordillo] The hairdressers
are miracle workers.
-[Quero] It'll look great.
-You hear?
[Gordillo] Go on. Open your eyes.
You were right. It looks great.
You hear that?
It's the first time he's ever said it.
Maybe the army
really does straighten you out.
-Don't get used to it.
-It looks great. Really.
-Are those Christmas baskets?
-Yeah, looks like it.
Think we could send
about half a dozen to the barracks?
-Sure.
-The guys would love it.
-I'll handle it.
-Thanks.
Come on, let's go. Artists need to focus.
[tense music playing]
[Quero] Lights!
[lights click on]
[Quero] Perfect! I want it bright.
Quiet, please!
We're recording.
Everyone focus.
Camera two on close-ups.
Camera one, smooth tracking. Follow him.
Camera three, we zoom in.
Got it? Come on. This has to go right.
Let's try to get it in one take.
[tense music rises]
Raphael, stand by.
[bell rings]
[Quero] Rolling!
Music!
["El tamborilero" playing]
[choir singing tune]
♪ The road that leads us on to Bethlehem ♪
♪ Goes down
Into the valley covered in snow ♪
Hey, pour me one!
♪ The little shepherd boys
Wish to see their king ♪
♪ They come bearing gifts
With their humble satchel ♪
♪ Ropoponpon, ropoponpon ♪
♪ He was born in a manger in Bethlehem ♪
♪ The baby Jesus ♪
♪ I would like to lay something
At your feet ♪
♪ A present, Lord
That might bring you delight ♪
I like it.
♪ But you know I am a poor boy too ♪
♪ And I have nothing more
Than my old drum tonight ♪
♪ Ropoponpon, ropoponpon ♪
♪ To honor you ♪
♪ Before the manger, I will play for you ♪
♪ On my drum ♪
[song fades]
[tense music playing]
How's it going?
[indistinct chatter]
Hi.
[recruit] We saw you.
Hi.
-Nice job.
-How's it going?
[tense music fades]
[recruit laughs]
It might sound silly, but the wig
made me feel like my old self again.
And I wasn't sure
about going on TV wearing one.
But seeing myself
made me realize
that these past months here,
I'd forgotten who I am
or who I want to be.
They say they treat us all the same here.
But what they really do
is erase what makes us different,
what makes us special, right?
I don't know…
It felt magical, Beni.
The nerves just disappeared,
and I felt like I'd been preparing
my whole life for that moment.
Or maybe I'm getting carried away.
You were amazing. And so handsome.
I…
I couldn't take my eyes off you.
-You're so talented, Raphael.
-I try.
And I want you to know
that you can be yourself with me.
The way I'd like to be with you.
What do you mean?
You know…
Mmm…
-Beni, I'm not…
-What?
I mean, I don't…
I don't believe it.
The way you move on stage…
What? Can't a guy have a little grace?
Hey, it's okay.
Really. It was a misunderstanding.
-We're friends.
-I should go.
But it's okay, Beni.
Beni!
[barking in distance]
[bugle playing]
As our great poet,
José María Pemán, once said,
"To know how to endure suffering
and to have a strong spirit
is what matters most in life."
Today,
you worthless bunch of idiots…
you're going to prove to me…
that these past three months…
weren't a complete waste of time.
Each of you
will have five minutes
to complete this obstacle course.
If a single one of you fails,
the entire company
loses weekend leave.
Understood, Private López Garrido?
[Aguado] Recruits!
Fall in!
You'll go in the order I call you.
As soon as one man clears
the first obstacle, the next one goes.
Abril!
[whistle blows]
Toledo!
Falcón! Rodríguez!
Galeano!
Gómez!
Morgade! Martos!
Soler!
Pulido! Parejo!
Navas! Marchena!
Quintana! Zafra!
Muro! Ramírez!
Aguado!
-López!
-[whistle blows]
[intense music playing]
[panting]
[music fades]
[recruit] For f*ck's sake, Benito!
Move it!
Come on. You've got this.
I'm right here with you.
Damn it, Benito!
Come on, Beni. You can do it.
You're almost there.
Almost there. Push!
Come on, Benito! Move, damn it!
You're going to cost us our leave!
God damn it, Benito.
-Holy sh*t, Beni.
-Let's go!
-Go, Beni!
-Come on!
-Go, you b*stard!
-Move it!
-All right, Beni!
-Come on.
Come on!
Come on! Go!
Come on, Beni!
-Come on.
-Let's go.
-Come on.
-Let's go!
Go on!
-[group] All right!
-Well done!
Hell yeah!
[bright music playing]
-Great job.
-[recruit] Nice!
-That's it!
-We get leave!
Benito did it.
[music fades]
-Let's go outside.
-No.
Come on. Trust me.
[Raphael] Hi.
Can we sit?
I'm Rafael Martos, from Linares.
And yeah, I'm also Raphael with a PH.
The clown with the sappy love songs.
Roberto Soler, mechanic, from Andújar.
-These are Enrique and Marcelo.
-Nice to meet you.
Mind if we sit?
This is Benito López, from Calatayud.
-Hi.
-Nice to meet you.
He doesn't like drills much,
but he's not that bad.
And you guys?
Well, I'm Enrique,
an electrician from Santander.
-I'll admit it. I like your songs.
-Really? So now you do?
-Don't push it.
-Go on. Sing something.
No. You haven't earned it.
My cousin sings too.
I can introduce you.
-[Marcelo] Introduce her to me.
-You want me to?
-Come on.
-I'll do it.
You b*stard.
You have to understand,
for Mother Superior,
it was a shock to find
those photographs under your bed.
[sighs]
What is he, a singer?
The best singer in the world.
He's always on the radio.
And every time I hear him,
it's like everything falls into place.
Everything just works like it's meant to.
He's what gives meaning to my life.
[Emilia] That devotion you're describing
is similar to what we feel for God.
What I'm trying to say, Adela,
is that everyone has to find what gives
their life meaning and pursue it.
That's the only path to happiness.
[Gordillo] Look at you!
-What happened? You've lost weight.
-Yeah?
-Aren't they feeding you here?
-So, how are you?
-How's it going?
-Great to see you.
Good. Things have calmed down.
I'm even starting to feel at home.
-Oh, yeah? Don't get too comfortable.
-Why?
-Because we have to go soon.
-Where to?
Eurovision, kid.
-The song contest.
-Paco, are you serious?
You're going to represent Spain
at Eurovision.
-What?
-[laughs]
-Really?
-Yeah.
[chuckling]
-Where is it?
-In Luxembourg. We leave in two weeks.
Manolo's writing you a song.
What? No.
Not Luxembourg.
They'll never grant me leave.
What? How could they not?
-My sergeant won't approve.
-He did at Christmas.
-Why wouldn't he now?
-It wasn't him.
He already told me, no more leave.
And he's not a nice guy.
Jesus Christ…
I'll talk to him,
but I can't promise anything.
Sergeant, sorry to bother you,
but this is about Eurovision.
-A European contest--
-I don't give a damn about Eurovision.
I don't give a damn about Europe,
and I don't give a damn about you.
No leave.
No exceptions.
[tense music playing]
What do you think?
That I don't see what you want?
You're tiptoeing around here.
Not making a sound.
You know why?
You think you're better
than the rest of your unit, but to me…
To me, you're a nobody. Understand?
A nobody.
You'd better pray
that the top brass keep protecting you.
[Gordillo] This can't be.
Can't you talk to the colonel?
It won't make a difference, Paco.
I told you.
Damn it, kid…
They'd only give me leave
if the order came from higher up.
Don't we know anyone?
[music fades]
Minister, with all due respect,
I believe Raphael will do more
for the country at Eurovision
than in the barracks.
-Yes, but… Gordillo, right?
-Yes, Gordillo.
Gordillo, military service is a duty,
a obligation shared by all Spaniards.
-Of course.
-We can't make exceptions.
And Raphael knows that.
He just needs five days' leave.
Five days. He has an extraordinary voice.
There’s a real chance of winning.
-Yes, like last year?
-No…
Good afternoon.
-Minister.
-Go ahead, Gordillo.
Have you thought about
what all of Europe will say about us
if we win?
-We'll give him a week.
-Thank you.
He goes, sings, wins,
comes back, and resumes his duty.
-Okay. Thank you.
-Great.
-Thank you.
-But, Gordillo…
-Yes?
-Make sure he wins.
[upbeat music playing]
Why are you laughing? Cheers, kid. Mm!
Wow!
Stop touching it.
You'll make it more noticeable it is.
True.
And cheer up, right?
[excited] We're going to Eurovision.
We're going to Eurovision. You hear?
Ladies and gentlemen,
we're going to Eurovision, you know?
-Bravo.
-Congratulations.
-[Gordillo] Thank you.
-[sighs]
[footsteps approach]
MARCH 5, 1966
[Gordillo] Five minutes, okay?
The orchestra is ready.
When they call your name,
just like in rehearsals.
[presenter speaking French]
-You okay? Need anything?
-No.
A bit nervous, but… one minute.
[presenter speaking French]
["Yo soy aquel" by Raphael playing]
♪ I am the one
Who follows you every night ♪
♪ I am the one who
For loving you, no longer lives ♪
♪ The one who waits for you ♪
♪ Who dreams of you ♪
♪ Who wants to own your love ♪
♪ I am the one who would give his life
To have you ♪
♪ I am the one who
Even far away, never forgets you ♪
♪ The one who waits for you ♪
♪ Who dreams of you ♪
♪ Who prays every night for your love ♪
♪ And I'm here, here to love you ♪
♪ I'm here, here to adore you ♪
He's really good.
♪ I'm here, here to tell you ♪
♪ That no one has loved you like I have ♪
♪ I am the one who would give his life
To have you ♪
♪ I am the one who
Even far away, never forgets you ♪
♪ The one who waits for you
Who dreams of you ♪
♪ Who prays every night for your love ♪
♪ And I'm here, here to love you ♪
♪ I'm here, here to adore you ♪
♪ I'm here, here to tell you ♪
♪ Love, love! ♪
♪ Love! ♪
♪ Love! ♪
[song ends]
[applause]
UDO JÜRGENS, WINNER OF
THE 11TH EUROVISION SONG CONTEST
[sighs]
Kid, when we go down there,
keep your head high, okay?
You were the best. Everyone knows.
When the orchestra stood up
to applaud you… that was something…
-Seventh, Paco.
-Sure, whatever, but…
-I came seventh.
-That's because of Hungary.
And communist countries voting
for each other.
It's all politics, all of it.
Well, politics and the language too.
In the rest of Europe,
no one understands it.
No one knows
what the song says, so…
-Yeah, that's true.
-For sure.
-Did they like it in Spain?
-What?
I've been glued to the phone,
getting congratulations.
Of course they liked it.
You know what?
In 30 years, nobody
will know who that… Udo Jürgens is.
But everyone will know you.
That, I can guarantee.
[upbeat music playing]
[cheering]
Is all this for me?
Who else would it be for?
-RAPHAEL, ONE OF A KIND
-GO, RAPHAEL!
Oh no.
-Hold on.
-No, please.
One at a time.
It's really important for me
to tell you that you've changed my life.
-I love you. I truly love you.
-[laughs] I love you too.
-I love you.
-Give me a kiss.
-Really?
-Of course.
[fans exclaim]
-Okay.
-Let's try to get out.
-Yes.
-Please.
Thank you for coming,
but we need to go.
-Please.
-[Gordillo] Yes, please.
-Ladies, please.
-[sounds fade]
-Please.
-Careful.
[clamoring]
[sounds distort]
[high-pitched ringing]
I need to get out.
ONE OF A KIND
[distortion fades]
[fans screaming]
I told you that Spain loved it.
What the hell just happened?
You're a star, Raphael.
Bye. Bye. Bye.
-["Poco a poco" by Raphael playing]
-[both laugh]
And now what?
WE LOVE YOU, RAPHAEL
HOORAY, RAPHAEL
GO, RAPHAEL
SUCCESS IN THE UK
RAPHAEL RECITALS
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