01x04 - Episode 4

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["Balada de trompeta" playing]

♪ With the cry of a trumpet ♪

♪ My desperate heart ♪

♪ Keeps on crying ♪

RESIDENCY THE FLAMINGO HOTEL

♪ Remembering ♪

♪ My past ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ay… ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ay… ♪

[panting]

♪ A mournful trumpet ballad ♪

♪ From a heart ♪

♪ Full of despair ♪

[song ends]

[sighs]

[exhales]

A DAY LIKE NO OTHER

[energetic jazz playing]

[indistinct chatter in English]

[exhales shakily]

[sounds distort]

[voices echo]

[breathing shakily]

[Raphael] Sorry.

Excuse me.

Paco…

Paco. Finally.

Paco…

[in English] Who are you?

[Raphael in Spanish] Sorry.
[in English] Sorry. Sorry.

[man] Weirdo. [scoffs]

[eerie distortion]

[distortion fades]

[sighs deeply]

[huffs]

[exhales]

[ice clinks]

[sighs deeply]

[drink pouring]

[door squeaks]

[child laughs]

[laughter grows louder]

Who are you?

[laughter continues]

Who are you?!

[Raphael panting]

[young Rafael] Leave this place.

Go back home!

[breathing shakily]

[Rafaela] Can't you see they're using you?

[Raphael] Everyone works
the same schedule.

Elvis, Sinatra, Streisand…
It's a casino contract.

-Does everyone get paid the same?
-You think they're underpaying me?

-We live like kings.
-We live in a cage! Can't you see that?

Money's not the issue.

We've been here for three weeks,
and you haven't set foot outside.

They think they can walk all over you.

-Mom--
-They take you for a fool.

I don't have time to worry about you.

-So, you're the one worrying about me?
-Yeah.

Have you seen yourself?
You're dead on your feet.

Plus, you're the one who asked me to come.
I dropped everything to be here with you.

I wish I hadn't.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean that.

[somber music playing]

But it's how you feel.

Don't worry.

I'll call Paco
and have him book me a flight to Madrid.

Mom!

I don't want to be a burden, son.

[phone ringing]

[somber trumpet music swells]

[ringing continues]

[sniffles]

[phone continues ringing]

[sniffles]

Mom?

[Gordillo] You had me worried sick, kid.

I told you to call me after the show.
What happened?

Nothing. [sniffles] The show was great.

I stayed behind chatting
with hotel staff, and…

[breathing shakily]

What's wrong? You okay?

What's going on?

[sniffles]

[crying] I don't feel right, Paco.

I don't know what's wrong.

It's like the room's spinning.

I kicked my mom out.
I don't even know why.

Forget it. Your mom's fine.

You need to clear your head.
You need to get out of there.

Hang in there, kid.

It's almost over.

["Balada de trompeta" playing] ♪ Ay… ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ay… ♪

♪ A mournful trumpet ballad ♪

♪ From a heart ♪

♪ Full of despair ♪

[applause]

[song ends]

[applause fades]

DEAR NATALIA

[sniffles]

[inhales shakily]

[unsettling music playing]

[breathing shakily]

[breathing echoes]

[sniffles]

[sniffles]

[unsettling music continues]

[breathing shakily]

[exhales]

[Gordillo] Rafael? Kid?

Rafael? Rafael!

Kid!

Rafael? Kid?

Rafael!

Rafael!

-[weakly] Paco…
-You jerk.

You scared the hell out of me, dammit.

I've been calling. You weren't picking up.
I had to get another key.

I found you passed out.

-[weakly] I don't feel well, Paco.
-I know. I know.

Easy. I spoke to the hotel manager.
We're calling off tonight's show.

-The farewell show.
-I know, but this is where we stop.

That's it. We're going home, okay?

Let's go home. Come on.

[indistinct chatter]

[plane engine whirs]

Relax. Only Bermúdez
and your parents know.

And they're on my side, by the way.

As soon as we get to Madrid,
you get some rest.

As long as it takes
until you're back on your feet. It's fine.

I've got concerts lined up
at Palacio de la Música.

Look, I think we should cancel.

People will understand.
You've been going nonstop.

No, Paco. This happened because of Vegas.

-And everything on your plate.
-It's because of Vegas.

Being stuck in that room.
The double shifts. My mom.

Your mom has nothing to do with it.

The shows have nothing to do with it.

-We're not canceling.
-Listen.

-No.
-Just listen.

No. There's nothing to discuss.

That's final.

[Gordillo sighs]

[glass clinks]

-[Bermúdez] He's ready.
-[Gordillo] He'll never admit he's unwell.

What part don't you understand?
Do you know what happened to him?

He can't perform.
You only care about one thing.

-Do you know if he can sing?
-Yes, I do.

-I was there. I know what happened.
-Yeah?

Could you stop talking about me
like I'm not here?

It's true. I'm not 100%.
That month in Vegas wrecked me.

You hear that?

But stopping would be
the worst thing I could do.

-Okay, look.
-Paco! Paco!

[Raphael] I'm serious.

I've been dreaming of Madrid
for God knows how long.

All I want is to sing for my people.

When I'm on stage, all this tension
and anxiety will disappear.

-You know what I think, right?
-Yeah.

I won't be held responsible.

-There you go.
-Paco! Where are you going?

Damn it.

[door closes]

All right, then…
Shall we get things moving?

Attaboy.

SOLD OUT

[Gordillo] Excuse me. Good afternoon.

Who's that?

[public chanting]
Raphael! Raphael! Raphael!

Raphael! Raphael! Raphael!

-Raphael! Raphael! Raphael!
-[exhales]

-Raphael! Raphael! Raphael!
-[takes a deep breath]

Raphael!

[cheering]

["Mi gran noche" playing]

♪ Tonight I'm heading out
It's a special day ♪

♪ I'll live the life the world offers
When the sunlight fades away ♪

♪ I'll be able to sing a sweet song
With the moon above ♪

♪ Like never before
Hold and kiss the one I love ♪

-♪ What's my fate? What mysteries await? ♪
-[audience singing along]

♪ This could be my night ♪

♪ And when I awake
Life's truth that lies in wait ♪

♪ Will come to light ♪

♪ I'll walk with my love in my arms
Through the streets with nowhere to go ♪

♪ I'll learn love grows sweeter still
When the lights fade low ♪

♪ And without a word, our wandering steps
Will look for another door ♪

♪ That will open wide, just like my heart
When she draws close once more ♪

♪ What's my fate? What mysteries await?
This could be my night ♪

[sounds distort, fade]

[ragged breathing]

[high-pitched ringing]

[crowd exclaims]

[crowd murmuring]

Close the curtains! Now!

Rafael? Give us a minute.

-Rafael, wake up.
-[crowd chanting] Raphael!

Kid! Kid, wake up.

Wake up.

Wake up. Come on. Wake up. Rafael.

-Look at me.
-[crowd fades]

It's okay. Look at me.

You're all right.

Look at me.

What's wrong? What's wrong?

What is it? What is it?

[Raphael] I…

-[strained] I can't speak.
-Easy. Easy. Easy.

It's okay. Easy.

It's over.

You're all right.

[music fades]

[doctor] There's no need to worry.

I found no sign of damage
to his vocal cords, his throat,

or anything related to his voice.

[Gordillo] Then what's wrong?

Physically, there's nothing
that would cause him to lose his voice.

So is that good news? Can we relax?

SO THEN?

You want my personal opinion?

It's all in your head, Rafael.

The tours, the shows,
the stress, the exhaustion…

Your mind just said, "Enough."

-It's asking for a break.
-So what should we do?

Look, this kind of psychological issue
has a simple solution.

Rest.

[echoing] Put simply,
the brain is incredibly smart,

and when we push it too far,
it just keeps on going.

Until it hits the wall.

[introspective music playing]

It's like a car's warning light.
It tells you when you're running on empty.

You can keep going and ignore it,
but one day, boom!

[clamoring]

Bermúdez, over here!

Excuse me, Bermúdez!

Ondas magazine. Where's Raphael?

-Is it true he might quit music?
-Not at all.

Raphael is resting
and doesn't want to be disturbed.

-Thank you.
-Thank you, Bermúdez.

Mr. Bermúdez, just a moment.

Do you know if he's in Madrid?

I have no idea.
All I know is he wants privacy.

-That's all. Thank you.
-Thanks.

Do you know when we'll be able to see him?

-No.
-Wait! Mr. Bermúdez!

-Did you get anything?
-Nope.

[introspective music continues]

LONDON, ENGLAND

[man] Welcome.

How's it going, Rafa?

There he is.

Thanks so much for having us.

-Give us a hand?
-How are you? Sure.

[thunder rumbles]

[music fades]

I don't know if coming was a good idea,
but it's all he felt like doing.

I think getting away from Spain,

from the press and everything,
will do him good.

Jaime's right.
We'll all take care of him here.

And you'll be able to get some rest.
Make yourself at home, Paco.

-We're here for you. Whatever you need.
-Thanks.

[Bermúdez] What's wrong?
If he feels off, he can take an aspirin.

We can't keep wasting time like this.
Come on, Paco.

The film producers and the theater owners
keep calling, asking where he is.

I don't know. It's not that simple.

Right, sure.

Tell him everything he stands to lose.
You'll see how simple it is.

You think he doesn't know that?

That he left Spain for fun
and lost his voice on purpose?

Rafael is the strongest person
I've ever known.

Whatever he's going through
is not as simple as it seems.

But what? What isn't so simple?

I don't know.

His mind. Mental issues.

Every person is different.
Every mind works differently.

And if he's having a hard time,
the least we can do is respect it.

He'll come back when he's ready.

He'll sing again when he can.
Until then, we have to give him time.

If we don't, it'll make things worse.

I'm worried he'll lose
everything he's built.

This break… can't be good for his career.

I don't know what to tell you.

Bye.

[indistinct chatter on TV]

[man on TV in English] Her Majesty
receives the astronauts,

at Buckingham Palace.

Damn, who would've thought
we'd pull off something like this?

I still can't believe it.

Huh?

…in London, as part of
their visit to the United Kingdom.

following their successful voyage
to the moon earlier this summer.

They were welcomed by Her Majesty
in the stateroom of the palace,

where the Queen spoke to the astronauts

and offered them congratulations
on behalf of the British people.

The meeting was conducted
with both ceremony…

[in Spanish] A kid who came from nothing?
Look how far he's come.

[thunder rumbles]

[reporter continues indistinctly]

Hey…

I'm going to bed, Paco.

-How is he?
-[Gordillo] He's… all right.

He just doesn't want to talk to anyone
until he's better.

No. No, Paco. That's not good.

You know it. We've talked about this.
You can't let Las Vegas happen again.

Get him out of there.

Whatever it takes. Go for walks.

Get him out of the house.
Go to restaurants, anything.

I'm trying. I really am.

Nacho, Jaime, and I are doing all we can
to help him feel better, to get him out,

but it's not easy.

Paco, I want to see him.
Just to know how he is.

Maybe if I visited…

No, it's okay. Leave it to us.
I'll call if anything changes.

Okay. Just bring him back home.

I'm working on it, Rafaela. I promise.

[gentle music playing]

[sighs]

-We thought he might like this.
-Hm.

DEAR NATALIA…

[knocking on door]

[door opens]

I spoke to Nacho and Jaime.

We were thinking of going
to the premiere of Vivat Regina!

In the West End.

At a theater in Piccadilly.

Want to join us?

You can't stay cooped up in here.

Getting out might do you good.

Let's go.
If you don't feel well, we'll head back.

I swear, I just…
I don't know what else to do.

-I don't know--
-[hoarse] Paco…

Please.

Do it for me.

For me. Please.

Come on.

[somber music continues]

We got you an aisle seat,
in case you need to leave.

[somber trumpet music continues]

[music fades]

[actor in English] h*, there! The Queen!

[footsteps approach]

[man] Your Grace.

Oh… [coughs]

Oh…

Oh… [coughs]

[audience murmurs]

Oh… You are grown quite white, Claud.

[clears throat]

[audience murmuring]

She has no voice.

So change your church and be a Catholic.
It will not cost you much.

[tense music playing]

I have heard about your ways.

[coughs]

[in Spanish] You're not alone.

[Sarah Miles in English] In Scotland,
your name is Marvide.

Harry, I have told you
and I swear before the saints.

[cough echoes]

[tense music rises]

[audience murmuring]

[hoarse] Oh, come, my love.

And let's be married.

[gasps]

[actor] There is a guard in every door.

[breathing shakily] Then…

we will go…

to the border.

[polite applause]

[sobs]

[applause fades]

[tense music continues]

[woman in English] I don't understand.

[man] Sarah Miles is finished.

-It's such a shame.
-She shouldn't have gone on like that.

No, but normally, she's brilliant.

[woman on PA] Attention, please.

We would like to announce
in the second act,

the role of Mary Stuart

will be played by Angeline Radcliffe,
replacing Sarah Miles.

-[in Spanish] They're replacing her?
-Maybe she asked for it.

Sarah Miles is an actress
through and through.

This is a disgrace. I'm leaving.

-Listen, why don't we stay and see--
-I want to be alone.

[mournful music rises]

[car approaches]

[tapping loudly]

[in English] Just a second.

Let's go.

[music fades]

[thunder rumbles]

["Balada de trompeta" playing]

[Raphael] ♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ay… ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪

-♪ Ah, ah, ah ♪
-[crowd murmuring]

♪ Ah, ah, ay… ♪

["Balada de trompeta" ends]

[clears throat]

-[in English] Hello.
-[hoarse] One beer.

Right away, sir.

I DON'T WANT TO.
NOT HUNGRY. I WANT TO SLEEP. NO.

I'M FINISHED

I'M A DISGRACE

YOU'VE LOST WHAT YOU HAD
MY FAULT

YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SING AGAIN

[electricity crackles]

[footsteps approach]

[young Rafael, in Spanish]
You finally see it, don't you?

It was always you.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

It's time to go home.

[electricity crackles]

[melancholic music playing]

[in English] There you are, sir.

[music grows hopeful]

[buzzing]

-Yes?
-[woman] Mr. Bermúdez.

-Raphael and Gordillo are here.
-Send them in.

-Well, well…
-Look who's here.

Praise the Lord, the prodigal son returns.

-[chuckles]
-[music fades]

-How are you?
-Great.

Really? You're doing okay?

I'm perfectly fine, Paco.
Eager to get back on stage.

If he says he's fine, he's fine.

In that case, everything's ready.

The film people won't stop calling.
My phone's ringing off the hook.

That's great, Paco, but first,

I want to do a small concert
for close friends and people I care about.

Maybe a journalist or two.

[exhales] Wait… a free concert?

A free concert.

The idea is to shut down the rumors
the only way I know. By singing.

[gentle music playing]

DEAR NATALIA, I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU…

[line ringing]

-[woman] Yes? Hello.
-Hello. Good morning.

Is Natalia Figueroa there?

-Who's calling?
-Raphael.

-One moment, please.
-Thank you. I'll hold.

It's for you, miss.

[music fades]

-[Natalia] Raphael?
-Hi, Natalia. How are you?

-I'm great. How are you?
-I'm doing well too.

I'm back in Spain.
And eager to get back on stage.

Are you sure?

Of course. Why?

I haven't heard from you since Vegas.
And I read the papers.

Well, you know you can't trust the papers.

I know. I'm a journalist.
But I get the feeling something happened.

[sighs deeply]

[Raphael] I'll tell you.

I just called
to ask if you got the invitation.

What invitation?

I'm doing a concert at the Teatro Español.

A small, private show
for close friends and family.

I'd really love for you to come.

If you're up for it,
we could grab a drink after.

Just the two of us.

What do you think?

[chuckles]

Sounds good. I'd like that.

[crowd applauding]

[gentle music swells]

[music fades]

[crowd cheering and chanting]
Raphael! Raphael!

Raphael! Raphael! Raphael!

[orchestra playing dramatic tune]

[inhales sharply]

[music ends]

[epic orchestral music playing]