01x02 - Reencuentro

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Uranium 21,

the fastest-rising Latin American
pop group from the '90s.

It was formed by Aldo Schumman,
Ricky Glamour, Omar Amor,

and the eternally young Pablo Rudovsky.

They brought to life
hits such as "Shalalilala,"

"Thunder, Thunder"
and "Electrocute Me Love,"

reaching the top of the song charts
and breaking records around the world.

Presenting the latest sensation,
Uranium 21!

But their success
would take a toll on them.

We were invincible.

MEMBER OF URANIUM 21

The venues were always packed.

Uranium!

What once was a dream come true,
slowly turned into a nightmare.

Some of them would never wake up.

It was a real tragedy.

Omar loved music so much!
Rest in light, my dear friend.

After 25 years of hiatus, we wonder

if this will be the year
of their much anticipated reunion.

MANCHILD

Unbearable, vain, egocentric,

childish, liars. That's what they are.

Look, Gigi, the problem is
you're working with manchildren.

You've been my patient since you were
little, and I know you pretty well.

On top of that,
you're writing a book on a subject

you're uncomfortable with.

No. That doesn't bother me at all.

Do you want to tell Mr. Angst?

Yes, please.

Thank you, Mr. Angst.
Thank you for coming.

A little bird told me that you have
problems with manchildren.

Yes, Mr. Angst. I'm writing a book.

And I think it's time
for women to tell the story of men.

But every time I finish the session,
I feel exhausted.

I don't know where to start.

In order to tell their story,

first, you have to tell your own,
which is quite sad.

-What do you mean?
-That you haven't let go of that moment.

Those men are making
you face your own story.

And you're refusing to do it.

No.

Yes. You're right. It's true.

I'm always right.

That's why yesterday
you spent all afternoon crying

and bingeing on ice-cream.

Because you think
you'll be a spinster your whole life,

just like your mother used to say.

Of course not. I'm not a spinster.

You were left standing alone
for so long at the altar

you grew roots like a weeping willow.

I want us to talk
about the sense of belonging.

You know what I mean?

We're all from Mexico, right?

-Not me.
-No.

No, because I'm originally
from Puerto Rico.

But it's not true.

No. Don't digress.

By sense of belonging,
I mean your personal sense of belonging.

Finding that place we feel as our own.

Finding our tribe, the group we belong to.

Well, I got married to form a family,

to belong, but children grow up,

wives become lesbians...

No. Look. Sorry.

That bit about wives becoming lesbians...
It's not the flu, man.

Juan Gabriel said it, right?

All I know is I'm more lonely than ever.

I know exactly what you mean.

That's it. That's the connection.

Because loneliness, as painful
as it may be, can also be shared.

Then, we create a fraternity.

So, we should be friends?

Friends, pals.

Each and every one of you
is important to the group.

Your talents, your abilities,

everything can help elevate each other.
As Mahatma Gandhi once said,

"Giving one's hand to someone else
is one of the noblest,

"most sublime gestures."

Okay?

So, during this week,
please work as a team.

Feel free to solve
any specific problem together.

Create that sense
of belonging inside the group.

Remember each of you
is very important in the group.

Okay? All right. We're done for today.

Thank you, Tony. But that's not necessary.

You may just get up and leave.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Please.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Manchildren go through life alone,
trying to feed their ego.

None of them work in teams,
and we are going to prove it.

All right. We can talk here. It's empty.

What a depressing bar.

No, depressing was how the drunks
would get at my place, man.

They were all smiles and laughs.

And all of a sudden, they'd go,
"No, man. I love you." No, terrible.

Okay, what problem are we going to fix?

Isn't it obvious?
We have to fix this place.

But why? What's wrong?

-Are you kidding?
-It's pathetic.

Alcohol brings people. People bring money.

There're no people here.
So, there's no money.

The money is irrelevant.

Listen to him. No way.

Tony is right. Money is everything.

Look, I didn't buy this bar to make money,

but to feel something different.
It was an impulse.

Help me make it a success.

It could be a great place for Cuban trova,

and there in the corner, children...

-Stop!
-Stop what?

I know what we can do.

-Like this, look.
-No.

Karaoke is much better.

Look. Listen.

I'm not saying I don't like your ideas,

but I'd like to take it slowly.

Let's start with your look.
You're like a sick old grandpa.

Vic, you're a b*tch.

But he's right.
What's up with that sweater?

Do you get up every day
at 6:00 in the morning

and go, "I'm going to the bakery.
Anybody want a bread roll?"

Like, "These kids,

"wicked children, give me back my remote,
my soap opera is about to start."

-Okay, Tony, thank you. I get it.
-I'm glad.

Attention, everybody.

Tomorrow we'll start with Andrés.
Are you coming, Aldo?

I can't. My manager needs to talk
about Uranium 21,

and I really don't want to.

I think I can't join you either.

And with that cue, I'm leaving.
I have some girls waiting in my apartment.

I'm also leaving with the guy in blue.
Excuse me.

I'll be in the office. Sam!

-Get them a drink.
-Of course.

Don't even think about it.

Don't even think about it.

What's up with your friends?

Weren't we meeting tomorrow?

I came to sell
a car insurance policy to a client.

It's good, if you want one.

Manager and insurance broker. How lovely!

Sorry, but I can't live on arenas.

I mean, shows on arenas.
I haven't had a great run there yet.

I have great news for you!

Oh, no.

I'm not in the mood
for another reality show with celebrities.

What if I told you that I booked
every member of Uranium 21

for a mega comeback concert?

Impossible.

Well, with the ones still alive.

Ricky and Pablo have agreed.
What about you?

Tell them to wait another 10 years

because, to me,
Uranium 21 died the day Omar died.

Oh, please!
Uranium 21 was basically just you!

Only you could sing in tune.

I don't have any free time.

You set up an audition for me tomorrow

and I have to sleep, rest.
Otherwise, I get crow's feet

and swollen eyes.

Aldo, you live off a concert

for at least a year. Only one concert.

And you know I never exaggerate.

-At all.
-Ms. Ivette?

Mr. Lopez! Take a seat, please.

As I told you on the phone,

your life insurance will cover
up to three reincarnations. Three!

Let me get your file.

Can I go with you?

Why?

Well, the doctor told us
to do things together.

Not so close together.

Good morning. May I help you?

Plenty, honey.

But this is a matter of style,
and we've got it.

Okay.

Look, Andy. Try this on.
You'll look very handsome.

Tony, you can't show him that, please.

Relax. I'll show you my style.

People! New things are coming!

Hey, I heard
there will be a Uranium 21 reunion.

No. There won't be a Uranium 21 reunion.

No? Why?

Because, to me,
Uranium 21 died the day that...

I heard you.
Yes, sorry. I'm sorry. Pardon me.

And the audition is for a movie?

No.

A series?

No.

A documentary? A morning show?

No.

A commercial.

A commercial.

Aldo?

How are you? Nice to see you.

Pablo, from Uranium 21.

Hi.

Wow! What are you doing here?

To audition for the Poulterer's?

No, of course not.
This is one of my casting agencies.

-One of them?
-And you?

-I...
-He's here with me. I'm auditioning for...

Let's go to my office.
We have a lot to talk about.

-Your office?
-Of course.

Let's go.

Okay.

Come on.

Can you hand me some socks?

No way. That's the look.

It's too tight.

That's not a good look on you.

No, man. You look incredible.
You look handsome, fresh, successful.

-Hold on.
-Yes.

You look incredible.
Gradually, you will convince yourself.

I feel a little like...

A manchild?

That word's forbidden.

Man, take it! You look incredible in it.

A blazer for $957?

Yes, I have around five of these
at home, take it!

These pants can't cost more than $4.50.

They're all torn.

Maybe a $5.60?

I haven't seen that poster in years.

-Remember?
-How could I forget?

The night Mérida stopped.

It was incredible
because we broke the ticket sales record

in the whole of Yucatán Peninsula.

-It was a... b*mb!
-b*mb!

Speaking of...
I heard you rejected Ivette's invitation.

I see.

Meeting you here
wasn't a coincidence then.

Aldo, it's our opportunity.

The '90s are back.

Kids are listening to our music on TikTok.

-Yes, but to mock us.
-Mocking is the new cool.

It's the new trend.

I've been trying to do it for years.
We would be amazing.

Besides, everybody is doing it.
OV7, Jeans, Kabah...

Even Parchís announced a comeback.

I'm also making a documentary
so that people know the true story.

And they will go to the concerts.
Aldo, you will want to do this.

Hello?

Yes. He's here with me.
I'm close to persuading him.

Let me guess, Ivette?

Okay. Excellent.

Ricky confirmed.

So? Do you want to be famous again?

Puerto Rican, you know. They're pure fire.

Darling, Aldo!

I knew it was a bad idea
to have my ba*ls waxed.

Look, man. Women like a soft, even beach.

No kidding. Yours was full of seaweed.

Look at that beauty.

She's looking at me up and down.

She wants me, and you know why?

You don't know why, man?

'Cause I'm a prince, handsome.

I'm a potential stud in her life.

And that's thanks to my BDE.

What?

No way, man! It doesn't look "big" at all.

I'm not following.

Let's see. Observe and learn.

Lips.

Lips.

Hands.

Slick talk.

Baby, I'm the prince

who's going to take you
to the castle of your dreams.

-What?
-Man, that's his pick-up line.

Watch and learn.

-It worked!
-Of course.

Because he's an alpha male,
with a silverback and a nice soft a*s.

Vic, you got her number?

Of course not, grandpa.
I got her OnlyFans ID.

What?

You subscribe, and in less than a week,

you'll have her eating out of your hand.

Of course.

We're here.

So f*ck it.

-Come on, tiger, go!
-Make them sweat!

Aldo? Why you don't want
to have the reunion,

when all you talk about is being famous?

Because we were exploited.

They used our faces in mugs,
T-shirts, even tampons.

-And that bothers you?
-No, well...

The tampons do. But that's not the point.

The point is that we didn't see a dime.

They exploited us.

Don't you think this is your opportunity
to exploit the Uranium 21 brand?

-Who'd buy a tampon with my face on it?
-No, God, no.

I wasn't talking about that.

Aldo, you're not a kid anymore.

Nobody would exploit you now.

Actually, you should finally
take charge of your life.

And, between you and me,

I'd like to see that reunion.

-You? A fan?
-I know a few of the songs, yes.

And I'm a fan of Ricky Glamour,
who must look great.

Come on. Do it. Do what you know best.

Thank you.

KING CALACA VS THE SCOUNDREL

-Which one is it?
-I don't know.

-One of them must work. That one.
-It's this one.

Who is it?

-It's us.
-It's us.

Coming!

So it's a done deal. Come on in!

-It's been years!
-Yes.

-What's up?
-Come on in.

-Pablito.
-How are you doing?

-Roberto, well, Ro.
-Come in.

-Come on in. Make yourselves at home.
-Excuse me.

-Come on in.
-Excuse me. Sorry.

-Hi.
-Hi.

-Excuse me.
-Paula! Take the kids, please.

Come on, Catita. Go.

-Go on, Paulita. Go feed the baby.
-Okay, honey.

Come on. Thank you, Paulita.

-Who is this?
-A friend from therapy.

It's a long story, but he's a fan.

You married the president of our fan club?

Paulita, you remembered? Yes.

She doesn't admire me as much,
since I don't have any income.

We have six kids.
The seventh's on its way.

-Seven?
-Seven. Do you remember my mom?

She helps us out with her pension.
She gets it for being old.

So we manage.
And we have Kika's eggs, my hen.

Organic eggs,
in case you need any. The best.

Hey, I had them all.
I had the whole collection.

-You like them?
-Yes.

-They're sold out.
-Are they?

I saw them on the Internet.
They're $1,125 each.

Give me $281 for each.

Add my commission, Ricky.

Look at her.

You hear money, and you turn up.

-Well.
-I'll take $281 for all of them.

I only have $11 on me, but...

You're tough. You bargain.

You know how. Okay.

Guys. I'm glad we finally reunited.

The show at Guerrero Forum
is going to be wild.

-Yeah!
-No, that place is awful.

-He's the stingiest? Right there.
-No.

No, I was the dreamer.

-Yes.
-I thought I was the dreamer.

-No.
-Guys.

Let's not waste time.

Ugly or not, it's the perfect place
because of its capacity.

But you need
to start rehearsing right now.

Hey!

After having signed the contract
for the event,

with my 35% commission, of course.

Hold on.

How are we supposed to rehearse?
I mean, like this.

Like what? With my voice?

-I mean...
-The form...

No, sorry.

Aldo, it's not an issue.

If I dress you all in black, it's okay.

He's wearing black.

What?

Don't be fatphobic.

No, brother. It's a health issue.
About endurance, physique.

And who's going to replace Omar?

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

Him.

Do you know the choreographies?

All of them.

Of course. You're perfect.

You're a fan. You know the choreographies.

No, believe me?
I have a great eye for this.

I even got Erik Rubín into Timbiriche.

No way!

Princess...

Excuse me.

Man, what happened?

The hands, like J Balvin,
not like the Dalai Lama, man.

No, don't overdo it.
Let him find his own style.

We have our own style.

You don't have style, Tony.

Rubbish. Move over.

Blondie!

Come on, you just earned my respect, Tony.

The thing is that he has...

Something here in his face
doesn't quite match everything else.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

-Botox.
-f*ck.

No. I won't be a laughing stock.

Look, man.

What I have in my hands belongs to me.

If my buddy doesn't get laid this weekend,

I'll no longer
be Víctor Marcelo Hank Legorreta.

I'll make you the man
I want you to be or nothing at all.

Understood?

Let me go. Or I'll check your prostate
with the thing in your hand.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight!

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...

-Okay. No.
-What happened?

-Let's do it with music.
-With music?

-Ready? Come on.
-Yes.

One, two...

Torso!

Double step!

-Double step.
-Yes, come on.

Sick heart.

A step.

Hand up front. Come on. Yes.

Suffering.

Torso again.

Legs. In.

-And there?
-Hands up.

Side to side, now.

From two.

Back.

Let's see...

-What happened?
-Sorry, the thing is...

I don't trust wild animals.

What wild animals? Kika's a just a hen.

She won't hurt you.

No, but it's been two hours

and we can't even do
the easiest choreography.

Of course, honey.

Your wedding will be amazing, you'll see.

I'm the best wedding planner in Ixtacalco.

You'll see. Trust me.

Hey, I... I'll call you later?
Yes, let's talk details then.

Okay, bye. What's going on?

Ricky can't do the death move at the end,

and without it,
the choreography is no good.

And you are not... Did you see it?

No. Sorry, but Rome wasn't built in a day.

And you've rehearsed for just 10 minutes?

He's not in shape!

-Make an effort!
-He's fat!

Give it your all, Ricky!
Give it your all. Come on!

Thank you!

That's it, Pablo. Hit it. All right!
Get to work!

I know what can help us.

From the last tour.

The orange one is Omar's.
May he rest in peace.

The blue one, Aldo's.
It still smells like you.

Red. Paula removed the stains
under the armpits.

You know you have that problem.

Aldo!

Uranium 21!

-We're Uranium 21.
-Yes, sir.

My men!

-Yes!
-Uranium 21.

Brother, put some testosterone into it.

Almost got it.

You get up, you turn...

You fall.

Okay. That's right.

Come on.

-Yes!
-Yes, we did it!

-I can't do it.
-Was it open rehearsal?

Wow. Finally.

-Everything all right?
-Hi, doc.

Sorry. I didn't get that.

He's saying he's allergic to Botox.

But once the swelling goes down,
you're going to look amazing, king.

Let's see...

So, how...

How did you do yesterday?

All right. We rehearsed
some dance moves. He's a god.

Yes.

That...

Yes. It looked pretty good.

Pretty good, yeah. Look.

-Same time next week?
-Yes.

On time.

Let's go. Okay.

-Careful.
-Great.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

See you.

-Gina, can I call you Gina?
-No.

Of course, Doctor.

I want to say this without sounding rude.

But in the beginning, all this seemed
like total nonsense to me.

But slowly I realized
the guys were feeling better,

and I, personally, was feeling better.

And you were right.

The idea of helping others
is helpful, very helpful.

-Yes.
-Yes. I'm glad.

-Yeah, okay.
-Okay, see you.

Yes, of course.

-Have a good day.
-Yeah.

-Thank you.
-See you next week.

-Hi.
-Hi.

You came to return the clothes, right?

Yes, they're not my style.

They didn't look so bad.

You said I looked like a manchild.

Nobody said that was a bad thing.

What's weird is this...

Long story.

I think it's cool you're trying
to find your own style.

Just remember you look better
when you feel comfortable. Am I clear?

Would you be comfortable
giving me your OnlyFans?

I don't have OnlyFans,
I can give you my phone number.

-Yes, and you are...
-Sara.

We all got the moves right.

But Ricky did the death jump,
and he held his own weight.

-We're going to k*ll it!
-Yes.

Thank you.

Thank you for persuading me to do this.

-What?
-He is saying, "Cheers."

Twice.

It's mine.

What's up, Ivette?

You played it well.

Tell them I want three tickets.

No, no sauce.

What?

What happened?

Okay.

Thank you.

What happened?

There'll be no reunion.

-Damn it! I knew it!
-Why not?

Ricky was rehearsing "Sick Heart" and...

No!

He suffered a heart attack?

While rehearsing "Sick Heart"?

And Omar died electrocuted
while singing "Electrocute me, Love."

It's like a curse.

Don't sing "Drowned in Love."

-No.
-It's Uranium 21's curse.

I knew I shouldn't have agreed.

-No!
-Wait!

-No, man.
-He's going to drown!

Uranium 21,
a band that conquered the world,

but was always surrounded
by curses and failed reunions.

Currently, Pablo Rudovsky,
who still looks 20,

is a successful businessman
and a philanthropist

who moved to another country
fearing he would suffer a tragedy.

Aldo Schumman is trying to find his way,

and he still claims
he was born in Puerto Rico.

Omar Amor and Ricky Glamour

still live on in our hearts
and in their lyrics.