Cromanon (2024) s01e01 Episode Script

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Though this story is based on real events,
characters and dialogues
have been fictionalized.
Come on!
On December 30, 2004, in Buenos Aires,
thousands of young fans
went to see Callejeros
in concert at República Cromañón.
The best rock and roll band
It's motherfucking Callejeros
Good evening, Cromañón!
- Are you going to behave?
- Yes!
Two minutes into the concert,
a flare set the ceiling on fire,
causing a catastrophe
that scarred an entire country forever.
Julia!
No!
CROMAÑÓN: THE NIGHT OF THE FIRE
MORE FOR LESS
FOUR YEARS LATER
Cleaning staff needed in aisle two.
CROMAÑÓN SURVIVOR TAKES HIS OWN LIFE
Malena!
Once more, we are mourning a loss.
VICTIMS' LAWYER
The massacre at Cromañón hasn't ended.
Our kids keep dying and the Government
has to take responsibility.
In a few days, hundreds of survivors
will testify in court.
We have to listen to them
and support them.
We can't turn our backs on them
because they know what happened.
They were there.
Thanks.
That was Carlos Binder,
lawyer of the Cromañón victims.
Javier Filgueiras' suicide
takes place just days before the trial
where the accused parties will be
the rock band Callejeros, Omar Chabán,
and the former mayor of Buenos Aires,
Aníbal
INCOMING CALL
CARLOS BINDER
REJECTED
VOICEMAIL
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MESSAGE
CARLOS BINDER
Hello, Male. This is Carlos Binder.
As you know,
I'm leading the Cromañón case.
I'm calling
because we found your backpack.
The one you had that night.
It was among the belongings of a survivor
who unfortunately committed suicide.
I wanted to tell you how it happened
and ask you if there's any chance
DECEMBER 24, 2004
LOOKS
I've always found it weird.
We haven't even toasted here,
and in Sydney they're having
panettone for breakfast.
Is Sydney in Australia?
Did you graduate from high school?
Enough with the random chords.
- Play one of your songs for me.
- No way. It isn't ready.
Male, come on. I'm your mom.
Don't be coy about it.
Do it as a Christmas present. Come on.
Shall I get you another one?
I'm going to swell like a toad.
Okay, bring another one.
But then, will you play a song?
How about a concert?
So funny.
- I swear.
- I believe you.
You really like your family.
- Having fun?
- Shut up, asshole.
You know how many times
he told me that story?
He even pauses at the same parts.
It's unbelievable.
Well, you know him.
Tami, can I use the toilet?
Go help your neighbor.
- It's your turn.
- No. I can't. I'm eating.
Scumbag.
I'm eating too. I swear.
Hey, you two look like idiots.
Come on. Seriously.
Son, can you turn that crap off?
We're going to have a toast.
Sure. I'll play Boom Boom for you.
That's classy.
You mess with Bisbal
and I'll kick you out.
- You too.
- I have nothing to do with it.
- How's it going?
- Wine?
Yes, please.
Yes.
NICO:
Bring your mom's panettone!!
It's not wrong
To dance naked over the sea water
Yes, I want to see you like that
- Can you knock?
- I did, but you didn't hear me.
- Well
- It sounds good.
- You like it?
- A lot.
What are you up to, kid?
If Santi comes, don't tell.
Santi, my ass. Get out!
- The two of you. Out!
- Go.
LUCAS BINDER:
Of course, freeloader
What's up?
Do you have a joint?
- I'm asking you bluntly.
- Yes, here it is.
- You have to survive the holidays.
- Great.
Here you go, queen.
Thanks, princess.
Bummer. It doesn't work.
Your songs are beautiful.
I get depressed listening to myself.
That guy reminds me of Tuti.
Remember Tuti?
Who?
Tuti. The guy I had a fling with.
The one who came to fix the roof.
- Not a fling. A touch and go.
- Mom!
- Yes, I remember now.
- Okay.
Go ahead.
- Hello.
- Merry Christmas, Malenuchi.
It's not midnight yet, Luqui.
But I'm very organized.
If you open the store,
you'll sell all the cigarettes.
I saved a pack for you.
Thank you, gorgeous.
- Well, see you.
- Okay.
Tell Mom to stop insisting
on me going to Mar del Plata.
- I'm not coming.
- Your grandma is expecting us.
Callejeros is playing!
You've seen them twice already!
It's the best concert of all.
The last one this year. Their best album.
It's an ordinary band.
They're not Pink Floyd.
Ordinary? You listen to old bands.
- And you listen to modern bands?
- You haven't listened to Callejeros.
Let's see, teenagers.
Go back to the table.
It's almost midnight.
You look so hot!
No! That's awesome!
Go, Huracán!
Go, Huracán!
Merry Christmas, neighbor!
Mom, that's great!
You wanted to attend all three shows.
This is the last one.
- On the 30th.
- You rock. I love you.
I love you more, darling.
Dance, Lu!
Come on, girl!
Do you know it?
You didn't!
- I love you, sis!
- I love you!
You'd better win.
Hey!
There you are!
- Merry Christmas, friend!
- Merry Christmas!
Will you be ready for the competition?
Totally. It's in a month.
On Friday, I'll start training hard
with the new roller skates.
Guys will line up to see me.
You don't need new roller skates for that.
In any case, the only guy I care about
is not into me.
Enough with Cheti.
You guys fuck, you have fun.
What else do you want?
Are you really asking me that?
You and Luqui love each other
and don't cheat on each other.
- I want that.
- Dump him and you'll see.
Easy for you to say that.
Seriously. If it's not him,
there will be others.
- What about Betty's gift?
- She's the best.
She gave me a T-shirt
and a ticket for the Callejeros concert.
I'm going to Cromañón for the three shows.
It'll be great! All I need is a tent.
I'll support the band there.
You want to see the same band three times?
I told you. It's not the same.
They play a different album each time.
On the 30th, they play their last album.
Get a ticket from Juli and come with me.
It's not my style. Too loud.
Come on, friend!
Good evening, ladies.
- Hi, Nico. Merry Christmas.
- The same.
Wow, you're thirsty!
I was so parched.
Hello.
Shall I go help?
Okay.
Sir, let me help you.
Want a little hit from a Paraguayan?
- You're offering me that?
- Yes, why?
I'll burn my face. Look at it!
Don't be a sissy, Malena.
- Careful with these.
- Yes, are you kidding me?
- I'm serious. Come on.
- Can you smoke?
Okay, forget it.
I burnt all your eyelashes.
- Where are you going?
- To take a leak.
- I'll go with you.
- Come on.
- It's freezing, right?
- Yes.
What's with the tattoo?
- Can you zip it up or not?
- I don't know.
- Are you coming back to the party?
- No, I'm leaving.
Merry Christmas!
- Hey, finally!
- Go, Villa Celina!
- Now?
- Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
- How was it?
- Good. You?
Good.
- Merry Christmas.
- Happy holidays.
And this Huracán T-shirt?
It's a Christmas gift, bro.
It's great!
It looks vintage.
It is. Houseman wore it.
- Are you kidding?
- I'm serious.
My dad helped him once
and he gave it to him.
The Binders.
Whatever, it's hideous.
Hideous? While you insult me, I feed you.
That's from my mom.
You are the only one who eats it.
- Silvita rocks!
- It's disgusting.
- Hi, Luqui.
- Hi, Lu.
This panettone is delicious.
Merry Christmas, you bunch of parasites.
- Hey!
- Merry Christmas, Cheti!
- Define "parasite," Cheti.
- Shut up, snitch.
You're a caveman.
Luli, my love.
I take it that beer is for me.
Make him pay for it.
- Weren't we drinking that?
- Yes.
- Come here.
- This is my gift for you.
- No, wait. Come here.
- What?
- What is it?
- I have a gift for you too.
So mysterious! What is it?
- No way. My God.
- And your smokes.
- I'm dying for a smoke.
- Give me that.
What is it?
- No way! It's great!
- Yes!
Let's see what we have here. No way!
- Thanks for the good luck.
- Welcome.
Can I say something?
Don't scare me.
No way.
- You're kidding me?
- Betty gave it to me.
Shit! I wanna die!
It's fine. We'll pretend it didn't happen.
You wanted to act all romantic
and it went wrong.
Shut up, fool.
Don't worry.
I'll buy it from you, half price.
Aren't you going to Mar del Plata?
We'll give it to Cheti's sister.
She wants to go and doesn't have a ticket.
Who tells you what to say? My mom?
If you give it to me, I'll stay here.
Besides, she's too young to go.
Isn't she 13?
- She's 15.
- Same thing.
What am I hearing?
There's a ticket for my sister
and a despicable bass player
wants to steal it?
- Over my dead body.
- What's with this guy?
Hey, bionic ears,
you're out of the picture, man.
Listen, deadbeat.
- I wanna tell you something.
- Now?
Yes, come. I wanna tell you something.
There's good news for the band, bro.
Merry Christmas, bro.
What are you guys doing?
We're jamming a bit. Merry Christmas.
Merry Christmas.
With some plates and forks,
we could form a band.
Give me the guitar.
It's bigger than you, Anita.
- I heard what you said.
- What?
- You said I was 13.
- Sorry. I meant 15.
- It's the same.
- My ass.
- What's the matter?
- I want my ticket.
Merry Christmas. I love you too.
You're so welcoming. I like it.
Very enthusiastic. Cool.
- Will you give it to me?
- Yes.
Yes?
Let's put some music on.
Your sister works at Cromañón?
- Yes, but I try not to
- So it's settled then, right?
She's like Don Corleone, man.
"I'll make you an offer you can't refuse."
- Who does she get it from?
- I don't know.
She doesn't let in the bands
that owe us money.
She has me on a short leash.
- Well done, Anita.
- Well done, my ass.
She's too young to be a capitalist.
- You're right.
- Yes.
Let's get to the point.
- Alemán is coming to see us tomorrow.
- What? How did you do it?
I sent him a demo and he liked it.
He's one of Cosquín Festival's organizers.
He's managing bands
and setting dates for the summer.
He wants to see us play.
The Sunday after Christmas?
It has to be now because a band canceled
for a festival on January 8th, in Gesell.
He wants us to play there
and Peces Chinos won't chicken out.
Besides, this is the time.
We're playing better than ever.
Yes, you guys sound better every day.
This is the time for this type of music.
We can't miss the chance.
Look at Callejeros.
They started like us and now
they have three concerts at Cromañón.
Maybe next time we'll open for them.
- Okay. Cool your jets, champ. Relax.
- Go Peces Chinos.
No, there's no relaxing.
We have to believe in ourselves.
I don't wanna spend all my life
playing once a year for ten people.
I want to rock and roll.
I want to go on tours,
and our songs playing on the radio.
- Naked girls in our dressing room.
- Nice!
You're cute
with your delusions of greatness.
Delusions, why?
Don't you believe in Peces Chinos?
Because I believe in you, princess.
You're full of shit.
Calm down, horndog.
- Nico, hand me the bass
- I'll show you what I mean.
There, and then you play this one
I like the south too.
The Seven Lakes, and all that.
We could go from Ushuaia to La Quiaca.
- What?
- We travel for three months.
My boyfriend is nuts!
- Are you paying?
- Obviously!
Hitchhiking is on me.
Come on, Luquita! I dare you. Come on!
You want to bite the dust.
Come on, I'll make you eat dirt.
- There!
- Take that!
Motherfucker!
Get a room. I need to pee!
Motherfucker, get lost!
Fuck you, Cheti!
Careful, it's going up.
I almost have you.
Goal! Player number 9
with an amazing shot!
The goalkeeper was helpless.
San Lorenzo increases its advantage
over Huracán.
You're spinning it all the time.
You're a sore loser. Stop whining.
Come on, kick off. Go.
What's with this bike?
Let's see. Move, man!
- What?
- This is the moment of truth.
The winner takes the ticket for the 30th.
- Deal?
- Deal. Great.
You'll be the referee.
- Let's go.
- All right.
Come on. Go.
You always want to win, Cheti!
You're addicted to winning.
But you'll lose this time.
Shut up. Even with that face,
you also win more times than you should.
Careful!
Watch out!
Goal! What a great goal!
Look who's got balls now!
- Look who's here.
- Hi.
- Hey, Víctor. Merry Christmas!
- How are you guys?
Happy Holidays, man.
Come on, man.
Damn it, man.
Come on, dude.
What the fuck, Víctor?
- You almost gave me a heart attack.
- I lost my hearing forever.
Where's the Christmas spirit?
What's up, guys? Merry Christmas!
You're on LSD already.
You forgot about Tuca!
No.
Come on. Baby Jesus resurrected, dude!
He was born, you idiot.
All the more reason.
Why don't you all change that face?
Especially you.
I'm fine, Víctor, but don't light
firecrackers close to the store,
or you'll have to cross the highway
to get your beer.
- Cross the highway? I'm on my way.
- Listen.
- You'll be famous.
- Me?
- Come. I'll tell you about it.
- Cheti, where are you going? Come play.
The players need a break, bro.
Dude, let's go.
You're leaving? Where are you going?
I'll just go there one second.
What are you doing?
Is that idiot on drugs?
I still have some left. Want some?
I wasn't planning on it, but okay.
Is it mild?
So, that's the idea, man.
A show in Gesell and then, who knows?
Pepe.
- Pepe, who? Motherfucker.
- You're Pepe.
Comrades.
Seems I'll be joining you tonight.
I'm doing some LSD.
Wow!
This guy is unleashed.
The people's teacher.
Throw it!
Luquita, your big time has come.
How strong is it?
Welcome to the invisible rockers club.
- Nico?
- Give it to me.
Give it to me.
It's really bitter.
This is not hitting me.
You just took it!
- How long till it hits?
- Don't know, a bit.
My tongue is numb.
Who's dumb?
- My tongue is numb.
- "My tongue is numb."
Wait.
- What do I do?
- Hi.
Take a picture! Come on.
- Take it!
- Go, Villa Celina!
VILLA CELINA'S PROJECTS
I heard there's a ticket for the 30th
going around. I want it too.
Stop freeloading. It's not cool, really.
Shut the fuck up. You want it too.
Get out of here, Tuca.
They're fighting over my ticket
and you say nothing.
It's my present.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I think Tamarita and I
are gonna make a transaction.
Is the market open?
- You want to join in?
- Yes.
Let's go.
- Okay, guys.
- Bye, family.
See you.
Who's riding?
Only the good ones are left.
You know? You know, man?
One of us is gonna win
the ticket for the 30th.
Fair and square.
It's you or me,
on behalf of my little sis.
Listen, Cheti.
Whoever chugs a bottle of beer
the fastest, gets the ticket.
You're gonna lose.
- Are you in?
- Deal.
- Can I take a couple of beers?
- Just one.
Two, for the competition.
- Below the waist. Come on.
- Three, two, one. Go.
- Come on!
- Come on!
Go, Nico.
He's spitting. That's cheating.
- I won.
- I won.
- I won. What are you saying?
- No way. I won, didn't I?
- So?
- So?
Who won?
What happened?
Didn't you see? Clearly, I won.
Don't be a sore
Oh, no.
- What did he take?
- It's bad.
A Christmas Eve shake. What else?
- You're wasted, Luqui.
- I'll take you home.
Here.
- Let him stay here.
- I'm okay.
- All right.
- I'm taking you.
- You sure?
- Yes.
- He'll be okay.
- I'll get Anita.
Listen.
Get rid of the bottles
so my parents don't get angry.
- Okay.
- Thanks.
- Where are we going?
- He'll be fine. Let's go to bed.
Do you need a hand?
Yes, thanks.
How does that song start?
She existed
She existed
- Only in a dream
- Only in a dream
And he's the poem that the poet
Never wrote
Come help me.
Wait, let me help you.
And in eternity they both
- Merged their souls
- Merged their souls
To bring life to this sad
- Love song
- Love song
- What a great song.
- Come here.
- Are we done?
- No.
Just help me with this room.
- Do you have the key?
- What are neighbors for?
Cool.
There.
He's like the sea
- And she's like the moon
- Like the moon
And on full moon nights
They make love
And in eternity
They both merged their souls
To bring life
To this sad love song
Damn it.
Fly around.
Why can't we do that?
I don't know.
- Maybe because we have drugs.
- Yes.
- Right?
- Yes.
What time's the next bus to Buenos Aires?
I have an idea.
What would be your favorite superpower?
- If you had to pick.
- What?
Mine would be flying, for sure.
Flying is my thing.
I was born for that. I wanna fly.
Your thing?
Yes, no question about it.
What would you choose?
That's hard, man.
Singing.
Singing, yes.
- That's not a superpower.
- Why?
Besides, you already sing.
No, I want to sing for real, Nicolás.
Janis Joplin style, do you get it?
I want to sing and shout.
- Is that what Janis Joplin did?
- Yes.
Well, not really. Not like that.
When I listen to her
When she sings, I don't know, it's like
opening the shower faucet,
but fire comes out. Get it?
- A fire shower?
- Yes.
That's awesome, "A fire shower."
I love it, Male.
Did you like it?
- I'm gonna steal it for a song.
- Look at you.
- Yes.
- A poet of rock music.
You steal and then write, it turns out.
Yes.
Obviously. You have to steal big.
The best writing
comes from stealing everywhere.
I don't know. Would you like
Would you like to be famous?
- Well-known?
- I don't know.
I don't know.
I want to sing and make music, but
I don't care too much
about the other stuff.
Don't you think?
Now you have to ask me a question.
- So the game goes on.
- Okay.
- Get it?
- I do. Makes sense.
Let's see.
If you had a crystal ball
to predict the future
Yes.
If you could ask it a question
- about yourself,
- Yeah.
what would you ask?
I'd ask
what is wrong
inside of me.
He's like a god
- And she's like the Virgin
- And she's like the Virgin
What's happening to me now.
And the gods taught them
To sin
And in eternity
They both merged their souls
To bring life to this sad
Love song
To this sad love song
Rosario Express announces the departure
of its bus to Retiro from platform 4.
- Do you have any luggage?
- No.
Hello, Male. This is Carlos Binder.
As you know,
I'm leading the Cromañón case.
I'm calling
because we found your backpack.
The one you had that night.
It was among the belongings of a survivor
who unfortunately committed suicide.
I wanted to tell you how it happened
and ask you if there's any chance
you would be up for testifying.