Rojo Sangre

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As soon as I saw you I

thought:
That's Pablo Thevenet.

Actually, you shouldn't be here.

It's never too late for another

humiliation, don't you think?

Want one? -No, Thanks.

I don't smoke cigarettes,

it's against my principles.

I don't know how many times I've

tried to quit smoking, but I can't,

Tobacco is a horrible vice,

I'm into absinthe and older women.

That's how I get high,

but just a little, okay?

A little? Just a little?

I understand. I understand everything.

When I get depressed, which

is frequent in the profession,

I turn to an infallible

vice, a real delight.

- I shove mice up my ass.

- How horrible!

The little animals suffer a bit,

but someone always suffers

for others' delight.

- And... how do you do that?

- Well,

I put the mice in a condom,

and then shove them in.

The little animals stir

around until they suffocate.

That movement,

that death rattling inside

gives me tremendous pleasure.

You try it. It's like

a religious experience.

Some guy used to sing

that. -Yes, that guy...

Mr. Thevenet, you can go in now.

If it weren't for the money,

I'd f*** them all up the ass.

They would need mice to get relief.

Take it easy, you're a star.

Well, you were, but

that's the way things are.

The boss is always the boss.

We must survive, and

this is a hell of a world.

You can say that again. Well, see you.

Mr. Thevenet. Please!

I'm coming, miss.

Are you always so slow?

I'm sorry, the smaller parts are

always the last ones selected.

You pay very little.

That's all there is for this

part. Production is in charge.

Listen, honey, look at

me. Aren't I familiar?

- You don't recognize me?

- Sincerely, no.

This is the first time I've seen you.

Listen, beautiful,

while you were sucking your Mom's

tit, I was doing great plays,

Shakespeare, Pirandello,

Benavente, Jardiel Poncela.

And I starred in many

films, one after the other.

Madrid al desnudo, "El

caminante", "Inquisition",

El huerto del frances,

"Mi amigo el vagabundo"

and above all "Amores", 1978.

It was a indescribable

success, I was devastating.

I'm sorry, sir. In '78, when

you were starring in films,

I wasn't born yet.

Of course, that's true. You're right.

Mr. Thevenet.

Hello. -Sit down.

Well, Mr. Thevenet,

remember, you're a bank director,

tough, of course, but

with great humanity.

Pepa, action! Read that text.

Mr. Longoria, please, I need that loan!

Yanes, this isn't a charity

foundation, it's a bank!

Cut...!

You're not Marlon Brando, so

don't try to imitate someone

above your possibilities.

Try to be yourself.

Pepa, action! Read that text.

Mr. Longoria, please, I need that loan!

- Yanes, this isn't a charity...

- Cut...!

Kid, I am being myself.

I don't need to imitate.

I'm Pablo Thevenet.

I've done it all in theatre and cinema.

You may have done it all in

cinema, but I'm directing this spot.

- Chema... We do it again?

- No, I've seen enough.

My test.

Was it okay?

- Next please.

Will I do the spot?

Who the f*** answers?

I can't answer yet, there's

a lot of people to see.

Having done it all in cinema,

you should know how this works.

And don't f***in' yell!

Mr. Thevenet, we'll

call you, don't worry.

We'll call you. I've

heard that many times.

But the phone never rings. Never!

The screen test is over.

Just get out without raising a ruckus.

Listen, I played Don Juan Tenorio

at the Teatro Clasico, and more.

That should tells you

something. I'm a good actor.

Okay, Mr. Brando, I

am going to answer you.

You are not going to do the spot, no,

because you seem to me a

pathetic and deplorable actor.

Send Coppola a picture, he may

cast you for "The Godfather IV".

Or drop by the Teatro

Clasico on November 2nd,

I hear they don't have a Don Juan.

This is a load of sh*t!

The glory, the fame, the money.

If it was necessary you'd even sell

your parents. Only success is important!

But there are many deep throats

to swallow whatever they can.

Look, I came apart on the way a

long time ago, and you know why?

Because I'm an honest guy.

Mr. Thevenet, I am very

busy and would appreciate

your getting the f*** out of

here and stopping your whining.

Now could I drink hot blood

and do such bitter business

as the day would quake to look on.

Hamlet.

Well, that's nice,

you've read Shakespeare.

Mr. Thevenet, your coat.

Thank you,

you're very pretty.

You have the qualities to

get ahead in this profession.

A pretty face and a model's figure.

- I want to be an actress.

- Julia, what's going on?

Sh*t, get the next one,

Chema's having a fit.

Good luck, beautiful.

And remember, with good silicone,

there's no need for talent.

Good-bye, beautiful.

BLOOD RED:

Pablo, I do what I can

but some put me off

and others just say no.

Young directors don't know you,

and the veterans have forgot you.

I had trouble getting

you today's casting.

I don't want to lie or

give you false hopes.

I think you'd better spend

your time on something else.

Something else! But what else?

I'm forsaken, doors have closed.

That's life. You're not producing or

directing anymore. Why lie to yourself?

Your next stop is oblivion.

Martin, I beg you. I need to work.

I'm disappointed in you, Pablo.

The production director

call this morning.

The director won't see you.

That director's an arrogant

kid. I just put him in his place.

What about Alejo?

He says they've cast all the parts.

The cast is complete.

Things are rather f***ed up, Pablo.

F*** Matin, what are you telling me?

Pablo, there's work for whoever

is in the limelight, you know that.

You know what sells.

Love affairs, divorces, beatings,

sex, appearing nude in magazines.

In short, hoax after hoax.

Weird people work,

and so do ugly people.

Martin, it's not always like that. A

lot of serious people get loads of work.

Why can't I be one of them?

Listen, I have an idea.

The light bulb has gone on.

A friend from a stag club

called. It's a luxury club.

They need an actor.

I don't joke nor dance nude.

No, they want someone

who knows make-up.

What's it about?

It's something like

a doorman-entertainer.

Doorman-entertainer?

You'd have to make yourself up

to do a little act at the door.

That's ending up in the garbage

can like a piece of sh*t!

Don't exaggerate.

This is their business card and that's

the name of the public relations person.

Go see her soon, there'll

be loads of candidates.

Dora Grizzel, what a weird name.

You go see her. Try it.

I'll go, but find me

something more dignified.

Listen Pablo, don't take this badly,

but maybe it's convenient

for you to find another agent.

We're both wasting our time, Pablo.

Son of a b*tch, you drop

me when I need you most.

POTATO OMELETTE SANDWICH 2.30

EUROS:

Wow, what melons! See the photos?

It was about time she

sold the exclusive.

Yes uncle, after the bit with

the house she disappeared.

She had an affair with a director

who wouldn't let her sell it.

But she ran off with a producer.

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