45 RPM (45 Revoluciones)

NETFLIX PRESENTS

INSPIRED BY REAL EVENTS

MADRID, NOVEMBER 1962 MATINEE SHOW, CIRCO PRICE

And they are the Pekenikes!

What a combo, people! What a combo!

Will you give me a beat, Pepe?

With them we say goodbye to another Sunday.

Until next time, here at the Price,

with your host, Miguel Ángel Nieto...

We have a stage-crasher.

Help me out. Rock 'n' roll in A, okay? In A.

I'm sorry. What's up, Madrid?

I'm Robert Aguirre!

Let's go!

Fuck!

Give me back my guitar!

Thanks, Mr. Nice Guy!

Quite a scene you made in there, kid.

- Yeah, thanks. - No, I should thank you.

I haven't had so much fun in ages.

By the way, what you prefer: Robert, Roberto?

- I don't care, whatever. - Robert.

If you had a wish, what would you ask for, Robert?

Nothing. Sorry, I stopped believing in wishes a long time ago.

- So why did you come? - I felt like playing and jumped up.

Sure. But you could've sneaked in to a little joint or a college,

and you sneaked into the Price in front of hundreds of people.

Do you know why?

You were itching to play here.

Most of us in showbiz want the same thing: success.

That's what you want, right?

You ask a lot of questions. You're not a Social, are you?

Do I look like a cop?

- What would you give? - For musical success? Everything.

- Do you have a record company? - Do I look like I do?

- Guillermo Rojas, Futura Records. - Is it known?

It's a new label, but I've been in it for 15 years.

If you let me guide you, I can give you success.

Next time you won't have to sneak in, your name will be up there.

What do you say?

Robert...

Let go of me, damn it!

45 REVOLUTIONS

"Futura, a sub-label of Golden, committed to the latest music".

"Futura, a sub-label of Golden, committed to the latest music".

"Futura, a sub-label of Golden, committed to the latest music".

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Excuse me... - I'll take care of it.

Excuse me... Can I help you?

- I came to see Mr. Zabala. - I'm sorry,

he's in a meeting with the owner. Shall I leave a message?

Don't worry, I'll give it to him.

These are the numbers. As you see, last year was great.

If you look at the projection...

- If I may... Sorry to bother you. - Sorry, Mr. Zabala, Don Alfredo.

- Do I know you? - Sorry for the interruption.

- Get out right now. - You're Don Alfredo, right?

I'm Guillermo Rojas. Maybe you've heard of me.

- I worked in Golden for Mr. Zabala. - Until he lost his edge.

- Until you fired me for no reason. - You think it's no reason

that you hired our last three failures?

The problem wasn't the artists, it was the sales approach.

- Sure, Rojas is never to blame. - For my mistakes, not those of others.

This isn't the time or the place.

- Maribel, see this man out. - I won't bother you long.

- I have a proposition. - No.

Yesterday at the Price, 5,000 people.

- Sold out. - Yes, until the cops turned up.

Regime propaganda, the kids weren't doing anything.

They worry it'll get bigger. And they're not wrong, it will.

- So big, it'll blow away everything. - What do you know?

I was there. You should've seen the audience, incredible.

We may not get their music, but these kids are the future.

Times change and Golden can't lag behind.

We have all the top hits, that's not "lagging behind".

You do now, but in a few months you'll have none.

- What do you want, young man? - A new line inside Golden.

Come on! Please! Don't listen to him.

Hold on, let him finish.

Futura,

a sub-label of Golden, committed to the latest music.

Guillermo, this is a business. Businesses run on numbers

and they say that we have to release Marisol's new record.

Right, but the world's changed.

And business isn't just short-term profit, but guessing where the industry is going.

- This is the way. - Don't listen to him, please.

Girl, how old are you?

- Me? - Yes, there's no other girl here.

21, sir.

- What records do you listen to? - The ones Golden makes.

- A young girl listens to our records. - Is that the truth?

- Yes. Yes, yes. - Are you sure?

My 15-year-old granddaughter lies as badly as you.

You look like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth.

I really listen to The Honors.

- They don't ring a bell. Others? - Los Relámpagos, Los Mustang,

Los Pekenikes, Los Flaps?

What label are they on?

None, as far as I know. I've only seen them live

- at Pasapoga, Castelló or the Price. - All these kids are going to make it.

- They can make you lots of money. - I have lots of money.

You can always have more,

unless you'd rather give them to the competition.

Zabala, give this young man an office.

And a secretary. Put him to work.

- We'll see what he can do. - You're making a big mistake.

If that's true, we'll soon find out.

I want to hear something soon. You have three months.

Two is more than enough, sir.

Zabala, we'll continue this tomorrow.

- Wait. - Thank you, sweetheart.

Maribel, give him the office upstairs, the little one.

Don't get too comfortable, you won't last long here.

- Don Alfredo. Excuse me, please. - Thank you.

- I was thinking. This idea... - It's good.

This Rojas has a nose for it, he knows his stuff.

One of his strengths is selling hot air, but he's flawed, I know him well.

I noticed that you two don't get on so well.

I don't care what happened between you two.

Mr. Rojas is right, we have to open up to the youth market.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but you haven't been in the record industry long.

You'd have to look at the pros and cons...

Do you think that's why I bought this label?

No, that's why I have you, Zabala. You're in charge,

you do the accounts, you make me money.

Do you know why I bought this label?

- No, I don't know. - Well, partly because...

the offices are pretty, the carpet's perfect.

But it wasn't just that. It was because I love music.

But of all the labels, do you know why I chose Golden?

- Because we're the best? - Exactly, because we're the best.

And I want us to stay that way for many years.

Yes, and we will. And it's great that we're opening up to the youth market.

I'm just saying that Guillermo Rojas isn't the right man.

We have three months to find out, don't we?

Thank you.

- Take this to Accounting. - Shall I show you your office?

- Mari, where are you going? - I'll take care of it.

Wait! I'll take you.

- Good morning. - Down the end, Mr. Rojas.

- Hi, how are you? - Excuse me.

- Wait. - Good morning.

Wait. Wait, Mr. Rojas.

It's here.

This... is your office.

- Is this the punishment room? - We keep the office supplies here.

It'll be fine after it's cleaned.

- And this junk's thrown out. - And it's cleaned a few more times.

You know what? It'll be fine.

- This desk is for you. - What do you mean, for me?

- You'll be working with me. - No,

they asked me to get a secretary. I was thinking of Remedios.

The old lady with the bouffant and curlers in the morning?

She's our best secretary, she has tons of experience.

I'm sure. I bet she was here before they built the building.

Experience is a plus,

except when you're producing music for young people.

Then do you know what is a plus? Being young, like you.

- And you like modern music. - I don't know if I can help you.

- I think so. I saw you at the Price. - What?

- Screaming. - No, that wasn't me.

Sure. You scream a lot. You don't look like a screamer, but you scream.

I saw you try to get onstage.

- "Juan, I love you!" - I didn't... I didn't say that!

You didn't, but you did.

So you were at the Price, you were screaming.

What's wrong with going to the Price with your boyfriend?

Okay, it's not wrong, but liking the Pekenikes doesn't mean

- I want to work with you, sir. - Just "with you".

If we're going to work together, cut out the "sir", I'm not that old.

Okay. Let's suppose, sir... Sorry, let's suppose

that I want to work with you. Why do you think I can help?

You have long fingers, a pianist's hands, you know about music, you're young,

you were in the Price. You have good taste.

You won't need to get my suits from the dry cleaner's

or buy gifts for my wife, because I don't have one.

But I will take you to concerts and listen to your opinion.

- You really don't want Remedios, eh? - What do you say?

Okay, I'll work with you.

Great, then get your things. We're taking a walk.

Wait, wait!

- You, get up! - Me?

Not you, the blonde.

C'mon, I don't have all day.

Let's go.

Here, more olives.

Sorry, kid, it's the only thing on the menu here.

Thanks.

- They didn't give you any food. - They gave me a good beating.

You're lucky it was just that. They don't like longhairs.

Talking on the street shouldn't be a crime.

If they don't like you, you're a bum and a crook.

What a man. You just got out of jail and you want to go back in?

- No, of course not. - Then pipe down. Forget it.

- The other day you didn't answer me. - I thought you were nuts.

- You were serious? - If I wasn't, you'd still be locked up.

I want to represent you. What do you say?

You got me out of jail and got my guitar back. I suppose I can trust you.

Is that a yes?