The Night of the Beast (La noche de la bestia)

Fifty. Seventy.

One hundred and twenty...

And twenty to insure them.

I can lend you, if you need.

I already owe you a lot.

Dude, it's Maiden.

Here. Buy them with insurance.

The Beast in Bogotá!

How much if I hit someone with my spit?

The wind will blow your spit away.

Fucking kids!

February 28, Bogotá, Colombia.

Some guys asked us how much would we charge them for letting them in.

Nothing, nothing we say. Being here is priceless.

Six days, suffering from cold and heat.

The world knows that Colombia has a very serious social problem.

But here, the metal music is alive.

This is the main dream of every rocker here in Colombia.

I think I'm gonna cry there. I'm very emotional,

but I think I'm gonna cry there because...

I grew up listening to Iron Maiden.

Chuki!

Fuck Vargas, you almost give me a heart attack!

Maiden!

Today.

Where are you going? Maiden plays today.

Eddie wouldn't like it if we went to school.

Are you coming, or not?

Move your ass Chuki, I'm late!

Francisco!

Francisco!

It's Vale.

She's gonna be pissed.

Now what?

I thought you had a plan.

Any place is better than that shit hole of a school.

Should we head to the Simon Bolivar Park?

The show begins at six.

We're going to be wasting our time like idiots.

Vargas, what do you want?

-Hey Mario. -Hey.

-Same as always? -Yes, please.

And for this idiot?

Coffee and cheesy bread?

-Coffee and cheesy bread. -Thanks.

Look. You have to find an excuse to spend time with her

and, in between jokes, you steal a kiss.

That's how you pick up girls?

And with pretty words.

How do I know if she wants to be kissed?

She'll brush her hair behind her ear. It's a universal sign.

-Where did you read that? -I didn't read it, I know it.

Turn it off, turn it off.

Wait.

She always leaves the door open.

Your mom is a hottie.

You have to be adopted.

What's that?

We made a deal: I hang baby Jesus.

And she lets me keep the posters.

Blood for the Blood God.

I told you to lose weight. But you don't listen!

-It's your fault! -Me?

Who broke the bed?

Stop it, asshole!

What a dick.

"Spiritual Battle"

Poor Chuki.

"Steppenwolf" by Herman Hesse.

The asphalt mirror...

Only for the crazy.

Cool.

Not for the faint of heart.

Not for the faint of heart.

You two are cute.

You can borrow it from my mom any time.

Not in the eye.

I still don't understand why you have a TV that doesn't work.

My mom says it's décor. I don't know.

Its a cool book, isn't it?

"I stood for a moment on the scent,

smelling this shrill and blood-raw music...

Sniffing the atmosphere of the hall angrily.

One half of this music, the melody, was all pomade and sugar and sentimentality.

The other half was savage, temperamental and vigorous.

Yet the two went artlessly well together and made a whole.

It was the music of decline."

He's talking about metal.

No dumbass, of jazz.

Metal was born in the seventies.

It may be about jazz, but that Hesse is a metalhead at heart.

Miss Matilde!

-Miss! -Who is it?

Coming!

She has dementia or something.

Dear Mario, you came to visit me?

And you brought company!

Come in, come in.

Thanks.

Let me help you.

Thank you dear.

It's good to see you Doña Matilde, I'll come visit another day, ok?

But you just got here.

Don't worry, I'll visit next week.

I have the cookies you like.

So good.

What happened? You finished them all?

They are so good.

So?

You are going to give a concert?

-No, we aren't going to give a concert. -We are going to see a British band.

The best band in the world.

Oh, I know of a very good band. -Which one?

A band that my mother had, she wore it around here to go to church.

She wore a band that said, Holy Virgin Mary.

Passionate ballads, the perfect harmony between poetry and music.

-Cala! -He's not here.

Yes he is.

See?

One more to wake him up.

Francisco, Chuki.

Shouldn't you be at school?

Come in.

Pricks.

So?

-Going to Maiden? -That's the plan.

The best concert of our lives.

Of your life?

Of my life!

I've been waiting for them...

...since before you were born.

We know. You've been listening to Maiden since Paul Di'Anno was the vocalist.

Yes sir.

Hey, you have this on CD?

I have it somewhere around here.

Check it out.

It was January 11th, 1985.

Shut up.

Don't you like the story?!

It was the first time that the beast came to South America.

To the biggest festival in Latin America,

Rock in Rio.

Maiden, here.

Your father still had hair.

The infamous black amber mane.

Like Ozzy's.

Like that!

Look...

We stole 'Blood', Vargas' mom's car.

We packed beer, sugar cane and... sandwiches.

Then we took off to see Maiden.

And because your dad was so damned pretty,

the girls would line up for him. A whole week like that.

Drinking, sleeping in the street, sleeping in the car.

Sometimes with the women your dad picked up...

But, because of all the partying, we took a wrong turn.

-What happened? -They never made it to Rio.

We didn't make it, but we made it to Mocoa.

Imagine that. Where we drank Yahé with your dad.

It was an amazing trip.

Because we talked to the gods... and I saw how your dad turned into a lion.

I looked at my hands.

And I turned into a wolf.

I collapsed on the ground. And I felt the earth breathing.

Anyway, we never made it to see Maiden.

We drove back to Bogotá, pissed.

-Are you open? -No, man.

So, Bruce Dickinson, 23 years ago...

How much for the Iron Maiden shirt.

Dude, who was Maiden's first vocalist?

Dave Mustane!

Fuck off!

Well thanks, old douche.

Get out.

You're just like my dad, bitter. That's why you didn't make it to Río.

We're going to head out. See you later.

Tell your Dad I said hi, that he should visit.

-Ok. -We'll keep in touch.

-Bye, Calaverin. -Bye, Chuki.

How much would you give me for this ring.

I think could be...

I could give you one hundred thousand pesos.

Well, it has an emotional value.

You don't want to let it go.

Could you give me a little bit more?

How about a hundred and twenty?

Yeah... thanks.

What happened?

What's wrong with your mom?

I don't know. She cries, sometimes.

Why?

I think my dad has been calling.

He's an asshole.

You know you don't have to pay me back.

Was it your mom's?

I wanted to have some cash today. I don't want to owe you anymore.

And you need to stop stealing from your mom, that's not cool.

You should go back to school, before they kick you out.

How can you understand this shit?

The crosses are for drums and the exes are for cymbals.