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And so, once upon a time,
three years ago, we came to Madrid,
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to a not very fashionable nightclub,
to see Maria Vargas dance.
:05:27
Let me tell you who "we" were.
:05:29
The man with the sweaty face
and frightened eyes
:05:32
was and is Oscar Muldoon.
:05:35
He's a public relations man,
which can be many things,
:05:38
unrelated and not public at all.
:05:40
The blonde was made in Hollywood, USA.
:05:43
Her name was Myrna, and she travelled.
:05:46
I was a writer and/or director,
who hadn't been doing too well.
:05:50
We were all in the employ
of Kirk Edwards.
:05:53
Meet Kirk Edwards.
:05:56
You're saying to yourself
"So, that's what he looks like."
:05:59
"A Wall Street wizard who came up
from the streets of New York."
:06:04
"Who came up from the bottom,
but never really left it."
:06:08
Don't feel sorry for Kirk Edwards.
Not unless you're a hungry psychiatrist.
:06:13
Kirk was producing
a motion picture, his first.
:06:17
He had as much in common with anything
creative as I have with nuclear physics.
:06:22
Well, we'd been scouting for what
is called, delicately, a new face.
:06:26
By most standards, flying all the way
to Madrid to look for a new face
:06:30
would seem like going to a lot of trouble.
:06:32
But I've known producers who'd travel
further for a good smoked whitefish.
:06:39
:06:45
Hey, um... Hey, Mac!
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- "Sí, señor."
- How come the band is takin' a break?
:06:53
- Uh, please. Don't...
- Signorina.
:06:55
Señorita. You're in Spain now, buster.
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Señorita whatsis... Maria Vargas.
She does not dance no more?