All language subtitles for Veneno.S01E06.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Good morning, pip...

- Morning, paca.
- Merry Christmas.

- You, too.
- Oh, it's so cold out here.

I've got an iced hoo-ha.

So tell me, did you
set aside my lottery tickets?

- Yes.
- Did you get my lucky number?

- Yes.
- Remember, it's 69.

- Here it is.
- The kinky one, you know?

Luck?

Who believes in luck?

Some may not believe in it,

because they have always succeeded...

Because they think it is
all due to their hard work.

Well, for those in despair,

luck doesn't exist, either.

- Is that veneno?
- She's so ugly and fat.

- So sad.
- Fuck!

How can you believe in something

you've never experienced?

Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!

Ho ho ho...

Therefore luck doesn't
really exist for anyone.

How do I look?

Great.

Miguel, how could you know?

Look at me.

I have looked at you.

You look beautiful every day.
You look amazing.

Honey, it's the first time
I'm getting a serious job offer.

So what can I do?

No, I know

this fucking computer.
Every time I go next

- around this corner...
- What are you doing?

- Oh, stupid...
- I thought you said

- you were good.
- I know. I know.

I'm going to catch up to him.
Relax.

Karen, who are these people?

How dare you?
What the hell are you doing?

Fuck off, all of you.

Get out of my house. Get out!

What are you doing?
Have you no shame at all?

I'm so done with you.

Come on, Valeria.

Baby.

Here. Take a peek.

You look amazing.

You are absolutely beautiful,
and you'll do great.

You know why?

Why?

Because that's the way you do everything.

Everything?

Absolutely everything.

- Kiss me.
- Who do you think you are?

- Kiss me.
- Talking to me like that...

- Kiss me.
- In front of my friends?

- Kiss me. Kiss me.
- Who do you think you are?

What the fuck are you doing?

But there's always
that enlightening moment

when life reminds you that deep down,

all of us, beautiful or ugly,
rich or poor,

are not that different from each other.

Are you Valeria Vegas?

Uh, yes.

- Hello. I'm Lola.
- Oh, hello.

I'm, uh, Valeria.

I'm sorry. You just said that.

Yes. Come with me.

Sure.

Follow me.

Did you have a hard time getting here?

Uh, just a little.

To be honest, we're striving to find

a young profile with
some innovative writing style,

and I gotta tell you they
loved the piece you sent in,

because it seems to be
a new insight on pop culture.

- Really? Thank you.
- Well, it's true.

- You have to rewrite this copy.
- Go on in.

Yes. Look, it's all right.
Just try in green.

Uh, would you excuse me for a sec?

Sure. Absolutely.

Hello.

Valeria, darling.
Long time, no speak.

What's up, paca?

How can I put this? Uh...

Cristina has been hospitalized, darling.

And, ugh,

she's in serious condition.

I really hope you can make it.

We're in Madrid at La Paz hospital.

I don't know if she'll make it.

It's like we're
all tied up with the same rope.

It is possible to stray apart...

Everything good?

Come on. Let's go in.

But never for too long.

How is she?

Did the nurse come to change her drip?

- I don't know.
- Don't you pay attention?

Let's cover her up. It's cold.

Hi, Miguel.
Call me as soon as you get this.

I had to go to Madrid.

Call me, and I'll explain everything.

- Hello.
- Hello.

The room number for Cristina
Ortiz rodríguez, please?

La veneno?

Venom, that's what she tried last night.

Right?

Room 24-19.

Thank you. Merry Christmas.

Not funny, dude.

It's just a joke.

Hello.

Oh, my god.

Here's Valeria.

Good god, you're gorgeous, girl.

I didn't think you'd
make it here after so long.

- Hi, paca.
- It's so good to have you here.

My god, baby, you're beautiful.

Oh, just so pretty,

as beautiful as nuria fergó,
you know, the singer?

Wait till Cristina sees you this pretty.

Valeria.

- Valeria.
- Oh, good.

- She woke up.
- Valeria.

Go see her.
I'll call the doctor.

Valeria.

Hi, Valeria.

Cristina.

What beautiful hair, girl.
Even longer than mine.

I love it.

You women from the Canary Islands

love long hair.

To show off at the beach.

Just bitches on the beach, you girls.

Look, he's Karen.

We're gonna get married.

- Hi.
- And that's his mother.

Oh, we love Cristina very, very much.

Yeah, like a mantis loves their mates.

Good afternoon.

Look, the doctor came, babe.

- Hi, Cristina.
- Hi, doctor.

How's it going?

I'm in a lot of pain, doctor.

We're gonna raise
the dose of painkillers.

- Thank you.
- Valeria, haven't you noticed

what our diva did?

Look what she did.

Take a very good look at that face.

Those dental implants
are made for a horse.

Now she looks like a blonde donkey.

- Says the hippopotamus.
- You're so funny.

Even half-dead, she's so quick-witted.

Aw, god, I love her.

I'm going for a smoke.
Pay for my beer.

Hey!

No, you don't. I won't pay.

Come on. Do it.

He's unbearable today.

- Who's he?
- That is Karen,

Cristina's new Romanian
boyfriend, that crazy cow.

Just one after another.

Cristina's sleeping with the enemy?

He's not a bad guy.
He's good to her,

but you know that
the worst enemy for Cristina

is actually Cristina. Come on.

You know that better than anyone.

Let's move here.

What happened to her?

What happened, girl?

She's mentally ill.

Not a single call from
the TV channels or anything,

so she slits her wrists
during one of her breakdowns.

Does that make any sense?

She should be slicing her balls,

not slicing her wrists.

- But, paca...
- Imagine how upset I am.

But why?

Because everybody let her down.

She's always pestering that sálvame show

for an invitation, an interview,

but she has nothing new to say.

Everybody says she's always
hanging out in Puerta del sol,

taking pictures with the people.

She's like a minnie mouse in Orlando.

Strike the pose
right next to the bear statue.

And her family?

What family?

I'm the only one here taking care of her.

The last girl standing is always me.

No one cares for Cristina, but this idiot

sitting here, eating this crap every day.

Paca, did she tell you about Madrid?

She's the one who cut me out of her life.

She never said anything about Madrid,

but there's no need to, my dear.

I totally know her more than anyone.

I've been a victim
of her tantrums countless times,

and you've seen it.

But she's my friend.

Paca...

I ran straight over here
to help when you called,

but, you know,
I have a life of my own now.

I got a boyfriend and things going on.

- Of course.
- Not "of course," paca.

If I'm sitting here with you,
it's 'cause I really care.

Hold on.

Sit down, girl.

Sit down.

Listen to me, please.

Remember that time you came
to my house for the first time,

so shy and introverted?
Remember?

You said, "Cristina,
I'm gonna write you a book.

You sparkle.
You're divine and wonderful."

You must come back.

You know that book
was not my favorite plan,

all that fantasy and
made-up extravagance of hers,

but all of a sudden there,
for a brief moment,

I pictured the veneno from '96.

I found her eyes sparkling,
because you brought her back.

- But it's not in my hands.
- Of course it's in your hands.

You gotta release that book,
no matter what.

I beg you, that book
has to see the light, girl.

She still hasn't told you
the whole story.

Trust me.
I've been through this.

Our Christina is always unstoppable.

Jeez, Cristina, how come you're so late?

I was freaking out, girl!
Come on! Hurry!

I was doing my makeup, my love.

- Careful there.
- It's not my fault, eh?

Yeah, yeah, I know.
And this puppy, what the hell?

My daughter. I just adopted her.

Adopted? Great. Well, there's
some big fish here tonight,

so smile a lot, and talk about Argentina.

Cristina, look, look.
And here comes the owner.

Veneno!

Welcome to dreamed love.

Mwah. "No lie!"

The biggest sex shop
in Europe! Look!

Full of kink,
full of 30 individual rooms,

top-notch equipment, and look.

Here's the mayor, Tita fajardo.

My dear.
José, you always confuse me.

I'm the deputy mayor
and carnival advisor.

How about we take
a picture for posterity?

- You are so gorgeous.
- Come, come, come, come.

And welcome home, darling girl.

But I'm from adra.

Okay, my friends,
just check out all our catalog.

We've got dildos, vibrators
everywhere, kink all around.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. We'll take
more pictures later, okay?

Hey, stop that,
you sluts. Piss off now.

And you, get over there.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Oh, yeah!

Fonchi, fonchi!
I want that ass later

in my office,
ready, set and you, too, baby.

Cicciolina!

Cicciolina! Cicciolina!

We've got... we've got the latest designs,

very modern...

We've got the peep's gazette.

We've got the bisexual,
sunrise lesbian options,

hetero disorders,
and even right-wing trans here.

Quanti film miei ci sono?

How many of her films you have?

- Thousands.
- Migliaia.

La veneno.

Non sapevo fosse con lei.

I did not know she would be here.

Hey, beautiful!
Are you afraid of competition?

Cristina, welcome to las palmas.
Any upcoming TV projects?

- We'll talk later. Move it.
- Later. Don't worry.

Do you think you're the new
Marilyn Monroe, cunt-ollina?

Cicciolina. Piacere.

Over here, you're cunt-ollina.

- Hmm.
- Let me tell you something.

Whoever you are in Italy,

know that here in Spain, I'm the queen.

Cheers, cicciolina.

Scusami. Ma non ti capisco.

Oh, you don't understand me?

Well, let me explain myself.
And now?

Bellissima.

- Oh, you are so cute, my love.
- A dopo.

Yeah, "dopo, dopo."

After being on TV,

Cristina toured in Spain as a celebrity,

but that night, she learned

something that she did not like.

Why were you talking to that bimbo, huh?

- You just can't help yourself.
- Stop drinking.

No, you stop it.

Oh, Cristina, this is
a total success, total wonder.

Everyone was in absolute euphoria.

Of course, though.
And who did people

take photos with, me or that cunt-ollina?

- With you, honey.
- Yes, with you of course.

That's why you cost me two million.

What are you talking about?
I was only paid one.

She did not collect two million.
What do you mean?

No, no, honey. I paid two.
Two million upon delivery.

I mean, that's what
I paid to your manager.

Ask him yourself.

You have no idea how heated it got.

It turned so bad

that nobody ever called her
to a single event.

From now on,
I will manage your contracts.

No more crooks conning you.

Sono il tuo manager.

Is that so?

So now you're my manager?

And how does my hair look,
Mr. Manager?

Like a witch's mane.

Well, this witch might devour you raw.

Come on.

Ah, look at that sex addict.

Come in, my dear.

Jeez, like two teenagers.

Look at this hooker's moves.

Hey, you hot-to-trot.

Tell this girl about the times

when you tried to fuck me
when I was young,

while she went off to Bilbao for shows.

Tell her now!

He was a total ass-hat.

He fucked everyone.

He'd go to the red-light district

and fuck hookers and rent boys,

and he'd even do a goat if he had to.

For sure.

Were you in love with the guy?

How could I be in love with such a thing?

He was ugly as fuck.

What happened was...

Flip me over.
I wanna talk to my friends.

What happened...

Was that he had...

Jeez. He slammed her door.

A monumental and divine cock.

You weren't in love with this crook?

Ah, that's bullshit.

Don't listen to her.
She's lying.

They were always together
like two lovebirds,

traveling and shopping,

wasting all her cash
at fancy restaurants,

on his expensive suits
and designer shoes,

until one day TV shows
stopped calling her.

He was her manager
and not a very good one,

basically they ran out of green

and began a scamming operation.

Was he the one pushing you to scam?

Of course he was. Come on.

Just look at that grifter's face.

What about yours, though?

You sure are Mother Teresa

with your dignity in the freezer.

Look, paca, go back to the future.

Let me fuck in peace, okay?

Don't worry, honey. I will.

Let this scumbag
widen her butt-hole some more.

Let's go, sweetie.
I've got more to tell you.

We've gotta get going now.

Their scamming career

began right here in the Canary Islands.

Immediately after they
left the sex store,

they committed their first fraud
at the local airport.

Watch this.
You're gonna freak out.

Check it out. The crazy bitch.

Veneno and Angelo's scamming adventures.

Listen, I'm pissed as fuck.

My luggage has gone missing.

Don't you worry. The airline
offers a monetary compensation.

How 'bout the bag
that I had? Huh?

- What was in it?
- My clothing.

What else would it be, bimbo?
I'm not a drug mule.

It was very expensive clothing.

There were two Armani jackets,
some Prada shoes, three rolex.

Yeah, along with two Chanel bags,

and all my jewelry was in it.

And I had some beautiful cartier pieces.

And two versace.

What's your problem, huh?

Are you doubting my word?

I'm la veneno.
What do you think I packed

for my trip, a bunch of rags?

Ma'am, airline companies
will pay a standard rate

per kilo of missing luggage,

whether the content
in the bag is gold or rags.

To get compensation
for the items' real value,

you need to get private insurance.

How much do they insure?

Whatever you sign up for.
There is no limit.

From that point on,

they started flying with insured luggage,

using two to three
different airlines at a time,

saying their luggage included
all kinds of luxury items,

and of course the suitcase
would magically vanish.

My luggage has disappeared again.

Now write this down,

'cause I was traveling heavy this time.

This airline is the worst,

and you, I'm absolutely fed up with you.

I want my money right now.

But whenever she got distracted,

that dickhead Angelo
would steal money from her

and go straight to the casino,
playing roulette,

betting on tables, on slot machines,

on anything shiny,
and fucking every single woman

who came across his path.

What?

What happened?

Cristina, i-is she okay?

- Yeah.
- Oh, what a day.

Oh, god, my back is killing me.

It's like I've been hit hard
with a baseball bat.

I'm exhausted.

What time is it, honey?

Paca, I have to go.

What do you mean you have to go?

- Sorry.
- Where are you running to?

Let me check this. One sec.

Oh, she's low on painkillers.

Want me to call the nurse?

No, no, no, no. Don't you worry.

So you're leaving me, huh?

You aren't staying here with me?

- I can't, paca.
- Are you leaving me here alone?

On a day like today?

Paca, come on.

Miguel is worried

I've got a life
and a family lunch tomorrow.

Try to understand, please?

I know.

No worries, baby. I understand.

It's great that you made it here, honey.

Don't forget to think about the book.

Paca, please stop.

Oh, it smells so good.

Come on. Next year, I'm hosting.

This is chaos, eh?

Everything's okay.

Sure.

- It's all burnt.
- Well, a bit, but that's fine.

I like it a little singed, you know?

What's your secret?
I heard lamb only needs water.

No idea, girl. I got
the recipe from the Internet.

You know I don't eat meat.

- Well, it smells great.
- Ah!

Hey, stop it.
Please don't do that now.

It's not lunchtime yet.
Please get out of here.

I can't deal with them anymore.

- Hey, isn't your family coming?
- No.

They're staying with my grandparents.

Ah, my god, I love
the canarian weather, right?

Over the summer, I was in mallorca.

Really? That's nice.

- What a trip.
- Wow, it looks amazing.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Seems well done, yeah.

Aw, yeah, make the very most
of those kisses now.

He's all over you, but one day,
he won't even notice you.

What's up? You jealous?

- Hmm?
- Just a little.

Esteban, another one?

It's my second. Calm down.

Who's gonna be driving then?
'Cause I can't.

Mariola, relax.
You can just sleep over.

No. Keep the kids
out of this kitchen.

- Well, it's ready. Let's go.
- Okay.

Mm, it's so good.

Mmm.

That smells amazing, Valeria.

Really? Thanks so much.

It looks nice, too.

Boys, lunch is ready.

But I wanna open the gifts now.

Shh. Don't be rude.
After lunch, okay?

You're getting
coal in a box. Hmm?

Look at him.

My son loves to play with the kids.

He's like a big kid.

Dear, shame you can't have any kids.

Mom, please stop now.

I'm sorry.

I'm not saying that...

Oh, please, don't worry.

I didn't mean to offend you.

- Please don't worry. I'm fine.
- No, no, I swear.

I didn't say it
because of your condition.

It's just a typical mother's comment.

- Well...
- I'm sorry.

- I didn't mean to say...
- Mom, please leave it as it is.

- Don't. Don't.
- What happened?

- Nothing.
- Nothing, dear.

No, no, nothing, sweetie.

It's all good.

- Nothing at all.
- See? That's it.

Okay, let's eat.

I know, mom. Easy.

...Mom, you have
to think before you talk.

It's fine, really.

Well, I'm getting another beer.

As you can see, I have come

to find a bride's dress,

'cause veneno's getting married.

With a "shark."

Blood red, passion, crimson hooker.

Ana obregón.

I'm getting married!

What are you doing?

Nothing.

What were you watching?

Nothing.

You were watching something.

I can't sleep, Miguel.

You okay?

Yes.

Valeria.

I said I'm okay.

Babe, tell me what happened.
Why are you so moody?

You... you know you can tell me.

Hmm?

Hmm?

What?

Cristina was really bad...

Awful.

I mean, I don't know.

Seeing her like that at the hospital

made me think that actually
girls like us...

"Like us"?

Us who?

Us, Miguel. You know who.

Well, it's just that
it's been a long time

since I heard you mention the "us" word.

Well, that's the problem.

There's an "us," and I kinda forgot it.

Oh.

And now one of us needs me a lot.

Cristina.

Hey. What's up with you?

What's with you, my love?

You thought that I had died?

I was taking a shit, Valeria, no.

I was chopping a super-huge log.

Can we come in?

- What's going on here?
- Look who's here, paca.

What's all this hustle and bustle?

She thought that I had kicked the bucket.

I'm not ready to bite the dust.

To be honest, she still have
some more fucking around to do.

- Mónica, honey...
- Yes?

Tell these girls what you used to do.

A tuck-shop selling sweets.

What?

Like her and her and me, too, girl.

And we keep our sweets in the back!

And yours is dirty, you filthy cow.

Karen?

What's all this?

Karen?

Karen?

Paca, he's gone.

Of course he is.

They packed all their shit,
and they ran away.

On top of that, they didn't say goodbye.

But we were gonna get married, paca.

Don't you worry about that, honey,

you'll surely catch the next one.

You're still very desirable
and beautiful.

Don't you worry, Cristina.

We got a lot of work ahead of us.

Come on, girls.
Now there's no time to waste.

Moving on. Cheer up.

Bring the joy. It's Christmas.

Are you prepared?

Do it.

Okay, last we spoke
was about the end of television.

You finished El pelícano,

then did the porno.

You wanted to do it?

I was delighted.

The one who hated it was my mother.

It was the ultimate kick in her cunt.

But I didn't really give a fuck.

No lie.

Let me tell you something.

If you want this book to happen,

you have to do it the right way,

and we must always tell the truth.

Shut it. I never lie, paca!

Listen, you should know

that the porno wasn't her idea.

In fact, I blame Angelo,
that son of a bitch,

he was forcing you to do that film.

You told me you didn't want to do it.

On top of that, girl,
that movie was a complete joke.

Instead of bringing in
good actors with nice, big cocks

like Rocco siffredi or that
gorgeous hottie, nacho vidal,

he got her the worst production ever.

And tell her about the clause

he made you sign
in the contract. Tell her now!

Quiet! That porno
paid me a small fortune!

That's bullshit, and you know it.

And it wasn't one I did.

- It was two movies, slut!
- Yeah, right.

- Shut up.
- Jekyll and Hyde.

Paca! Veneno! Come on.

Incredible.

Cristina, this isn't some essay.

It's a book, you know?

It'll be worth the effort.

You really wanna know?

You really wanna know
what happened with Angelo?

Yes. I'm dying. Please tell her.

Write this down.

Let the entire country know.

Quit the smoking! Idiot!

You just got out of the hospital.

Come on. Have a sip of this.

Bring it, sister.

There you go, girl.

Angelo, the Italian, owed tons of green.

Many wanted to see him dead,
wanted to slit his throat.

Those guys are scum, right, sweetie?

And hold on to your panties,
'cause shit's coming.

...officially confirmed
that in four years,

we'll be counting in Euros.

As you know, the euro will debut

as the official currency
in numerous countries

that will be known as schengen area.

The area will be comprised
of 26 European countries...

Angelo, what happened to you?

If I don't pay, I'm a dead man.

Don't they know we're
absolutely broke right now?

Huh?

What the hell are they thinking?

Why don't we move to Italy, huh?

Let's move to Torino.

We can live at your mother's.

- No, Cristina.
- No one knows who we are there.

Angelo, we might have
a fresh start together.

No, Cristina.

- Let me see.
- Let's pay them.

We got to shoot that movie.

I'm begging you, do it for me.

I beg you, Cristina.

We have to do it.

Come on.

Well...

Cristina, welcome.

I'm paco cera,

ceo for lib magazine.

- How do you do?
- Ciao.

Piacere.

This is antoni frames,

the movie's director,
a great professional.

Actually he shot poli,
the lama, and the lickin' mama

with poli díaz
"the Colt from vallecas."

- I haven't seen it, no.
- Mm.

But he is a good friend of mine, though.

It's a comedy.

- Oh, really?
- The plot's good.

Poli díaz and
his spiritual guide, the lama,

travel to Sevilla, where they
get into different situations.

Some are very hot,
and others are hilarious.

I mean, the movie is fantastic,
impeccable cinema. Auteur!

Yeah, right, "auteur."

I'll watch it. I promise.

Okay, let's get straight
to it, Cristina, if I may.

We... we will need your presence

basically three days for both movies.

- Wait. Two movies?
- Yes.

Well, the first one
is called veneno's shark.

And the second one is venom's vendetta.

- "The shark," huh?
- Yes.

We want to give the public the one thing

they haven't seen from you.

My penis?

- The shark, love.
- But, I mean,

we could go for something more subtle,

maybe something like veneno's secret.

Okay, what kind of money are we talking?

Well, that's been discussed
with, uh, Carlo?

- Angelo.
- With the Italian.

Actually we've got
a contract prepared today

for your best convenience.

Uh, you only have to sign right here,

as we've already given him
the 30% down payment in advance.

Don't worry. Sign it.

We can talk through it later.
Relax.

Men, lots of chitchat and promises,

but in the end,
they never keep their word.

Hey, you assholes!

Now watch what I'm
about to do to your wives.

What are you boys into, eh, watching,

fucking, or acting?

Seems to me that you like to watch, huh?

Get up. You two, now!

'Cause I'm gonna put my gun
right up your cunt.

Come on. Over there.
Both of you on the floor,

and give us a lesbian show like no other.

Maybe we could get a blanket, right?

Get down on the floor right now.

- Shut up. They're working now.
- Go on. Pull your shorts down.

Great! We've got it! Cut.

- Was it good?
- That was great, Cristina.

- Hey, hey, hey, Cristina.
- Was that okay?

- Yes, yes, I liked it.
- I added my own touch to it.

- I loved it! Perfect.
- Oh, I was so nervous.

Okay, we got it.
Let's move to the next one.

Let's go to the rape scene, all right?

I need you to move and
clear all this space, please.

Alvaro, clear the shot.
Okay, now you three.

One, two... where's the third one?

Okay, great, you three.

You come back with a rope,
you see the girls

and tie them up and rape them, okay?

Amin, I need a rope here.
Come on.

Cool, guys.

Remember our contract.

The what? Ah.

Yeah, okay.

Okay, let's try something, Cristina.

- Uh, you pull your pants down.
- What?

Let's try with you
sucking each one of them,

just for a little while, okay?

But maybe I can help her for a while?

No, no, Anton,
let's get this thing organized.

- Yes, exactly.
- Organized.

Weren't they supposed
to fuck me? I don't understand.

The thing is Angelo made sure
to establish in the contract

he would be the only one to fuck you.

You know?
Those are the terms signed.

And so...

You really signed that?

That's the contract.

Your plan is to keep fucking me over

- for the rest of my life?
- Cristina.

- Isn't that right?
- Calm down.

I'm done, Angelo.

Those are the terms of the contract!

- End of story.
- Yes, yes, 'cause...

- Let's go.
- We're wasting time here.

Places, everybody. Come on.
Come on. Let's move.

- Come on!
- Hey, come on, my love.

Let's start, Cristina.

Action!

It wasn't until that moment

that I realized that I
had become Angelo's property.

I was no longer the decision maker.

But by then, it was too late.

I was completely powerless,

and the worst was still to come.

Great, great, Cristina.

Now take your clothes off.

That's right. Very good, hon.

Very, very, very good.

Zoom in on the cock, please.

Not his. On hers, idiot.

- Come on!
- Aw, yeah.

Aw, for heaven's sake
sweetheart. What a shame.

That was just so bad.

Everything was absolutely tasteless,

and the second one is even worse, huh?

Ay-yi-yi-yi.

- Shit.
- Oh, right there.

Cristina...

I don't get it.

Why'd you stay with Angelo?

I mean, why didn't you just leave?

I really tried, but I couldn't leave him.

Nobody can tell me what to do.

Rotto il cazzo!

What you gonna do without me, huh?!

I'm Cristina la veneno,
loved by all of Spain!

The country loves me!

Nobody loves you, not your family,

not a single TV show.

Just a hooker who does cheap porn.

Motherfucker!

Puttana di merda.

Please stop.

And then what happened?

I didn't know what to do.

I was lost, and I had nowhere else to go.

Didn't you report him to the police?

You serious?
Report him?

No way, honey, no.

But I was dead set on getting rid of him.

I don't understand.

Why didn't you do it?

Because I talked to Fanny,

and she convinced me not to.

Cristina, honey, girls like us
can never do better.

It is what it is.

If you're lucky enough to find a man

who wants to stay
for longer than a night,

you better not let him go.

You should always give
that fucker another chance,

'cause life won't have
other opportunities for you,

you get it, honey?

Unless things get better,
if they ever do,

this motherfucking shit

will be the closest
to normal you ever get.

I'm so sorry, Bella.

Do you forgive me?

No more fights from now on, I promise.

We can start over again.

I have a great idea,
an amazing one. Trust me.

Hello.

My love. I've been
trying to call you all day.

Well, I've been busy.

Busy doing what, exactly?

Busy with writing the book.

Valeria, please put
some thought into this.

You have a very serious job offer here.

Maybe you could call them and say

that something unexpected came up.

How long will you be in Madrid?

Miguel, I don't know.

But it's Christmas. You could
come back for a few days.

Please don't stress me out.

I don't understand.

I have to write this book,
finish what I started.

Okay, but why do you have to finish it?

For her.

I know, Valeria, but you're
not responsible for her.

She's a grown-up.
She can decide for herself.

No.

Not everybody gets to decide.

Though I do have a choice.

I'm staying here with her.

So you won't be here on new year's Eve?

My family's expecting you.

Yeah.

But I've got a family here.

And you can get to know them
if you want to.

I love you.

Valeria, hang on a minute, please.

Cristina...

What idea?

Wait. What?

What was Angelo's idea?

If we want to finish the book,

you have to tell me the whole story.

Sign down here, honey, please.

- But what's this?
- You know what it is.

Relax. It will all be fine.

But you know I can't read, Angelo.

I got this. Relax.

Please, don't worry.

- Right here?
- Yes.

Sign it.

¿Por qué me persigue El recuerdo?

¿Por qué no he podido olvidar?

¿Por qué aquel desamparo?

¿Por qué esa Soledad?

My house.

¿Por qué me dejabas tan solo?

¿A dónde tenías que ir?

¿En qué se te ha ido la vida?

We have to go!

Now! Come on!

Don't you hear that?
Someone's banging on the door.

Yes, we do, paca.

- Haven't you changed the lock?
- No.

You gave the key to one of the Romanians?

- I don't know.
- Well, who is it?

- Hello.
- Oh!

What's he doing here?

What are you doing here?

I was at a party, and I was wondering,

"Cristina, Cristina,
is she alone?"

Cristina's not alone.
She's here with us.

Oh, is she now?

Damn right, with me and Valeria.

And you?
You are writing the book?

- Such a beaut...
- Don't touch me.

Leave her!
You stay away from her.

I told you not to trust her.

She tells nothing but lies.

You are the liar, huh?

The liar is you.

He was the one that sent me to prison.

Right, Angelo? It was you.

I know it was you
who gave me away to the police.

- She is nothing but a liar!
- A liar, my ass.

- You framed me.
- See?

It is impossible
to say anything to her, man!

Angelo, Cristina, tell the audience,

- how did the fire start?
- Weren't you listening?

- I just told you.
- Yes, but maybe...

This dirty little rat
fucking burnt it down.

On top of that, you reported me, bastard.

- It's a lie.
- Asshole.

The call was anonymous.

He had an Italian accent,
you motherfucker.

I wanna report
José Antonio Ortiz for fraud,

for setting a fire.

Let's stop it.
Stop it, both of you.

Enough, guys! Come on.
You both did it.

It's obvious you both
agreed to start the fire.

Then you fought, and you reported her,

and now veneno is sentenced
to three years in jail.

Oh, my god, this girl's
gonna kill me one of these days.

Tell me, Cristina,
where are you living now?

Well, in my house.
Where else would I live?

The insurance covered all the repairs.

But how did you get it back?

Cristina, pick up the phone.

I've called you about a thousand times.

What'd you do?
Why'd you say that on TV?

Listen to me.
You should come to valencia,

and let's let this
rest for a while, girl.

Cristina, you love me, right?

You know what we have,
five years together.

- Five.
- Who cares,

- five, three, ten or one?!
- Let me go.

Cristina's not your property anymore.

- Shut up!
- And don't you dare touch them,

- or I'll break your nose!
- I'll kill you.

Get out of this house, you filth!

- Let me go.
- Get out of this house.

- Cristina...
- Leave her alone.

- Listen to me.
- Please, we were happy.

I will call the police, you bastard.

- I'm gonna kill you, you cunt!
- Leave her alone.

- Get out.
- Angelo!

Leave her alone.

Easy there.

- Valeria, put that down.
- Leave.

- Don't get in trouble.
- Take it easy.

Do you know why rats like you exist?

Because some girls,
they're taught to believe

they're not worthy of anything better.

Cristina deserves much better than you.

Easy, kiddo.

Fuck off, and never come back.

- Get out!
- Get out of this house!

- Don't try me.
- Sto andando. Easy.

I told you to get out
of this house, asshole!

Motherfucker, don't ever come back!

Angelo?

Police. Good evening.

- José Antonio Ortiz rodríguez?
- Yes, it's me.

You are being arrested for fraud, ma'am.

What are you talking about?

You have the right to remain silent...

Not all of us can have luck.

Oh, god, that was crazy!

We were so brave. Oh.

You gotta make sure
you change the lock, Cristina.

This was not good.

How are you? Oh, my god.

Because we all come
from different places.

But it doesn't matter
where you come from.

Somehow deep down, we're all the same.

- I love it, Cristina.
- Oh, really? You do?

- It's beautiful.
- It is, right?

Yes.

Paca, how's the lottery coming?

This is bullshit, girl!

There's only one number missing.

One single number, girl.

At some point in everyone's life,

we all fight the same battle,

have the same struggles,
the same surgeries,

the same pains, the same dreams.

What do we do with the men of your life?

Do you wanna go for initials

or do you wanna use the full name?

If I were you, I'd go for initials...

- We have to decide now.
- To avoid trouble.

R.m.

- Isn't that Ricky Martin?
- Don't say it out loud, paca.

Ah, don't put that in until
she decides how she'll do it.

It'll all break down into three parts.

First would be joselito,

your childhood, adra,
marbella, the romeros.

"Memoirs of a peppy cunt."

You better shut your mouth.

You ain't no nun, honey.

It can't be "memoirs of Saint Cristina,"

given the whore you are.

"I feel like I can sense people's love,

"people of all ages,

"from little kids
to parents and grandparents.

"That's all I need to feel joy.

"I kept my promise

to be the person
I always wanted to be..."

"And I welcome life's surprises now,

'cause it feel like
I've already lived it all."

And that's it.

We've finished writing the book.

Is it done?

Cristina, this is amazing, my dear.

After so long.

You think that's Angelo again,

looking for a beating?

Well, all right.

Okay, let me see who's there.

My life's been pretty great.

We should do bookstores, do readings.

For sure.

Valeria, my love,

look what Santa has brought you.

Look at this pretty present.

Come in, beautiful.

Hey there.

What are you doing here?

I want to know your family.

You okay?

Oh, my. How sweet.

When united, we can achieve
absolutely anything.

Because in the end,
that's the luck we share,

the luck of having each other.

What a yummy chicken I've got here.

- It's my family's recipe.
- This tastes like shit.

Come on. Eat some.

We were all dancing.

That was hilarious.

- Oh, god! Wrong pipe.
- Don't die.

Cheers.