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[music from Carmen playing]

[sizzling]

PACA: I love a good wine, honey.

Nothing like it to rejoice a pussy.

- I love it, too. - Look at the paella.

It smells so amazing, right? - Mix it well. Mix it well.

- ♪ Cocinero, cocinero ♪ - ♪ Cocinero ♪

♪ Enciende bien la candela ♪

Juani, go get some water for the paella.

♪ So we are having fun tonight ♪

♪ And arroz con habichuelas ♪

But the beans should be fresh, eh?

Write this down.

"On Thursdays, business was always booming.

"Then on Fridays and the weekends,

it was never busy enough."

- But why was that? - Well, honey,

because most of our clients are married with children.

Not all of them, though, but the ones that were

would have to come see us after work,

and then they'd spend the weekend

with their wives and kids. - That makes sense.

Come on, Paca! Is the book yours or mine?

Oh, now it's all about the book.

It'll be like Pepete's. Look at Pepete's huge ass.

- Write this down. - It's like a butter churner.

But, Cristina, I-I told you it's not a book.

It's an assignment for class,

that's all. - Whatever. Just write.

Back then in the West Side Park,

there were 4,000 whores.

- [Toreador Song playing] - [overlapping chatter]

4,000 whores and their drama queen.

Tell the truth, girl. There were only 30 or 40 of us.

That depended on the day.

It wasn't a parade.

The parade was marching in your twat, hon.

There were just a few cunts, but we were action cunts!

[car horns honking]

Write this down. In our underwear,

we were only three, the ones with the best bodies.

- Hmm. - La Manola...

Carolina from Vigo...

and me, an absolute dime!

[wolf whistle]

PACA: Hey, sweetheart, I also went out in my panties.

I had a beautiful, nice body, too,

of course just for summer or spring.

During winter, not a chance.

No, no, no. I never went out in my undies.

That's anything but classy.

That's for trashy girls like you.

And why not whoring in your undies, baby?

PACA: Air-drying the twat!

All the guys waited in line to have sex with me.

Just look.

[men whooping, chattering]

Wow.

- Not you. - I'll pay you double!

- Not you. - Pick me!

- Not you. - Hey, over here!

- You're really pretty! - Hey, come on!

Yes, you.

Here we go with the horror stories

to keep us awake.

The other girls were green with envy.

[chuckles] No lie. Put that in the book.

Sweet Mother of God! Lord have mercy!

Tons of cash Veneno's doing,

riding cars with her cunt faster than the Grand Prix.

Cars lined up from here to Albacete.

[doorbell rings]

Who could that be?

I'm not expecting anyone.

Maybe they came to collect money.

Open the door. They might collect La Veneno.

- Coming. - That's right.

Take that whore ass of yours to the door.

- Hello. - Hello.

- What a surprise, hon. - Hi. Welcome, Bienve.

- PACA: I know that voice. - Yes, I invited them!

- Come in, girls! - May I?

- Oh, its Bienve! - Hello.

- Hey! - Bienve!

- Sweetie. - Look at those new boobs.

What a scandal! - They're beautiful, right?

You got a pair of Soviet missiles now.

Smells delicious, dear. - And Sacha, baby.

Beautiful. - [kiss]

Look, Valeria. She just got her pussy.

- Hey, stop that. - What? You should be proud.

- That's amazing, sweetheart. - You're a whole woman now.

This is Valeria. She's writing a book about me.

- Well... - Hi. I'm Sacha.

- Hi to you, too. - Nice meeting you.

Pleasure. I'm Bienve

What a cute girl. - Hi.

Thank you. - Do you want some paella?

You hungry?

I can add more rice and artichokes, my loves.

Bring out the artichokes, the sweet potatoes, all of it.

If you want clams, you get clams,

and, if you want cucumber, a whopping big one.

And if not, a nice, thick bean stew

to keep you farting all through the night.

You are so disgusting... - [laughing]

so vulgar.

I might be vulgar,

but the entire world loves me!

'Cause I'm transparent like glass,

not like the rest. Put that in the book.

- [chuckles] - I don't get it?

What is this book even about?

What else can it be but plain science fiction?

It's about that alien over there.

All right, it's not a book, okay?

It's a literary contest, and if they choose me,

the prize is publishing the book,

but, um, they haven't picked me yet, so...

But how could you lose? It's about my life!

Write down that she owes me 250 bucks.

- Quiet, you crazy cow. - I won't be quiet!

If you owe me, you owe me.

Don't worry. She must be exaggerating.

- She owes me money, too. - No, I never lie.

- Everybody, stop complaining! - Sweetheart, please get me

some artichokes... - What is happening?!

Shut up, you sluts!

[chatter stops]

It's my story here!

I'm telling it, not you.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

I was born...

on March 19th.

It was 1964...

[woman screams]

on St. Joseph's Night

under the song of a serenade.

[baby crying]

MAN: Well, that's it. It's over. He's here.

I was born when the clock struck midnight.

- [bells pealing] - [baby crying]

My grandmother gathered me up,

and she was stunned when she looked into my eyes.

She felt lightning inside.

My eyes were wide open, and they sparkled.

She said...

This child is destined to captivate with a mere gaze.

Something that's always been a part of who I am.

[music playing]

CRISTINA: I was born in Adra, just like my mother.

Adra is a town in Almería

that used to be very small, a pit,

a hole in the middle of Andalusia,

but it has grown a lot since then.

Here. Give her to me.

My family wasn't upper class,

but you could say we did all right.

- Mommy! - What are you two doing?

My mother, Maria José, owned a local grocery store,

and my father worked as a car salesman.

- Boys! Come over here! - They got by with that.

Everybody squeeze together a bit.

There are six of us.

Maricarmen is the oldest.

Then there's Rafa, who's always playing it cool.

María Teresa, and Tere used to fight a lot with my mom.

Tere, you better fix those bangs.

Would you fix her hair?

Paco, who I shared a room with, was also my confidant.

Okay, everybody's here, right?

Rocío, who's the youngest.

All right. Ready. Set.

And me, Jose Antonio Ortiz Rodriguez.

Joselito?

Joselito!

Joselito! Where is that boy?

[chickens clucking]

JOSELITO: Joselito.

I never liked school.

I wasn't good at it.

My favorite thing in the whole world was animals...

playing with dogs... - [whimpers]

taking care of birds.

My neighbor's name was Gabriel,

but everyone called him Cat-killer.

[bleats]

You can imagine why.

He had tons of animals of all kinds in his backyard,

guinea fowls and even peacocks.

And I snuck in to see them.

Psst!

Joselito!

Come on! Let's go home!

Maricarmen, come here!

Just do what I say, and let's go!

Just a minute. I want to show you something.

Okay, but make it quick.

Joselito, what are you doing? Mom's angry.

I'm looking at this beautiful dove.

You know what they say about the pretty ones.

- No. What? - That they don't fly as high.

- Why is that? - Because you can't have

everything in life, Joselito. Come on.

Run!

I'm coming! I'm coming!

Come on!

Here he is!

Where were you?

Running an errand.

Running an errand? Get over here.

MR. RODRIGUEZ: Come on. Let's go.

Everyone, get over here. Let's go.

We're going to lose the light!

JOSELITO: My mother loved appearances.

JOSELITO AND CRISTINA: The richest...

the most beautiful...

CRISTINA: the perfect family.

[camera whirs]

And did you get along with your mother?

[distant yell]

Hey there. Get ready.

This amazing paella is waiting for you.

[siren passing]

Cristina?

[sighs]

Let's eat. Come on.

PACA: Please help me set the table.

Stuff your cunts with paella.

Help me, Juanita Banana. - Of course, sweetie.

And stop the questions for now, okay?

Baby coy is so inquisitive...

Hey, Maria Patiño!

writing Petete the Penguin's book.

- The most important thing is... - Be careful with that.

That La Veneno was the most beautiful

trans woman in all Spain!

No lie!

Hey!

[toilet flushing]

- Oh. - Hi.

I didn't hear you.

And how's it going, my love? - Good.

- Good? - Hanging out with these ladies.

Well, these ladies are crazy. Trust me.

They're so funny, though, right?

Yeah, they are.

Sometimes they're a little too much,

but they're the best.

How long has it been for you?

Well, it's been, I don't know, about a year and a half or so.

- Really? - Yeah.

- And you look like that? - Yes.

I mean, with a few touch-ups,

because you're not quite getting there

as fast as you'd like to, but, yeah, a year and a bit.

Oh. I want to start taking hormones,

but I haven't talked to my mother yet, so...

You haven't told her?

Well...

- [zipper zips] - okay.

I'm gonna do you a small favor.

All right?

I'm not a trafficker.

Promise me you'll see a specialist.

- I will. - This is what I take.

You have to take one of each every day.

You'll notice that your skin starts to get softer.

Your boobs will fill out just a bit.

You won't wake up with huge tits one morning.

Some people say your voice changes.

I don't think so.

Exhibit A, baby. - [chuckles]

But honestly, it doesn't really matter,

at least not to me.

Maybe you care. - I don't know.

Just take it easy.

Everyone walks her own path, sweetie.

Come on.

Look at that pair.

Well, see you, Marchalenes. I'll be back!

Bye, my dear.

Now begone, Little Red Hood.

Grandma is waiting in the woods.

See you, Paca! And you, Veneno!

Oh, hey, you two!

Wait till Juani comes down.

She's packing up the paella in some to-go containers!

- A pig, is what she is! - Oh, I've noticed.

- So then you know! Oi! - Yeah.

She'll forget it in the fridge for two weeks.

Such a pig, Juani. - Oh, that is rude.

Don't say that! - Oh, my God.

I've known Juani for a very long time.

All right, you cows!

Begone before the sheriff sees you

and slaps you with the long arm of the force.

Listen, girl, if the sheriff shows, I'd say,

"Shove it in my cunt." - Oi!

Look at that big mouth. She was playing coy!

The schoolgirl is learning from you both!

- Schoolgirl's learnin'. - Little schoolgirl!

♪ Little schoolgirl, that's a little schoolgirl ♪

- ♪ Little schoolgirl ♪ - ♪ Little schoolgirl ♪

- ♪ Little schoolgirl ♪ - Oi, my sweetheart. Right?

- ♪ Schoolgirl ♪ - Schoolgirl!

That's right! Bye-bye! Ciao!

Bye! See you!

Oh, wow, I can't believe it.

What a surprise.

- Hi, Remedios. - Hello.

What a handsome boy. I mean, you look so...

different, right? Huh?

Handsome, handsome.

What are you doing? - Uh, nothing.

Hanging-- hanging with some friends.

You bunch of whores! You left me to pack everything up!

All right. Give me a kiss, you crazy twat.

- Ciao, Juani. - The bus doesn't wait. Hah!

Nice to meet you, puss. - Thank you.

Mwah. [sighs]

Help me? - Yes, of course.

I'm such a blind whore, sweetie.

Thank you. - Sure.

No problem. Be safe.

She's something else.

Well, send love to your mom.

I haven't seen her in quite a while.

Give me a kiss. - Of course.

All right, take care.

You're okay then, right?

- Yeah. - It was so good seeing you.

Okay. I'll leave you with your friends.

See you, hon.

Nice meeting you. Bye.

Hey! Hello.

Hello.

- Where were you? - Studying.

You're studying a lot lately.

You've got exams coming up? - You get mad if I study.

You get mad if I don't study. - Wait a sec. Look at me.

What's that on your face?

Nothing.

Who were you with?

Son, I just want to know. Tell me.

[sighs] With Amparo.

Amparo is studying?

Yes, Mom, yes. She is now.

Really? And what for?

- For an application, I think. - An application for what?

To be a cop, Mama! I don't know, okay?

Amparo wants to be a cop?

That's a very tough exam to pass.

Just ask her, then! I said I don't know, Mom!

You didn't give me my kiss, son!

[door slams]

[sighs]

PACA: Honey, are you having dinner?

I'm stuffed from the paella,

so I'm just having a kiwi and a couple of cheese cubes.

[telephone dialing]

If you want, I can make you an omelet or something.

WOMAN: Hello.

Who are you--

Okay are you going to tell me

who you're calling on my phone?

- Nobody. - Nobody?

Lets just quit with the phone calls.

You know they're expensive.

Let's watch Cinderella.

It's your favorite.

Yeah, let's watch Cinderella.

[Paca humming a tune]

- [movie playing] - Here.

[sighs]

Look at the mice.

I love that little chubby one.

It's just like you.

And I'm the one with the big ears.

[knocks] Hello.

May I? - Yes, I'm just--

I'm grading tests. - I can come back another time.

No, no, no. Come in.

My God, I'm grading tests. Please come in, and save me.

By the way, your exam is trash.

I know. I'm sorry.

It's just I'm not really focused.

Why? Talk to me.

I don't even know.

She talks a lot, so much, really.

I got notebooks that are loaded,

and she's all over the place.

She's politically incorrect.

She breaks every single rule...

- Hmm. - all of them!

- I love it. - Yeah, I know.

What?

[sighs] I've no idea where to begin.

Every beginning is complicated.

For her, too.

She's never done this, either.

Where to begin?

[sighs]

From the beginning.

Then, bit by bit,

things will fall into place.

You won't even know how, but they will.

Don't overthink it.

There's plenty of time.

I just signed you up.

If she talks a lot, I assume you're gonna need it.

Thank you.

[water runs]

It's done.

[exhales]

Write this down. When I was with Pepe,

his ratings were absolutely out of this world!

Get this. Almost eight million people!

[Chinese folk music playing]

Y-you aren't writing this down.

You told me that already.

Am I gonna like my book?

My story's pretty great.

Yes, Cristina, you're gonna love the book.

You want to ask me something?

Anything?

Of course. It's your book.

What happened in Adra?

Even who ain't a bitch growls.

Cristina...

what do you remember of your childhood?

[sighs]

[restaurant music continues]

[seabird calls faintly]

[sighs]

Excuse me. You can't smoke inside.

- There's no one here. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Of course she can smoke. - Okay, guess you can.

That cutie knows better. And bring a whiskey.

I'll get you a whiskey sweetheart.

BARTENDER: One whiskey coming up.

Want to know what I remember?

The first time I heard the word "faggot."

Faggot.

CRISTINA: I was only seven,

and I didn't know what it meant,

but it wasn't long before I was sick of hearing that word.

- Faggot. - On every corner,

I could hear a... - Faggot.

- so I became a... - Faggot.

Joselito, the fag.

I'm sorry to butt in, but I just can't with this.

First they insult you.

They call you sissies, pansies.

They say you're girls, and when you become women--

because of course that's what you've always been--

but when you're finally women, they treat you like men.

What the fuck? It's like they're deliberately pissing you off.

Pour me another.

I'll get you another whiskey.

Tsk.

Since when have you known you're a woman?

Me? [laughs]

Since always.

I wore my mom's dresses,

put on her makeup and her high heels.

I put on her wedding dress, and I ripped it.

[laughs] It was a scandal.

♪ Oh, mamá ♪

♪ Oh, mamá ♪

♪ Siempre igual ♪

♪ Siempre igual ♪

♪ Deja de tratarme como a un niño, por favor ♪

♪ Tienes que aceptarme como soy ♪

[music continues]

Look, Mama!

CRISTINA: And from that moment,

my mom decided to prove to me...

JOSELITO: that it was wrong to be myself.

- ♪ Oh, mamá... ♪ - What is wrong with you?

You're going to give me a heart attack!

Take that off! Take that off!

When I showed up with a rip in my trousers...

Joselito!

she'd beat me with an almond branch till it broke.

Get in there! Come on!

What were you thinking? My God.

♪ Oh, mamá, ouó... ♪

[yelling]

- ♪ Uo, uo, uo, uo, uo ♪ - Ah, stop!

♪ Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma ♪

No! Mom! Please!

[laughs]

And no matter where we were...

What in the world are you doing?

she was ashamed of me.

There.

See what I have to endure?

You are an open wound to me.

Did you hear, son?

You're my cross.

You are my cross, my burden.

She might have an open wound,

but it was my body that began to fill up with scars.

♪ Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma... ♪

I don't know why she did that,

but it seemed she hated me for being me.

She got disgusted just by looking at me,

and my dad did nothing.

Oh, dear Lord!

The burdens I've been asked to shoulder!

Just like your brother.

You shut your mouth!

Don't talk about him! You hear me?

I don't have a brother.

I didn't know what my uncle had done,

but I started to feel afraid to be like him.

Joselito!

In Adra, my only friend was Manolito,

Manolito Ceballos.

Joselito, this is very dangerous!

Let's go back to Sunday school.

We won't make it for the First Communion!

Good! I don't want to do it.

You have to do it! You are so weird.

[sighs] - Oh, my pretty little dove.

I'm so sorry you're locked up like that.

You and your doves.

Let's get out of here.

But, Manolito, just look at all the animals.

[donkey brays]

I've never noticed them before.

- [chickens clucking] - [goat bleats]

Why does he have so many?

I don't know, but he treats them very bad.

Don't tell me these things!

I'll end up crying in my bed! Come on!

[gasps] You have to see the best thing.

There's more?

- Here. - Thanks.

Mmm.

Hey, Joselito...

am I ugly?

Eh...

Come on. Yes or no?

It's very simple. Yes or no?

- A little bit, Manolito. - See?

I just knew it. I look in the mirror,

and all I see is a witch with a hairy mole on the nose.

But, Manolito, you're not horrible, either.

I wish I was handsome like you, and I wish a boy liked me.

I'm gonna die alone. Plus I'm going to Hell.

Why are you going to Hell?

Because I'm a fag

and I'm skipping Sunday school.

Man, I'll never get married,

and I'll end up a tailor like my mother.

But, Manolito, you might not be ugly forever.

See that chick? - Mm, which one?

Small gray one there.

Oh! What about it?

Right now it's not beautiful.

No.

Because it's still a chick.

But one day, it'll become

the most beautiful peacock in the whole wide world.

And so will you.

- You sure? - Yes.

My brother told me so.

- Have you seen it? - No, but it's real.

But what if I'm just a turkey

with a wattle hanging down instead of a peacock?

[bells pealing]

PRIEST: Line up, boys!

Manolito! Manolito!

What is it now?

- Those boys over there. - What about them?

What are they doing?

What do you think, Joselito?

Their Fist Communion with Father Miguel Ángel.

Why are they wearing dresses?

Because altar boys wear that. It's standard.

Joselito, did you listen during class?

Because apparently you didn't.

[music playing]

GABRIEL: Hey! What are you doing?

- Run, Manolito! - [shrieks]

GABRIEL: Hey!

Come here, you little bastards!

Joselito!

Please! Help me!

GABRIEL: Hey, kid! Come here!

Manolito? Manolito?

- What is it? - Nothing. Sorry, ma'am.

Why did you knock, boy? What is it?

Sorry. It was an accident. I'm leaving.

Wait!

Come.

You are?

Joselito, Joselito Ortiz.

- Maria José's? - Yes. Why?

That woman looked at me

in a way no one ever did before,

like she recognized me.

Off you go.

Go on. Now.

My mother always told me to stay away from her,

and I didn't know why.

[Spanish folk music playing]

Mommy... - What?

What?

I've decided...

I want to do the First Communion.

You were gonna do it anyway.

Why wouldn't you do it?

Honestly, kid. Move.

Out of the way.

Your feet, Tere.

I've told you, girl.

Get your feet down.

And brush your hair.

You look like a tomboy.

[sighs] Paco.

Shh. I'm reading.

Paco.

Shh. I'm reading!

I want to ask you something.

- [sighs] What is it? - What's the difference

between a peacock and a simple turkey?

You really don't know?

- I wouldn't ask if I did. - All right.

A peacock has green and blue feathers. Okay?

And when they open their tail, it makes a circle like this,

a huge one.

And why do they do that? To flirt?

- To flirt, yes. - Huh.

But sometimes just for protection from others.

Look.

Peacocks. Peacocks. Here!

"Peacocks, or Pavo cristatus, use their beauty

to scare away or dominate other birds."

Get it?

I want to be a peacock.

You know what you are? A kestrel.

Now enough! Let me read.

Paco.

What?

Do you think Mom doesn't love me?

Mom doesn't love anyone.

But-- but she loves me less.

She never kisses me.

Good night, Joselito.

[switch clicks]

[bells pealing]

MANOLITO: Sweet Mother, are you sure about this?

Of course, Manolito.

Tighten it up. This looks like a sack.

Then hold still! I'm trying.

Okay, fine. Don't you think it's still too long?

This boy is gonna drive me crazy.

Come on, Manolito.

Tighten it up more.

- Okay, hold on. - [knocking at the door]

Coming!

MANOLITO: Honestly, you're all over the place.

Stop moving.

Can't you just stay still?

Calm down, would you?

So, how do I look?

So handsome. [kisses]

[door opens]

[surf rock playing]

[crowd murmuring]

♪ Ta-ta ta-ta ta-ta ta-ta ♪

♪ Ya ya ya ya ♪

♪ Echemos abajo la estación del tren ♪

♪ Echemos abajo la estación del tren ♪

♪ Echemos abajo la estación del tren ♪

♪ Echemos abajo la estación del tren ♪

♪ Demoler, demoler, demoler, demoler ♪

♪ Echemos abajo la estación del tren ♪

♪ Demoler, demoler la estación del tren ♪

♪ Demoler, demoler la estación del tren ♪

♪ Ta-ta ta-ta ta-ta ta-ta ♪

♪ Ya ya ya ♪

♪ Nos gusta volar estaciones del tren ♪

♪ Demoler, demoler, demoler, demoler ♪

♪ Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye ♪

♪ Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye ♪

- ♪ Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye ♪ - [ding]

♪ Ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye ♪

♪ Demoler, demoler, demoler, demoler ♪

[song ends]

- [crowd murmuring] - Whoa.

Yes!

- [music resumes] - ♪ Ta-ta ta-ta ta-ta ta-ta ♪

♪ Ya ya ya ya ♪

♪ Waow! ♪

[waves lapping]

JOSELITO: That night, I didn't dare go back home,

but I didn't care.

- [door creaks] - I had won the battle.

[insects chirping]

Joselito.

Oh, my goodness.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

D-don't be scared.

Come with me. Come on.

I'm not gonna hurt you. Come here.

Come with me. You poor thing.

And that's how I finally got to know Gracia La Sevillana.

If I go home, my mother's gonna beat me.

She says I do bad things like my uncle.

She's the one who does bad things.

[footsteps scraping]

That's my daughter Ana.

Say hi, sweetie. Don't be shy.

Now eat.

That's heavy.

- They're all jealous! - Paca!

What's going on?

I was the most beautiful woman in Spain.

What's going on? Is she drunk? What is--

As beautiful as Raquel Welch.

I should have gone out with you two.

I knew this would happen. - [siren passing]

- Out of the way, hyena. - Hyena?

You think you can drink with those pills you're taking?

Don't you know she's on Tranxilium 50?

- Give me the phone, Paca! - What phone? E.T.'s phone?

VALERIA: Why do you want the phone, Cristina?

- Who are you calling? - Well, her mother.

Go to bed now! - Paca, give me the phone.

Look at her. This is all your fault!

With your goddamn book. - Paca, give the phone

I said no phone!

[door closes]

[dog barking outside]

- Where were you? - I was studying.

With Amparo, right?

No, alone.

Have a seat.

I heard you were in Marchalenes

with a group of people who--

A group of people who what?

[sighs]

What are you doing, son?

What were you doing with them?

Have you started doing drugs now?

What?

You don't tell me anything

Really, Mom...

go fuck yourself.

And tell Remedios she can go fuck herself, too.

No, Remedios is worried like I would be

if I saw her son hanging out with dangerous people.

I can't believe you.

Seriously, Mom? Are you for real?

Yes, because I'm worried about my son!

And what are you worried about?

That I'm doing drugs? Really?

Fine, Mom. Just leave me alone.

No, I won't leave you alone.

If you're gonna be living in my house,

then you owe me an explanation.

Well, then maybe I'll move out!

[sighs]

[buzzer]

- Hi. - Hello.

Come in.

Tell me how I can help you, handsome.

I'm here for hair removal.

Mm-hmm. Very good. You want laser or waxing?

- Laser. - Oh, laser!

- But all over. - All over?

Are you an athlete?

Is that it? - No.

So you just want to do it. - Mm-hmm.

It's also more hygienic. Trust me, yeah?

Hang on a sec.

Tina, bring me an authorization!

Tina! - Yeah, yeah! I'm coming.

Wait a minute. I've got my hands full.

- How's it going? - Ah, terrible.

A mess of a twat. - Oh, my God. That bad, huh?

Its such a crazy, wild jungle down there

that I might not finish until tomorrow.

Thick, darker than night. - Oh, wow.

- So disgusting. - Shh!

She's gonna hear you. - No, I don't think so.

She's pretty deaf, eh?

Well, sunshine, patience is a virtue.

All right. Estency, how you feeling?

Good?

Here. I need you to sign here.

Oh, I'm sorry, but...

[gasps] I'm sorry.

It's just a health authorization form,

pretty standard. But don't worry.

Nothing's gonna happen. We do this all day long.

You'll be fine.

[door opens]

Can I sleep here?

What happened to you?

Cathy Nails. 24 to 48 hours.

Hon, I told you not to go to that place.

And who's gonna pay for it?

So you haven't told your mother yet, hmm?

No, not yet. - Sweetie. I ran into your mom,

and she started asking if I'm studying to be a cop now.

Either we start telling her the truth,

or I have to buy a gun and learn to shoot it.

Does it hurt?

A little

Hey, Do you think that if I tried that on my bikini area,

it would look like that, too?

I doubt it, because with my luck,

I bet it only happens to me.

And I've got five sessions left.

Five! - You serious?

Will you be staying here for all five?

I love having you here, but I think it's absurd.

Don't worry. I'm moving out.

Valeria. Move out?

You must be joking. You can't move out on your own.

Amparo, what can I do?

You can talk to your mother.

I'm sure that she'll understand.

Amparo...

please don't.

[sighs]

Fine. Forget it.

I won't bring it up again.

If you need anything, just call me.

I'll be in my room with Rubén.

Okay.

- Cathy Nails. - [chuckles]

Have a good night.

Good night, Madame Detective.

[imitates pistol]

[blows]

[both laugh]

Night, night.

[sighs]

[tape whirs]

PACA: And when you hit a client

right in his glass eye, he was so--

[tape whirs]

CRISTINA: The men I've fucked were very important.

They were poli--

[tape whirs]

CRISTINA: Look, honey, as I grew older,

I realized my mother was never gonna love me,

so I stopped hiding.

TEEN JOSELITO: I mean, why should I hide?

Good morning. - Good morning.

If I didn't have my mother's love...

why should I care about others' hate?

- Faggot! - No lie!

Fag and proud!

Plus coming out of the closet

in a tiny village has an advantage.

All the guys who were mad horny because the girls ignored them

came to me to find relief.

[gasping]

Don't tell anyone.

Who would I tell?

Nobody.

[door opens]

[bells pealing]

[motor revving]

Manolito?

What are you doing in there?

I'm just trying to see what you're up to,

since you never invite me anywhere.

You know who that was?

- Who? - Ines' boyfriend.

- [gasps] No way! - Yep.

- Ines' boyfriend is gay? - I have no idea if he is,

but I know he has a big shark. [laughs]

Oh, Joselito, really, I tell you,

I'm green with envy.

I hope a cute boy falls for me someday.

[gasps] Joselito...

have you seen a new musician has come to town?

- Really? - Juan Antonio.

So handsome! It was love at first sight.

I don't know if he's fruity, but whatever.

Hey, Manolito, if you want to be sure, you have to ask him.

Oh, no, I can't ask that. Do you ever ask that?

- Just do it. - I would blush right away.

- I'd feel embarrassed. - Look into his eyes,

and say, "Tell me, you gay or not? Period."

Oh, so brave.

You think everyone is like you.

No, honey.

Such beauty has no equal. Check it out.

Oh, my. Oh, my.

See you at the carnival.

So what's your costume this year?

Hon, it's a surprise. You want to know everything.

- Fair enough. See you. - Give me two kisses.

Oh! You are such a pain.

One. You and your two kisses.

You're a piece of work.

And after I came all this way out here to see you.

- Okay, bye! - Bye.

Begone, and find me a man! - Bye.

Oh, man.

Ah, I wish.

[sewing machine clanking]

GRACIA: There.

Well, this is done.

Look.

[flamenco music playing on stereo]

Look.

- Oh, it's gorgeous! - [sighs]

But can you add one more ruffle or a skirt,

maybe a shawl or something?

One more ruffle, one more ruffle.

Don't overreach. You know people are difficult here.

[sighs] But it's a carnival. No one will notice.

Pretty please?

I can't say no to you, you beautiful...

Okay. - [laughs]

Always having your way. Let me see what I can do.

All right.

Have some cake now.

And you, too, sweetie.

- Here. - Thank you.

Joselito, you want more ruffles?

- Mm-hmm. - Then that's what you'll get.

[laughs]

♪ Bam, bam, bam, bam ♪

♪ Bam, bam, bam ♪

[singing in Spanish]

[siren blaring]

Hey!

Joselito!

Amazing! [laughs]

Ah, wow.

So cute!

You're Miguel Bosé, right?

Maybe.

[laughs] And I?

- Well, I don't really get it. - What do you mean?

Look at the flag and the goat.

I mean, the bare chest.

I'm a Legionnaire!

[scoffs] - Oh!

Hey! Don't look at me like that.

I'll get bad skin. My kisses.

This place looks amazing, right?

They did a good job, huh? - Eh?

All right, let's get a drink.

The thirst.

[singing in Spanish]

[men mutter]

Thanks, and please, two more shots.

Antonio, can you just put these on my tab, please?

Ok-- [laughs]

[siren blaring]

Ucch!

- What are you doing? - Ucch.

- Hey, give it to me. Come on. - That's gross.

Here. Dear Lord, you're an alcoholic,

to be honest. - And proud of it!

Okay!

- Come on. - [gasps]

Joselito, that's Juan Antonio,

there, the one standing up. [gasps]

[yelps] Stop staring. Stop staring

He's looking over here! [gasps]

Jesus!

He's so cute.

- Manolito... - So cute.

[gasps] Stop staring.

Listen-- - Stop that.

Oh, man.

He's looking over here.

[laughs] He's looking at me.

Me? He mean me? Uh...

Joselito, I think he likes me and he wants me over there.

Okay. I'm coming.

Ohh. My glasses.

Here. I'm ready. - Hey, hey, wait, wait.

- Hold these, please. - Careful.

Careful, Manolito.

Joselito, stop that!

Okay? I finally got it!

I don't want to fight. Let's get a drink.

All right? It's a party!

Here's a shot for you and a shot for me.

- Yes, cheers! - Cheers.

[sighs]

- Disgusting! - Go on now!

Be right back.

[gasps]

You're strong.

Uh, so impressive

Well, uh...

I-I still haven't introduced myself.

Sorry. M-my name's Manolito.

And you're Juan Antonio, right?

It's nice to meet you.

So I'm pretty nervous,

because I've never been with a guy before.

Wh-what are you dressed as?

I-I really can't see.

What's up, Legionnaire?

What's this?

What? No, no.

- Faggot! - What?

- What's up, huh? - No, no, no, no!

- I told you he's a sissy. - What's going on, faggot?

- You want this? - You crave a dick?

- No! Help! - You like that?

Help me! [wails]

Please don't! - Get him!

- [wails] - Come on!

- No, no! Please! - Grab his arms!

No! I didn't do anything!

- [laughing] - [grunting]

- Hit him again. - [grunting]

[wincing]

[chorus vocalizing]

[siren blares]

- Hit him. - Yeah!

JOSELITO: Hey.

Hey!

Motherfuckers!

MAN: What the fuck?

Manolito!

- [groans] - Manolito!

- Harder!

You're not laughing now, huh, faggot's friend?

- Manolito! - Hit him!

Yeah!

Hold him down.

He likes it when you hit him.

- Come on! - [Manolito groaning]

Yeah.

Joselito! [groans]

[gasping]

Yeah, good. Good.

- [laughing] - Come on. Do it again.

You better kill me now.

I'm gonna tell 'em all...

everything.

Let's go, guys!

- Okay, let's go. - Faggot!

Come on.

Run before someone sees us!

[Manolito crying]

It's over, Manolito.

It's over now.

I really thought he liked me.

[insects chirping]

[gasping]

Mama.

They tried to kill me.

[crying]

JOSELITO: But...

Get off. Get off!

That's what happens to faggots.

You hear me? A faggot!

What are you wearing?

What is this? What is this?

They should've done worse!

Leave now! Get out!

Get out of here!

Out! Out of my sight!

Gracia.

Yes, baby?

[crying]

Listen to me, Joselito. Listen.

Listen, I loved your uncle.

Yes, your mother's brother.

This place was awful to him, too

One day, he disappeared, and I never saw him again.

A while ago, he wrote to me...

and said he was finally very happy,

but he'd realized that he'd been dead inside for 30 years.

[sighs] 30 whole years.

Can you imagine that?

Every day, my love, I see him in you.

Don't let that happen to you, okay?

If you find an opportunity, leave this town. Get out.

Leave, and don't ever look back, ever!

You hear me?

[telephone line ringing]

WOMAN: Hello.

Gracia?

Hello?

Is Gracia there?

Who's calling?

I'm Joselito.

Joselito.

This is her daughter, Anita.

How are you?

Listen...

my mom passed away a few years ago.

[crying] I just called her to say,

to tell her...

that I remember how good she was to me.

I wanted to thank her.

She saved my life.

I wanted to thank her for that.

- [Anita sighing] - [crying]

MARIA: Where are you going?

Where are you gonna live? - [rooster crowing]

TERE: I don't know! It doesn't matter!

I don't care! - Tell me why are you leaving!

I have no freedom, Mom! You're smothering me!

- What do you mean... - You're smothering me!

I've had it! - Think about it!

There's nothing out there for you!

I hate this, and I hate this house!

- You hate what? - I hate this!

Where are you even going, Tere?

I don't know, and I don't care!

Can't you see that I have to get out of here?

See what? What else do you need?

Yes, I need my freedom, Mom!

I have no freedom here! - Freedom?

You've got everything you need. - Yes, four walls,

but not freedom! - What four walls?

Come here! Listen to me!

I'm begging you, child! Stop!

- Don't touch me anymore! - Stop right there!

Don't touch me anymore!

It's because of her, isn't it?

You always get your way, huh? - Stop that!

Don't you talk to her like that!

Just let us be, and go away! You're crazy!

- Well, you're sick! - Crazy!

You're sick! Sick!

You and your brother, both of you!

You'll kill me!

You're gonna send me to my grave!

Go and live your dissolute life! Go!

[door slams]

I'm writing a book,

a book about Cristina, La Veneno.

That's what I was doing in Marchalenes.

It was for the book. - Why didn't you just say that?

María Teresa!

Hurry. Hurry. Come with me, brother.

Let's go.

Get in. Come on.

Mama...

you said that Cristina is a dangerous person.

But you know what?

Well, dangerous is having an abusive mother.

Dangerous is running away when you're only 13.

Dangerous is being called a faggot

in every corner of your town...

and being tortured because all you want is to be loved...

or feeling lonely because no one sees who you are.

That's more dangerous, Mama.

Tere, can we stop the car a second?

She's a fighter, yeah,

but that doesn't make her dangerous.

They are women.

Well...

we're women for whom the world is dangerous.

I'm not ready to leave, Mama.

I don't want to live this process alone.

But that's up to you.

Joselito!

Joselito!

[music playing]