Veneno (2020): Season 1, Episode 2 - Un viaje en el tiempo - full transcript
This wine is so good, girls!
It just brightens things up.
Look at the paella.
-It smells so good, right?
-Keep stirring.
You may be cooking,
but don’t stop looking.
Bring me some water.
You'll see how this turns out
with these beans thrown in.
-Make sure they're quality beans.
-Write:
the best days were Thursdays.
next Fridays, and then the weekend
when there was less work.
-And why was that?
-Because the clients were married.
Not all of them, sure.
They came to us after work.
And they spent the weekend
with their families.
Come on, Paca...!
Is this book about you or me?
It's all about the book!
See Jane's ass,
it works like a butter churn.
But Cristina,
I already told you it's not a book,
-it's just for school...
-Whatever, just write:
We were 4000 whores
in the West Side Park.
Look at the drama queen!
4000 whores?
-There were only 30 or 40 of us.
-Depends on the day.
-Not even if there were a parade.
-The parade's in your pussy.
We were few, but we were mighty.
And write this:
just three of us wore only panties.
The hot ones.
La Manola!
Carolina from Vigo!
And me, a total bombshell!
Sweetie, I went out in panties,
I had a nice body too.
Now, just spring and summer.
Not a chance in winter.
No! I never went out in panties,
Paca. That's not classy.
-It's for nasty girls like you.
-What's the problem, honey?
-With your pussy all hanging out.
-All the men wanted to sleep with me.
Just look!
Not you, not you.
Not you...
You.
Here we go with the horror stories.
The other girls were green with envy.
Write that for the book.
Sweet mother of god!
Lord have mercy!
Her pussy had
the cars lining up for miles!
She made piles of dough!
Cars lined up from here to Albacete!
Who could that be?
I'm not expecting anyone.
Maybe it's the meter reader,
here to read La Veneno's meter.
-Coming...
-Look that whore ass of yours...
-Hello, my love.
-Oh my, what a surprise!
-What's up, Bienve?
-I know that voice.
-Yes, I invited them! Come in!
-Hello!
Ooh, Bienve!
-Sweetie...
-Look at those new tits!
-Like a pair of Soviet missiles.
-Come in!
Sacha, look at you.
Valeria, she just got her new pussy.
-Honestly...
-What? You're a woman.
This is Valeria,
who's writing a book about me!
-Well...
-Hi, I'm Sacha. Pleasure to meet you.
-You too.
-Hi, I'm Bienve.
-What a sweet girl.
-Thank you...
You stay for lunch?
I can add more rice and artichokes.
Artichokes, yams, all of it.
If you want clams, clams.
If you want cucumbers,
a nice cucumber.
And if not, a nice bean stew
to keep us up all night.
You are so rude...
I might be rude, but everybody loves me!
Because I'm clear as glass,
not like some people. Write that down.
-What's this book about?
-It's science fiction.
-Can't you see she's an alien?
-It's for a literary competition.
And if they choose me,
the prize is publishing my work.
-But they're not gonna choose me.
-How could you lose? It's my life!
-Write down that she owes me 200E.
-Shut up! I'm done with you.
-If you owe me, you owe me.
-She owes me too...
-Honestly...
-What is this?
-Go and grab the artichokes...
-Shut up, fairies!
It's my story, isn't it?
Well then, I'm gonna tell it.
I was born on March 19th, 1964.
On the Feast of St Joseph.
There was a sweet serenade.
It's over, he's here.
The baby's here.
I was born
just as the clock struck midnight.
My grandmother gathered me up,
and she was struck by my eyes,
like something happened.
My eyes were wide open,
and they sparkled. And she said:
This child is destined to conquer
with his gaze.
And that's always been
a big part of who I am.
EPISODE 2
A TRIP BACK IN TIME
I was born in Adra,
just like my mother.
Adra is a village in Almería
that used to be tiny,
a hole in the middle of Andalucía.
It's grown a lot since then.
-Give her to me.
-My family wasn't upper class
but we did alright.
-Mommy!
-What are you doing?
My mother, María Jesús,
had a grocery shop,
and my father was a car salesman.
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, Tere, who was always
fighting with my mother.
Tere, fix your hair.
Could you please just fix her hair?
Paco, who I shared a room with
and told everything to.
Is everyone here then?
Rocío, who's the youngest...
Alright then. Ready, set...
And me. José Antonio Ortiz Rodríguez.
Joselito?
Joselito. Joselito!
Now where did that boy get to?
Joselito.
I never liked school,
I was never a top student.
My favorite thing was animals.
Playing with dogs,
taking care of birds.
My neighbor was a boy called Gabriel,
but everyone called him Cat-killer.
I'll let you figure out why.
He had tons of animals of all kinds.
Even peacocks and guinea fowls.
And I snuck in there to see them.
Joselito!
Come on, time to go home!
-Maricarmen, come here!
-It's time to go!
-I want to show you something.
-You asked for it.
What're you doing here?
Mom's not happy.
-I'm looking at this beautiful dove.
-You know what they say about them?
-What?
-They don't fly as high.
-Why?
-You can't have everything in life.
Come on now.
Run!
-I'm coming, I'm coming...
-Come on!
Here he is!
-Where were you?
-Running an errand.
Running an errand? Get over here...
And you too, let's go. Please.
It's gonna be dark soon.
My mother always wanted
to come off good.
The richest, the most beautiful,
the perfect family.
What was your relationship like
with your mother?
Hey listen, this is ready.
The paella is served.
Cristina?
-Come on, let's eat.
-Set the table now.
We're gonna stuff ourselves.
Will you grab those, Juanita?
-I got it, sweetie.
-Stop the questions for now.
Look at her, exhausted
from all the questions.
-My little journalist...
-See Jane write...
What's important is that La Veneno
was the most beautiful transvestite
in all of Spain! Let's hear it!
Yes!
-Hi.
-You startled me.
-How's it going?
-Good. Hanging out with these ladies.
-They're crazy.
-They're pretty funny, though.
Yes, sometimes it's a little much.
But, they're great.
-How long has it been for you?
-Like a year and a half.
Really?
And you already look like that?
Yeah. I mean,
with a few touch-ups, love.
If not, you'll never get there.
But yes, a year and a half.
I wanna start taking hormones,
but I haven't talked to my mom yet...
You haven't told her yet?
Well...
Listen...
I'm gonna do you a little favor, OK?
I'm not dealer.
Promise you'll you go to the doctor.
-Yes.
-This is what I take.
You have to take one of each,
every day.
Your skin will get softer,
your chest will fill out, just a bit.
They're not gonna get
huge overnight.
Some people say your voice changes,
but I don't think so.
I mean, look at me. But anyway,
your voice doesn't really matter.
-At least to me.
-I don't know...
Just relax.
Everyone walks her own path, sweetie.
-Look at them.
-Bye, Marchalenes, I'll be back.
Bye, sweetie. Little Red Riding Hood,
better run, Grandma's waiting!
Bye, Paca! See you soon, Veneno!
Girls, wait til Juani comes down.
-She's packing up the paella!
-That Juani!
-What're you gonna do?
-She'll forget it in the fridge.
-That Juani is such a pig.
-Don't say that.
-I've known Juani for a very long time.
-Alright now!
Go home before the ghosts pluck you
like a flock of chickens!
You know what I say?
I'll show them what I've got!
Check out our girl,
she's growing up!
-The schoolgirl has learned!
-Right! Schoolgirl!
-Schoolgirl, schoolgirl, schoolgirl!
-That's right, beautiful...
Come on, now...
Goodbye!
Oh my gosh, I can't believe it.
-What a surprise. Hello.
-Hi, Remedios...
Gosh, you look so handsome.
I mean, you look different, right?
You look good.
What are you doing here?
Nothing, hanging out
with some friends.
You little bitches,
you left me to pack everything up!
Give me kiss, you crazy thing.
I'm gonna miss my bus.
-Nice to meet you, gorgeous.
-Thank you.
Could you help me?
I'm going blind...
-Thank you.
-No problem. Bye.
Wow, she's something.
Well, tell your mom I said hi,
I haven't seen her in a while.
-Gimme a kiss.
-I'll let her know.
Alright, take care.
You're OK then, right?
Good, then I can rest easy.
I'll leave you with your friends.
See you, hon. See you later, bye.
-Aren't you gonna say hello?
-Hello...
-Where were you?
-I was studying.
You've been studying a lot lately.
When I study, I study.
And when I don't, I don't.
Look at me.
-What's that on your face?
-Nothing.
Who were you with?
Son, I just want to know.
-Amparo.
-Amparo's studying?
-Yes, Mom, she's studying now.
-What's she studying?
-State exams, I think.
-What state exams?
-To be a cop, Mom. I don't know.
-Amparo a cop?
-That's a tough exam to pass.
-Just ask her yourself!
Hey, don't I get a kiss?
Hon, are you having dinner?
I'm stuffed from the paella.
I'm just gonna have a kiwi
and some cheese.
Can I make you
an omelet or something?
Hello?
Who are are you...?
You wanna tell me who you're calling?
-Nobody.
-Nobody?
Stop making calls,
you know the bill's in my name.
Let's put Cinderella on,
that's your favorite.
Yeah, let's watch Cinderella.
Here.
-Look at those little mice.
-I love that chubby one.
You're the chubby one,
and I'm the one with the big ears.
-Hi. You busy?
-I'm just... I'm correcting exams.
-I can come back later.
-No, no, no. Come in.
I'm correcting exams.
Come in and save me.
-By the way, your exam is a wreck.
-I know, I'm sorry...
-I'm not really focused...
-Well, talk to me.
I don't even know...
She talks nonstop.
I've filled 1000 notebooks,
and it goes back and forth.
It's all over the place
and it breaks every single rule.
-Sounds good.
-Yeah, I know.
What?
I have no idea where to begin.
Every beginning is complicated.
For her too,
she's never done this either.
Where to begin...
At the beginning.
Then bit by bit,
things will fall into place.
On day you'll ask yourself
how you did it,
but it'll all just fit together.
Don't worry.
There's plenty of time,
I just signed you up.
If she talks a lot,
you're gonna need it.
Thank you.
It's done.
Write that my numbers with Pepe Nabo
were out of this world.
Almost eight million people!
You're not gonna write that down?
You already told me that.
How's my book coming?
My story's pretty great, right?
Yes, Cristina.
It's gonna be an incredible book.
You wanna ask me something?
-Whatever I want?
-Of course. It's your book.
What happened in Adra?
Fucking Adra.
Cristina,
what do you remember
from your childhood?
-Sorry, you can't smoke here.
-There's no one else.
-Of course she can smoke.
-Looks like you can.
He knows his stuff.
And I'll take a whiskey.
-I'll get you a whiskey, sweetheart.
-One whisky coming up.
Know what I remember about Adra?
The first time
I heard the word faggot.
Faggot.
I was 7,
and didn't know what it meant,
but before long I was sick
of hearing that word.
-Faggot.
-On every corner, I heard it...
-Faggot.
-And I ended up as...
-Faggot.
-Joselito, the fag.
Sorry to butt in, but I just can't.
First they insult you,
call you queers, mama's boys,
treat you like girls...
And when you actually become women,
which you've always been;
but when you're finally women,
they treat you like guys.
What the hell?
They just wanna piss you off.
-I'll have another one of these.
-I'll get you another whiskey.
And when did you know
you were a woman?
Me? My whole life.
I put on my mom's dresses,
her makeup, her heels.
I put on her wedding dress,
I ripped it all up.
Total scandal.
Look, mom!
From then, my mom decided to prove to me
there was something wrong with me.
-Take that off!
-When I showed up
with a rip in my trousers...
Joselito!
She beat me with a branch
from the almond tree.
Get in here!
Mom no!
Mom stop!
-And no matter where I went...
-What in the world are you doing?
She was ashamed of me.
You and your ways...
You are an open sore,
do you hear me?
You're my cross to bear.
She might have an open sore,
but my body began to fill up
with scars.
I don't know why, but it seemed
she hated me for being me.
Just by looking at me.
And my father did nothing.
Dear Lord, the burdens
I've been asked to shoulder!
He's just like your brother.
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!
My only friend was Manolito.
Manolito Ceballos.
Joselito, this is dangerous!
We have to go back to catechism
or they'll never let us make
our First Communion!
-I'm not doing it.
-What're you talking about?
You are so weird...
Oh, little dove... I'm so sorry
you're locked up like that.
You and your doves.
Let's get out of here.
Manolito!
Just look at all the animals...
Wow, I never even noticed.
-Why does he have so many?
-He doesn't treat them very well.
Don't say that! I'll end up crying
in my bed. Come on!
-You have to see the best thing.
-There's more?
-Here.
-Thanks.
Hey, Joselito, do you think I'm ugly?
Yes or no, it's simple.
Yes or no?
-A little bit, Manolito.
-See? I knew it.
I look in the mirror and all I see is
a witch with a hairy mole.
Manolito, you're not that ugly.
I wish I were handsome like you.
I wish a boy liked me.
I'm gonna die alone,
plus I'm going to hell.
-Why're you going to hell?
-Because I'm a fag,
and I'm not doing
my First Communion.
I'll never marry and I'll end up
a tailor, like my mother.
But Manolito,
you might not be ugly forever.
-See that little chick there?
-Which one?
-The little grey one.
-What about it?
-It's not pretty now, right?
-No.
That's because it's still a chick.
But it'll turn
into the most beautiful peacock.
-And so will you..
-You sure?
Yes, my brother told me so.
-Have you seen it happen?
-No, but I'm sure of it.
What if I'm a turkey with
a wattle hanging down
instead of a peacock?
Single file, boys.
-Manolito, Manolito!
-What is it?
-Those boys.
-What about them?
-What are they doing?
-What do you think, Joselito?
They're helping Father Miguel Ángel
with communion.
Why are they wearing dresses?
Because when you're an altar boy
you wear robes.
Haven't you ever been to catechism?
Sure doesn't seem like it...
-Hey! What're you doing?
-Run, Manolito!
Come here, you little bastards!
Joselito!
Please, help me!
Hey, kid! Come here!
Manolito? Manolito?
What is it?
-Nothing, nothing. Sorry.
-So why did you knock then?
-What do you want?
-Sorry. It was an accident.
Wait!
Come here.
-Are you...?
-Joselito. Joselito Ortiz.
-María Jesús' boy?
-Yes, why?
That woman looked at me
like no one did ever before.
It was like she recognized me.
Go on now. Run, run.
My mother always told me
to keep away from her,
and I never knew why.
-Mommy.
-What?
-What?
-I've decided I'm gonna do
-my First Communion.
-Of course you are.
Why wouldn't you?
Honestly, this child.
Move. Out of the way.
Your feet, Tere.
I've told you dozens of times.
Get your feet down.
And brush your hair, honey.
You look like a boy.
-Paco...
-I'm reading.
-Paco...
-I'm reading!
-I wanna ask you something.
-What is it?
What's the difference
between a peacock and a turkey?
-You really don't know?
-No, I wouldn't have asked.
Alright. A peacock has green
and blue feathers,
and when they open their tail
it makes a big fan like this.
And why do they do that?
To find a mate?
To find a mate, but also to defend
themselves.
Look. Peacocks... Here.
"Peacocks, or Pavo cristatus,
use their beauty
to scare away
or dominate other birds."
Get it?
-I wanna be a peacock.
-You're more like a kestrel.
Now let me read.
Paco...
What?
-Mommy doesn't love me, right?
-Mommy doesn't love anyone.
But she loves me less.
She never kisses me.
Good night, Joselito.
Are you sure about this?
Of course, Manolito.
Cinch it up, it's too baggy.
-I can't do it unless you hold still.
-OK, fine.
-Don't you think it's a little long?
-This kid. I tell you what.
Come on, Manolito,
tighten it up a little more.
-Here, let me...
-Coming!
Honestly, you're all wound up
like a drum.
-Can you just sit still? Calm down.
-What do you think? How do I look?
Amazing.
I can't believe it.
Dear Lord...
Yes!
That night I didn't dare go home.
But I didn't care.
I had won the battle.
Joselito...
Oh my goodness.
Hey!
What're you doing here? Don't worry.
Come with me, come on.
Don't worry, son.
Come with me.
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.
That's my daughter, Ana.
Say hi, sweetie, don't be shy.
Go on, eat up.
That's so intense.
-They're all jealous!
-Paca!
-What's going on?
-I was the most beautiful woman...
-What happened?
-Just like Raquel Welch...
-I should have gone with you.
-Out of the way, you filthy bitch!
You think you can mix alcohol
with those pills you're taking.
-Leave me alone!
-She's on Tranxilium 50.
-Give me the phone, Paca!
-What phone?
-Who do you want to call?
-Her mother.
-Just go to bed!
-Paca...
This is your fault,
with your goddamned book.
-Give me the phone.
-I said no!
-Where have you been?
-Studying.
-With Amparo?
-No, alone.
Have a seat.
I heard you were in Marchalenes
with a group of people who...
-A group of people who what?
-What are you up to?
What are you doing with them?
-Are you doing drugs?
-What?
Why won't you talk to me?
Look, Mom. Go to hell.
And tell Remedios she can go
to hell too.
She's worried like I would be
if I saw her son
with dangerous people!
Dangerous people? Seriously?
-Do you hear yourself?
-I'm worried about my son!
Worried about what?
Drugs? Really?
Just leave me alone.
I won't.
As long as you're living here,
you owe me an explanation.
Then maybe I'll move out!
-Hello.
-Hi. Come in.
How can I help you?
-I'm here for hair removal.
-Good.
-Laser or waxing?
-Laser.
-OK, laser.
-But... all over.
-All over. You an athlete?
-No.
OK, just for fun then.
It's also more hygienic.
Hang on a second.
Tina, bring me an authorization form!
-Tina!
-Yes, I'm coming.
-Sorry, got my hands full.
-How's it going?
-Not great. A mess of a pussy.
-That bad, huh?
So much hair
I probably won't even finish today.
-Dark as night too.
-Jesus.
-You'd see this pussy!
-Geez, she'll hear you.
I don't think so. She's pretty deaf.
-Well, patience is a virtue.
-OK, Estency, everything OK?
Look, I need you to fill this out.
Oh, sorry. Sorry.
It's just an authorization.
But no need to worry,
we know exactly what we're doing.
-Can I sleep here?
-What happened to you?
Cathy Nails. 24 to 48 hours.
-I told you not to go to that place.
-And where do I go?
-So you haven't talked to your mom.
-Nope.
I ran into your mom
and she started asking if I'm a cop.
Either we start telling the truth,
or I buy a gun.
-Does it hurt?
-A little.
Hey, if they do my bikini,
will the same thing happen to me?
I doubt it girl. With my luck,
I'm the only one this happens to.
And I've got five sessions left.
Five!
Five? And you'll be coming here
after each one?
I mean, I'm fine with it,
but it's kind of ridiculous.
-I'm moving out anyway.
-Valeria...
How can you move out?
You can't do that.
-What else can I do?
-You can talk to your mom.
-She'll understand.
-Amparo...
Please.
Just forget it then.
I won't bring it up again.
Call me if you need anything.
I'm in my room with Rubén.
OK.
Cathy Nails. Have a good night.
Good night, Inspector.
See you.
And when you gave it to a client
right in his glass eye...
The men I've slept with,
some were super import...
Look, honey, as I grew up,
I realized
my mother was never gonna love me.
So I stopped hiding.
What good would that do?
Good morning, Josefa.
If I didn't have my mother's love...
Why should I care
about everyone hating me?
-Fairy!
-That's right! And proud of it!
Plus, coming out of the closet
in a tiny village has its advantages.
All the guys who were mad horny
because the girls ignored them,
they came to me for a little relief.
-Don't tell anyone.
-Who would I tell?
Nobody.
Manolito, what're you doing here?
I wanted to see,
you don't invite me anywhere.
-You know who that was?
-Who?
-Inés' boyfriend.
-Shut up!
-Inés' boyfriend is a fag!?
-Don't know, but he has good stuff.
Joselito, I tell you what.
I'm green with envy!
I hope some boy falls
for me someday.
Have you seen there's
a new musician in town?
Juan Antonio, so handsome!
It was love at first sight.
I don't know if he's gay, but...
If you wanna know if he's gay,
just ask him.
How am I gonna ask him that?
I'd get all awkward.
Just look hi in the face and say,
are you gay or not? Period.
So brave.
-Not everyone is like you.
-No, honey.
Adra has never seen such beauty.
Check it out.
-I can't believe you...
-I'll see you later.
-What're you dressing up as?
-Do you have to know everything?
-Fine, I'm off.
-Gimme a kiss.
-You and your kisses.
-You are a piece of work.
I came all the way out here
just to see you.
-Fine then, see you later.
-Bye.
Maybe some man will kidnap me.
Oh man.
If only...
This is done, look.
Look.
Oh, it's so pretty!
But add a little ruffle,
or a flounce, or a shawl...
Add a ruffle, add a ruffle...
Don't get carried away,
people love to talk.
But it's Carnival,
nobody will even notice. Please...
Aren't you the most beautiful thing'
Always having your way.
Let me see what I can do.
Have some cake now.
And you too, sweetie.
-Here.
-Thanks.
Joselito, you want more ruffles?
Well that's what you're gonna get.
Joselito!
What's up?
You look great!
So cute!
-You're Miguel Bosé, right?
-Maybe.
-What about me?
-I don't really get it.
What do you mean?
Look, the flag and a goat!
I'm a legionnaire!
My skin's all broken out,
don't look at my face. Gimme a kiss.
Hey, looks great, right?
Let's go get a drink, I'm parched!
Look, look, look...
Thanks, Antonio.
And two shots if you would.
Antonio, put it on my tab please.
-What're you doing?
-That's disgusting!
Here. What're you, an alcoholic?
-Honestly...
-And proud of it.
Come on!
Joselito, that's Juan Antonio.
The one standing up.
Don't look, he's looking over here!
Jesus...
-He's so cute! He's so hot!
-Oh my god...
He's looking, don't look.
He's looking over here.
He's looking at me.
Me? He means me.
Oh, Joselito, I think he likes me.
He wants me to go over there.
I'm coming, I'm coming.
-Here, hold my glasses.
-Hey... Wait, wait.
-Hold these, hold onto these.
-Be careful, Manolito.
Joselito, that's enough. Geez!
I'm finally hooking up.
Let's not fight now, it's a party.
Shot for you, shot for me.
-Disgusting!
-Go on now!
Be right back.
You're so strong! So impressive...
I still haven't introduced myself...
My name's Manolito.
And you're Juan Antonio, right?
Nice to meet you.
So... I'm pretty nervous,
because I've never been
with a guy before...
What're you dressed as?
-I can't really see.
-What's up, Legionnaire?
What's going on?
-What? No, no...
-What, faggot?
-No no.
-You know you like it.
-No, no! Help!
-Where you going, faggot?
-No, no, please.
-Get him!
-I didn't do anything!
-Get him!
Nice to meet you, Manolito.
Manolito!
Hey! What're you doing!?
-Manolito! Manolito!!
-Hit him harder!
-You're not laughing now, are you?
-Hit the fairy!
-Joselito!
-He likes it when you hit him.
Fairy.
Joselito!
You better kill me now,
or I'll tell everyone.
Everyone!
Let's go!
Let's go, move!
Don't worry, Manolito.
It's over now.
I thought he liked me...
Mom...
They wanted to kill me...
Get off me, get off!
It's because you're a faggot,
do you hear me? A faggot!
What are you wearing? What is this?
They should've done worse.
Get out of here.
Get out, get out.
Out of my sight.
Go!
Gracia.
Yes?
Listen to me, Joselito, listen.
I loved your uncle.
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 happy.
But that he'd realized
it had taken 30 years to get there.
Thirty years, can you imagine?
When I look at you, I see him.
Don't let the same thing
happen to you.
As soon as you get the chance,
get out of here.
Go, go, and don't ever look back.
Ever again.
You hear me?
-Hello?
-Gracia?
Hello?
Is Gracia there?
-Who's calling?
-Joselito.
Joselito.
-This is her daughter, Anita.
-How are you?
Listen,
mom died a few years ago.
I just called to tell her...
that I remember
how good she was to me.
I wanted to say thank you.
She saved my life.
I wanted to thank her.
-Where are you gonna live?
-I don't care!
-Why are you leaving?
-You're smothering me!
-What you mean?
-Yes! I've had it!
-What do you mean you're leaving?
-I'm sick of you!
-Where are you even going?
-I'll be fine as long it's not here!
-Can't you see that?
-See what?
-I have no freedom here.
-What freedom?
-You've got everything you need.
-Four walls, but not freedom.
Come here, listen to me!
I'm begging you! Stop!
-Don't touch me!
-You're leaving with her, right?
-You always get your way, don't you?
-Shut up!
Just leave us alone, you're crazy.
-Well you're sick!
-Crazy!
You and your brother both!
You'll have me in the grave!
Get out of here, you're shameless!
Go!
I'm writing a book.
A book about Cristina, La Veneno.
That's what I was doing
in Marchalenes.
Why didn't you tell me?
María Teresa!
Hurry, hurry...
Mom...
Before, you said that Cristina
is dangerous, but you know what?
Dangerous is an abusive mother.
Dangerous is having
to run away when you're 13.
Dangerous is when on every corner
of your village they call you a fag,
and you're tortured because
you still want them to love you.
Or feeling alone because nobody sees
you for who you are.
That's dangerous, Mom.
Tere, can we stop for a second?
She was a fighter, for sure.
But she's not dangerous.
They are women...
Well...
We're women
for whom the world is dangerous.
I don't want to move out, Mom.
I don't wanna go through this alone.
But it's up to you.
Joselito! Joselito!
It just brightens things up.
Look at the paella.
-It smells so good, right?
-Keep stirring.
You may be cooking,
but don’t stop looking.
Bring me some water.
You'll see how this turns out
with these beans thrown in.
-Make sure they're quality beans.
-Write:
the best days were Thursdays.
next Fridays, and then the weekend
when there was less work.
-And why was that?
-Because the clients were married.
Not all of them, sure.
They came to us after work.
And they spent the weekend
with their families.
Come on, Paca...!
Is this book about you or me?
It's all about the book!
See Jane's ass,
it works like a butter churn.
But Cristina,
I already told you it's not a book,
-it's just for school...
-Whatever, just write:
We were 4000 whores
in the West Side Park.
Look at the drama queen!
4000 whores?
-There were only 30 or 40 of us.
-Depends on the day.
-Not even if there were a parade.
-The parade's in your pussy.
We were few, but we were mighty.
And write this:
just three of us wore only panties.
The hot ones.
La Manola!
Carolina from Vigo!
And me, a total bombshell!
Sweetie, I went out in panties,
I had a nice body too.
Now, just spring and summer.
Not a chance in winter.
No! I never went out in panties,
Paca. That's not classy.
-It's for nasty girls like you.
-What's the problem, honey?
-With your pussy all hanging out.
-All the men wanted to sleep with me.
Just look!
Not you, not you.
Not you...
You.
Here we go with the horror stories.
The other girls were green with envy.
Write that for the book.
Sweet mother of god!
Lord have mercy!
Her pussy had
the cars lining up for miles!
She made piles of dough!
Cars lined up from here to Albacete!
Who could that be?
I'm not expecting anyone.
Maybe it's the meter reader,
here to read La Veneno's meter.
-Coming...
-Look that whore ass of yours...
-Hello, my love.
-Oh my, what a surprise!
-What's up, Bienve?
-I know that voice.
-Yes, I invited them! Come in!
-Hello!
Ooh, Bienve!
-Sweetie...
-Look at those new tits!
-Like a pair of Soviet missiles.
-Come in!
Sacha, look at you.
Valeria, she just got her new pussy.
-Honestly...
-What? You're a woman.
This is Valeria,
who's writing a book about me!
-Well...
-Hi, I'm Sacha. Pleasure to meet you.
-You too.
-Hi, I'm Bienve.
-What a sweet girl.
-Thank you...
You stay for lunch?
I can add more rice and artichokes.
Artichokes, yams, all of it.
If you want clams, clams.
If you want cucumbers,
a nice cucumber.
And if not, a nice bean stew
to keep us up all night.
You are so rude...
I might be rude, but everybody loves me!
Because I'm clear as glass,
not like some people. Write that down.
-What's this book about?
-It's science fiction.
-Can't you see she's an alien?
-It's for a literary competition.
And if they choose me,
the prize is publishing my work.
-But they're not gonna choose me.
-How could you lose? It's my life!
-Write down that she owes me 200E.
-Shut up! I'm done with you.
-If you owe me, you owe me.
-She owes me too...
-Honestly...
-What is this?
-Go and grab the artichokes...
-Shut up, fairies!
It's my story, isn't it?
Well then, I'm gonna tell it.
I was born on March 19th, 1964.
On the Feast of St Joseph.
There was a sweet serenade.
It's over, he's here.
The baby's here.
I was born
just as the clock struck midnight.
My grandmother gathered me up,
and she was struck by my eyes,
like something happened.
My eyes were wide open,
and they sparkled. And she said:
This child is destined to conquer
with his gaze.
And that's always been
a big part of who I am.
EPISODE 2
A TRIP BACK IN TIME
I was born in Adra,
just like my mother.
Adra is a village in Almería
that used to be tiny,
a hole in the middle of Andalucía.
It's grown a lot since then.
-Give her to me.
-My family wasn't upper class
but we did alright.
-Mommy!
-What are you doing?
My mother, María Jesús,
had a grocery shop,
and my father was a car salesman.
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, Tere, who was always
fighting with my mother.
Tere, fix your hair.
Could you please just fix her hair?
Paco, who I shared a room with
and told everything to.
Is everyone here then?
Rocío, who's the youngest...
Alright then. Ready, set...
And me. José Antonio Ortiz Rodríguez.
Joselito?
Joselito. Joselito!
Now where did that boy get to?
Joselito.
I never liked school,
I was never a top student.
My favorite thing was animals.
Playing with dogs,
taking care of birds.
My neighbor was a boy called Gabriel,
but everyone called him Cat-killer.
I'll let you figure out why.
He had tons of animals of all kinds.
Even peacocks and guinea fowls.
And I snuck in there to see them.
Joselito!
Come on, time to go home!
-Maricarmen, come here!
-It's time to go!
-I want to show you something.
-You asked for it.
What're you doing here?
Mom's not happy.
-I'm looking at this beautiful dove.
-You know what they say about them?
-What?
-They don't fly as high.
-Why?
-You can't have everything in life.
Come on now.
Run!
-I'm coming, I'm coming...
-Come on!
Here he is!
-Where were you?
-Running an errand.
Running an errand? Get over here...
And you too, let's go. Please.
It's gonna be dark soon.
My mother always wanted
to come off good.
The richest, the most beautiful,
the perfect family.
What was your relationship like
with your mother?
Hey listen, this is ready.
The paella is served.
Cristina?
-Come on, let's eat.
-Set the table now.
We're gonna stuff ourselves.
Will you grab those, Juanita?
-I got it, sweetie.
-Stop the questions for now.
Look at her, exhausted
from all the questions.
-My little journalist...
-See Jane write...
What's important is that La Veneno
was the most beautiful transvestite
in all of Spain! Let's hear it!
Yes!
-Hi.
-You startled me.
-How's it going?
-Good. Hanging out with these ladies.
-They're crazy.
-They're pretty funny, though.
Yes, sometimes it's a little much.
But, they're great.
-How long has it been for you?
-Like a year and a half.
Really?
And you already look like that?
Yeah. I mean,
with a few touch-ups, love.
If not, you'll never get there.
But yes, a year and a half.
I wanna start taking hormones,
but I haven't talked to my mom yet...
You haven't told her yet?
Well...
Listen...
I'm gonna do you a little favor, OK?
I'm not dealer.
Promise you'll you go to the doctor.
-Yes.
-This is what I take.
You have to take one of each,
every day.
Your skin will get softer,
your chest will fill out, just a bit.
They're not gonna get
huge overnight.
Some people say your voice changes,
but I don't think so.
I mean, look at me. But anyway,
your voice doesn't really matter.
-At least to me.
-I don't know...
Just relax.
Everyone walks her own path, sweetie.
-Look at them.
-Bye, Marchalenes, I'll be back.
Bye, sweetie. Little Red Riding Hood,
better run, Grandma's waiting!
Bye, Paca! See you soon, Veneno!
Girls, wait til Juani comes down.
-She's packing up the paella!
-That Juani!
-What're you gonna do?
-She'll forget it in the fridge.
-That Juani is such a pig.
-Don't say that.
-I've known Juani for a very long time.
-Alright now!
Go home before the ghosts pluck you
like a flock of chickens!
You know what I say?
I'll show them what I've got!
Check out our girl,
she's growing up!
-The schoolgirl has learned!
-Right! Schoolgirl!
-Schoolgirl, schoolgirl, schoolgirl!
-That's right, beautiful...
Come on, now...
Goodbye!
Oh my gosh, I can't believe it.
-What a surprise. Hello.
-Hi, Remedios...
Gosh, you look so handsome.
I mean, you look different, right?
You look good.
What are you doing here?
Nothing, hanging out
with some friends.
You little bitches,
you left me to pack everything up!
Give me kiss, you crazy thing.
I'm gonna miss my bus.
-Nice to meet you, gorgeous.
-Thank you.
Could you help me?
I'm going blind...
-Thank you.
-No problem. Bye.
Wow, she's something.
Well, tell your mom I said hi,
I haven't seen her in a while.
-Gimme a kiss.
-I'll let her know.
Alright, take care.
You're OK then, right?
Good, then I can rest easy.
I'll leave you with your friends.
See you, hon. See you later, bye.
-Aren't you gonna say hello?
-Hello...
-Where were you?
-I was studying.
You've been studying a lot lately.
When I study, I study.
And when I don't, I don't.
Look at me.
-What's that on your face?
-Nothing.
Who were you with?
Son, I just want to know.
-Amparo.
-Amparo's studying?
-Yes, Mom, she's studying now.
-What's she studying?
-State exams, I think.
-What state exams?
-To be a cop, Mom. I don't know.
-Amparo a cop?
-That's a tough exam to pass.
-Just ask her yourself!
Hey, don't I get a kiss?
Hon, are you having dinner?
I'm stuffed from the paella.
I'm just gonna have a kiwi
and some cheese.
Can I make you
an omelet or something?
Hello?
Who are are you...?
You wanna tell me who you're calling?
-Nobody.
-Nobody?
Stop making calls,
you know the bill's in my name.
Let's put Cinderella on,
that's your favorite.
Yeah, let's watch Cinderella.
Here.
-Look at those little mice.
-I love that chubby one.
You're the chubby one,
and I'm the one with the big ears.
-Hi. You busy?
-I'm just... I'm correcting exams.
-I can come back later.
-No, no, no. Come in.
I'm correcting exams.
Come in and save me.
-By the way, your exam is a wreck.
-I know, I'm sorry...
-I'm not really focused...
-Well, talk to me.
I don't even know...
She talks nonstop.
I've filled 1000 notebooks,
and it goes back and forth.
It's all over the place
and it breaks every single rule.
-Sounds good.
-Yeah, I know.
What?
I have no idea where to begin.
Every beginning is complicated.
For her too,
she's never done this either.
Where to begin...
At the beginning.
Then bit by bit,
things will fall into place.
On day you'll ask yourself
how you did it,
but it'll all just fit together.
Don't worry.
There's plenty of time,
I just signed you up.
If she talks a lot,
you're gonna need it.
Thank you.
It's done.
Write that my numbers with Pepe Nabo
were out of this world.
Almost eight million people!
You're not gonna write that down?
You already told me that.
How's my book coming?
My story's pretty great, right?
Yes, Cristina.
It's gonna be an incredible book.
You wanna ask me something?
-Whatever I want?
-Of course. It's your book.
What happened in Adra?
Fucking Adra.
Cristina,
what do you remember
from your childhood?
-Sorry, you can't smoke here.
-There's no one else.
-Of course she can smoke.
-Looks like you can.
He knows his stuff.
And I'll take a whiskey.
-I'll get you a whiskey, sweetheart.
-One whisky coming up.
Know what I remember about Adra?
The first time
I heard the word faggot.
Faggot.
I was 7,
and didn't know what it meant,
but before long I was sick
of hearing that word.
-Faggot.
-On every corner, I heard it...
-Faggot.
-And I ended up as...
-Faggot.
-Joselito, the fag.
Sorry to butt in, but I just can't.
First they insult you,
call you queers, mama's boys,
treat you like girls...
And when you actually become women,
which you've always been;
but when you're finally women,
they treat you like guys.
What the hell?
They just wanna piss you off.
-I'll have another one of these.
-I'll get you another whiskey.
And when did you know
you were a woman?
Me? My whole life.
I put on my mom's dresses,
her makeup, her heels.
I put on her wedding dress,
I ripped it all up.
Total scandal.
Look, mom!
From then, my mom decided to prove to me
there was something wrong with me.
-Take that off!
-When I showed up
with a rip in my trousers...
Joselito!
She beat me with a branch
from the almond tree.
Get in here!
Mom no!
Mom stop!
-And no matter where I went...
-What in the world are you doing?
She was ashamed of me.
You and your ways...
You are an open sore,
do you hear me?
You're my cross to bear.
She might have an open sore,
but my body began to fill up
with scars.
I don't know why, but it seemed
she hated me for being me.
Just by looking at me.
And my father did nothing.
Dear Lord, the burdens
I've been asked to shoulder!
He's just like your brother.
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!
My only friend was Manolito.
Manolito Ceballos.
Joselito, this is dangerous!
We have to go back to catechism
or they'll never let us make
our First Communion!
-I'm not doing it.
-What're you talking about?
You are so weird...
Oh, little dove... I'm so sorry
you're locked up like that.
You and your doves.
Let's get out of here.
Manolito!
Just look at all the animals...
Wow, I never even noticed.
-Why does he have so many?
-He doesn't treat them very well.
Don't say that! I'll end up crying
in my bed. Come on!
-You have to see the best thing.
-There's more?
-Here.
-Thanks.
Hey, Joselito, do you think I'm ugly?
Yes or no, it's simple.
Yes or no?
-A little bit, Manolito.
-See? I knew it.
I look in the mirror and all I see is
a witch with a hairy mole.
Manolito, you're not that ugly.
I wish I were handsome like you.
I wish a boy liked me.
I'm gonna die alone,
plus I'm going to hell.
-Why're you going to hell?
-Because I'm a fag,
and I'm not doing
my First Communion.
I'll never marry and I'll end up
a tailor, like my mother.
But Manolito,
you might not be ugly forever.
-See that little chick there?
-Which one?
-The little grey one.
-What about it?
-It's not pretty now, right?
-No.
That's because it's still a chick.
But it'll turn
into the most beautiful peacock.
-And so will you..
-You sure?
Yes, my brother told me so.
-Have you seen it happen?
-No, but I'm sure of it.
What if I'm a turkey with
a wattle hanging down
instead of a peacock?
Single file, boys.
-Manolito, Manolito!
-What is it?
-Those boys.
-What about them?
-What are they doing?
-What do you think, Joselito?
They're helping Father Miguel Ángel
with communion.
Why are they wearing dresses?
Because when you're an altar boy
you wear robes.
Haven't you ever been to catechism?
Sure doesn't seem like it...
-Hey! What're you doing?
-Run, Manolito!
Come here, you little bastards!
Joselito!
Please, help me!
Hey, kid! Come here!
Manolito? Manolito?
What is it?
-Nothing, nothing. Sorry.
-So why did you knock then?
-What do you want?
-Sorry. It was an accident.
Wait!
Come here.
-Are you...?
-Joselito. Joselito Ortiz.
-María Jesús' boy?
-Yes, why?
That woman looked at me
like no one did ever before.
It was like she recognized me.
Go on now. Run, run.
My mother always told me
to keep away from her,
and I never knew why.
-Mommy.
-What?
-What?
-I've decided I'm gonna do
-my First Communion.
-Of course you are.
Why wouldn't you?
Honestly, this child.
Move. Out of the way.
Your feet, Tere.
I've told you dozens of times.
Get your feet down.
And brush your hair, honey.
You look like a boy.
-Paco...
-I'm reading.
-Paco...
-I'm reading!
-I wanna ask you something.
-What is it?
What's the difference
between a peacock and a turkey?
-You really don't know?
-No, I wouldn't have asked.
Alright. A peacock has green
and blue feathers,
and when they open their tail
it makes a big fan like this.
And why do they do that?
To find a mate?
To find a mate, but also to defend
themselves.
Look. Peacocks... Here.
"Peacocks, or Pavo cristatus,
use their beauty
to scare away
or dominate other birds."
Get it?
-I wanna be a peacock.
-You're more like a kestrel.
Now let me read.
Paco...
What?
-Mommy doesn't love me, right?
-Mommy doesn't love anyone.
But she loves me less.
She never kisses me.
Good night, Joselito.
Are you sure about this?
Of course, Manolito.
Cinch it up, it's too baggy.
-I can't do it unless you hold still.
-OK, fine.
-Don't you think it's a little long?
-This kid. I tell you what.
Come on, Manolito,
tighten it up a little more.
-Here, let me...
-Coming!
Honestly, you're all wound up
like a drum.
-Can you just sit still? Calm down.
-What do you think? How do I look?
Amazing.
I can't believe it.
Dear Lord...
Yes!
That night I didn't dare go home.
But I didn't care.
I had won the battle.
Joselito...
Oh my goodness.
Hey!
What're you doing here? Don't worry.
Come with me, come on.
Don't worry, son.
Come with me.
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.
That's my daughter, Ana.
Say hi, sweetie, don't be shy.
Go on, eat up.
That's so intense.
-They're all jealous!
-Paca!
-What's going on?
-I was the most beautiful woman...
-What happened?
-Just like Raquel Welch...
-I should have gone with you.
-Out of the way, you filthy bitch!
You think you can mix alcohol
with those pills you're taking.
-Leave me alone!
-She's on Tranxilium 50.
-Give me the phone, Paca!
-What phone?
-Who do you want to call?
-Her mother.
-Just go to bed!
-Paca...
This is your fault,
with your goddamned book.
-Give me the phone.
-I said no!
-Where have you been?
-Studying.
-With Amparo?
-No, alone.
Have a seat.
I heard you were in Marchalenes
with a group of people who...
-A group of people who what?
-What are you up to?
What are you doing with them?
-Are you doing drugs?
-What?
Why won't you talk to me?
Look, Mom. Go to hell.
And tell Remedios she can go
to hell too.
She's worried like I would be
if I saw her son
with dangerous people!
Dangerous people? Seriously?
-Do you hear yourself?
-I'm worried about my son!
Worried about what?
Drugs? Really?
Just leave me alone.
I won't.
As long as you're living here,
you owe me an explanation.
Then maybe I'll move out!
-Hello.
-Hi. Come in.
How can I help you?
-I'm here for hair removal.
-Good.
-Laser or waxing?
-Laser.
-OK, laser.
-But... all over.
-All over. You an athlete?
-No.
OK, just for fun then.
It's also more hygienic.
Hang on a second.
Tina, bring me an authorization form!
-Tina!
-Yes, I'm coming.
-Sorry, got my hands full.
-How's it going?
-Not great. A mess of a pussy.
-That bad, huh?
So much hair
I probably won't even finish today.
-Dark as night too.
-Jesus.
-You'd see this pussy!
-Geez, she'll hear you.
I don't think so. She's pretty deaf.
-Well, patience is a virtue.
-OK, Estency, everything OK?
Look, I need you to fill this out.
Oh, sorry. Sorry.
It's just an authorization.
But no need to worry,
we know exactly what we're doing.
-Can I sleep here?
-What happened to you?
Cathy Nails. 24 to 48 hours.
-I told you not to go to that place.
-And where do I go?
-So you haven't talked to your mom.
-Nope.
I ran into your mom
and she started asking if I'm a cop.
Either we start telling the truth,
or I buy a gun.
-Does it hurt?
-A little.
Hey, if they do my bikini,
will the same thing happen to me?
I doubt it girl. With my luck,
I'm the only one this happens to.
And I've got five sessions left.
Five!
Five? And you'll be coming here
after each one?
I mean, I'm fine with it,
but it's kind of ridiculous.
-I'm moving out anyway.
-Valeria...
How can you move out?
You can't do that.
-What else can I do?
-You can talk to your mom.
-She'll understand.
-Amparo...
Please.
Just forget it then.
I won't bring it up again.
Call me if you need anything.
I'm in my room with Rubén.
OK.
Cathy Nails. Have a good night.
Good night, Inspector.
See you.
And when you gave it to a client
right in his glass eye...
The men I've slept with,
some were super import...
Look, honey, as I grew up,
I realized
my mother was never gonna love me.
So I stopped hiding.
What good would that do?
Good morning, Josefa.
If I didn't have my mother's love...
Why should I care
about everyone hating me?
-Fairy!
-That's right! And proud of it!
Plus, coming out of the closet
in a tiny village has its advantages.
All the guys who were mad horny
because the girls ignored them,
they came to me for a little relief.
-Don't tell anyone.
-Who would I tell?
Nobody.
Manolito, what're you doing here?
I wanted to see,
you don't invite me anywhere.
-You know who that was?
-Who?
-Inés' boyfriend.
-Shut up!
-Inés' boyfriend is a fag!?
-Don't know, but he has good stuff.
Joselito, I tell you what.
I'm green with envy!
I hope some boy falls
for me someday.
Have you seen there's
a new musician in town?
Juan Antonio, so handsome!
It was love at first sight.
I don't know if he's gay, but...
If you wanna know if he's gay,
just ask him.
How am I gonna ask him that?
I'd get all awkward.
Just look hi in the face and say,
are you gay or not? Period.
So brave.
-Not everyone is like you.
-No, honey.
Adra has never seen such beauty.
Check it out.
-I can't believe you...
-I'll see you later.
-What're you dressing up as?
-Do you have to know everything?
-Fine, I'm off.
-Gimme a kiss.
-You and your kisses.
-You are a piece of work.
I came all the way out here
just to see you.
-Fine then, see you later.
-Bye.
Maybe some man will kidnap me.
Oh man.
If only...
This is done, look.
Look.
Oh, it's so pretty!
But add a little ruffle,
or a flounce, or a shawl...
Add a ruffle, add a ruffle...
Don't get carried away,
people love to talk.
But it's Carnival,
nobody will even notice. Please...
Aren't you the most beautiful thing'
Always having your way.
Let me see what I can do.
Have some cake now.
And you too, sweetie.
-Here.
-Thanks.
Joselito, you want more ruffles?
Well that's what you're gonna get.
Joselito!
What's up?
You look great!
So cute!
-You're Miguel Bosé, right?
-Maybe.
-What about me?
-I don't really get it.
What do you mean?
Look, the flag and a goat!
I'm a legionnaire!
My skin's all broken out,
don't look at my face. Gimme a kiss.
Hey, looks great, right?
Let's go get a drink, I'm parched!
Look, look, look...
Thanks, Antonio.
And two shots if you would.
Antonio, put it on my tab please.
-What're you doing?
-That's disgusting!
Here. What're you, an alcoholic?
-Honestly...
-And proud of it.
Come on!
Joselito, that's Juan Antonio.
The one standing up.
Don't look, he's looking over here!
Jesus...
-He's so cute! He's so hot!
-Oh my god...
He's looking, don't look.
He's looking over here.
He's looking at me.
Me? He means me.
Oh, Joselito, I think he likes me.
He wants me to go over there.
I'm coming, I'm coming.
-Here, hold my glasses.
-Hey... Wait, wait.
-Hold these, hold onto these.
-Be careful, Manolito.
Joselito, that's enough. Geez!
I'm finally hooking up.
Let's not fight now, it's a party.
Shot for you, shot for me.
-Disgusting!
-Go on now!
Be right back.
You're so strong! So impressive...
I still haven't introduced myself...
My name's Manolito.
And you're Juan Antonio, right?
Nice to meet you.
So... I'm pretty nervous,
because I've never been
with a guy before...
What're you dressed as?
-I can't really see.
-What's up, Legionnaire?
What's going on?
-What? No, no...
-What, faggot?
-No no.
-You know you like it.
-No, no! Help!
-Where you going, faggot?
-No, no, please.
-Get him!
-I didn't do anything!
-Get him!
Nice to meet you, Manolito.
Manolito!
Hey! What're you doing!?
-Manolito! Manolito!!
-Hit him harder!
-You're not laughing now, are you?
-Hit the fairy!
-Joselito!
-He likes it when you hit him.
Fairy.
Joselito!
You better kill me now,
or I'll tell everyone.
Everyone!
Let's go!
Let's go, move!
Don't worry, Manolito.
It's over now.
I thought he liked me...
Mom...
They wanted to kill me...
Get off me, get off!
It's because you're a faggot,
do you hear me? A faggot!
What are you wearing? What is this?
They should've done worse.
Get out of here.
Get out, get out.
Out of my sight.
Go!
Gracia.
Yes?
Listen to me, Joselito, listen.
I loved your uncle.
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 happy.
But that he'd realized
it had taken 30 years to get there.
Thirty years, can you imagine?
When I look at you, I see him.
Don't let the same thing
happen to you.
As soon as you get the chance,
get out of here.
Go, go, and don't ever look back.
Ever again.
You hear me?
-Hello?
-Gracia?
Hello?
Is Gracia there?
-Who's calling?
-Joselito.
Joselito.
-This is her daughter, Anita.
-How are you?
Listen,
mom died a few years ago.
I just called to tell her...
that I remember
how good she was to me.
I wanted to say thank you.
She saved my life.
I wanted to thank her.
-Where are you gonna live?
-I don't care!
-Why are you leaving?
-You're smothering me!
-What you mean?
-Yes! I've had it!
-What do you mean you're leaving?
-I'm sick of you!
-Where are you even going?
-I'll be fine as long it's not here!
-Can't you see that?
-See what?
-I have no freedom here.
-What freedom?
-You've got everything you need.
-Four walls, but not freedom.
Come here, listen to me!
I'm begging you! Stop!
-Don't touch me!
-You're leaving with her, right?
-You always get your way, don't you?
-Shut up!
Just leave us alone, you're crazy.
-Well you're sick!
-Crazy!
You and your brother both!
You'll have me in the grave!
Get out of here, you're shameless!
Go!
I'm writing a book.
A book about Cristina, La Veneno.
That's what I was doing
in Marchalenes.
Why didn't you tell me?
María Teresa!
Hurry, hurry...
Mom...
Before, you said that Cristina
is dangerous, but you know what?
Dangerous is an abusive mother.
Dangerous is having
to run away when you're 13.
Dangerous is when on every corner
of your village they call you a fag,
and you're tortured because
you still want them to love you.
Or feeling alone because nobody sees
you for who you are.
That's dangerous, Mom.
Tere, can we stop for a second?
She was a fighter, for sure.
But she's not dangerous.
They are women...
Well...
We're women
for whom the world is dangerous.
I don't want to move out, Mom.
I don't wanna go through this alone.
But it's up to you.
Joselito! Joselito!