All About My Mother Page #2

You shouldn't have.

It was wrong,

and the best way to go crazy.

- Look at me, damn it!

- I know that.

The best thing for me

is to quit the NTO and leave Madrid.

- I didn't say that.

- But you think it-- and you're right.

I think I won't even unpack.

You're in no shape to travel alone.

You're ill.

You have to rest up

and get better.

I'll stay here tonight.

- Then come home with me.

- I want to be alone, Mamen.

- Try to be reasonable.

- How?

Seventeen years ago,

I made this same journey...

but in the opposite direction,

from Barcelona to Madrid.

I was running away then too...

butI wasn't alone.

I was carrying Esteban

inside me.

I was running away

from his father then...

and now I'm going

in search of him.

- Shall I keep going?

- Yes, go on.

Stop!

Son of a b*tch!

You're crazy, you f*ggot!

Son of a b*tch!

- What did you do?

- I hit him with a stone.

- Help me get him up.

- Get up. Come on.

Come on,Juan. Get up.

Are you all right?

Stand up.

Let's get moving.

Come on, quickly.

What a f***ing useless psychopath!

Look.

See that bonfire

where the ''tops'' are?

Ask for Ursula.

Tell her Agrado sent you.

She'll fix you up.

Agrado!

It's you!

Manolita!

You're hurt.

No, no, it's your blood.

It isn't because you saved my life,

but how I've missed you!

Eighteen years-- not a word,

not a letter, not a f***ing call.

I thought you were dead, b*tch!

You can tell me everything

at home.

We'll stop by a drugstore first.

Can we get a taxi here?

Over there.

With any luck,

we won't get mugged on the way.

- You got the knife?

- Yes, and a rock in my purse.

Hey, there, bonanit.

Look, I'm sorry I woke you.

- Hey, come over here.

- No. What do you want?

- We're not going to eat you.

- What do you want?

Let me do the talking.

Povidone-iodine,

approximation sutures...

Thrombocid,

sterilized gauze and--

- You got any alcohol?

- No, I drank it all last night.

I mean for disinfecting.

No. I've got Vaseline, condoms

and lots of bandages.

- Anything else?

- Alcohol, please.

Oh, Manolita!

The Barceloneta!

Those were the days!

You remember?

Yes.

Please, don't move your head.

You know anything

about her?

About who? Lola?

- Unfortunately.

- What happened?

I took her in.

She was in a bad way.

As usual,

with all the sh*t she takes.

I came back from working

the Field all night...

and she'd cleaned the place out.

Watches,jewelry, '70s magazines

that were my inspiration.

What hurt most was...

she took a statue ofthe Virgin

that my mother gave me.

What for?

She doesn't believe in anything!

Unless she's in a satanic sect

and wanted it for some ritual.

I see she hasn't changed.

To do that to me,

with all she owes me!

Since we met in Paris 20 years ago,

I've been like a sister to her.

We got our tits together.

You know better than anyone.

- You never saw her again?

- No, and I don't want to.

Are you looking for her?

Yes.

We've got unsettled business.

Why did you go off like that?

Won'tyou tell me anything?

I can't.

Some other day.

All right.

Just don't disappear again.

I like to say good-bye

to the people I love...

even ifit's only

to cry my eyes out, b*tch.

I can't believe it.

I look like the Elephant Man!

Don't exaggerate.

It's just a bit swollen.

A bit swollen?

Where can I go with a mug like this?

Come and eat something.

Why did you go

to all this trouble?

Salad-- how wonderful!

It really hurts to chew!

I won't be able to suck.

You shouldn't work today.

What can I do?

Lola cleaned me out.

I have to work.

Look, caramel spread!

And meat pie!

And my provoleta .

I have to work too.

Ifyou want,

we can look together.

Oh, yes!

Since you left,

I haven't had a decent meal.

Well, also, as a model,

I have to watch my figure.

The worst thing about this work

is you've got to look cute...

and keep up with the latest advances

in surgery and cosmetics.

You look terrific!

Nothing like a Chanel

to make you feel respectable.

You look it.

Don't I look a bit ofa slut

in this suit?

All the better.

These nuns only help

whores and transvestites.

Is that a real Chanel?

No! How could I buy a real Chanel

with all the hunger in the world!

All I have that's real

are my feelings...

and these pints of silicone

that weigh a ton.

I feel so old, Manolita,

and it isn't my age.

It's because of the beating.

The beating I've taken

for the last 40 years!

- Hello.

- Come in.

Are you looking for someone,

or can I help?

We want to see the girl

who goes to the Field.

The cute one.

Sister Rosa. She's inside.

Go on in.

Thankyou.

Rosa, look. Visitors.

What happened to your face?

Nothing. A beating.

Occupational hazard.

- Can we talk?

- Of course.

Let's go next door.

It's quieter.

My friend and I want

to quit the street...

but we need to work.

Cleaning stairs, whatever.

We don't care.

There isn't much else.

Well, garbage collector,

or learning handicrafts here.

Embroidered tablecloths,

dried flowers.

I think I prefer

garbage collector.

What can you do,

apart from the street?

I've worked as a cook.

She's practically a surgeon.

Look at this face.

She did it.

Better than Pitanguy.

She's a compatriot of Lola's.

Really? Have you heard

anything about her?

I haven't seen her in 1 8 years.

She cleaned out my place.

She was here.

It must have been

about four months ago.

We helped her through detox.

I cared for her

through withdrawal...

but then she just disappeared.

I'd like to see her

before I go to El Salvador.

El Salvador?

Maybe I'll sign on.

I always thought I could

make it big in the Third World.

Then come with me.

I won't be so alone.

The street's getting worse here

every day.

The whores were bad enough,

but the drag queens are wiping us out.

I can't stand the drag queens.

They're sleazebags.

They confuse transvestism

with a circus.

Worse, with mime!

A woman is her hair,

her nails...

lips for sucking or for bitching.

I mean, have you ever seen

a bald woman?

I can't stand them.

They're all sleazebags!

I doubt there are

many drag queens in El Salvador...

but they're

in the middle of a war.

Yeah? I didn't know that.

I'm replacing some nuns

who were murdered.

I'm not sure

what I need right now is a war.

You're terrible, Agrado.

Soyou were a cook.

Yes.

Who? This one?

The best!

What a surprise!

Hi, Mom.

Are we interrupting?

It doesn't matter.

We see you so rarely.

- This is Manuela.

- Pleased to meet you.

Come inside.

Don't just stand there.

Mom, Manuela is a cook...

and as Florinda's gone,

I thought--

Thank you, darling.

Vicenta and I can manage.

But how?

Dad alone needs two people.

- Where is he?

- Out with the dog.

- On their own?

- Of course.

What if they get lost?

The dog knows the way home.

Don't worry.

What a shame!

I really wanted to see them.

We'll go look for them,

but first we have to talk.

Come into the studio.

I'm sorry you came for nothing.

- It's all right.

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