All About My Mother Page #3

- Try her for a few days.

Think of Dad.

Manuela's a nurse.

- As well as a cook?

- Yes.

I prefer to look

after your father myself.

I understand.

Thank you anyway. I'll go.

Good-bye.

- Manuela.

- Yes?

Wait here.

I won't be long.

How dare you bring

a whore here!

It isn't easy to find help

who'll put up with you.

But a whore!

That's no reason

to be so rude.

I don't like strangers

to see me forging Chagalls.

Can't you understand?

Manuela isn't a whore anymore.

She's given it up.

How long have you known her?

Since this morning.

This morning?

You're incredible.

My work is to help people...

even if I've just met them.

Well, mine isn't.

Don't look at me like that.

It doesn't mean I'm intolerant.

- I'll make you a deal.

- A deal?

I'll give that woman a chance

if you don't go to El Salvador.

Mom, don't give me any more doubts.

I've got enough.

And so you should.

That trip is suicide!

No, it's parricide!

Well, I have to go.

Manuela's waiting.

Sure! Any whore, any Salvadoran,

is more important than your parents!

- Don't start, Mom.

- You should go see a psychiatrist.

It wouldn't do

either of us any harm.

Didn't you want to see

your father and the dog?

Another day.

Are you all right?

Good-bye, Mom.

- Hello, Vicenta.

- Rosa, love.

- You're so thin. Aren't you eating?

- Yes, I am.

- Did you see a blonde girl downstairs?

- No.

- So long.

- Take care-- and eat!

A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE

I'm sorry about my mother.

I'm sorry.

Shall we go?

I can't deal with my mother.

She drives me crazy.

- Have you got parents?

- They're dead.

So you're alone.

I guess so.

You look awful.

I don't feel verywell.

I want to throw up.

I've got--

Here.

Have you seen the doctor?

You should.

It may just be gastritis.

Can we go to your place

until this passes?

Well--

Do you have a place?

I've just rented one,

but it's barely furnished.

It's quite a mess.

I moved in four days ago.

You want to lie down

for a while?

No, I'll just sit here on the sofa...

until it passes.

I'm going to take this off.

Who's this handsome boy?

My son.

I thoughtyou were alone.

He died in an accident.

Oh, I'm sorry!

Don't touch the notebook,

please.

Come on, baby.

The worst is over.

Don't touch me!

Don't ever touch me again, bastard!

Watch your language!

Stella, come here.

I'm never coming back

to this house.

Never!

DRESSING ROOMS:

Come in, Nina.

I'm not Nina.

I'm Manuela.

You shouldn't be here.

Nina's gone.

What?

Where's Nina?

I don't know.

I just saw her run out.

She said she'd wait for me

in her dressing room!

I can't believe it.

It's only been two weeks.

She can't do this to me.

Have you got a car?

No. Where do you want to go?

I don't know.

Can you drive?

Yes.

Don't tell anyone,

but Nina's got problems with junk.

Doyou know where she'd go

to score at this time?

No, but it's easy to find out.

Thank you.

Whoever you are...

I have always depended

on the kindness of strangers.

I can't drive.

Nina does the driving.

- Want one?

- No, thank you.

I started smoking

because of Bette Davis.

To imitate her.

At 1 8, I was smoking

like a chimney.

That's why

I called myself Huma.

Huma's a very pretty name.

Smoke is all there's been

in my life.

You've had success too.

Success has got no taste

or smell.

And when you get used to it,

it's as if it didn't exist.

God, where has that girl gone?

I think that's her!

You stay here. I'll go.

He's a son of a b*tch.

He rips everybody off.

Yeah, and since I'm not

from here--

Don't touch me.

Listen, Nina.

Huma's waiting foryou.

Who the f*** areyou?

She's in the car.

I got everything.

- F***, my purse!

- Yeah, I got a purse.

Ecstasy, toot.

- Who is it?

- It's Rosa.

- Hello.

- How are you?

- Are you alone?

- I just got up.

This late?

I was out late last night.

- Some breakfast?

- No, thanks.

- Aren't you hungry?

- So you're back on the street.

Just when I'd found

another way for you to earn money.

Tell me.

I'm not a whore.

I've been f***ed around a lot,

but I'm not a whore.

Why did you lie to me?

It was Agrado's idea.

The dress was hers too.

So tell me:
What's this other way

for me to earn money?

I'm dying of curiosity.

How much would you charge

to rent me a room?

To rent you a room?

Why?

I'm going to leave the center

for a few months.

What about El Salvador?

I don't feel well.

I can't travel like this.

Why do you want to move in here

if you're ill?

I'm pregnant.

Pregnant?

What are you going to do?

Have it, ofcourse.

What do you expect?

I thought it'd be

less of a scandal here.

Can't the father

help you out?

The father!

God knows where he is.

Butyou know who he is,

don't you?

Of course.

Who do you take me for?

I'm sorry.

It was your compatriot Lola.

That lousy, f***ing b*tch!

What's come overyou?

What's come over me?

How far along areyou?

Three months, I think.

But I'm very worried.

Worried?

I'm not surprised!

I had bleeding this morning.

Have you seen a doctor?

I'm going

to the Hospital del Mar tomorrow.

I wanted to know

if you'd come with me.

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

What about the room?

I'm sorry.

You can't stay here.

Good evening.

May I come in?

Hello!

I was expecting you.

I didn't know

where to send your purse.

Here it is.

Thank you.

Is everything there?

Yes, everything.

- Thank you for last night.

- Not at all.

I'd love to talk more,

but I'm short on time.

- Can I help you?

- Could you button this?

Of course.

What was your name?

Would you like

to work for me?

- Doing what?

- Every thing.

Everything except sleep with me.

I've got enough with Nina.

Well, the truth is

I was looking for ajob.

I need a personal assistant.

Someone I can trust.

- You don't know me.

- What I saw last night was enough.

But Nina hates me.

Nina hates everyone,

including herself and me.

Well...

when do I start?

- Right now, if you can.

- All right.

Ask Nina what she wants

for dinner.

- I'll just have an esqueixada.

- Anything else?

Could you get a tranquilizer for Nina?

She's real edgy today.

- I've got Lexatin.

- Terrific!

Don't mention the father.

Why do you dislike Lola so much?

Lola's got the worst of a man...

and the worst of a woman.

I'll tell you a story.

I had a friend

who got married very young.

After a year, her husband

went to work in Paris...

and he was to call her

when he got settled.

Two years passed.

The husband saved some money

and came to Barcelona to open a bar.

She came here tojoin him.

Two years isn't a long time...

but the husband had changed.

He didn't love her anymore.

The change was more physical.

He'd gotten a pair oftits

that were bigger than hers.

Oh, I see.

My friend was very young.

She was in a foreign land.

She had no one.

Apart from the tits,

the husband hadn't changed that much...

so she ended up accepting him.

Women will do anything

to avoid being alone.

Women are more tolerant,

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