All About My Mother Page #4

but that's good.

We're a**holes...

and a bit lesbo.

Listen to the end

of the story.

My friend

and her husband with the tits...

set up a bar here,

on the Barceloneta.

He spent the day in a tiny bikini,

screwing everything he could...

and giving her a hard time

if she wore a bikini...

or even a miniskirt.

The bastard!

How could someone act so macho

with a pair of tits like that?

Sit down.

- Who is the patient?

- She is.

Well?

My sister is pregnant.

We reckon she's about

three months along.

This is her first checkup.

Yesterday and today

I bled a little.

Lie down on the couch,

and strip from the waist down.

Don't worry.

- Put this on.

- Thankyou.

According to the ultrasound,

the fetus seems to be fine.

Do you live together?

- No.

- Yes.

Which is it?

She lives with our mother,

but she hasn't told her anything yet.

Is your blood pressure

usually high?

Yes, I have hypertension.

There's a risk of miscarriage.

You must move

as little as possible.

But I've got to do my job.

Your only job now is to rest

and not do anything stupid.

Tell your mother

to watch her blood pressure.

She has to follow a salt-free diet

and rest.

I'll tell her.

Listen, Doctor, I work

with people who are high-risk...

so I'd like to have

an AI DS test as well.

What's your job?

She's a social worker.

When can we pick up

the results?

In two weeks' time.

You have to tell your mother.

You need to be looked after.

I found a job yesterday,

and I'm going to be busy all day.

Listen.

You've no right

to ask me to beyour mother.

You've already got one,

even if you don't like her.

We can't choose our parents.

They are who they are.

Oh, God!

Please, don't blackmail me!

Idon't know if I was right

to call the clinic.

What else could you do?

Ican't believe her

and go on living with Stanley.

Then don't believe her.

What matters is you and your baby.

What if she told me

the truth?

Blanche?

Blanche is in no shape

to tell the truth...

even if she wanted to,

poor thing.

Where is my heart?

She means her jewel box.

It's heart-shaped.

I think it's here somewhere.

Look, here it is.

- I need a necklace.

- We'll look for it.

What's the gentleman's name?

Huntleigh.

Did he call

while I was in the bathroom?

- No.

- How strange!

Why are you looking at me like that?

Do I look awful?

No, you look better than ever.

- I'll look better with this necklace.

- Shall I help you?

Soy ou're going on a trip.

You're so lucky.

I'm green with envy.

There he is.

That must be the gentleman

who's come for you.

TWO WEEKS LATER:

- Second call. Fifteen minutes.

- Come in.

- Aren't they here yet?

- I don't kno where they are.

I was at the TV studio all day.

- Where's Nina?

- Wasn't she with you?

I just left her at home, in bed.

- In bed?

- What's wrong?

I think it's food poisoning.

She was so ill this morning.

Why didn't you tell me

when I called?

We didn't want to upset you.

- Has a doctor seen her?

- Yes.

She's got gastroenteritis,

but she'll be fine tomorrow.

So we cancel the show?

I'd like to speak to Huma,

please.

Yes, wait outside.

Five minutes.

All right!

- Tell me the truth.

- She's bombed. She can't even speak.

She went out after you did.

She didn't know I'd drop by.

She thought I'd be with you.

What do we do now?

If it won't give you a heart attack,

I could do her part.

I know it by heart

from hearing it over the loudspeakers.

But can you act?

I can lie very well,

and I'm used to improvising.

I've seen that.

My son said

I was a very good actress.

I didn't even know

you had a son!

Third call. Five minutes.

Huma, what'll we do?

We can't wait any longer.

Happy birthday, Blanche.

This is your present.

Thank you, Stanley.

Why did you bother?

I hope you like it.

Why, it's--

A bus ticket.

A return ticket forTuesday.

Are you insinuating

I should leave?

What do you think?

- Why did you do that to her?

- I'm sick of her insults.

I'm tired of you two whispering

behind my back all the time!

Please, don't go!

- Let go. You've torn my shirt!

- Brute!

Brute?

I was a brute when we met.

But I'd remind you

that it was never a problem foryou.

One day you showed me

a picture of your house...

a mansion with lots of columns.

I pulled you down off those columns

and taught you to be happy.

We laughed

and were happy together...

until your sister Blanche

appeared.

What's wrong?

Take me to the hospital, please!

Congratulations on last night.

I heard you were great.

You can't imagine.

What a pity you weren't there.

I felt awful.

Agrado called to tell me about it.

She must have called

half of Barcelona!

Are you doing everything

the doctor told you?

- I just saw him.

- And?

- I went for my results.

- I forgot it was today.

I'm HIV positive.

We'll have the tests redone.

Why the hell

did you screw Lola?

Don't you know

she's been shooting up for 1 5 years?

What world do you think

you're living in?

I don't know.

Have you spoken

to your mother?

Your colleagues?

No.

We'll go for your things now,

and you'll move in here.

Thank you.

- Hello.

- Hello, Alex.

You were terrific last night.

Thank you.

- Good evening.

- Here's Miss GoodyTwo-shoes.

- What's up?

- What's up?

You planned it all, you b*tch!

Nina, don't be so rude.

Just like Eve Harrington.

You learned the part on purpose.

It's f***ing impossible to learn it

over the loudspeakers.

You think I'm stupid?

The loudspeakers helped me

remember it.

I've known the part ofStella

for years.

- Really? What a coincidence!

- If you only knew.

What did I tell you?

Why were you here

that first night?

Or was that

a coincidence too?

No, it wasn't a coincidence.

I won't bother you anymore.

I'll get my things and go.

Manuela, I think you owe us

an explanation.

A Streetcar Named Desire

has marked my life.

Twenty years ago, I played Stella

with an amateur group.

That's where I met

my husband.

He was playing Kowalski.

Two months ago,

I saw your version in Madrid.

I went with my son.

It was the night

of his birthday.

It was pouring rain,

but we waited outside...

because he wanted

your autograph, Huma.

It was crazy

to wait in the rain...

but it was his birthday,

so I couldn't say no.

You two got in a taxi,

and he ran afteryou.

A car coming along the street

ran him down.

He was killed.

That's the explanation.

That's the explanation, Huma.

Move, Rosa.

I can't get past.

What are you doing here?

Hello. I came to pay you.

You left yesterday

without your money.

This is my sister Rosa.

- Hello.

- How are you?

Let me help you.

Let's get the elevator.

- Where's Nina?

- I left her with Mario. She says hi.

Leave the bags here.

You go and rest for a while,

Rosa.

- I'm not tired.

- Don't argue.

Sit down.

- Anything to drink?

- No, thank you.

She's like a little girl.

I couldn't sleep all night

thinking about your son.

I can remember his face

in the rain perfectly...

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