All language subtitles for Rated R (2008)

It's Sandra Vals, right?

Valle. Sandra Valle, with a V.

32 years old,
a bit of independent theater . .

30, 30.

And I also do cabaret with
Rafa Sevilla, the drag queen.

I've been with him for six
years, touring all over Spain,

and I'm in his new show.

Aren't you warm, Sandra?

Yes.

- Nothing in cinema?
- No.

No, nothing,

but there isn't
much difference, is there?

Do you have any problem
in stripping off?

- You mean now?
- For example.

You want me to strip off?

Please.

Can you turn around?

Should I do or say anything?

As you wish.

I know a monologue from
"Dona Rosita, the Spinster".

All right.

- Shall I do it?
- Sure.

What can I say to you?

Some things can't be said, there
are no words to explain them,

and if they did exist
no one would understand them.

You understand me
if ask for bread,

water

and even a kiss,

but you could never understand
or remove this dark hand

which can either freeze or burn
my heart when I'm alone.

It would be a never-ending story

I know my eyes
will always be young

and my back
will stoop more every day.

What has happened to me
has happened to 1 ,000 women.

I don't know why
I'm talking of all this.

I don't like you
looking at me like this.

I'm bothered
by those faithful dog looks,

those pitying looks
disturb me and annoy me.

I don't know any more!

We'll call you, okay?

- Shall I get dressed?
- Yes.

Listen, who'll pay for the taxi?

This is in the ass end of nowhere.

Where are you going?

You know already to Madrid.

I didn't believe you.

Let me drive you.
We'll be there in three hours.

I don't know.

No, better not, Sergio.
Goodbye.

Get in the car.

What'll you do in Madrid?

Work, try to earn some money.

Don't try to be a whore,
you'd be useless.

I'd like to have a family.

What's so funny?

Eva, you haven't got a fucking
clue what a family is.

Don't laugh.

There's a hotel 6 miles ahead.

Shall we stop for a while
and say goodbye properly?

Stop the car.

- Stop the car!
- Take it easy.

Stop the car!

I said I'd take you to Madrid,
and I will.

Calm down.

Don't smoke in my car.

Hey just one shrimp?

- That's what there is.
- It's shit.

Now I'm wondering why women,
at least those who feel like that,

don't decide to write their
own story in the book of life

instead of allowing men
to write it.

Dessert, coffee?

- The bill.
- 146 pesetas.

What do you mean, 146?

On the door it says: "That's for
a half ration at the counter".

And the bread is extra.

You should've said so before.

- You know what my job is?
- I can imagine.

I'm a Health Inspector and we're
checking up on this kind of thing.

You're getting one hell of a fine.

Bring me the bar's papers.

No problem.

Fine me what you like, but first
give me the 146 pesetas.

Of course.

Fancy that.

I've only got 100,

but, anyway give me the details
so I can issue the fine.

What ministry did you say
you work in?

Hi, there. Will you let me
check something?

A YEAR LATER

A YEAR LATER
A YEAR LATER

A YEAR LATER

Freedom is a woman.
Marcos Viela, film director.

It's open.

Hello.

I'm Lina Mora.

Yes, I saw you in "Cannibal
Love" and something else.

"Indecent Tales".
I'm in the third tale.

- Have you worked before?
- Yes, as a waitress.

You're starting very late.

Where did you come from?

Marcos saw me working
in a bar in Chamberi.

Some people are lucky.

Shall we rehearse a bit?

Rehearse?

I don't usually

but they say the other girl is
very good and gets everything.

- They said we might be dubbed.
- There's no "might". They will.

They'll dub us.

Shall we go over it?

I'm going to the bathroom.

Look, I don't know if I can do this.

As long as you look bored
and know your bit...

What's my bit?

- My lines, you mean.
- Right.

And we'll improvise the wiggling
when the time comes.

It works better.

Follow me.

- Where to?
- To rehearse, kid.

Okay I'll follow you.

Mother I have to talk to you.

We have nothing to say sister.

But, mother
we can't ignore what happened.

Go back to your cell and pray

I do nothing else, mother

but I need to talk
and you must listen.

Please, I beg you not to destroy
deliberately my inner peace.

I yearn for your salvation
more than my own.

If I can,
I'll bawl my eyes out here.

I yearn for your salvation
more than my own.

I pray for you every night

and from break of day to sunset

my thoughts never stray
for a second from that desire.

Please, sister go away.

Go away.

Go away!

And this is where it all heats up.

Got a cigarette?

Yes.

Give it to me.

I'm going to plaster it on.

I thought I'd keep my face
clean, just some foundation.

I even put false eyelashes
on the others. It's up to you.

Eyelashes? But we're nuns.

Fucking cloistered ones.

Well, if the others
are all made up...

That's what I mean.

The problem with
making films in Spain

is we're not prepared
for interpreting symbols

because we're anesthetized
by repression.

So my films don't only
strip women bare,

they also strip consciences bare.

When I see my films over and over

I rediscover them,
because I realize

that they're. . .
How can I put this?

Mixtures of symbolic elements
that even I don't know.

Why don't men strip off?

I'll tell you something.
Freedom is a woman.

You think that we use you.

But the question isn't
what you or I believe,

but what the actresses think.

And they don't think
like you.

Marcos, as they don't make
any other kind of films now

really they have no option,
don't you think?

Look, it's like this.

For them, stripping off doesn't
humiliate or degrade them.

I repeat, they don't think
like you. On the contrary

they are aware that
with their nudity

they are championing freedom.

Freedom.

Freedom.

Let's imagine an actress

who would feel humiliated,
or degraded, as you say

or who simply didn't want
to strip off.

In that case, she'd have
no other option, would she?

Marcos, how do you want the
whips? With or without a dick?

Without.

Girls, let's make art!

Let me see.

Good, perfect.
We're going to shoot.

Get ready we're shooting!

Breaking the vow of silence
was inevitable.

My duty as abbess
of this congregation...

I have summoned you here
as abbess to tell you...

As abbess of this
congregation...

My mind's gone blank.

Cut!

Eva, "I've summoned you
as abbess of our congregation

because it is my duty

to face up to your offense
as if it were mine."

Yeah, yeah, I know it.

It's okay Eva, don't worry.

It's your first day
Take your time.

In "Cannibal Love"
we just said numbers.

You'll be dubbing us anyway.

Good idea, say numbers,
but mix them all up,

and without losing
the conversational tone.

I'd prefer to say my lines.

That's great, that way we can
compensate you with each other

Sandra, her text,
you two, numbers.

Let's go, we're all ready
We're shooting!

Motor!

32, 4, second.

And, action.

1 , 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 35.

9, 7, 4, 3, 3, 2, 7,
Forgive me, mother.

Please, forgive us.

47, 32,

55, 25.
69, 73, 405.

We'll act with humility
and obedience,

but our guilt is already
our punishment,

and our prison, mother

27, 32, 25, sister

7, 8, 9, 3, 4, 7, 5.

Mother Abbess,

14...

Marcos, I swear with these
numbers I can't concentrate!

- Cut!
- That's how it is, love.

Fuck!

That girl is an animal!

- She's cutting herself.
- It's okay.

Sister!

Sister stop!

Stop, sister please.

Let me go.

I'm unworthy of your compassion.

Got it?

I'll have to disinfect you.

You destroyed yourself.

I didn't notice
I was hurting myself.

I don't understand.

- I've been robbed.
- Robbed?

Bastards! There's nothing but
riffraff in cinema these days.

- What did they take?
- A watch.

But I'd swear
I locked the dressing room.

Curra, will you finish that!

You were the only one
who came in there, to rehearse.

Fucking rehearse!

I was only helping you,
they all say you're so weak.

No one said a word in here.

I wouldn't allow it.

Are you accusing me
of stealing your watch?

No, no.

I just said you were the only
one to go into my dressing room.

We were together all the time.

Not when I went to the bathroom.

Give it to her.

Give it to her!

Here's your fucking watch, asshole.

It's horrible, anyway.

Next time, Curra can
help you rehearse.

Is this normal?

It's how it is.
I even lock away my sponges.

- You knew.
- No, I didn't!

Yes, she told me.

It's all I've got left of
my mother I think it's gold.

Girls, this film is going
to be a knockout!

That's great,
great for all of us!

I hope so.

He always says that...

It isn't finished,
but it'll give you an idea.

Antonio, give us a few notes
I'll show it to Lina.

And here, I love this step.

1 ,

2,

3,

and from here
I do "deboules" forward.

Pull your stomach in,
and aptitude.

From here, the "deboules" forward.

Stop, kid!
What are you doing?

No Berlin Cabaret
or any of that shit.

Sandra, it's over

I'm sick of you, and I can't
fight on my own anymore.

What do you mean, fight?

What's up with you?

Nothing, what's up with you?

- What's up with you?
- And you?

You make two lousy films
and think you know everything.

Who do you think you are?
Guillermina Mota?

Things are changing,
but not in my show.

What I say goes
and here the old stuff works.

If you don't like it,
there's the door.

Rafa, are you firing me?

Me?

Let's go, Lina.

You can go get fucked.

I won't be at your premiere.

You'll call me when the next guy
dumps you. Because they dump you.

Then we'll see, friends don't
always have to be around.

That's enough.

- Shut up.
- Stop it.

The shit you do here isn't a show

and you aren't a friend.

- Antonio, I'm off.
- Bye.

Girls, the dressmaker charged me
for the alterations.

- You owe me 2,000 pesetas.
- We'll pay you later.

- What's happened?
- Shit, come on.

But what's up?

Why did you do it?

She doesn't need us.

But we don't need her either.

My intro...

Will you open the door
for the girls?

Their fans are here.

Like hell I will.
85 pesetas.

Hussies! Sluts!

Trollops!

Tarts!

Hang on, we'll take a photo.

- Here?
- Yes, here.

Stand there, that's it.

Kid!

Hey! Hey!

Kid!

Give me an Espana with lots of ice.

Kid, an Espana!

Kid, an Espana!

Bitch, are you deaf?

What did you say?

Give me an Espana.

Tie your hair back,
you hear nothing.

Curra...

Angel Mota...

Did you see the film?

Did you do the make-up?

Yeah, and I did a great job
because in person they're nothing.

And the tall one?
The one who does the abbess?

Eva Millan.

You like her bastard.

Eva Millan.

Is she around?

Where's that Espana?

Girls...

See that guy over there?

You like him?

No, and don't start.

- What guy?
- The one with the mustache.

He's looking over here.

He's handsome ugly.

- Smile at him.
- You smile at him.

Smile at him.

Wet your lips.

And your finger . . See how
he's looking at you. Super-slut.

A real slut. Go get him.

I won't be long.

He's the biggest producer
in Madrid. I'd love to meet him.

- I'll give her a hand.
- Go on.

She presumes
he was looking at her.

Well, she showed him everything
but her pussy.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Do I know you from somewhere?

It's possible.

It's my brother's birthday.

He's eighteen.

We've got grass.

Want to come home?

I don't know what to say.

Let's go.

What a fantastic car!

It's my father's.

His father's!
Aren't they lovely?

Turn here, please.

We'll have a last drink
and then I'll take you home.

We've arrived.

I'm not doing it with a kid.

One drink and we go.

Leave this to me.

- Like it?
- We love it.

My parents are away until Monday.

That's nice.

- And this?
- Fabulous!

Look, she and I are film actresses.
You know that, right?

Yeah, sure.

Well, we're film actresses
and that's worth a lot.

What?

- How much?
- 25,000 for both.

- What are you talking about?
- 12,500 each.

- They won't give us more.
- Are you crazy?

I'm not doing it with anyone,
much less for money.

We all do it.

What do you mean?
We don't all do it.

Marcos found you in a bar

I was a waitress.

A waitress...

Let's drop it.

- I've only got 10,000.
- I'll take it, she doesn't want to.

Shall we go inside?

First, take me home or pay a taxi.

- Wait and we'll go together.
- No, I'm out of here.

I'm asking you, please.

Don't leave me on my own.

Don't leave me on my own.
Don't leave me on my own.

Don't leave me on my own.

Shit, a pool in the sitting room!

It's amazing!

- Can I touch it?
- Sure.

What'll you have?

Do you have a "Perfect Love"?

The decoration is so pretty.

It's odd to meet a man
who cares about these things.

I didn't decorate it.

My ex-wife did.

No matter you could've screwed
up by redecorating it.

But I don't understand
the three three-seaters.

For you girls, and for "S" films.

Thank you.

But I hope to do
another kind of cinema.

What other kind?

Normal cinema,
like the kind you produce.

It's one thing stripping off
when the script calls for it,

it's another
when there's no plot,

and I need a plot.

Cinema for a real actress.

I've almost decided to make
films like the one you've made.

"S"?

Really?

Well, they are a hymn to freedom.

They're cheap.

Yeah, right, they're cheap too.

I'm great in bed.

Wait.

Leave it to me.

I remember who you are.

You're Loreto Mora's aunt.
You were at her First Communion.

Shut up.

Your parents are loaded.

Does Loreto still go riding?

Just shut up!

...and I too

need to love...

- Riqui. . .
- Fuck! What?

The other doesn't want to.

- Let my brother have a go.
- No, not a chance.

- Come on, it's his birthday.
- I said no!

- Go on, please.
- Come on, Javi.

I had to drop my boyfriend,
a mechanic,

when I became an artiste because
he made such a fuss he scared me.

He's with a friend of mine now.

The poor girl has got so fat
in two years.

Then I was with a cameraman
but that didn't work either.

And I really like
sleeping with someone.

But if you're an actress,
it isn't easy.

And the other girl in the film...

Who?

The tall one who plays the abbess.

What?

What's she like?

As an actress or a person?

Both things.

Weird.

She keeps to herself.
I don't think she's all there.

She's weird as an actress too.

Your room is so pretty.

Mine is more like "Emanuelle",
more the French style.

I'm going to sleep,
I have to get up early.

Good night, sleep well.

Night.

- Sergio!
- Eva, it's me.

Come on, let's go.

Mom?

Guess who I'm going out with.

Angel Mota.

What do you mean, "Who?"?

The best producer in Spain.

Come off it!

He's very nice to me.

And he talks, he talks a lot.

He wants to see more of me.

His house?
His house is unbel...

All right, I have to go too.
I'm calling on his phone.

All right.
Kisses, love you.

Bye.

Tara, come here.

There's no toast
or rolls.

Angel is to call me
but he needs my number.

This is my concierge's number
she takes messages for me.

Thank you for the coffee.

I'd call a taxi
but they don't come out here.

What'll I do?

There's a bus stop, a mile away.

It's a short walk.

Don Angel should've thought
about it before he left

but it's always the same.

Always? Always what?

At least it isn't snowing,
like it was with Maria Jose.

Cantudo was here?

I didn't say a surname.

At times women don't need enemies,
we're bad enough ourselves.

At times women don't need enemies,
we're bad enough ourselves.
At times women don't need enemies,
we're bad enough ourselves.

At times women don't need enemies,
we're bad enough ourselves.

Right, that's good.
Listen!

We're going to do something hot
but very elegant, okay?

Very elegant.

Like the Scandinavian
photographers,

but with a Mediterranean touch.

So think of freedom, "flou",

imagine a gentle "pop". Okay?

So that you understand,
the idea is composition.

Eva, don't hold back.
Challenge the camera.

- Let me have it.
- Come on, let's go.

- That's it.
- Go ahead.

- All right?
- Let's go.

Let's see. Let's see.

Give me a bit more.

- That's it.
- Hold it, hold it.

That's it, good.

- More, more, hold it.
- Keep going.

Now one more.

Good, bite your lips.

I can't take any more.
Go to hell, this is impossible.

Girls, don't be such bitches.

You, don't give yourself so much.

- Me or her?
- Her.

Okay I get it, not so sluttish.

More virginal,
like David Hamilton.

Who the hell is that?

- You're such a hick, Lina.
- You're so false, Sandra!

You don't know him either.

Please, that's enough.

If this asshole doesn't shut up,
throw him out.

You're the asshole,
and a lousy photographer too.

Oh, yeah? I'm an asshole?

Marcos!

Thank you.

Be careful.

You nearly lost an eye.

Eva...

Are you crying?

He just headed me,
don't be silly

I got a bit upset.

You're weird.

Stop saying that.

It's okay you don't
have to be like everyone.

But that's what I want.

Is it?
Then go out.

Show yourself.

In this noisy world, your
silence can be misunderstood,

and if you're as fragile
as I think you are,

these people can destroy you.

Unless you're not that fragile.
Who knows?

Well?

Say something.

I've got nothing to say.

Not even if you want
to keep making films.

Or will you let it seem
your life isn't your business.

I want to make films.

Again.

I want to make films.

Very well.

You'll all do fine.

They'll call you.

He's called you already.

- I don't know what you mean.
- You know perfectly well.

Have you met? Where?

Shall we eat something?
I'm starving.

You're hungry you want to make
films. . . Welcome to the world.

Did anyone call?

Encarni! Did he call?

He said he wants to see you.

When? What did he say?

At this address.

Today at 19:00.

I've got two hours!
Bye, Encarni.

Charge of adultery
against a woman,

mother of two children,

for whom the prosecution
demands the heaviest sentence.

How about that!

Hello, good evening.

- I'm here to see Angel Mota.
- Yes.

The other two are inside.

What others?

Sandra, we were waiting for you.

Marcos Viela brought me
a script for you.

I think we've got a film.

I said nothing
at the photo session

because he still hadn't called me.

Me neither. None of us knew.

We knew we said nothing, that's all.

No, we didn't know
at least I didn't.

I'm telling you because
as you know I'm with Angel...

No, we don't know.

Yes, you do.

I know nothing.

- We know he stuck it in her.
- We know that.

Don't be so genital and so smart.

We've got something different
and we talk a lot.

What's being genital?

That's when...

Even she doesn't know.

Wait for me outside!

Hello.

I need to see Angel
for a moment.

- He's in a meeting.
- Just for a moment.

All right.

Wait here.

Angel!

Sandra.

How are things?

Fine.

- How about dinner tonight?
- I can't.

I'm sorry
I've got a commitment.

Who with?

Sandra...

Sorry I mean if it's a work
thing, we could meet after

for a drink.

It's a dinner with investors.
It's impossible.

Well, it was just
if you had no plans...

I'll call you, OK?

- Call me.
- Sure.

- Promise?
- I promise.

Lola, see her out, please.

Thank you.

- Eva!
- I'm here!

What do you think?

It's creepy
it gives me the shivers.

I told you it was amazing.

It's full of shit!

Like you had to clean it.

No! No!

You'll see.

We'll teach you
not to be such a nark.

- Spread her legs.
- No!

You'll like our friend
the toilet brush.

Cut!

Eva, it's all great,
but that is a plunger.

- What did I say?
- You said toilet brush.

Did I say toilet brush?

I'm sorry.

- Got any with salami?
- Yes, this one.

You eat fruit and water.

No sandwiches.

Give me an apple,
and water.

Just an apple,
with your appetite?

I don't eat a lot.

- That's brave.
- He put her on a diet.

Marcos? I don't eat either

I haven't shaved for
the cell scene. Will it show?

No, but Curra has got wax.

Not a chance.
The last time she scalded me.

She's rough, and I shouldn't
be wearing this wig.

I'll lend you my razor
if they let you.

You're as ignorant as you're
cute. Don't share a blade.

And you're so refined.

My breasts hurt,
I'm getting my period.

So don't touch them much
in the cell scene.

A rape, and we don't touch
your breasts.

I knew it!

I was saying it for you, smarty

because you always
leave me bruises.

I swear by my pussy
you won't touch my tits today.

If we don't, wait and see
what Marcos says.

You're boring me.
So long.

I'm wiped out.

If you'd been raped
in eleven takes...

Give me one.

- What are you doing?
- Let's get it on.

No, no way.

Go on, it's just affection.

Right! Don't you love me
even a bit?

I love you lots,
but don't be a pain.

What do you care?

Come on, kiss me.

How cute, Lina likes everything.

It's only normal.

You're starkers all day.

What's your problem with women
that you hate us so much?

What the hell do you mean?

With women like you,
we don't need enemies, Curra.

What did I say stupid?
Are you drugged or what?

Are you calling me drugged?

Let's drop it, Curra.

Right, let's drop it.

Hang on.

Hey! I saw you in...

Yeah, in your dreams.

Got any for me?

No, Lina.

This is heavy.

Let me try

Sandra!

You're standing there
looking at me like...

Have a drink with me
and we'll talk for a while.

I'm with these friends.

Talk to me a bit, Angel,
you never do.

Sandra, please,
I have to attend to them now.

- I'll wait for you and then. . .
- Sure.

I'll be over there.

All right.

- Will you remember?
- Sandra!

Do you promise?

I swear.

Give me a kiss.

I'm leaving.

What about you two?

I'm staying.

Angel asked me to wait for him.

It's up to you.

What are you doing?

Me? Making films.

Come on, love.

No goodbye?

- Oh, Sandra. . .
- Keep moving.

Your papers, please.

In my purse.

What's wrong with her?

She's drunk, can't you see?

Watch your tone.

Avelina.

Go and sleep it off.

You fascists
are the terrorists.

What did you say?

You could bite your
tongue occasionally.

What did I say?

You, come with me.

- Me?
- Yes.

Not you, just her.

Sit down.

I'd rather stand.

Sit down.

We were having a drink after
work and my friend had too much.

It was silly.

It wasn't silly.

You were drunk,
you made fun of the law

you called us fascists, terrorists.

It wasn't silly.

What?

My companion was sure
he saw you naked in a film.

You can't arrest us for that.

True.

This is a democracy.

But it's early Sunday morning.

If I want,

I can keep you in the cells
until Monday.

Any ideas?

Excuse me.

Skip it.

My wife would
have chosen the cells.

But that's freedom for you.

There's room for people like you.

Go on.

Get out.

Let's get out of here.

- What did they say?
- Come on.

- Everyone's gone.
- Where's Angel?

It was hard to get here.

Where's Sandra?

I don't know.

Aren't you with Sandra?

That's all in her mind.

Won't you let me in?

Here, hang it up carefully.

Hang it up properly.

Do you want to eat or drink?

No.

I want you to undress, lie down,
and not move.

I don't want you to moan
or touch me or say my name.

That's what I want.

The men who are a match for
women like you don't exist yet.

The men who are a match for
women like you don't exist yet.
The men who are a match for
women like you don't exist yet.

The men who are a match for
women like you don't exist yet.

Rafa Sevilla, drag queen.

Freedom! Freedom!

- I'm going to the bathroom.
- I'll come with you.

We'll miss the ending.

I don't care.

Come on!

I've hardly seen him
since the shoot.

How do I look?

- Very pretty Want some lacquer?
- No, I don't.

But have you any deodorant?
I'm so nervous and I smell awful.

Here.

That purse is like a
supermarket.

I'll tackle him

and take this chance to talk
about us because otherwise...

And talk about what?

What do you mean, "What?"?

That he has to dare go after me.
It's obvious we like each other.

But he has to break
a lot of taboos.

He isn't after you.
Don't you realize?

You're the one who doesn't realize.

No one knows what you're after.

You're such an animal

and so shut away in yourself
that at times you seem wooden.

Sandra, Angel asked me to marry him.

- How are things?
- I said yes.

Now we know what you're after
and what you want.

What I want?

A family and a home like you.

No, I don't want a family.

Please, don't compare yourself
with me or I'll throw up.

You knew about it!

No, Eva, I'm sorry
I won't make it easy for you.

You are one fucking bitch,

and I repeat, I didn't know.

You did know!

You did know!

Hello?

Mom, it's me, Sandra.

Sandra, is that you?
How are you?

Fine. Great.

Mom, I was thinking.

Would you mind
if I came home for tonight?

To sleep here?

We were about to go to bed
and your room's in a mess.

- Some other day then.
- Yes, that'd be better.

All right, I have to go.

Bye, love, take care,
and call me when you want.

Sure.

Kisses, mom.

Coming!

Shit, I'm coming!

I hate to tell you,
but I told you.

Come on up.

You look thinner than you were
when you were really fat,

but fatter than when
you were really thin.

Bean stew with its pork fat
and its everything.

I don't know if I can.

What do you mean?
You'd eat a horse and its shit.

Delicious!
It's been so long.

Why am I so unlucky with men?

Because women are all masochists
and bastards turn us on.

That happens to everyone,
not just us.

Look, love,
you've got a lot of talent.

You sing, dance, act,
and give it all you've got.

Don't exaggerate.

You think things have changed

because you show your tits
in a film,

but the men who go to see you

are the same repressed, illiterate
jerk-offs as 20 years ago.

The men who are a match
for women like you

don't exist yet, love.

What'll I do?

Work like a dog and buy
all the apartments you can.

I don't want to be alone.

We, the great, are always alone.

- Hurrah for the bride and groom!
- Hurrah!

- Hurrah for the witnesses!
- Hurrah!

Listen...

Excuse me.

The gentleman wanted
a double whiskey on the rocks.

I don't really know
how to address you.

Any way you wish.

For me, you're still the same.

The whiskey is in the cabinet.

The tequila's strong.

Hey baby.

This is Gabriel,
a great theater producer.

He's thinking of investing
in films if I can persuade him.

We're making plans.

Angel took me to the theater
the other day.

It was a very nice play.

- What was it?
- What was it?

"Bernarda's House" or . .

"The House of Bernarda Alba", Eva.

It was like in Spain years ago,
all the women in black.

I've seen it lots of times.

Eva, he knows it perfectly

I want to do theater.

That's something else.

It requires discipline, sacrifice.

Theater is serious talk.

Yes.

Yes, that's true.
It's like more day to day.

You don't need to work now.

What? Why?

My love, you're with me now
you don't need to work.

And the new people coming up
are very good.

Work?

Susi can work. Susi!

Yes?

Do you want to work?

Of course, Angelito.
Whatever's necessary.

What's that look for?

I'd make all the films with you.

Then do it.

All for you.

It's good!

We're not the marrying kind, eh?

No fucking way.

Well, I'd marry you.

In India,
or an underwater wedding.

Shut up, dope head.

You're great, Lina.

Don't fall in love with me.

I mean it,
don't fall in love with me.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

There's a man at the door
asking for you.

- What man?
- I don't know some man.

You look beautiful.

What do you want?

Aren't you going to invite me
to your party?

I can't, Sergio.

I'm all fucked up.

Sergio, please.

Rosa threw me out.

I can't even see the kids.

I'm really fucked.

Look, Sergio,
we can't talk now.

Maybe I can get you some
money but we can't talk now.

You look beautiful.

You said that already.

Stop it.

Get off.

That's enough.

If you come back, I'll kill you!

Who is he?

My brother.

You always call us girls and
we're not girls, we're women.

You always call us girls and
we're not girls, we're women.
You always call us girls and
we're not girls, we're women.

You always call us girls and
we're not girls, we're women.

Lina Mora, actress.

Your favorite color?

Red.

- How do you sleep?
- I like pajamas.

- Food?
- I love fried eggs and fries.

Favorite actress and actor?

Faye Dunaway and as a man
I really like Telly Savalas.

- What do you ask of a man?
- That he stays. I don't know

I haven't been lucky.

Well, we've finished.

That's it?
What about my projects?

Put down that I've been called
for a Vicente Aranda film

where I won't have to strip off.

Well, I show my breasts
but it's social, not erotic.

We've got enough,
it's a very small section.

They're interested in the photos.

Sure.

By the way what are Eva Millan
and Lina Mora doing?

You all started together
you're still working,

and I never see them now.

When people stopped
making "S" films,

a lot of girls stopped working.

But I'm sure they're fine.

Eva retired when she married
and I heard Lina was

making a record or something.

I haven't seen them
for 2 or 3 years.

I'd like to read that script.

Angel...

Angel, love.

I'm sorry.

Let me read the script after you.

It's the adaptation of an
historical novel, you'd be bored.

I have to go out later
I've got that premiere.

From now on,
I'll have to eat for two.

Did you hear me?

What?

I said that
I'll have to eat for two.

Are you sure?

We're going to be a family

I'll have to stop smoking.

Some more, sir?

No, thank you, Dolores.

I'll have another.

Please.

Sorry I didn't see the film.

You rarely do.

Sooner or later
I always see them.

They told me
you're absolutely incredible.

Thank you.

I've become an actress.

It must be from effort
or loneliness. Who knows?

Sandra, you're the same as ever.

No.

I'm better

I've got new projects. I think we
should see each other a bit more.

- You think so?
- Yes.

Well, I don't.

You've just got a small part
in the film, right?

You're so silly

I've changed over these years.

I'm not the opposite
but I've got more self-esteem,

and you can't offend me, my love.

Not you.

Don't go on the defensive, Sandra.

Not you.

Because to act the victim you'd
have to be a bit more passive,

and people can see you coming.

Yes, you're right.

I went after you,

I go after what I want,
and it's hard work.

But no one can deny that you are
one fucking son of a bitch.

My tits!

Avelina!

You were great in the film!

- Did you see me?
- Of course!

Sandra...

- Hello.
- Hello.

- How are things?
- Great.

We've got a musical project.

And Marcos has finished a script.

It's taken me years.

- But it's a knockout.
- Yeah, the story is fantastic.

- It's set in the future. . .
- With much dialogue, characters...

- It's not sci-fi, they talk a lot.
- That's right.

Lots of symbolism,
like Stanley Kubrick.

It's great.

But, anyway
I'll send you the script.

Sure, call me, we'll talk,
I'll read it. Absolutely.

- What'll you have, love?
- A beer what else?

I didn't know you were together.

Well, we're together
but we each live our own life.

Have you seen Lina,
the girl who came with me?

No, I haven't.

Have you seen Lina Mora,
the actress?

The actress?

Yes, she left a while ago
with Angel Mota.

I decided not to wait for you.

You did right,
you mustn't wait for anybody.

Look.

Angel says to call him
and bring him the script.

Don't kid yourself.

That's not why you did it.

I told you not to
fall in love with me.

Cut it out.

I'll take him the script.

Good.

That's what you have to do.

There are lots of men like Angel.

The sad thing is lots of girls
like you and Eva prefer them.

Women.

You always call us girls,
and we're not girls.

We're women.

I'm going to bed.

You look lovely

I'm like this for you.

I haven't had lunch
with a director for ages.

- Is that the script?
- Yes.

Lina says it's my best ever

I kept calling Angel
but I could never reach him.

You did right to call me,
he's always very busy.

It's a drama,
lots of dialogue.

But read it with an open mind.
I'm different now.

Thank you.

I don't eat much these days.

But today you will.

Let me order for both of us.

You know about Lina and Angel,
don't you?

Angel loves me.

Is that enough?

I mean, with Lina,
when it comes down to it,

she never promised me
anything, but you?

You...

How much can you take?

We're going to be a family.

Who is it?

Mom, it's me.

- Sandra?
- Of course, who else would it be?

Aren't you going to let me in?

Egg and french fries, delicious!

The soup is bland.

Your cooking is getting worse.

It isn't bland, it's good.

Don't answer back to me
in my house.

Dad, I was thinking that,
with the boys gone,

and no one bringing in any
money you might be a bit short.

I'm doing well now and I'd like
to be able to help you.

You've always done
what you wanted

without thinking of
your parents' shame,

and now you come here
to offend us with your money.

Shut up.

I've spent my life
putting up with you,

listening to you
insult my children

until you drove them all away.

Now you've only got me,

so you'd better not
test my patience.

I often meet neighbors who've
seen you in films or magazines.

They say lovely things about you

and I swell like a peacock
thinking you're my daughter

I'd strip off too
for half of this!

You're crazy.

It doesn't look good.

I'm sorry this isn't the moment.
Eva Millan, ex-actress.

I'm sorry this isn't the moment.
Eva Millan, ex-actress.

Eva?

You've slept a long time.

You look horrible.

- Is it Angel?
- Don't worry he won't come in.

He can't see me like this.

I wouldn't let him.

Whatever happens,
don't take me to a hospital.

Don't leave me alone.

Of course not.

Will I fix you some broth?

Ugly Get me a cigarette.

Voilà.

- You scared me.
- Sorry.

Is she staying here?

The doctor said
it won't be for long.

She should be in a hospital.

They don't even know for certain
how you catch that shit.

How you catch it?

By sleeping with her.

But don't worry.

When you dumped her
she still didn't have it.

I'm not the executioner.

You mightn't like it, but it's
not my fault Lina's a junkie

or that Marcos' scripts are shit
or that you didn't have

any special talent
apart from stripping.

Absolutely none.

So it's completely out of line

to bring her here
to humiliate me.

Humiliate you?

What are you doing?

You didn't even see that having
my child was the only way out.

I'm as dead as Lina.

I'm the same person as she is,

so don't talk about humiliation.

When all this is over
I'm leaving here,

so please keep out of my sight
as much as possible.

I've done whatever
I've wanted to do

because you could take it,
and it mightn't seem so,

but it's you
who makes me feel like a shit.

Don't think you're unique.

There are lots of people
like you and like me.

You've got a fever!

Love, you're not horrible,
you're really beautiful.

Calm down, take this.

I need to shoot up.

Should I call Marcos?

No, not Marcos, I look so ugly.

Call Sandra.

Sandra?

Yes, call Sandra.

All right, all right, calm down.

I'll call her.

Yes?

Hello, Sandra, it's Eva.

Eva Millan.

I know exactly who you are.

Thank you.

Taxis do come out here.

What?

How is she?

Very thin.

Don't get scared
when you see her.

- And her parents?
- Traveling, as usual.

They know nothing.

With all the scum you know

you call me for this.
What a fucking nerve.

And miss your reunion?
Over my dead body.

How do you know about doing that?

I need a cigarette.

I played a junkie in my last film.

Don't be offended,
but I'm still making films.

- You fucking bitch!
- This is ready.

Don't look.

Demanding as well.

Here, Eva.

Should we call Marcos?

No.

Not Marcos, nor my family
nor anyone.

We're fine on our own.

Give me a cigarette.

Talking of families, you know
I've made it up with my father?

I give them money

so now he doesn't think it
so awful that I strip off.

I never knew mine.

He left, and my mother went from bad
to worse until she was put away

I was sent to live with my
brother when I was little.

It doesn't matter.

We're not those people anymore.

It's not cold,
it's a lovely night!

Shut up, I'll get some blankets.

- Shit, Eva, you live really well.
- Yes.

- I wouldn't swap with her.
- Me neither.

Nor would I.

When I'm better we'll buy
a nicer house than this.

- Some wine?
- Yes, go on.

Look at the pine trees.

Look at the pine trees,
pine nuts...

- Sing to me.
- Bell ringers...

You're so pretty.

Ma'am...

I wanted to say that

if you need any kind of help
with your friend,

you can count on me.

At the minute I can cope,
but thank you.

You needn't be so formal.

You were right,
I'm not the lady of the house.

Good night, ma'am.

Are you cold?

I'm fine.

You haven't mentioned my coat.

- It's good stuff!
- Real mink, it cost me a fortune.

Are you going
to stay with us tonight?

You want me to stay?

I want the three of us
to be together tonight.

Is Angel here?

He isn't going to appear.

Then I'll stay.

The bastard was a terrible fuck.

Lots of talk, but if you moved...

If you moved, he came.

You had to be dead.

Shit, one time I fell asleep.

And he never ate your pussy.

We're awful.

Not awful, we're worse,
we're pitiless.

Yes, I guess that's what
we've made ourselves.

What a lovely night.

The sky's full of stars.

- I can't find her.
- Neither can I.

No, look! Avelina!

Bring over the ladder.

Thanks.

They've put you up so high, love!

Give me the flowers.

Excuse me,
we're fans of your films.

Could we take your photo?

I'm sorry this isn't the moment.

To all women in the cinema
of the "transition".

Each of their lives
deserves a film.