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BAD HAIR

- Can I help? - Okay.

Look.

When the water gets there, turn it off, okay?

And with this rag you wipe the edges.

But please, don't get your clothes wet.

Damn.

The kid is in my hot tub.

Lady, he's just helping me.

Go.

Come.

Me first. Wet clothes.

It's not your turn.

A little rag.

Second entrance, third floor.

Cigar.

Dead easy, she's always waiting for her husband.

No, it's her son.

But I saw them kissing.

- A black. - A black, what?

A black man.

He's over there.

Roller-skates.

Over there.

A woman who speaks to herself.

Fifth rubbish chute, fourth floor.

Guess: Dovecote.

Above the newlyweds.

- I love you. - I don't.

No, it's a graffiti.

Ah... Over there.

Look at them.

Do you think they're having more fun than us?

I think so.

Junior, don't mess with your hair.

I'm peeing.

Junior, get out now.

Oh my God...

Put it there.

Come and eat.

Yes, eat.

Damn, don't make me dirty.

Don't cry. Come on, eat.

No!

Come on, my love, just a bit.

No, baby!

A tortilla with cheese.

Why are you so slow?

If you give me fries all the time, I'll be fat on the photos.

Come on, Junior, eat.

When will I get my photo?

I have no money.

Die.

I'd rather die than be raped.

Then die, bitch!

- You won't kill me, you scum! - Take this, whore!

Don't get up, baby. They are shooting.

Over here, miss.

Minimum wages, no contract, no social package.

And no coverage for accidents at work.

And if I get shot?

Why would you be shot?

Sir, I'm here for the security guard position.

We just need a cleaning lady.

No, I'm a security guard with experience.

We need a cleaning lady.

- You already have a security guard? - No, no.

- If you want, I can show documents. - No, no, thank you.

The second finalist is...

Will your mom give you the money for the photo?

No.

My mom will give it today. Are you coming?

Congratulations "Miss Yaracuy"!

Why are we talking like that?

Because Mom has a client.

Congratulations "Miss Tachira"!

♪ Today is the festival of beauty. Today everybody can win.

♪ You, me, she, we can all win.

I forgot my shoes. Let's go back.

Too late. Come on. Don't stop.

Can't they take my photo?

Come on, we can't stop here.

But Mum is looking.

You do the talking.

You talk, I have no money.

Here's money for the school picture.

Okay.

Hop on.

You won't see that I have no shoes?

No. It's just a passport photo.

But I want a photo as in "Miss Venezuela".

Full height...

Full height...

The school wants a passport photo, right?

For a nicer photo you have to pay more.

Take this crown, and I make a "Miss Venezuela" photo.

Bring a nice dress, nice hairstyle.

And you'll be Lieutenant-Colonel. Just like him.

I want my photo as a singer with straight hair.

With this background.

Tell your mom, to do this hairstyle.

It will be 250 bolivars.

I doubt he'll come.

- Is that the new logo? - Yes it's new. It's nice.

Yes, it's pretty.

- Bye. - So long.

Matches?

Will your mother pay?

Yes.

What happened?

Go to bed.

What happened?

"What happened?"

"What happened?"

- Why were you dancing? - Because I want it.

- What? - Because I like it.

You like it?

♪ I like it so much.

Dance!

Let me go!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Junior, I have to go.

- Perla! - Marta!

I can no longer look after them, If you don't pay me...

Never mind. Junior! Never mind.

Junior, hurry up!

- How are you, Carmen? - Sit down.

Come in, Junior.

Come in and say hello.

Oh, don't like them that small. They are no human beings.

- Carmen! - Tell me!

Can I leave them with you?

No dear, I have a lot to do.

Why? Where are you going?

Ask my boss to give me back my job.

You're dreaming!

You won't get it back.

Oh, if only my son was alive!

Yes, I could work as before.

At least he could help me with Junior.

The baby will not even remember it.

He doesn't even resemble him.

He didn't care, nor do I.

Junior, get the bleach from the bathroom.

This is all that you owe me.

Don't worry, I wrote it all down.

I can help you with Junior. Give him to me, I'll look after him.

I'll keep him myself.

Carmen, I ask you to look after them for just one day.

Nothing more.. If I give him to you, he'll be shot in a few years.

No, he's different. He doesn't want guns.

He just wants to be pretty and settle in life.

- And you don't like it. - That's not true.

Then what happened at the carnival?

That's what carnival is for, Carmen.

Think about it, Marta.

I'll give you the money, and you give me Junior.

Carmen, I'll leave them. I'll come get them in the evening.

Think it over, my daughter.

When does school start, Junior?

- The 8th. - And, that's soon.

Yes, but I still have no photo.

What photo?

Me as a singer with straight hair.

Sing me something.

Important is the straight hair, like after the blow-dry.

Oh, you want me to blow-dry your hair.

But first wet your hair and bring me the hairdryer.

Look, he can't see you, you're too late.

- Can I wait? - As you wish.

If you want, you can move in with me, and I'll look after you.

I can't, I have to take care of my mother and the baby.

If we live together I'll comb your hair.

Miss, I want two PMS badges please.

- The new one. - You need a bag?

- No, no. How much? - 60.

- The feeding-bottle. - Well, go.

It's time for your bottle.

Do you always feed the baby?

No, the neighbor.

Go wet your hair, your mother is here.

Junior!

Near the presidential palace

a group of men and women...

decided to cut their hair in solidarity

with the President of the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela.

Christ heals! Christ heals!

Many people are here today, waiting their turn to express their support.

Christ heals! Christ heals!

Among the planned events there will be a special service,

held by representatives of different religions.

Members of the military high command also attended the event.

Junior, don't look at me like that.

I told you I don't like it.

Did Dad love you?

Yes.

And me?

And the baby?

Yes.

And granny?

I'll take care of you when you're old.

Beautiful! They'll surely give you the job..

Where did you hear that?

- Where did you hear that? - That girl.

Right.

Sit down there.

Over there.

Junior, are you there?

Junior!

What are you doing?

Men do not pee sitting down.

Get out.

Get out, I tell you!

Come out, damn you! Get out of there!

Move back.

Open your mouth.

Good.

That's it.

Doctor! Mom says that I have a lump.

- Where? - Back here.

Come on, straighten your back.

Look, some people have bigger bones than others.

It's normal. Get dressed.

He's alright, Doctor?

You did a complete check-up?

I told you: There's nothing.

Ma'am, the consult was unnecessary. If he's fine, it's useless to bring him.

Coming up is the finale of "Song and Dance". Who will win?

Sit up straight.

Leave me alone, I have nothing.

But now, a performance by one of the finalists.

Come here.

It's Ñaca-Ñaca, by Johnny.

- Matches. - Help yourself.

- Don't you have a TV at home? - No.

And now our beauty pageant contestants

parade on the catwalk in gala robes.

That's it, my love. Come on, come on.

Did you get the job?

Today is the day of the guards. We'll go to the party.

Dress the baby, while I prepare breakfast.

Gordo. You fatso.

Don't look at me, I've nothing to do with you.

Now you're a little girl.

A naughty girl!

So you came, huh?

I could have taken you if I only knew.

Thank you, boss. I'd like to talk to you.

You're one of us.

Thank you, boss. It's hard to meet at the office.

And you? Where are your swimming trunks?

Oh, no... Come here, come here kid.

Raise your arms. That's good.

Now your shoes.

One leg, the other. That's it.

Men swim in their underwear. Okay?

I would like to know if I can work during the investigation.

I know it's not standard procedure.

But I'm alone,

without money and with two children.

I'm willing to do anything to get back.

- The kid can swim, huh? - Yes.

Marta! It will be difficult to get you back to work.

But can you help me?

Okay, we can try.

- Can I come tomorrow? - Okay, tomorrow.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Was it deep?

Yes. I swim a bit but my friends swim better.

And money for the photo?

Mom gave the money and granny will straighten my hair.

Don't do that.

Look!

Look, they're winning.

Yeah, almost.

- Let's go. - Why?

Because there are rapists here.

- How do you know? - Mom told me.

You won't be raped, you're too fat.

Everybody could get raped.

To get raped they should like you, you have to be pretty.

Then you risk nothing.

The game is over. Let's go.

Today is the final of "Song and Dance".

There will be just one winner.

Will it be Johnny?

Welcome, Johnny. Are you ready?

Wow Johnny, your new hairstyle is great.

And here is Ñaca-Ñaca.

Mom, I don't want to go with you.

Mom, I don't want to go.

You understand you can't stay?

I can only take the baby.

Come on, baby. Get up sweety. It's okay now.

And if you take me to granny?

You want to stay with Carmen?

Yes.

Junior, wait!

Sorry.

Bye.

- I have a surprise. - A hair dryer?

Get that disc.

Listen to what he's singing.

♪ My lemon, my lemon tree.

♪ How I adore you!

♪ An Englishman said: "Yeah, yeah!"

♪ A Frenchman said: "Oh-la-la!".

Come on, get up.

If you want straight hair, you should learn how to sing and dance.

Well, let's dance.

I'm tired.

Get me some water.

- Did anyone come? - No, no one.

- Will they come? - I don't think so.

Grandma, can you straighten my hair?

Even more.

I can make a real singer out of you.

But then you have to learn the song.

No, not here.

My son sits there. Over there.

- Do you have a cigarette? - No. I'm in a hurry.

How's it going?

Almost done.

Louder, I can't hear you.

My lemon, my lemon tree.

How I adore you!

A Frenchman said: "Yeah, yeah!"

An Englishman said: "Oh-la-la!".

Other way around.

Junior, don't look at me like that.

I told you I don't like it.

What did granny say about my work?

How long will it last?

- Where are you going? - None of your business.

- What's up? - Tanning for the photo.

What will you wear for the photo?

I already told you.

My mom says you'd look good as a "Miss".

Because you're skinny.

I'll be a singer with straight hair.

And I'll sing "My lemon, my lemon tree".

My lemon, my lemon tree.

How I adore you!

An Englishman said: "Yeah, yeah!"

A Frenchman said: "Oh-la-la!".

Wait for me.

What's up?

Nothing much.

And if it's like at carnival?

It won't, granny will help me.

Rather go as a soldier.

Why?

Your mother will like it.

I'm going to my grandmother, she'll straighten my hair.

My lemon, my lemon tree.

How I adore you!

An Englishman said: "Yeah, yeah!"

A Frenchman said: "Oh-la-la!".

My lemon, my lemon tree.

What are you doing?

I'm not singing.

- What are you doing? - I'm rehearsing.

- What for? - To learn.

- To learn what? - The song.

What song?

The one granny taught me for the photo.

She'll also make me a suit like this and here...

And here.

And your uniform?

You lost your job, huh?

Next.

Doctor! Can I talk with you?

- What do you want? - I'll be quick.

Okay. Come in.

Do you remember my son? The small black boy?

The one with a hump.

I want to know if he's odd because of that.

Does he misbehave? Doesn't listen?

He sings.

- Always combing his hair. - What are you worried about?

I want to know if he's gay.

Did he tell you?

No.

Maybe it's my fault...

He will suffer, right?

It's my fault, I never touch him.

I do hug the baby, Doctor. I touch the little one.

- But Junior... - Ma'am, it's not a problem.

Just spend more time with your children.

Should I cut his hair?

Cut his hair? Just leave it.

Find him a male figure.

To set him an example.

So he sees that a man and woman can love each other.

That's all?

Grandma, shall I wet my hair?

Yes, son, but first take of your shirt.

You're all wet!!

Sit down.

Let's get ready for the photo.

The Englishman says: "Yeah, yeah!"

A Frenchman says, "Oh-la-la!"

A suit for a singer.

Look how beautiful you are! So beautiful!

Only thing missing is the straight hair.

Once again, from the beginning.

What if mom doesn't like it?

- Not too long? - No, perfect.

It's a singer's suit. Come on! I want to hear you sing.

Fuck!

It's a dress!

A suit like Henry Stephen. Have you seen him?

It's a dress! I don't want a dress.

I am a boy! I won't wear a dress.

Stubborn boy. Don't you want to be a singer?

You stink!

- What are you doing here? - Waiting for you.

Carmen let you leave?

- Did you quarrel? - Crazy old woman.

Let's go.

He just woke up. Wait, I'll bring him.

No thank you, I'm not hungry...

Junior, don't stand in the doorway. Get in and close the door.

What are you doing?

I'm testing the color for the photo.

Which one you like?

- This one. - Are you sure?

Mom says it makes me look like a whore.

And your hair?

I couldn't go to granny.

Classes will start soon and you can't go without a photo.

I had to go with my mother.

Couldn't she go on her own? Your mother is weird.

My mom is not weird.

- You don't look like her. - I'm a man.

Junior, shut up. Or else you should go.

Important is that you let your hair grow.

Let your hair grow. And then you can straighten your hair.

Straightening hair isn't easy.

You'll need help to moisten it.

Use mayonnaise, avocado and egg.

Junior, where are you?

Junior, get out of there!

You know I don't want you to lock yourself up in the bathroom.

What did you do?

Stay here. Stay, I tell you!

No, let me go!

Do not pull!

What garbage did you put on your head, eh?

You used mayonnaise! You smeared your head with mayonnaise!

I won't do it again!

Listen here. Look at me!

I will cut your hair.

I'll cut it all. Enough already! I'm gonna cut it.

I don't want it short!

- I will cut you hair! - No!

I'll cut your hair, I said!

What did I say? Come here! Stop.

Come here! Raise your head. Raise your head I said!

Hey, buddy, they beat you up?

Junior!

Stay, if you want.

Don't put rubbish on your head.

What do I do with my stupid hair?

It's not stupid, my love.

Just a bit there. They are just curls.

- Hello, how is it going? - Okay. Is the boss there?

No, he's not.

Why not? I called and I was told he's here.

No, he's not.

But he called me to show him my license.

He's not here.

Let's go.

- Mom, your boss was there, I saw him. - No, it wasn't him.

I saw him. It was him.

What did I do?

- Why did you touch him? - I fell.

Go.

I'm not going.

I don't want to go.

Grandma does nasty things to me.

She wants to dress me as a girl.

She made me a dress.

Why? What did you do?

Nothing.

Come on.

Junior, wait here.

Why don't you take the elevator?

Why did you make a dress for my son?

It's not a dress, it's a suit for a singer.

Junior said you put him in a dress.

So that he won't die like my son.

Do you want him to become a fag?

Why do you want him to live with you?

You know why he always goes to the shop?

Why he always needs matches?

Now he wants straight hair.

Then something else.

Let me raise him.

He is who he is, you can't change him.

You want him to take care of you.

Yes, I do. I already told you: One for me, the other for you.

- And for how much? - Whatever you want.

Junior, stop playing with your food.

- Who's running the shop? - Mario.

Everyone knows Mario.

And how is this Mario?

He has narrow eyes, as if he's lying all the time.

You don't have to pay attention to boys' eyes.

Don't go to this shop no more!

Hey, where's our girl? Why aren't you playing?

Do you think my mom will pay you?

What? You took her hair conditioner?

- Look what she did. - What?

Damn Junior! There's oil to remove all of this.

Now sit quietly, I have a client.

What are you doing?

The doll's hairstyle is even worse than me.

You ruined it!

My mom now has a job.

She'll buy you a new doll.

You ruined it! Look, look!

- Stand up straight. - I look like an old man.

- Can I take off it? - No.

This morning a group of people held a procession,

to ask Jose Gregorio Hernandez for the healing of our president.

He did many miracles and we believe that he'll be able to help the president.

Open the door.

For you and your sister.

- I have a brother. - Even better.

A certain man sacrificed his mother, to cure the President of his disease.

He confessed to the crime and was handed over to the authorities.

He did kind of a ritual sacrifice in exchange for the healing

of the President of the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela.

The 40-year-old man killed his mother and then cut off her hands and arms.

I'll serve your supper.

Give it to me, Junior.

Pedro Alvarez admitted to the crime,

which he called a sacrifice for the president's healing.

According to Alvarez, a divine voice told him to kill.>

God spoke to him for the first time and he felt that he had to obey his divine will...

Done...

Junior, switch it off.

Bon appetit!

How's school?

- We have holidays. - Oh, yeah...

But tomorrow I'll be photographed for...

Enough!

If you're going play with your food, you can go to bed.

You're always like that with them?

Yes.

I have to set an example, so they'll learn something.

Don't close the door.

Give me a cigarette.

Well, what now?

Come to the office in the morning.

But, Marta. If you screw up again, I'll fire you.

You have to control yourself.

What about an advance?

Come, fatso.

I won't carry you.

I want fried bananas.

Do you hear?

I need to eat.

Didn't you hear me?

Mom, are you asleep?

Mom, are you okay?

I won't get off the chair.

Look, my photo will be like this.

Look at me.

I'll go like this.

I'll get the photo and pay later.

I'm not coming off my chair.

Look at me. In this house everyone's looking.

The baby, me, you should look as well.

Those bananas are for my photo.

Look at my straight hair. Look, look!

Take it off.

The photo is for you.

Take it off now!

Junior, hurry up!

Today I can pay you.

Okay, same as before.

Here's an advance.

Junior's classes begin soon.

Ah Junior, a new shirt! What are you looking at? Enter.

Thank you, Perla.

- What happened to your hair? - I combed it.

What about the money?

I don't have it.

And your suit?

I didn't like it.

I'll ask if you can pay later.

- Good afternoon. - Hello.

- Do you have clippers? - Ask over there.

Thank you.

Hello! Do you have clippers?

- One? - How much is it?

One hundred.

What a hairstyle!

They're laughing at us.

- At you. - No, at you.

Hey, Barbie!

Don't pay attention.

Cinderella, where are your seven dwarfs?

Rag doll!

Shoot both?

No. His mom will pay later.

No, girl, here we pay right away.

Get on.

Ready?

- Hello! - How are you?

- Okay, all right. - Look! Here are the reports.

- Thank you. - So long! See you tomorrow!

There's always someone here.

Shall we go?

Sit down.

Fried bananas!

Finish eating and get dressed.

What's that bag?

You'll go to your grandmother.

No Mom, I don't want to go there.

Yes, you'll go.

I promise I won't sing anymore.

Give it to me.

Can I stay if I cut my hair?

And if they grow back?

No.

I don't love you.

Me neither.

♪ Glory to the brave people, who shook off the yoke

♪ Respecting the law, Virtue and honor

♪ Glory to the brave people, who shook off the yoke

♪ Respecting the law, Virtue and honor

♪ Down with the chains, Down with the chains

♪ The Lord yelled, The Lord yelled

♪ And the poor man in his hovel, For Freedom implored

♪ Upon this holy name, Trembled in great dread

♪ The vile selfishness, That had once prevailed.

DEDICATED TO ANTONIO