All language subtitles for Mal Viver AKA Bad Living 2023 Joao Canijo

BAD LIVING

Ângela!

Have you been using bleach?

Just a little.

I'm going to hide it from you one day.

Right, Alminha?

My dear... Ângela is evil.

She wants to kill my Alminha,
my love.

What?!

What are you doing here?

Hello.

I'm a mess.

Hello, Salomé.

How are you?

I don't like surprises.

She didn't know?

No, she didn't.

Why?

Won't that dog ever die?

It did, this is a new one.

Ângela?

Fetch the bags from the car, please.

Come on.

Piedade?

Your daughter is downstairs.

Everybody knows that if I don't sleep,
I get headaches.

Your mother asked me to come get you.

I've never missed a dinner.

Close the door!

So difficult.

One day, I was all curled up
on the kitchen floor.

- Getting kicked in the mouth, the nose...
- Enough of that talk.

- Always so sorry for yourself.
- I was black and blue, swollen,

- I looked like an elephant.
- That's enough...

I went to the hospital.

I know that dress!

It's so old!

Why did you put it on?

It doesn't suit you.

- Maybe you did the right thing.
- I'm just sorry no one protected me.

These two clammed up.
They didn't do anything.

And why? Because they liked Jorge.

- I wanted to report him.
- Not so loud. I've got a headache.

You didn't want to, did you?

Your father said you should
take calcium and vitamin D.

- Do you still take calcium?
- No.

- Your father said you should.
- I don't need it.

Calcium? What for?

The central nervous system.

To improve her mood?

- You made pie?
- Maybe you should take it.

Salmon pie.

What did you make for me then?

You never eat dinner.

- Salomé.
- I don't eat fish.

- You know I don't eat carbs at dinner.
- She is a vegetarian.

And nobody told me anything?

- I told you!
- The worse part...

- Would you like some soup?
- Was that he forced me to have sex.

Even worse than getting beaten
is being raped in your own home.

That's the worst.

No question.

But it's fine.

It happened once, twice, three times.

- Pass me your plate. Piedade!
- By the third time, I said...

I'm leaving.

Your plate. Come on!

- Do you still like swimming?
- I never did.

You were always in the water.

You made me take swimming lessons.

You threw yourself in the water
without knowing how to swim.

I'd known how to swim for ages,
I just pretended I didn't.

It was really funny to see you worried.

She always was a right challenge.

Remember when she didn't want to
go to school and pretended to be sick?

- The next day, she'd be fine.
- Do you know how I did it?

- I'd wake up feeling sick.
- I put the thermometer on the lamp.

- You cheeky girl! I wouldn't guess.
- What a science...

Really, I'm a bit thick.

There you go.

And yes, I still bite my nails and skin.

You bite your skin?
Aren't you a vegetarian?

That's ridiculous.

What does one thing
have to do with the other?

You used to paint my fingernails.

Your mother would use that
nail polish that tasted awful.

I'd put bandages on her cuticles
when they bled.

Nothing worked.

And that time you kissed a boy

and he pissed himself
and then you hit him?

You were caught a boy's dick
in your mouth when you were twelve.

- You're the one who told me.
- Me?!

- Yes.
- No.

It was you who told me.

Me?

No, I never told you any of that.

Do you want grandma to be mad at you?
Accusing me of saying things I never said?

Being unable to laugh out loud is sad.

How is everything? How's the soup?

This is a bit cold.

It can't be cold,
it just came out of the oven.

Right, but on the inside...

- Did your dad suffer a lot?
- He did.

- Were you with him when...
- I was.

Was he buried?

They put him in a drawer.
You want to visit?

You have to get an inheritance certificate
as soon as possible.

Do you know what that is?

Leave her be.

Could I have some more wine, please?

If you give me power of attorney,
I could take care of it for you.

- It might be painful for you...
- Leave her alone.

Her father just died. Not now.

- I want her to have what's hers.
- Right, you'll take care of it later.

- It's clean.
- That's so disgusting!

Look what're you doing...

Are you finished, aunty?

You don't want more soup, do you?

Where is she going?

She's always rushing to get nowhere.

Do you like it?

- It's very sweet.
- Yes, it is. So sweet!

Well, it's mousse.
Why wouldn't it be sweet?

I can cook the blood sausage

with the compote, what do you think?

- Onion?
- Right, red onion compote.

So,

blood sausage

with compote.

Tofu?

Fish. I've got prawn. If you'd like,
I could make that soup...

Cook some cod Supreme.

Rack of lamb.

Vegetarian option:

wild mushroom risotto.

And for us?

Make some rice with the leftover cod.

Tofu?

I don't like tofu.

And wouldn't you eat the Risotto?

- Isn't there cheese in it?
- No.

- I won't put any cheese on top.
- Okay...

For dessert, do a puff pastry pie

- with ricotta.
- Yes.

And caramel pudding.

And...

- The French toast.
- Got it.

- Could you get me avocados?
- We have some.

They're here!

Johannesburg.

Shall we lock it?

- We're locking in Cape Town.
- Don't put your feet on the sofa.

Be careful not to sit on Alma.

And please don't let any food
fall on the floor,

Alma has a liver shunt,
so she can only eat her own food.

I'm tired of deboning chickens
and cutting their bones every day.

I gave her some strawberry mousse.

Summer savory is a...?

Aromatic herb.

The correct answer is...

Aromatic herb.

Look, they want to eat.
I told them we'd sort them something.

Okay. I'll see what I've got.

Isn't there any pie left?

Piedade!

For the love of God, how embarrassing!

If it were up to me,
I'd sell this shithole.

But the hotel is still mine.

You should finish your architecture
degree, it's a safer bet.

And in your spare time,
you can dedicate yourself to sculpture.

I don't remember
asking for your opinion.

When we commit ourselves
to doing something, we see it through.

Everything's so difficult, isn't it?

For you, it is.

I don't want to get step in,
but if there was still pie...

Rest assured, Piedade,
I'm not throwing any money away.

I don't see her as someone
who can fall in love.

- Here are some sausage patties.
- Thank you.

With sweet and sour sauce,
our chef's own recipe.

It looks very good.

- Do you want some water?
- No, thanks.

So, tell me. Why wouldn't
she be able to fall in love?

I don't know. Do you think she is?

Yes, I think she is.

She's a regular girl,
just like any other.

A little shy, but other than that...

I don't know why she didn't leave.

I wanted her to be independent,
to get on with her own life.

But she always comes back to me.

She can't live without me.
What can I do?

I put up with her, and her sister.

My dad always said, 'You've got to
remember that your mother is neurotic.'

And she is.

I liked your father very much
and he liked me.

No wonder, he was the only person
that I could talk to in here.

Those poor dim wits...

We were really friends.

He adored me.

You take after him more than you do her.

But it's not her fault.

She can't do better.
She only thinks about herself.

It takes a lot of patience!

You know that I did everything for her.

I don't think she lacked anything.

But apparently it wasn't enough.

It's like there's a void inside her.
And you have to keep filling it...

And it's never enough.

Never enough.

Come on.

Not even today.

- Aunty.
- She's such a slob.

And she's fat.

The cold water is good for you.

You can't go swimming
without a swim cap.

Because of your hair.
And the chlorine is bad for you.

It's really cold! So cold!

Come on...

Put your robe on, it's cold.

Leave it, I'll do it.

Why did you cut your hair so badly?

I felt like it.

When you were little,
I wouldn't let anybody cut your hair.

I'd cut it for you.

You'd always hurt me.
Your scissors were rubbish.

You were so pretty with your curls.

I don't think it's that bad.

When you were 9 years old

you were hiding in the hotel corridors

because you had cut your own fringe
like that.

I need you to take your things
out of my room.

If you're not staying here,
it's not worth the bother.

You don't need to have your things
in my room.

- It's not your room.
- It's not yours either.

- There's nothing on the bed.
- Is this such a big deal?

Look at me.

- That's creepy, it's disgusting.
- No, it's not!

It's very disgusting.

That's enough!

You're going to make a pretty old lady.

Tomorrow, I'll call Zé Carlos.

My hairdresser.
Only he knows how to cut my hair.

- I'll ask him to come to cut our hair.
- How unpleasant!

What are you doing here in the cold?

What nonsense. Come along.

- Why are you taking it off? It's okay.
- I don't want to take it.

Poor thing...

So cold, so cold.
How about a hot shower?

I'm sorry, but the pool isn't open yet.

The pool has opening hours?

The opening hours
are between 8:30 AM and 7 PM.

I'm really sorry but I wasn't told that.

And you have to wear a swim cap.
If you need one, we have them for sale.

For an extra three euros.

Alma?

Mom, have you seen Alma?

No. Take your stuff
out of Salomé's room.

I'm looking for Alma.

Oh, sweetie?

Little Alma!

What have you done to Alma?

- Have you seen Alma?
- 201 want breakfast in their room.

In their room? Why didn't they ask?

They want eggs, they want bacon...

Alma is the most important thing
I have in life.

Sweetie?

- Love?
- The swimming pool door was open.

Do you know what this is?
Her head is turning against her.

What?

Maybe she dove in.

It stinks of fish in here.

- It really stinks.
- I only have the dried cod soaking.

Oh. It must be the cod.

What's going on?

Sweetie?

Love?

The fucking dog is here.

Really!

You use a lot of that product.

You're paying for it, are you?

That's not the point.

Saving is saving.

Don't use more than what you need.

Listen,

where did you get the dog from?

She was locked in a room.

Which room?

On the first floor.
I didn't memorize the number.

It was Salomé.

See how it looks good with less?

Christ, it stinks!

What an awful smell!

Those are from her wedding.

- No, they're not.
- Yes, they are.

That's why they're flat. For dancing.

These are all shoes that she
doesn't wear but can't give away either.

This looks like a warehouse.

Like that show about hoarders on TV.
Did you ever see it?

Hoarders.
People who can't throw anything away.

It's a type of anxiety.

It's an obsessive-compulsive behaviour,
like any other.

I doubt she can even remember
having all of these shoes.

Of course not.
She doesn't remember those at the back.

Oh, my god! These are so ugly.

Look at these.

These would look good on you.
They match your apron and everything.

Knowing how big her feet are?

They won't fit.

Try them on.

But they won't fit.

Once...

I was a bit fatter than her.

Once, I was trying on a dress.

She hated it.
'Don't you try on my things!

'Don't you try them on,
you'll ruin them.'

And once when I tried on a dress
and the stitching ripped along here.

It was completely torn.
She could kill me.

Look.

Terrible.

Take them off. They look bad on you.
They're ugly.

I'm taking all of this out of here.

Why didn't you
ever want to have children?

I did.

I did and I do.

But, tell me, with whom?

Perhaps you can't any more.

I can!

Of course I can.
I'm 36, I'm not 80 years old.

The other day I met a girl,

she's already 57.

She was 7 months pregnant
and everything went well.

It depends on your joviality.

If you keep your body fresh,

if you do exercise,

if you keep to a healthy diet,

you can have children until much later.

Are you making fun of me?

What kind of a face is that?

You're just like your father,
always making fun of me.

Did you like my father?

Yes.

I liked him a lot.

Your father was an upstanding man.

And he was mad about you.

At the end, he was looking at me
with such sadness in his eyes.

As if I was making him suffer
because he already knew he was dying.

He was a wonderful man.

Really handsome.

He looked like a prince.

Don't be sad.

I really believe...

parents live on
through their children.

It's as if they don't really die.

Because they had children, you know?

My mother is like a stone.

She doesn't feel anything for anybody.

But if she ever loved anyone,
it was Rui Manuel.

You can be sure of that.

She does not want me staying here.

I don't think she does it on purpose.

It's just...

She's completely bipolar.

She has created a reality

and she lives in that reality
she created, as if...

It's as if there was a schedule.

And if anything happens a bit
differently from what she thought,

that makes her short circuit.

And nobody can program life, can they?

Not down to the millimetre.

She panics about panicking.

She's always anxious.

As if she lived under a net,

full of mud, all tangled up
and unable to get free.

But she refuses to get help.

Why did you bring Salomé
without telling me anything?

To surprise you. To see if you two
could improve your relationship.

Besides, my granddaughter needs me.

She's just lost her father.
You know that, don't you?

She is not your granddaughter.

She is my daughter.

Are you worried about Salomé?

About Salomé and about you.

You don't like anybody, mother.

If you liked her a little bit, you
would have spared her this situation.

Can you stop making a scene?
We have clients here.

If I'm such a big monster,
why did you bring her close to me?

You're clinically depressed.

You're unwell,
and you should be committed.

Where did I go wrong? I really did try.

Did you try? Did you really?

You tried looking for my weak points.

You made me sick.

You can't be a mother to your daughters
and you want to be a mother to mine?

Don't you come after me!

You use my daughter against me.

You use my daughter to attack me.

What you hate
the most in me is yourself.

I'd have been happier
if I hadn't had a mother.

Ungrateful.

Sweetie?

Your mother tried to kill herself.

Did you know that?

I did.

It was horrible.

I don't even like talking about it.

I went to her room.

She had put a note on the door.

Saying:

'Ângela, if the door is closed,
do not enter.'

Afterwards, she opened the door.

She was wearing a black blouse,
I'll never forget.

And she said 'Better luck next time'.

I said 'My God.
What happened, Piedade?'

'I threw everything out.'

That's how it is, do you understand?

This family means everything to me,
Salomé.

Do you know how many offers
I've had to leave here?

Were you shaving?

I was looking for a grey hair
but I can't catch it with the pincers.

Do you remember that time
I asked you to draw me a horse?

That must have been your grandmother.
I can't draw horses.

No. It was you. I remember your face.

It was like this.

Like what?

Like this.

Salomé, let me get organised
or I'll lose myself.

- May I?
- No.

You can.

It was very sad.

Was the horse sad?

The horse was ugly.

It was me that got very sad
because you did not want to help me.

It's always a struggle for you,
isn't it?

Everything is so difficult.

You never feel like doing anything.

I just wanted you to get it done quickly
so I could get out of there.

I never knew how to draw horses.

Reception. Good afternoon.

Good afternoon. Reservation
in the name of Elisa Freitas.

- Straight ahead, please.
- Thank you.

You never understand anything.

- So difficult.
- I'm difficult?

It's like you swallowed a whistle.

No, it's not.

The world doesn't revolve around you,
Salomé.

- Why did you send me away?
- I didn't.

- You moved in with your father.
- I was twelve and you sent me away.

- You wanted to go.
- I realised you didn't want me here.

- My father died four days ago, remember?
- Let go! I don't like to be grabbed.

Did you ask me how I was?!
Did you come get me?!

- Did you go to the wake?!
- It's all a big mess with you.

Do you know what I think?

I think that you play the fool.

You act like you don't understand anything
so you don't have to deal with it.

What do you want me to deal with?

Are you stupid?

Go change your clothes. I don't want
you dressed like that at the reception.

I'm at home.

This is a hotel.

For the love of God.

We all know that it was Dad...
Good afternoon.

We all know it was Dad
who mistreated Alexandre.

I'm going to need your IDs, please.

- Good afternoon.
- Did you hear what I said?

Come on, Mother. I
was always on your side.

Frederico was always
on Dad's side. That's that.

It's a woman's connection, dear.

Mr Jaime.

Look at you.

You really have no shame, Raquel.

- Don't be like that.
- Slut.

- Don't be like that, my love.
- Let go of me.

Don't be like that.

I don't know. I cannot decide
between the tuna tartar and...

You know I have a soft spot
for your blood sausage.

I wouldn't know what to choose either.
They're two of our chef's specialties.

I could bring you half a portion of each
so you can have them both.

What if I just have the two starters?

You won't be hungry. But the
main dishes are not at all heavy.

Our chef's cuisine is fairly delicate.

I'll go with the starters.
I'll be fine. Thank you.

And you, miss?

I would like the tartar
and the Cod Supreme.

Certainly. Thank you.

I'd like a salad
just with lettuce and tomato, please.

No dressing, please, but bring me
some vinegar and I'll season it here.

Certainly.

You can have some of Mommy's starters.

If I get hungry, I'll order.

Good evening. Here's the wine list.

I'd like to suggest a wine

which is the best in its price range,
in my opinion.

Quinta do Perdigão, Encruzado.
2017. A white wine.

It'll go really well with the tartar,

and with the fat from the blood sausage.

I've never heard of it.
But I'll accept your suggestion.

Let's see.

For now, six tartars
and one blood sausage. Okay?

Then, for table 2,
two tartars and two risottos.

For table 4, two tartars

and a blood sausage.

After that,
there's one cod and two racks.

Then, two tartars for table 6,

and a blood sausage,
she only wants starters.

One cod and one tomato
and onion salad. Have you got that?

- Why are you dressed like that?
- I'm going to help.

- Who?
- You.

Me?

You can't help me.
You don't know anything.

- Why can't I?
- There are certain rules.

- Grandma, wasn't I going to help?
- Of course you are.

- Help where?
- So, I can't help anymore?

- You can and you should!
- You can't, you'll fuck it up.

You're overwhelmed. Eight people!
You need all the help you can get.

I can lend a hand, what's the problem?

If it's the pump!
It's blocked, or burned. I don't know.

If it's not, we're going to have to
lift up the floor boards. It's not cheap.

- At least take your socks off, Salomé.
- Follow me, okay?

Don't answer any questions.

If they ask something, I'll answer.
Do you get it?

We'll have to close the hotel.

You're not going to repair the
hotel while it's open.

It's at least 50 thousand euros
that we don't have. It's over.

You're doing a casting knowing
perfectly well that you are not available.

Didn't it cross your mind
that they were going to select you?

I'm sorry.

Quinta do Perdigão. Encruzado. 2017.

- From the Dão region.
- Very good.

Alice, castings are good.

It just so happens
that Júlia has another plan.

As you very well know.

She's starting rehearsals
for Gorky's Summerfolk.

At the São João National Theatre
with an important director.

It's a big responsibility.

Music from back in
my day played all night.

Mom.

I know that it was you who requested it.
It was freeing.

For the ladies we have a tuna tartar,
with fish from our coast,

marinated in sesame oil
with red onions and beef tomato.

At Sparks, it will be all 80's music
every Tuesday.

That party...

made me feel alive.

It cleansed my soul.

And you looked lovely.

The banks won't lend us money.

- What?
- Nobody will lend us the money.

What?

We're going to lose the hotel.

One look at the accounts and they'll see
there's no profit since March.

Let me explain.

This hotel is extraordinary.

And, contrary to what you think,

out there, people like me a lot
and have immense respect for me.

Aunty, can you get the cod?

- Banks don't lend you money out of love.
- Don't worry. I'll sort it out.

- What was that?
- The cod, aunty. It's in the oven.

That's a ruin complex.

My head hurts so bad.

You must live in another planet, Mother.
How much did we make this month?

Stop it with this talk. I can't cope.

Is this lamb?

No, no.

That's chewing gum.

I'm not taking it.

When I read your poetry
I'm astonished.

It's as if you never attended
a single grammar class.

Thank you, Raquel.

I don't get why you feel
the need to insult me.

Is this what I raised you on my own for?

So I can go to a newsstand and I see
your face on a tacky magazine cover?

On an article
written by Alice whatshername?

Can't you convince your mother
of something you want to do?

Thank you, Raquel.

- I'm not sure it's what I want.
- You're not sure it's what you want.

I don't like the tone you're using
with my daughter.

Start thinking for yourself and accept
the consequence of your choices.

Excuse me.

- You were missing a salad, right?
- It's Julia's. Thank you, Sara.

They forgot but it's understandable.

They already help me so much,
I cannot complain.

- It's okay.
- They're always by my side.

- And now I have my granddaughter here.
- Salomé?

- I met her in the pool.
- She's so pretty.

She is, and very nice.

By the way,
let me introduce you to Alice.

Julia's girlfriend.

- Okay, see you in a minute, dear.
- Thank you, Sara.

Careful.

What a ruckus.

The puff pastry is ready.

This isn't going to work out.
She's dumb as a doorknob.

- What happened?
- She's useless.

The client asked for the wine
and she played mute!

You just have to show her the ropes
and that's that!

You just have to explain to your niece.

Just my luck...

I've been thinking
and this is an excellent idea.

I'll sell the hotel. There!

All problems will be over.

You all get on with your lives
and I get on with mine.

When you get in trouble,
you'll sort it out yourselves.

Everybody's free
and you can sort your own problems.

The worst place to put cockroach traps
is on the kitchen ceiling.

- But what cockroaches?
- Table 2. Table 4. Table 6.

It's not even losing the licence.
It's the fine that you get.

Careful, this'll all come crashing down.

Don't you agree with me?

Are you really selling the hotel?

My fingers are aching...

You can't do this! You can't say
you're selling the hotel out of the blue.

The hotel is mine! Sorry.

I'm the one who decides things
around here.

After I die, you can do whatever you
please. You can ruin this all you like.

But as long as
I live, all of this is mine!

I'm in charge around here!

It's all mine! Do you hear me?

'The hotel is mine!'

'I'm in charge!'
Stop it.

'The hotel is mine!'
Raquel, hush.

What I say goes. It's all mine!
The hotel is mine! Fucking bitch!

Stop. Look at me! Raquel, look at me!

Raquel, I'm talking to you! Let's go.

Let me fucking go! Old cunt!

I'm so scared of dying, Raquel.

Every day I think about my death.

You know how I know
I love someone?

It's when I kill them.

In my head.

An intellectual is flirting with me.

Walt Whitman?

I don't have the time for this...

You, I've killed some 15 times.

Do you think I should say I'm bi?

- I'm going to say I'm straight.
- Yeah.

I'm all fucked up.

I'm always fucked up.

I've got to sort this shit out.

Sorry for all that back there.

Sorry.

Things happen for a reason, don't they?

For some reason?

So, that fucking bitch
wants to sell the hotel?

She fucked everybody's life,
she fucked mine.

She fucked your life as well.
You just don't realise it.

I'm left in the shit, you too,
and she doesn't give a shit.

Look, a squirrel!

I'm hungry.

And why aren't you going to be a mother?

- That's what the doctor told me.
- He's wrong.

What do you want me to do, mother?
Stand on my head?

Don't be silly.

It's your job to have children.

Get that through your head.
You are going to have children.

Because it's life insurance, mother?

Who accepted the proposal?

Who got married?

Who got married, mother?

The maid got married.

I'd forgive you anything
except taking my life from me.

You sound just like your brother.

Why do you wish us such ill, Mother?

Because you are inconvenient.

You hurt me.

You're annoying.

I love your brother.

But you can't help an alcoholic.

We hurt you?

The two of us hurt you, Mother?

Physically.

Childbirth is painful.

It's transformative.

You shouldn't have birthed us.

Can you turn it down, please?

I called you when your dad got ill,
so you'd come to me.

I wasn't going to leave him alone.

Your father abandoned you
when you were two years old.

I saw my father die.

You didn't have to go
through all that suffering.

You're a coward.

Did you want to solve
all your problems at once?

Ângela, with her habit of taking
on the pain of others.

It went badly.

I shat myself, I vomited
and I spent a week on chicken soup.

That's all.

You never think about me.

I also saw my father die.

Of suffocation.
It sounded like a cat miaowing outside.

Let me sleep with you.

I sleep with Alma.

No consequences?!
Are you fucking kidding?

You seduced me
and this is what you have to say!?

That's such a stupid thing to say!
You're an asshole, you know that?

No, no, it wasn't!
It was you! It was you!

Mother?

What?

What's the matter?

What is it? What are you doing here?

You come and wake me up
when I was already sleeping so well.

You know that afterwards,
I cannot get back to sleep.

What's happening?

She sleeps with her eyes open.

I can't deal with it.

And I can't stretch my legs.
Get off.

I don't like you being on my bed.
Get off.

Get off.

It's like there's this hole.

Can I sleep here, mother?

Be sensible, Piedade.

Do you think you're a kid
to be sleeping in your mother's bed?

I'm scared, mother.

You know what you should be scared of?

Of when I'm gone.

Sometimes it seems
like you want to kill me.

But when I die...

what becomes of you?

I can only harm my daughter.

Indeed.

I should never have let you get close
to my granddaughter. But now...

It's too late. I can't do anything now.

I don't know how to love anybody.

Quit the drama.

Stop it.

If you can't, you can't.

I'll take care of your daughter.

You're not really selling the hotel,
are you?

I am.

It's for the best.

Don't you think this'll be easy for me.

But it's best for everybody.

When I was bedridden,

I remember you buying me
a tall pillow

as I was getting wrinkles in my neck
from spending so much time lying down.

Do you see?

I always did everything for you
and still you complain.

I do love you, you know,

but it's difficult.

It was always so difficult.

You're like
those pine tree caterpillars.

Everything you touch...

dies.

Mother. Mother.

- Mother.
- All you ever do is complain.

All you see is yourself.

Have you ever thought
about looking outward?

Nothing is ever enough.

You're so selfish.

You only think of yourself.

It's just you, you and you alone.

Have you ever thought
about the suffering of others?

Can't you see how lucky you are?

An intelligent daughter,

talented.

What I'd have given
to have a daughter like her.

Have you ever thought about
what I've been through all these years?

No.

It's all about you.

I'm not keeping the girl.

You're not?

You're not?

You're not?

You're not?

You're not keeping her
because I don't want you to keep her!

You don't deserve her!

Now you can cry.

She always puts me in this situation.

She makes me the villain.

Do you want me to leave?

Wasn't this better?

Why don't you love me?

If I told you that I love you,

you wouldn't believe me.

You want me to be something I'm not.

When you were sleeping, as a baby,

I would turn you over all the time
so you wouldn't get a crooked face.

You had enormous eyes.

Dark.

Your gaze pierced me
as if you were some kind of wild beast.

I remember wanting to fall asleep
and not being able to.

Your umbilical cord was so well looked
after that it only fell off after 21 days.

It was unbearable.

Listening to you cry
and not knowing what to do.

Always an intolerable misunderstanding.

Why didn't you abort me?

I only wanted you to be my mother.

I am your mother.

I kept waiting
for you to come and get me.

You didn't even answer the phone.

Everything is so difficult.

You're going to be your daughter's maid.

You're going to find out
how hard life can be.

- I have my pension.
- What good is it for?

We've got nothing!

Why am I even talking to you?

- Because you love me.
- Fuck you.

Piedade?! What time is it?

I was pregnant.

You were 16.

I used all my strength pretending
there was nothing happening.

It was him who left you.

Only when Salomé was born

did I know what it was like
to have my heart leave my chest.

Love is an agony.

But you can forget him now.

You can bury him.

He's dead.

Don't waste your life, Raquel.

I had a daughter.

You've got nothing.

Do you know what I was thinking?

We could renovate the library.

What do you think?

The books are all rotten, crawling with
bookworms. We get rid of all that stuff.

We'd make a nice, cozy room.

We would take out
those chaise longues...

They're my mother's...

So what? You give them back to her.

You can ask her for this month's money
while you're at it.

We could put in a big table, mahogany.

And my ceramic pieces,
what do you think?

It would be nice. I could have my space
and you could have yours.

When there are clients,
we have to get up at 6:30.

Breakfast is at 8.

No rush...

Salomé.

This is your psychologist's report.

It's very important you keep this.

For example,

'The child displays
marked impulsiveness, '

'and is conflicted
about the maternal figure.'

'Salomé is unable to integrate her
ambivalence towards her mother.'

'She often confuses
her mother's state of mind and her own.'

Why are you reading that?

'Her aggressiveness towards her mother
reflects feelings of guilt;'

'she holds herself responsible for her
mother's neurotic-depressive behaviour.'

- What's that?
- I got it!

- Why are you unsettling her?
- Look after this.

- Give it to me.
- You may need to ask for help.

- Hand it over.
- No!

Can't I finish that?

I'm taking Alma to the beach.

Raquel is unbelievable.

Couldn't she see this had no ink left?

- Instead of replacing the cartridge...
- What's that, Piedade?

She left in the old one.

- Good morning, Júlia.
- Good morning.

You didn't get ice cream
with me this time.

I'll make a list of what we need.

Can you think of anything?

Bleach.

- Next! Next!
- Very cute!

- Who is this young man?
- It's me!

It's her!

- What a horror show!
- My hair was pretty short.

- And this phase?
- Why were you all dressed up?

This when you won
the Best French Toast Award?

No, this is recent.

- This was at the 9th grade prom.
- No, it's not. This is recent.

You were wearing one of my dresses.

Look at your little fringe.
You already had a fringe.

You always had a fringe.
After all, you're just the same.

- No. I had many phases.
- You're just older.

- Look who it is.
- Who is it?

- Clara.
- That's my mother.

- That's how I remember her.
- That's your mother?

Just like Ângela, look at that face.

But she was an elegant woman.
She was a very elegant woman.

I admired my mother deeply.

Poor thing, she didn't get many years.

Your father.

So attractive.

He is with your paternal grandmother.

I never met this grandmother.

Look, this is Piedade's wedding.

- This was the hotel, the hotel's pool.
- How very fancy!

- We're not looking at the wedding photos!
- Is this my mother's wedding?

- Show me!
- We were looking at these!

It's confusing.

That dress was so ugly,
it looked like a doily.

- I think it was pretty.
- No, it wasn't.

- Very pretty. Elegant!
- You are all tacky but that's not news.

- I think it's pretty.
- Thank you.

And she'd take off the upper part
and leave just the straps.

- Yes, I see. Horrible.
- Ah, look!

- How cute!
- This here...

This suit I'm wearing was natural silk

with Indian silk.

- Look here. Your grandfather.
- It suited him very well.

He was very handsome.

I don't recall the dress.

I remember a tunic that she
took with her on the honeymoon

- that was between lavender and blue.
- Lilac.

- No, it wasn't lilac.
- It was lilac.

- It wasn't lilac.
- I'm telling you it was.

- I'm the one who knows!
- Let me see that!

- Look here, I was the ring-bearer.
- Yes, you were.

- Let me see.
- So little.

This was the salon
where we would hold all of the parties.

We had the most wonderful parties.

Big parties.
Everyone would come.

How interesting.
This period is very interesting.

This is where I met your grandfather.

- At the hotel?
- Not at the hotel. At a party.

He was so cute.
I fell for him right away.

This should fit you.

Try it on to see if it suits you.

Now? We're looking through photo albums
and you come and interrupt with this?

Out of the blue...

It would please me...

You don't have to go.

It's okay. It's just
a dress. I'll try it on.

Look at her boobies,
they're small, like her grandmother's.

At least they won't sag, like yours.

Oh, aunty...

You're making Salomé blush.

Why?

Mine will never sag.

Nice legs.

You've been working out!
You can't fool me.

It's awful,
she looks like a sack of potatoes.

- Such an ugly thing.
- It's a very heavy dress.

It's not that long.

If you ask a seamstress
to take 2 inches off...

along this hemline.

- Come here, let me see.
- Looks like she's going to a funeral.

The only way for this to look good
is to raise it here

and tighten it...

So there's more cloth on top,
and below...

These are good legs.

Don't step on me.

This dress will last your entire life,
if you look after it.

You used to love taking photographs.

I'd go to the upstairs balcony
to film you,

and you would call out to me

from the swimming pool below.

'Mum, are you filming me?'

'Are you?'

I would say that I wasn't.

But I was.

And then you'd do something
you shouldn't have

and run off down the hotel corridors.

I'd chase after you

and I'd say
'If I catch you, I'll bite you'.

And you would bite.

You're the one who bit me.

I would grab you and pinch you.

Come here.

- Leave her.
- Can you stop?

Poor thing.

My poor little daughter.

This is for me.

'For Raquel.'

'It's good for your oily hair.'

'My dear daughter.'

'I'm sorry...'

'... but I don't know how to live.'

'Everything is too hard.'

'In life,
almost everything is relative.'

'Many kisses for you.'

'A warm hug from your mother.'

Fucking bitch.

Fucking bitch!

Why did she have to kill herself now?

'To help with the car payments.'