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LIVING BAD

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?

How boring.

PLAYING WITH FIRE

They're here!

Your friend has been acting weird.

Hello, good evening.

- It's Raquel, right? - Yes.

This is my girlfriend, Camila.

- Hello, good evening. - Hello.

Wow! She's gorgeous!

- Is this it? - Not that one. The other one.

- This one? - Right.

You're right, Vitorino has been acting a bit strange.

I thought he was falling for Adélia.

Really? For Adélia?

I don't think so anymore. Is everything alright?

Yes... You needn't have made the reservation via Booking, Mister Jaime.

You're an old costumer... You could've just called us.

- Do you need my ID? - No, that's okay.

We're just having a small issue. Just a moment.

My mother says he'll be going back to his wife and son.

- I don't want no photos! - I love your mother's theories.

I saw the pictures on the cover of Cristina magazine.

- Congratulations. - Do you need anything from me?

No, no. I'm giving you room 201.

I'll take you there...

They're still legally married.

The divorce hasn't gone through yet.

He didn't tell me about Adélia.

And why should he have told you about it?

You have your friend living in our house and you think the two of us don't talk?

Careful with that suitcase.

Look...

They want to eat. I told them we'd fix them something.

- Okay. I'll see what I've got. - Isn't there any pie left?

There is.

Piedade! For God's sake! How embarrassing!

- Has anyone seen my glasses? - Not me.

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

Everything's so difficult, isn't it?

For you, it is.

Mom, Camila is her friend too.

A very good friend, indeed.

- She says I shouldn't play with fire. - Tell her I said hi.

Jealous? Come on, mom...

At my age? What good would it do me to be jealous?

No, Camila is an earnest, honest woman. You're the mischievous one, mom.

Tell her I know you like the palm of my hand.

I'm just kidding. Get some rest.

Don't forget your pills. Talk to you tomorrow.

Good evening.

Welcome. Go ahead, your table is ready.

Good evening.

I don't know. She's too cold.

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

You think she is unable to fall in love?

Here are some sausage patties with sweet and sour sauce.

It's our chef's own recipe.

It looks very good.

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

Do you think she's able to fall in love?

Yes, I do.

Why wouldn't she be able to fall in love? She's a regular girl, just like any other.

- Oh is she? - A little shy, but other than that...

I didn't know that side of her.

You're very interested, I see.

As a matter of fact, I am.

I did those minimalist naked portraits with her...

Who hasn't...?

At the time I found her sexy, really pretty, but also...

I don't know. Very prudish. Very closed off.

I didn't think she was any good for naked portraits.

- Apparently, I was wrong. - Apparently?

Did it occur to you that maybe she just didn't like you?

You're not Vitorino.

Maybe I should book another session.

I don't know why you would. She's not that pretty. Easy.

I don't photograph faces, I photograph looks.

She's really pretty.

- She looks good on film. - Does she now?

Do you mean her breasts?

Oh no, here we go.

Bullshit conversation.

Alma?

Alminha?

Mom? Have you seen Alma?

No. I need you to take your stuff out of Salomé's room.

I'm looking for Alma.

Alma! Alma!

Good morning.

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

The pool has opening hours?

The opening hours are between 8:30 AM and 7:00 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.

Fucking lunatic.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Wait, let me get this.

It's my mother.

You're not really going to take your mother's call now, are you Jaime?

I have to take my mother's calls.

Hi mom.

Will you please hang up the phone?

Why didn't you get any sleep?

I'm asking you. Will you hang up the phone, please!

Camila put up a photo of her and Vitorino on Instagram?

- I don't like the way he looks... - Mom, Vitorino is my friend.

- Are you sure? - I am.

A man who doesn't believe in God isn't good for nothing.

And divorced, to make matters worse.

Alright, mom. You've got nothing to worry about.

I'm the one who was worried, with you calling me at this hour.

- Go on, now, get same rest. - I'm worried about you.

Don't worry. Get some rest.

- Have a good day. - I love you very much.

I love you too. Have a good day.

So, this just happened, for real?

You posted a selfie with Vitorino on Instagram, what did you expect? A like?

Your mother checks my Instagram now?

Just because your mother doesn't care about you, it doesn't mean mine won't.

What a mood killer. Fuck.

- You should hide your feelings a bit better. - What feelings?

Are you jealous? Huh?

I'm talking about my mother.

Just a minute.

Do you know what she said? She said she didn't like the way Vitorino looks.

Your mother's known him for years. What a stupid thing to say.

You know how she is.

''A man who doesn't believe in God, son, can't be a good person.''

''And worse, he's divorced.''

- Breakfast! - Yeah. Just a minute.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

The weather is so nice, do you want the tray outside?

You can put it anywhere.

Thank you. You didn't have to.

Put this on, so you'll look like a person.

Really?

With palm trees?

Want me to put on white sneakers too? Like a himbo?

You know... It would look good.

Then we should go to the night club.

Right, and you should go to the gym. You're getting kind of chubby.

I don't work out. I read.

Wow, ''I read...''

It doesn't suit me, does it?

I think it does, actually.

Should I lose weight too?

So I can look restless and depressed like the divorcé. Is that it?

See, Jaime? You are jealous.

I wish.

But why? Don't you like it?

It's not really my style.

I don't know about that.

But look, I don't think you're fat.

- You really don't think so? - I really don't.

Oh baby... Don't drink the juice. It makes you gassy.

You're one to talk.

Fucking fatso.

Hurry up, I want to go to the beach and get some pictures with this light.

I don't sunbathe. I'll just be taking pictures.

Just so you know.

There.

- Enjoy. Have a nice day. - Thank you.

And you're right. The sneakers would look good.

See you soon.

If you leave me, nobody's going to take such good pictures of you.

And with the wrong light...

Such a hurry to go to the beach, and you're wasting time on that shit.

What? What is it? I need the content.

- It's your brain that needs the content. - Fuck you.

Is that how you're dressing for the beach?

I'm just taking pictures. I'm not sunbathing.

You give me such anxiety. Why don't you put on the Birkenstocks I got you?

I don't wear flip-flops. Let's go.

Are you going to sulk all day?

Just so I know.

You never get tired of yourself, do you?

- This one looks good. - Good morning.

- That uniform looks very good on you. - Thank you.

It's so good to wake up to your dirty sense of humor.

I liked the content.

That man is dangerous.

I swear to God, I had no idea.

I didn't know that he was dating Camila Lavender.

She's really cute.

Are you going through the guests' stuff?

- Shut up. - Will you stop it?

Don't do that when I'm around, Raquel.

Okay.

Look, how cute!

Hi.

I'll be asking for your feedback.

- I'm sure I'm going to love it. - Jaime!

Take my picture.

I'm reading.

You know my mission is to keep the costumer happy.

- Take my picture, come on! - This client couldn't be happier.

She's such a pain.

Well, if you need me...

- I'll be at the bar, at your service. - Jaime?

- That's good to know. Yes? - Let me take off my cap.

- Done. - Does it look okay?

- Shouldn't you take more? - It's great.

Look.

Vitorino sent you a message.

''I'm not afraid of women. I'm afraid of my feelings for them.''

I told you I don't want you going through my phone, didn't I?

It's just a conversation we were having.

I'm happy the two of you are getting closer.

I'm glad you are.

Her name is Salomé.

Oh, how cute.

How bold.

- It's your fault. - You're out of luck.

- I think they like vaginas... - The fire that burns, but can't be seen.

I'm not afraid of lesbians.

I'm afraid of my feelings for them.

You're the fire that burns, but can't be seen.

Don't I burn you enough?

Do you still want to die for me?

Terribly!

It's okay! It's good for your meniscus.

Tell me something. Have the two of you kissed?

What a shitty question. No!

I swear to God, we've never kissed. Never!

Promise me that if it ever happens,

- you'll tell me at once. - Jaime, cut the crap, come on.

I don't want to be deceived. I don't want to give up on you.

- I just don't want to be deceived! - What is it you want, then?

I think you're falling for Vitorino, even if you don't know it.

Right. That's what's happening.

- Don't you feel sorry for me? - Sorry for you? When you're torturing me?

My mother was right all along. You never loved me.

- You're the one who never loved me! - I'll love you until I die.

Are you texting him?

Leave me alone.

Tell him my mom didn't like the way he looked.

Leave me alone! Fuck you! Fuck you! Leave me alone!

Right! There's no need to put on a show!

I can tell you're going to be all crabby...

I'm going to hit the shower.

Alexandre! Come join us!

Come spend the day with your wife!

I think you're going to enjoy my suggestion.

Portalegre is different from other Alentejo wines.

I'll bring the wine and you'll taste it. If you don't like it, it's no trouble.

We won't charge you, and you can choose a different bottle.

Alright. Thank you.

I don't feel like eating anything. Here. Choose whatever you want.

I'm starving.

They make really good tartar here.

What's wrong?

Tell me what's wrong.

- Have you decided? - Two risottos and two tartars.

I'm in love with him.

Really?

Really.

Why did you tell me?

Because you asked me to.

- Wine list. - Thank you.

And because I can't take it anymore.

To hurt me?

We've slept together.

In my bed?

In our bed.

Stop it. Stop it!

Let go of my phone. What's wrong with you?

I'm sick of having to share my life with everyone.

Seven years putting up with this shit.

Seven years and I'm still a guest in your house.

And I'm a guest in your life.

I live in polyandry with all your followers.

I can't go anywhere, I can't do anything. Everything is instantly online!

That's very funny.

You didn't use to complain when I made money from Instagram.

You think my problem with you is money?

That it's the money you make. You being an independent woman.

Darling, you're a corporation. You see?

Only the product is you.

You explore yourself. That's my problem.

Instead of sharing your life with me,

you make it a business and you share it with people you don't even know.

You never shared anything with me.

Keep it down, will you? We're not in your neighborhood.

The most intimate thing you and I ever shared was Vitorino.

It doesn't even taste like an Alentejo wine.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Earlier I didn't get the chance to tell you about the wine.

It's ideal for the tartar and the risotto.

The wine has a maritime essence,

it's called Casal de Santa Maria, from Colares.

It's strongly influenced by the sea,

as the vines grow on sandy soil,

so it's got this saline character.

White malvasia is the typical grape in the region,

and it only grows there.

Its taste is somewhat challenging while young,

but this one has aged a bit so it's smooth.

- Thank you very much. - Excuse me, Jaime.

Thank you.

We have to talk, calmly.

Talk this through like grown-ups.

And try to maintain what's left of our friendship.

We're not friends.

I want to speak to him.

I need to know if he really wants to be with you or if this is just a flirt.

I don't think you're getting it.

I'm going to move in with him and it's none of your business.

Is that talking calmly?

Sorry. That's life.

Love isn't calm.

And I don't need you anymore.

My sister will be right along to tell you about the food.

Thank you.

It's true.

I don't need you anymore.

I don't need anyone. I don't need your poor mother.

I'm not with you because I need you. I'm with you because I love you.

Sure.

That's what any woman will do.

When a woman likes her boyfriend, she'll fuck right away his best friend.

Spare me, will you?

Please spare my feelings.

At the end of it, I'll be the one who suffers. As usual.

Go fuck yourself.

The mushroom risotto is cooked in the sautéed wild mushroom broth.

It's served with grated parmigiano Reggiano cheese.

- Could you bring me more wine? - I'm so sorry, of course.

Thank you.

- Was everything okay? - Hu-hum.

I'm sorry, can I ask you a question?

Yes, of course.

Do you think I'm pretty?

You're gorgeous.

It hasn't worked out that great for me, believe me.

You're the one who has to find yourself pretty, Camila. No one else.

Yes, I know.

But I wish he told me sometimes.

I get it.

But no man deserves a single tear from us.

- That much I can tell you. - That's all very noble in theory.

Happiness comes from within.

You have to look within yourself,

and realize what you need a man for.

Thank you.

It's the only thing that makes sense now. Come pick me up, please.

I'm the one who's sick. I'm not staying here.

Is that what you have to say to me now?

You give up?

What the hell are you talking about?

That's doesn't matter anymore, it already happened.

You're not making any sense.

Three times?

It wasn't an accident. It was a choice.

Right, darling, but we've gone past the right thing a long time ago.

No consequences?!

Are you fucking kidding me? You seduced me

and now this is what you have to say?

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

Help me, please.

I'm dying here. Come pick me up, please.

What do you mean, you can't? Pick me up, please. I'm dying here...

I'm losing my mind, can't you see?

At least do what anyone would do for a stranger. Can you do that?

You prick, you've got a lot of nerve.

Go fuck yourself.

Go fuck yourself. Don't ever talk to me again. You hear me? Go to hell!

You hear me?

Do you want me to take some pictures of you?

Here.

I have mine.

From a bit further away.

- Like this? - Yeah.

Not that up close, Jaime. Not that close.

Let me see.

Would you mind taking your clothes off?

Why?

No, I don't want that. I don't want those kinds of pictures.

Look at me.

I love you so much.

THE PELICAN

Salomé, go change your clothes.

I don't want you dressed like that at the reception.

- I'm at home. - This is a hotel.

And whose fault is that?

'Dad didn't mistreat Alexandre', your brother answered.

Is that so? Was it Alexandre who mistreated dad?

We all know it was Dad who mistreated Alexandre.

- Good afternoon. - Afternoon.

- Welcome. - Thank you.

- I'll need your IDs, please. - Did you hear what I said?

Come on, Mother. I was always on your side, Frederico was always on Dad's. That's that.

- It's a woman's connection, dear. - Here, you can have it back.

Thank you.

What Dad didn't really like was Alexandre's lifestyle.

He didn't get it...

- Excuse me, do you have Wi-Fi? - Yes.

- The information is available in the rooms. - Okay, thank you.

Here.

The swimming pool is open between 8:30 AM and 7 PM.

You have to wear a swim cap.

You can get one from us, if you need. It's an extra 3 euros.

- That much? - I need your signature.

Here, please.

We'd like three swim caps, please.

These are the keys to your rooms.

To the double room, on the 2nd floor. And to the suite, on the 3rd floor.

- Thank you. - I'll take you there.

Thank you.

Are you happy, Graça?

I am.

When a woman has the man she wants, she's happy, Mother.

Breakfast is served between 8:00 AM and 10:30 AM.

On the first floor, in our restaurant.

The hotel is kind of cute.

It's better than a cruise in the Douro.

Alexandre was worried about work,

and he missed Mom.

Frederico, if you're going to speak that way, I'm going to hang up.

Right, you're drunk. I'm hanging up.

Was he drunk?

Sometimes we're lucky enough to talk to him when he's a little less drunk.

How nice.

He asked me if I knew that Dad loved me.

You didn't know?

He also asked me if you were here with me.

But I told him to stop being paranoid and that I was alone in the pool.

You did well.

He said that Dad died of a broken heart, because of you.

Such tiresome children.

Always playing the victim.

I'm so tired of this.

Every time we speak about your brother there's a fight, Graça. Every time.

I've really been asleep...

I didn't hear you. I didn't hear you, I swear. What?

I think I've been sleepwalking.

Don't you think we're all sleepwalking?

Hey, do you want some gin?

Right. Of course you don't.

There's something truly funny about you, Mother.

Being such a good liar, it never occurs to you that other people may lie to you.

That's right.

You taught us how to lie so well.

Because it's rude to tell the truth, of course.

When things were terrible, we had to say they were great.

Frederico suffered the most, of course.

Always getting slapped for telling the truth.

When he said the food was terrible, which most of the time it was,

you were implacable, Mother. Slap! 'Shut up!'

These things stay with you, Mother.

You're left feeling that you can't say what you feel

or what you see.

Listen, young lady.

I didn't teach you how to lie. I taught you how to defend yourselves.

And speaking ill of a mother's role, that's as low as you can go.

You've gone and killed the mood. As usual.

Where's my glass?

Defend ourselves, mother?

- Defend ourselves? - Are you going to cry?

Cry! But get it over with quickly.

I'm losing patience.

Alexandre! Come join us!

Such nonsense...

Come spend the day with your wife!

I'm going to the bathroom.

Go, go.

You dove so wonderfully!

How did it feel?

Marvelous.

It's good to be here, isn't it?

This hotel is delightful.

- That's a really lovely hat. - It's from Paris.

- Oh la la. - Eh mais oui.

May I?

Here's to us!

Here's to us! Cheers.

- Hi. - Good evening.

I'd like to suggest a red wine from Portalegre. It's a limited production.

Graça, are you drinking?

- Just water for me, please. - Room temperature?

She has no vices.

Dominó Salăo Frio, 2016.

Alentejo wines tend to be a bit heavy and strong.

Portalegre is different from other Alentejo wines.

Don't you have Post-Scriptum, from the Douro region?

I think you're going to enjoy my suggestion.

I'll bring the wine and you'll taste it. If you don't like it, it's no trouble.

We won't charge you, and you can choose a different bottle.

That's perfect.

If Elisa agrees, it's fine. Thank you.

Thank you.

''Because I don't know how to tell you without miracles''

''that inside me sun,''

''fruit,''

''child, water, god,''

''milk, mother, long for you''.

Not every mother-in-law is lucky enough to hear such verses

on her daughter's wedding.

It made me cry. Really.

You were the inspiration, Elisa.

They're wonderful. I loved them.

I had those verses in me for a while, to be honest.

Weren't they in a book we had in the house?

And Elisa danced all night.

- Alas, Graça didn't inherit that energy. - I'd like to tell you about...

The DJ played a song from back in my day.

I know you were the one who told him what kind of music I liked.

It was freeing.

It was really lovely.

Thursdays, at Sparks, it will be all 80's music.

Oh, that sounds good.

That party was soul cleansing.

It made me feel alive again.

And you looked lovely. With that flowy dress.

Everyone was talking about the dress. Remember?

A mourning dress.

Oh, that's right. My children wanted me to wear black because I was in mourning.

Why would I do that? They're so annoying.

They're really annoying.

Graça can be silly sometimes.

But that's part of her charm.

Aren't the two of you happy, dear?

Happy, Mother?

Finding out I'm going to have to support my husband?

The place is a done deal.

Don't be unpleasant, Graça.

The business hasn't gone through yet, but it will, because it's a genius idea!

She can't help herself.

It's an investment in our future, right?

Act mature, will you?

- Dominó Salăo Frio, 2016. - Perfect.

This wine, even though it's classified as Alentejo,

is from Portalegre,

specifically from the Săo Mamede mountain range,

that can be as high as 500 meters,

which gives it a character

that other Alentejo wines normally don't have.

The alcohol percentage is naturally lower,

and it's more elegant, and fresh.

Lust, I mean, really...

It can make people lose their mind.

Exploring your sexuality is important for your development,

for your growth, inclusive as an actress.

Are you reading, dear?

It's a cook book.

But I don't really get these cooking times.

It depends.

It depends on the oven.

And on people's taste.

- So it's a matter of taste. - Right.

For example, here it says 'a dash of olive oil', but not how big...

I don't get it.

It's like QB, quanto baste, as much as needed.

How much do you need?

It's like our lives, right?

In our house everything always smelled really good, but when it was served...

The food tasted bad.

Dry.

Flavorless.

That's why I don't get these cooking times,

because then the sauce evaporates.

I don't follow. You have to explain yourself better.

I knew nothing about cooking before, but now I'm beginning to get it.

That's great.

Cooking is an art form.

It requires gentleness. I can give you some tips.

Soy sauce and chili peppers?

I already know that trick. But I'm the one who's going to cook.

And what do I do, the dishes?

I don't need your help. You've helped me too much already.

Oh, no, not at all. You can't have too much help after your marriage.

I'm never going to be able to make up for all the harm I caused Dad

and it's your fault, for turning me against him.

The man loved you, and you lied to him, Mother,

you cheated on him.

Listen here, young lady.

Look into my eyes, Graça.

Look into my eyes.

If you want to call me a whore,

learn how to be a first-class whore, like I always was.

What do you know about my life?

What do you know about my grandparents?

What do you know about what my parents taught me? Or the house where I grew up?

- About how I lived? - But those are excuses.

No, they're not excuses. They're scars.

What does your suffering have to do with mine?

Shut up!

I'm not done talking.

If you say you've got nothing to do with my past,

then let me tell you...

you've got absolutely nothing to do with my marriage to your father.

Do you hear me?

Don't blame me

and I won't blame my parents.

What I don't get is how you don't suffer when you hurt someone, Mother.

Don't be such a drama queen.

When you have a child, you'll have other things on your mind.

- Right, but I'm not having children. - Good god!

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? Stand on my head?

I'm infertile.

Don't be silly.

Listen here...

Listen here, young lady...

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 you married?

Who got you married, Mother?

I'm a little tipsy, dear.

I'll take this, don't worry.

- Good night, Salomé. - Night.

- Good night, Piedade. - See you tomorrow.

I'm sorry, excuse me.

- See you tomorrow. - See you tomorrow.

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

You sound just like your brother.

Why do you wish us such ill, Mother?

Because you're inconvenient.

You hurt me.

You're annoying.

I love your brother deeply, but it's impossible to love an alcoholic.

- We hurt you? - Right.

The two of us hurt you, Mother?

Physically.

Childbirth is painful.

It's transformative.

You shouldn't have birthed us.

I left my key at the front desk.

My sister is downstairs.

Thank you.

See you tomorrow.

Do you like being my whore?

I told I'm on my period.

So what?

I'm a feminist, I find it sexy.

It's a bit gross, isn't it?

I like it, it means you're fertile.

- I think it's gross. - Lie down, come on.

Come on.

- I think... Alexandre. - Come on!

No!

At least... I mean. The sheets are going to get all dirty.

- They'll wash the sheets. - No!

- At least we can put a towel underneath. - Go get it then.

Big or small?

Big.

There.

Come here.

- It smells bad, Alexandre. - No, it doesn't...

Yes, it does, it smells bad... It does!

It's gross to see someone else's head on my pillow.

It gives me goosebumps. It's gross.

So we take out the pillow.

Is that how you treat my stuff?

Is that how you treat your husband?

Mom cooks people over.

And you're all I've got.

I deserved someone who would've told me the truth.

What could I have told you? How?

And now everything has to end, right?

It's as if we'd always lived in winter,

in the cold...

And now I start to feel some warmth because I feel deeply sad...

But the truth is that I'm really happy because...

it's like this weight has been lifted off me...

Because Mom is not weighing on me.

Are you in your bedroom?

Yes, I'm home.

I wish you could hold me right now.

- Hi. - Hi.

I missed you so much.

Frederico sent me an email

with a letter that his father left for him.

It says a thousand lies

about me and you.

It says awful things about us.

It accuses me of the worst.

It says I killed him. That we killed him.

He died of a heart attack, that's what the doctor said.

And it says I never loved him.

It's like the man has come back to life.

And you're upset about it?

No.

He says I ruined him.

Now there's a dead man talking and saying that I ruined him.

Let me read the letter.

You don't need to, it's going to poison you.

- Let me read the letter. - It won't do you any good.

There's no money left?

No.

How is there no money left?

There has to be money.

It's not like the old man was poor when he died.

I knew there were two mortgages on the house, the lawyer had told me.

I'm so tired of this, Alexandre.

He writes:

''I leave nothing to no one, because there's nothing left''.

And how long have you known that there was no money?

I just found out earlier today, my head is still spinning.

The lawyer read the letter yesterday.

How could you not know there was no money?

- I never lied to you, Alexandre. - I'm talking to you, look at me.

How could you not know there was no money?

The two of us are going to get the money we need.

Do you have any money?

What's the solution, huh?

We're in this together

and we're going to find a solution for our lives.

But before that, and right now,

what I need to know...

is if when you sleep with me

it's only with me, or if you sleep with Graça too.

What the fuck is that to you?

You sleep with Graça more often.

I do.

Because she's younger.

She has more energy.

More drive.

But you...

you need me

and I need you.

You are old.

No.

No.

I'm not old.

I know I'm not too old for you.

Have you ever looked at me?

Have you?

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

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

I have my pension.

Your pension.

What good is it for?

A pension?

Why am I still here taking to you?

Out of love.

I did it for your own good. Because I love you.

No, you did it for yourself, because you're selfish.

That's not true. Wait!

Don't do that to your grandma.

- Stop crying, grandma. - Please.

Stop crying, please!

Can we talk?

I need you.

I need a woman like you.

I know I haven't treated you as good as I should have.

But I'm learning, I've never been married before.

You turn me on, so much.

The washing machine is more than 50 years old.

It can't be fixed, we're spending a fortune at the cleaners.

It's this little part, here.

Hi, good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Do you need an invoice? - Please.

Can I pay by cheque?

We only take credit or debit card.

Well, if that's the case, will you give them your card, please?

Green, PIN number, then green.

Unauthorized.

Let me try again. Sometimes this card... Thank you.

- The machine is broken, right? - Do you have another card?

My card has the balance.

Well, I'll go ahead and load the car.

See you soon.

- Do you need a hand? - No.

Green, PIN number, then green.

- Here's your invoice. - Thank you very much.

Thank you. I hope you enjoyed your stay.

It was fantastic.

- Do you need a hand? - No, thanks.

- See you next time. Thank you. - Thank you.

Thank you, have a nice day.

- Morning, Júlia. - Morning.

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

Thank you, have a nice day.

MOTHERLOVE

- What time do they stop serving breakfast? - Ten.

The bathroom is really funny.

What?

It's small, L-shaped.

Have you seen my espadrilles?

Here.

- Baby? - Yeah?

You know that video I made of you reading that text I wrote,

about the expanded flesh?

Hu-huh.

I don't want to see it.

The video turned out amazing.

Really.

When you read me and you understand me, you're astonishing.

I love what you wrote.

You know, the video came out really special, baby.

I thought it was silly to keep it to myself,

so I sent it to a production company in Lisbon.

What?

You're kidding.

They're looking for a young actress to play a leading role.

Alice, you sent the video without telling me?

And our Júlia...

was called to do a casting in Lisbon next week.

Huh?

What do you think?

I'm not sure I want to go to a casting.

Júlia, they chose you among hundreds of girls.

Alice, you didn't ask me if I was ready to do a casting, or if I wanted to.

What's the casting for?

A TV drama.

With Joaquim Reis.

Why would you do that without telling me?

What do you think? It was a surprise.

It's not a surprise. My leg is like this, I'm starting rehearsals this week.

Watch it.

I don't want to watch it. I really don't.

Baby?

What's the big deal?

It's just a casting.

What did they say about me?

What did they say about you?

They said...

that you were beautiful...

sweet...

intense...

voracious...

talented...

delicate...

surprising.

But that you're going to have to work on your Instagram.

Can I say I don't want to go?

Do you want me to break your other meniscus?

Thank you.

Is that all?

I've seen better.

Listen...

Where did you get the dog from?

She was locked in a room.

What room?

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

- You're creating a problem out of nowhere. - What?

You're creating a problem out of nowhere.

If I wanted people to see me, I would have made some videos myself.

I'll start rehearsals next week, I only read the play once,

I'm struggling with Russian history, I have physiotherapy,

and you come in here and say, ''Look, we have to go to Lisbon,''

''because there's a casting and whatnot'' and that I have to change my Instagram...

You're terribly busy, I see.

- Can I think about it? - I thought you were an actress.

Not going on a casting doesn't make me any less of an actress.

But you're less of an actress if you don't allow life to happen to you.

This is not life happening. I have my whole life to go to castings.

Why should I go to Lisbon now?

Because you've gone soft,

numb, asleep, stultified, your mind is stuck.

You say that as if I spent my days at home doing nothing.

Júlia!

Did you know you were going to fall for me?

What's that got to do with anything?

What do you want me to do?

Do you want me to tie you up, to squeeze you,

to rumble you, to cry for you, to kiss you,

to hold you, to do what to you?

Do you want me to eat you whole?

What do you want?

Tell me.

What is that, huh?

If I didn't know any better I'd say you're in love with me.

And I am.

She's in love with me.

Júlia!

- It's your mother. - What happened, dear?

You leave Mommy alone, you leave without saying anything?

I've looked all around for you, up and down the stairs,

'cause I don't ride the elevator, afraid something will happen.

And the two of you are here lying in the sun

far away, hiding out, so I can't see you from upstairs, dear.

Look at you. You should've brought your crutches.

Such nonsense.

I'm trembling all over, God. Did you have something to eat?

I did.

- Did you eat some fruit, my love? - I did.

- And did you get some sleep? - I did.

E lei, no te lascia dormire?

What were you two talking about, love?

Nothing much.

Why do I get the feeling you're lying to me?

- Good morning. - Good morning, Piedade.

- Good morning, Alice. - Good morning.

I got Júlia a surprise.

We're going to Lisbon next week.

- When? - Wednesday.

Do you want me to call Anita, so you can stay at her place?

It's okay. We're staying at a hotel.

You can stay at a hotel,

but I'd rather you'd stay at Anita's because of her poor knee.

We're not sure we're going.

I'll book the hotel, dear. I'll chose it for you.

Go!

Mommy will be fine. Go!

Have a good time. I want you two to have a good time.

What do you say we go upstairs someplace I could sit...

and the three of us read the play out loud?

It would be better that you reading it on your own.

You'd read Sónia, and we'd read the other characters.

The director said I shouldn't read the play out loud with anyone,

so as not to load the text.

With anyone?

I think it's more important for you to understand the play

than to worry about loading the words.

I think your mother is right.

What's wrong, Mom?

Nothing.

It's Ofir.

It's the pollens here. It happens every time.

I'm going to get my stuff.

I think I have to go to my room.

Shall we?

Can you stop making a scene?

We have clients here. Will you stop it?

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

You're suffering from depression. You're very sick, and you need to be treated.

What did I do to deserve such a thing? I tried.

Aren't you afraid of falling in the water?

No.

Are you alone?

The haunted hotel belongs to my grandmother. I live in Lisbon.

It's really boring here,

from the pool to beach, from the beach to pool, and no one to see.

I'm here with my girlfriend.

Cool.

Everyone is old around here.

What's your name?

Salomé. And you?

I'm Alice.

I'm going to Lisbon next week.

But you'll still be here, right?

That's a good question.

I'm going to a casting with my girlfriend.

Is she an actress?

Not quite yet. She's studying to be an actress.

- Are you an actress too? - No!

God, I don't look like an actress.

What does an actress look like?

Actually, I think you do.

Maybe you look a little bit like an actress too.

You think?

So?

Did you speak to your mum?

So?

Are you flirting with other women on the pool?

Her name is Salomé.

Oh, how cute.

How bold.

And you think she's okay?

- I found her crying in a corner. - You don't say.

What did you expect? Did you want her to laugh after what happened to her?

She's not crying over her father, she's crying over the way her mom treats her.

This is what you do. You take the blood sausage...

No, not the blood sausage.

Fuck. Fuck.

So if you please take these two... please?

Alice, TV dramas are films for stupid people.

We have to wait four or five years before Júlia can go on a casting.

People joke and say that Encruzado and cod fish were made for one another.

Because even though it's a white wine, it has the structure, the intensity

and the acidity it needs to go with the cod fish.

Because it comes from granitic soil, it has a minerality to it.

It's very nice, thank you.

Thank you.

You don't have to wait for anything, Alice.

How long have you been with Júlia?

- Six months? - Nine.

Really?

The casting is just a showcase for Júlia to emerge.

- A showcase? - For Júlia to emerge.

To emerge from the ground, like a weed.

You really have an inferiority complex,

typical of you people from Porto, so provincial.

Why do you insist on Júlia being someone other than who she is?

All I wanted was for Júlia to show herself just as she is.

We have time.

It's an experience. It's a different experience, that's all.

Don't you two have enough different experiences in bed?

Excuse me.

- It goes down very easy. - Thank you.

I made a video of Júlia reading something I wrote.

It turned out wonderful.

A video for what?

For the producers holding the casting.

Reading something that you wrote.

Right.

To draw attention to yourself, obviously.

When I read your poetry I'm astonished.

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

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 news stand and see your face on a tacky magazine cover?

On an article written by Alice whatshername?

- Don't exaggerate. - When it comes to your life,

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

- I'm not sure if it's what I want. - Thank you, Raquel.

You're not sure it's what you want.

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

What table is this salad for?

Never mind, I'll take it.

I'm not going to be here forever, Júlia. You have to learn to protect yourself.

- Excuse me, you missed a salad, right? - It's Júlia's.

Thank you, Sara.

They forgot, but that's okay,

I can't complain, because they do everything for me.

- It's alright. - If it weren't for them,

I don't know how the hotel would still be standing.

- And my granddaughter is here now, too. - I think I met her. Salomé, right?

- That's right. - She's very sweet.

She's an artist.

By the way, let me introduce you. This is Alice, Júlia's girlfriend.

Well, enjoy your meal.

Thank you, Sara.

You have to start to think for yourself

and to live with the consequences of your choices.

You don't know what you're messing around with.

This plan has been dreamed up.

And it involves a lot of changes.

It involves me relocating to England.

It involves finding a medical team to monitor me there,

because I have a heart condition, as you well know.

It involves Júlia finishing acting school in Porto,

and finding a school in England, obviously.

It involves a lot of money,

and time, which is something I no longer have.

But if you want what's best for your daughter,

you should allow her to pursue other opportunities, right?

If you care so much about her.

You think that you, with your youth and your rudeness,

- have something to teach someone my age? - Can we talk about something else?

Some people don't learn anything from life, long as they live.

Piedade.

Can you suspend that arrogance of yours

and think about your beloved Júlia for at least a second?

I'm beginning to think that you're not right in the head, Alice.

There's nothing to talk about.

There's no conversation to have.

If you were a mother, you'd understand.

But you're not going to be a mother, certainly, given the choice you've made.

Alice.

Alice.

Can we eat?

You can have some of Mommy's entrees.

She's a demon.

She's an absolute demon.

What's wrong with you, dear?

I never said I wanted to do the casting.

You shouldn't be drinking wine.

She wants an 'us'.

An us is the two of you, dear.

Io non ti lascerň mai.

Mommy's little cupcake...

Come on...

Lust, I mean, really...

It can make people lose their mind.

Exploring your sexuality is important for your development,

for your growth, inclusive as an actress.

But is it serious, or is it just a sex thing?

It's serious.

I like it that she's a woman, that way you won't get pregnant.

But what do you see in her, dear?

She's good-looking, we get that,

but tell me one thing

you find interesting about that girl.

I can't tell you.

You have two souls.

With one, you love mommy and with the other, you hate me.

You want to suffer, dear? Suffer on stage, my love.

But don't suffer in life, I can't bear that.

Mom, Alice loves me. She's with me and she cares about me.

Just hearing you say that makes me want to cry.

Why?

You're not thinking straight, dear.

Why?

She doesn't care about you!

She thinks of no one but herself.

- She gave up a lot of things for me. - What did she give up?

Her house, her friends, the things she likes to do.

Partying in my house,

is that what she gave up on?

If you two want to go to parties, go ahead.

I won't go with you because I don't want to.

But tell me, what kind of person

takes a video you made in private and sends it to casting directors?

That was a gift.

She wants to tell her friends that she's dating a TV actress.

And if you go on that casting you'll be putting your head in the wolf's mouth.

A girl like you, so talented beautiful, knowledgeable, intelligent, sensitive...

- It's just a casting. - It's not just a casting.

She's divvying you up, she's splitting your heart in two...

I don't feel divided.

This is really violent.

You don't like Alice.

What I don't like

is the fact that she's constantly making you feel bad about yourself.

I don't feel bad.

I trust your good sense.

I just need you to define yourself, dear.

I am defined.

Life is not the moment, dear.

Life is what you sow.

And you need peace,

you need to sleep well, you need to eat well...

You're finishing a degree, acting on a play, going away to England to study.

My, I don't know how you can do it, I know I could never do it, I'm sure.

I need to take my medicine, I'm so confused.

I get to my room and it's just pills, pills,

I don't know what I have to take anymore, or at what time.

What will I do when you go away?

Will I have to hire a nurse?

Will you sleep with Mommy?

I will.

Will you tickle Mommy's back?

I will.

I'm a little tipsy, dear.

I'll take this, don't worry.

You're going to have children, and that's that.

- Good night, Salomé. - Because it's life insurance, Mother?

Good night, Piedade.

See you tomorrow.

- See you tomorrow. - I'm sorry, excuse me.

Who accepted the proposal? Who got you married?

Who got you married, Mother?

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

You sound just like your brother.

Alice...

Alice...

Let me sleep.

Let me sleep.

Will you turn the light off?

Will you leave me alone, please?

Will you?

Give me some space, come on.

Let me rest.

Do you want to hit me?

I want to strangle you.

Júlia, get off.

Off, Júlia.

I'm almost falling from the bed. Off.

Let me sleep, please.

Júlia, come on, please.

What time is it? What?

Four in the morning? Come on!

Let me sleep.

Get off, get off!

So fucking stupid.

This is so embarrassing, Júlia. So embarrassing.

You went to sleep with your mommy? Really?

How old are you, Júlia?

Spare me.

What is this, what kind of freak show is this?

You let your mother tell me those awful things, I come to the room alone

and you're quiet as a mouse?

You just want me so we fuck, right?

You do whatever you please, and I can go write poems in the woods, right?

That's what you... Out of my way.

Let go of me, get off.

So embarrassing.

It's not fair.

I don't deserve this.

No, I don't deserve this.

You're beautiful.

I hand you my broken heart and you...

I wanted to be like you.

You don't need anything.

You're beautiful even in your sleep.

There're thousand girls waiting for me, Júlia.

A thousand girls waiting for me,

but, once again, I'm stupid, I don't know anything anymore.

I have to tend to the young damsel and her meniscus,

and I'm the one who gets fucked.

I've had enough, I can't do this anymore. I'm exhausted.

I'm tired of living in this three-person relationship.

I'm tired of always having your mother around.

Anywhere we go, your mother follows...

When you need to know something, you ask your mother...

Your mother's there even when we fuck...

I feel myself getting devoured by your mother's shadow

and she's laughing at us in the dark, on top of it all.

I don't understand what the fuck is going on.

I don't get it...

Me neither.

I don't know...

I don't know...

I don't know what to say...

I'm just here...

It's like I don't know how to be...

I'm stuck.

I don't know where I am.

It's just darkness all around...

I can't breathe...

I hate being the person you make me be, Júlia.

I hate you.

I hate all this.

I don't want it anymore.

I don't want this anymore.

If you love me, why are you doing this to me?

Why are you doing this to me?

Don't leave me alone...

Don't go.

Don't go...

Don't leave me alone...

Come here.

Come here.

Wait.

Lie down.

Lie down.

Come here, come here.

Don't go...

Don't leave me.

I love you, Júlia.

- Let me take your bag for you. - No, it's okay.

Stubborn.

Look, how nice. There's no one here.

Perfect.

We can make out all we want without shocking anyone.

- But could we go over there? - Uh-hum.

- This one? - The one without my hand.

I don't want to show up in your stories.

Don't worry, you won't.

Ladies...

You have to wear a swim cap.

And you'll have to take a shower before going in the pool.

No, leave the mattress protector on.

People will use the most dreadful perfume...

This is worse than old people smell.

Júlia?

Sono qua.

I didn't mean to be rude yesterday.

I also owe you an apology.

But the things you say, your attitudes and that tone of yours...

It makes me sick, I lose it.

That naiveté of yours,

thinking you can change the relationship between a mother and a daughter.

You're always meddling in our relationship.

How do I meddle? Do I go into your room? Do I go in to spy on you?

You two are not exactly quiet.

I'm the one who makes the bed every week with linen sheets,

I'm the one who places flowers by the bedside, every week.

But when I see you attacking my daughter

I see how incapable you are of loving her for who she is.

My daughter doesn't sleep, she has dark circles down her face.

I can't breathe, it's suffocating.

You keep talking to me...

as if I were your friend, but I'm your mother-in-law.

This has to end, Alice.

I don't want to have this kind of intimacy with you.

You're in my bedroom.

This is not your room, it's a hotel room.

This is my daughter's room, you're a guest here.

Is that my cardigan?

Is that my Max Mara cardigan?

You're like a eucalyptus tree, Judite.

You dry everything around you up. And what doesn't dry up, burns.

I love my daughter.

Unconditionally.

Without blackmail.

Without bullying her, like you do.

It smells bad.

You want a girl who's a mirror image of you because you're an egomaniac.

How can you see Júlia just like she is?

I love Júlia.

You love yourself.

You're sick.

Right, and you should be in therapy.

If you're not feeling wanted, you should leave.

Take your things and get out.

Why are you being so cruel?

Are you going to cry?

Friends and girlfriends come and go, then they got their own way.

Mothers never go their own way. I'll go my own way when I die.

And when that happens, you can clap, light a candle for your favorite saint.

Alice...

Be on your way.

Set yourself free, darling.

Give Mommy a kiss.

Did you sleep well, my love?

You look like a butch dyke, honey.

Such dark circles under your eyes, my love. You're so tired, poor thing.

Mi Giulia.

You're beautiful even when you're tired.

Sei cosě bella, bellissima.

The day you were born.

Mommy saw a star land gently on your head.

I knew right then you were going to be special, you were going to fly.

And you let this woman treat you this way.

This has to end, my love.

Mom.

I can't take it anymore, dear.

I can't take the disrespect,

the way this girl invaded our life.

This has to end, Júlia, life makes no sense.

Life has no logic. That's why Mommy likes the theatre so much.

I slept so badly, my love.

I had so many nightmares.

I wanted some Ibuprofen, I wanted some Migralin...

I have this unbearable headache, it's excruciating!

You like women, there are stunning women in England.

- We'll find you another. - I don't like women, I like Alice.

One day, Judite, you'll realize the harm you caused your daughter.

- My daughter doesn't need you. - Júlia isn't mine.

Alright, so that settles it.

Is it settled, Júlia?

Is this what you wanted, dear?

This is not what I want.

This passiveness of yours...

is like a betrayal.

You're betraying me.

- I'm betraying you? - You are, dear.

You're making me anxious, anguished.

- Because I like Alice? - No, my love.

Because you don't like yourself, because you subject yourself to this malevolence.

You don't believe Mommy.

You're the one who doesn't believe me.

In the land of actresses, the clown gets fucked over.

Alice, I don't want to break up with you.

Will you need a ride to Porto or can you get a taxi?

I don't want this girl in my house.

After you die, Judite, maybe Júlia will wake up.

I'll wait for you downstairs.

I hope you find your true love.

Let Mommy through, dear.

Did you see my charger?

I'm talking to you. Did you see my charger?

Júlia...

I don't deserve this.

I don't.

You want the best of both worlds.

You want to live with your mother and to sleep with me.

My mother has a heart condition.

I have my own place and you refuse to move in with me.

I can't move in with you. I don't have the money to help pay the bills.

You let your mother break us up, does that seem normal to you?

- You're the one who's breaking up with me. - You have to choose.

I want to be with you.

Júlia, I want you to be very happy, that's all.

I'm not my mother!

I love you, but it's over.

Excuse me, please.

- What, you're unpacking my things? - What have I done to you?

- What have I done to you? - You don't get it.

You're the one who doesn't get it!

- Give me back my stuff! - No!

- Give me back my stuff! - No!

It's my mother. I can't leave my mother behind,

just because you're not used to having a mother.

This is unfair. You're not listening to me.

I'm talking, I'm explaining things to you and you won't listen.

This is not a play, Júlia.

I love you.

Liar.

What is this, what the hell are you talking about?

You think I'm stupid, but I'm not. I see things, I get it.

I'm tired.

You're leaving because you want to.

I tried everything.

All you see is yourself.

I hate you.

- Good morning, Júlia. - Good morning.

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

- Good morning. - Thank you, have a nice day.