Carmina or Blow Up (Carmina o revienta.)

Let's see how this goes.

What's this?

God, I am covered in blood.

Bloody hell, what a cut.

These things always happen to me.

My God.

Even my nose is dripping.

Enough already.

She's asleep.

Everyone is asleep, except me.

Let's have a cigarette. Can't do without them.

Here are more. Good.

Can't do without 'em.

A cigarette,

another cigarette.

I'm not looking after myself.

All for me.

Jesus, even my stomach is rumbling.

Even my stomach is rumbling.

One of these days, Carmina...

is going to explode.

Carmina will explode and to hell with everything.

Carmina.

CARMINA OR BLOW UP.

My name is Carmina.

I am 58 years old.

I smoked my first cigarette when I was seven.

Because I used to spend a lot of time with my grandfather,

who smoked a terrible amount.

He would get very sad when he ran out of tobacco.

He was always holding his tobacco pouch to see if it was full or empty.

And I noticed, so I would go with my grandfather to the bus stops.

"Granddad, let's go, we're going to take the..."

I would pick up the butts, open them and fill up the pouch.

When it was full to the brim I would say,

"Granddad, now that you're happy" and I would take one.

"This one is for me, ok?"

He said OK, and I smoked them at 7 years of age.

The two of us were so happy.

Him with the pouch, me with the butt.

One month ago.

We have a bar.

A month ago they robbed us.

Other times we've been robbed they took insignificant things:

the cash register, the slot machine,

things that didn't really matter.

But this time they have really ruined us.

They have fucked us over. They left us in the shit.

They have taken the entire lot of cured ham that we bought.

They didn't even break in. I don't know, but it's all gone.

All I could think about was

how was I going to organize my Cristina's communion?

Good morning. - Good morning.

Good morning.

What are you saying? My insurance doesn't cover this?

Look, Carmina, as I said, since no lock was broken,

they must have had keys, what else could have happened?

How could they have keys, I'm the only one with a key!

Then you musn't have closed the blinds or locked a door.

It's as if you had left your car open with the keys inside,

it gets stolen and then you want the insurance to pay.

This is negligence on your part.

Fuck, negligence on my part.

Before, because my payments weren't up to date.

Now, because of my negligence.

Summing up, I always get the fuzzy end of the lollipop.

I'm always the one missing out.

You told me about the ham. I'm here and I see no ham.

It's not that I don't believe you, but I've seen all kinds of things.

So have I.

For fuck's sake. I'm broke.

I didn't expect this, you know.

I did really not expect this.

This leaves me high and dry.

I do not know what I will do now.

I really don't know what bloody way I will go now.

What do I have insurance for then?

I always get shit,

for one reason or another. What the hell do I do now.

What the hell do I do know.

No ham to sell, nothing to sell. Just olives.

As if my clients were birds, for fuck's sake.

How am I going to sell anything?

What do I do, bury myself?

With my Juanito Villa, who instead of helping me just goes to sleep.

My daughter is unemployed now, too.

Another mouth to feed, unemployed.

Instead of helping me, she's just a pain in the ass.

My name is Maria.

I am twenty two

and I have no qualifications.

I didn't study, I just didn't go down that road.

The clubs, the boys, that's what teenagers think about.

What's a girl going to want,

to pick up a book?

All I wanted were cigarettes...

I have a 4 years old girl, my Marina.

A young, single mother. A modern mum.

I worked for a long time in an upmarket clothes store,

without any studies at all, just a document from school,

you know, the diploma.

You see, I'm just like my mother. I'm a go-getter.

When I don't know something, I don't worry about it.

Later I worry about it at home.

When I close my eyes at night, I remember and I worry.

But... on the spur of the moment I'm not afraid.

Boom, forwards. I inherited that.

I went to meet Jesus Pasion, who would be my boss.

I was only a young silly thing.

Silly thing, with those trousers...

Since I was small, I've always wanted to look like I was grown up.

I had the most expensive clothes...

I would go to highstreet stores and buy grown up clothes

that had to be taken in, the trousers at the sides, straps...

So that it would fit me.

Besides, I've always been tiny.

I had a tiny waist and everything was always big on me.

I mean, on top of that, I wanted to look grown up.

I went with those trousers, I will never forget that interview...

They hired me.

They put me in charge of shirts.

I sold a lot, especially to men.

I sold shirts like hot cakes.

And suits for the flamenco fair since the shop was in that area.

"Maria, listen, I need a suit for the opening day of the fair."

I used to tell them, "I've got one in the back for you".

Lies. I had suits for everyone.

I sold a lot.

I got loads of commission.

But, you know, jealousy and all that.

I trust people too much.

They fired me from the store because of a jealous workmate.

That bitch.

Then I wanted to work in clubs.

But my mother said no. She made me help her in the bar.

Right now we are having a streak of really bad luck...

A streak of really bad luck...

My father... My father.

My mother never complains, the poor thing.

We're having a rough streak now,

because the bar has been robbed two or three times, but, you know,

one after the other.

Yes, again.

Again.

They didn't leave anything.

Who is that?

Susi, Mum, who else would it be?

It was my father's fault. He closed the bar yesterday.

He left the door open, the drunk.

Your father doesn't drink anymore. He's in therapy.

My father doesn't drink? No... - No, he does not.

He doesn't drink, he dances, that's all.

Marina, come here sweetheart, don't get in the way of the cars.

Come here with your mother and your Grandma.

Hello. - What happened with the insurance?

What was going to happen? As always. We lost.

We didn't get paid. - What a pity.

See you later, thanks.

Oh, my little girl.

I'll let you know how we solve this mess.

Everything has a solution, shut up already.

Let's see if I can talk to you now.

She's fine. She's here giving our girl kisses.

Our girl has no fault in all this.

You should see her hands...

No cream, no, they are completely raw.

It looks like she had killed a pig.

Well, yes. That's from all her praying.

Have I told you about her rituals? - Go over to Granddad, love.

It's really cold out here. - She has an altar set up.

You're so funny. Don't joke about these things.

I have so much faith that all I ask for I receive, so...

Well, you can start asking, because with all this...

Don't worry, I will.

I'll ask all my saints: St. Jude Thaddeus, St. Rita...

St. Gaetan, St. Expedite, Friar Leopold...

She asks all of them. - I ask every last one.

They'll give it to me, you just wait and see.

She says her saints will give her that.

Because I will ask for it. Listen.

Hang up so we can talk.

Susi, fuck sake, hang up!

She wants me to hang up on you.

You are so cheeky. - What are you doing, Mum?

What am I doing? - Why did you hit me?

You're messing about...

You like hitting people too much.

Too much.

Bitch, that hurt, you know. - You hurt me too.

She's nastier than a trapped cat, Susi.

Stupid girl. That hurt, you know?

So did that slap, what did you slap me for?

What was that for? - Hang up already.

She's jealous.

You're jealous that I have friends and that I talk to them.

Go to hell.

She's jealous of me.

Oh, so jealous...

Poor wretch!

Come to the bar.