I Will Survive (Sobreviviré)

I WILL SURVIVE

Do you want your daughter Margarita

to be baptised in the Church whose

faith we have all just professed?

My name is Margarita.

Not only is it an old-fashioned name,

but it's also bad luck.

Like Marguerite Gauthier, consumptive and abandoned.

Or Princess Margaret, seduced by a half-rate playboy.

Thank God everyone calls me Marga...

Except my dad, who gave me some great advice when I was 20.

Margarita,

if you leave, never come back!

Back then I would

rather have been a guy. I couldn't stand girls.

They only talked about clothes and sappy music.

They chose me for ulterior motives and to compete with others.

That's why I hung out with Jose. He understood me.

Can I stay here a few days? Thanks.

I worked in a fast food place to pay for college.

I met my first real woman friend there.

A fun brunette whose name adorned the boys' restroom walls.

So, sex is just like a game of Parcheesi.

This is so badly rolled.

I've never rolled

a joint before.

Hey...

I've never thought of guys as Parcheesi pieces.

You'll learn. You have to get to your base without getting caught.

- But it's also a game of chance. - No...

We were inseparable: Tini, me,

and her car, the scene of my first dates.

I stepped into sex like a tightrope walker

always forward, but slowly and carefully.

But a part of me wanted to be like Tini

and just jump into the void.

I'm so fucking wasted!

I'm going to puke.

How does this door open?

Knock it off!

Know what, baby?

I'm going to go piss.

Years went by. I was sick of failures,

physical and chemical incompatibilities,

and one night stands.

I began to think the Iberian male was one step above the Cro-Magnon,

but then Roberto appeared.

I'll never forget that night.

Jose says you're old friends.

We met in school.

Jose as a child. Imagine!

We weren't that little. I was 16. And you, Jose?

Eighteen.

The year I realised I didn't like girls.

You didn't know me. If he'd met me

instead of Marga,

he wouldn't be a social outcast.

Tini, really. Jose's not an outcast.

Being gay is a crime in many countries.

Having to put up with you is a crime.

Make a wish! Close your eyes.

If the candle smokes, it'll come true!

That he be single.

That she be single.

I want to lay him.

He's probably not gay, but if we're wishing...

No one expected it,

but I was the first one to get a real job.

When I heard they needed a secretary,

I got them to hire Tini. She was very decorative.

Hello, darling.

She caught the plague of our era:

loving a married man.

She thought she lived in a cloud of joy.

- For God's sake... - Darling!

Jose did live in the clouds. He spent all his money

on flying to Barcelona 15 times

just to pick up the flight attendant.

You'll find a life vest

under your seat.

Do not remove it until you are told to do so.

Put it on over your head

and inflate it by

pulling the red tags or blowing into the tubes.

After a few years, Roberto and I made two big decisions:

to buy a flat and to stop using condoms.

- Do you remember the accident? - No.

I was asleep.

You were lucky. The seatbelt saved you.

It looks like you're okay,

but we're going to do some x-rays

and a CAT scan to make sure.

X-rays?

But...

There's a problem.

What is it?

I'm not sure, but I may be pregnant.

You may be? You haven't done a test?

No.

I was going to do it after the trip...

Don't worry, it's all right.

There's no problem.

We'll do a pregnancy test,

and then we'll see.

Tell me what's wrong with you.

Have I asked why you didn't call me?

You're something else.

I spent 4 days

at home waiting for you to appear!

Were you under house arrest?

Don't make a scene right now.

In this meeting I have to decide

Whether to lay off Marga or you.

I know what I have and want to do.

The job's yours, you deserve it,

but you must be confident.

You know what to do? Do it.

That job's mine. Give it to me or I'll cut your balls off.

Hello.

Yes, it's me.

What?

- You know anything? - No.

Relax, he'll be fine.

Roberto!

My head's going to explode.

I can't stand it.

They didn't give you a tranquilizer?

I can't take them.

I'm pregnant.

You're what?

How many months?

Seven weeks.

We have lots of time.

I'll call my gynecologist.

What?

Remember my trip to Morocco?

I was never there.

I went to have an abortion.

You don't feel a thing, it's quick.

Marga, you can't have a baby now.

How will you take care of it?

You've lost your job!

What?

Those bastards don't care.

I tried to get Tomás to do something,

but they laid you off.

Why are you here?

To finish me off?

I won't have an abortion.

I don't know who your baby's father was, but mine's Roberto!

I just want to help.

I need to get out.

I'm going to throw up.

Time was a hit man killing off my chances of survival.

I had no job,

and it's as easy to find a job as it is to go for

a walk without stepping in dog shit.

Good morning.

My unemployment insurance is running out,

and I want to apply for family aid.

Married?

No.

With what motive?

Can't you see the girI's pregnant?

You'll need

to wait till the baby's born to get aid.

When it's born,

bring the following documents here

ID card, copy and original.

Birth certificate and Social Security card, copy and original.

Tax declaration, copy and original.

Unemployment Insurance receipt, copy and original.

Job placement application, copy and original.

One, two... very good.

Pay attention. This is important: sheep breathing.

Sheep breathe this way when they give birth.

Breathe in and puff out your cheeks. This way.

Good. Now you try.

One!

One!

Girl,

put some spirit into it. Let's see...

One! Puff them out, Puff them out!

That's it, good. One!

Two!

Exhale or you'll suffocate, dear.

Why not give him an Italian name?