The Virgin of Lust (La virgen de la lujuria)

THE VIRGIN OF LUST

Tittie.

Tittie.

Pussy.

Pussy.

Tittie.

Pussy.

Pussy.

Ass.

Tittie.

Ass.

A man.

Pussy.

Brown-skinned.

Straight hair.

His rituals.

Straight hair.

Ruffled eyebrow.

His clientele.

The afternoons.

The nights.

His life flows...

a river...

Every day's the same

His rituals.

she...SHE

HER!

Passion runs loose

The Virgin of Holy Lust

She

Franco...

Kill Franco...

Franco must be killed.

Don't walk over the mopped part.

A while ago a damn whore muddied up the hall.

It ain't fair...

Where's Gardenia?

Gardenia...

They told me he was here.

I gave them a big wad of bills so they'd tell me.

Get out of here.

If you're found here, I'll get heat.

How'd you stay in here?

-And Gardenia? -You were told wrong.

Whores only pass through here before working.

No, no, not this one, It's the boss's.

He marks the level. He notices everything.

Gardenia...

his name's Gardenia,

Gardenia WiIson.

Don't play dumb.

-The masked wrestler? -Exactly...

You're after a sissy?

A faggot,

well, a queer.

I say it because it's common knowledge:

When he enters the ring, he wears braids and a little girl's dress.

That sissy you're talking about,

fucked me like no one ever has.

Never before,

not now,

never again.

So much so that I won't forget him.

I have him stuck to my pussy,

and to my heart.

For once...

for once I get here early and I'm given a nasty surprise.

Phony, fraud, hypocrite...

How well you pretend when I get here later.

You gave her my aged brandy.

I smell it, idiot, I smell it.

One who was born with a siIver spoon in his mouth,

has a fine sense of smell.

Solera de la Reina's your favorite.

Your fucking mother is my favorite...

My favorite...

is the brandy that I say is my favorite.

-You told me your favorite was... -Shut your trap.

Shut it, you damn bastard,

phony,

son of a bitch, half-breed.

You're such a peasant.

And if she threw up...

you're both going straight to jaiI.

Yeah, accused of stealing and...

and embezzlement.

-Embezzlement? -Embezzlement, idiot...

embezzlement and anything else I feel like.

If you want to vent your anger, I'll give you the excuse.

I'll just throw up on you.

That way you take it out on me since I deserve it.

-He's got nothing to do with it. -Come here you.

Don't just stand there.

Don't go. Come here.

Come here.

Let go! Bastard!

Get in there!

-Lock it. -Open the door.

Let me out!

-I just found her here. -I know.

When will you ever have the dough for a foreign whore?

Then why do you take it out on me?

I pay you, I take it out on you.

But look...

I'm calm, I'm calm, so I won't take it out on you.

Mop the brandy stain...

with soapy water.

If not, it'll dry out and stink badly.

The Ofelia is a cafe for conversation and cultured people.

-What about her? -I'll screw her...

-With the police? -No, for real.

She can pay the bribe with two blowjobs.

Better yet, I'll talk to Immigration.

They're serious people.

She'll be in Salina Cruz tomorrow.

Destination: China.

-Listen, Don Lazaro -And you know why?

For being a republican.

They love to be martyrs

but as far as working, forget about it.

This one must have left Spain

when she smelled defeat, and came running.

Get dressed!

She's just odd.

How do you know she's Spanish?

Because I'm Spanish. I have the same blood.

-You were born here. -Yeah, yeah, I was born here,

but my blood's from there.

Ok, enough chitchat.

Know what?

One day I'll throw this damn ball in the garbage.

This is a cafe, not a dive. Why are you staring at it?

I look at it and it feels like Christmas.

The Indian's become a poet.

No wonder Cortez bought your souls with trinkets and glass.

Shiny things dazzle you.

Damn fatso,

you have Indian blood just like me.

Real Indian blood.

The boss is a real bastard.

He's calling Immigration.

He doesn't mess around and he's set on it.

Says it's because you're a republican and he supports Franco.

I want to see Gardenia.

That's all I want. To see Gardenia.

That he see me die.

That way, I'll be stuck in his memory.

and he'll love me a little, just a bit.

Don't let me leave without Gardenia,

without getting him in my soul.

Life's funny...

To come to die in a garbage pit,

fucking life.

Fucking truth, huh?

Because I'm going to die in this pit, stuffed with opium and booze.

The Chinese revenge.

The yellow peril.

Touch, touch, touch...

Feel my death.

A death that caught me without him, without Gardenia,

Without his cock...

Tell fatso that I'm dying.

That I'm dying here on him...

to fuck up his life,

-to give him bad Iuck. -Be quiet.

You're dying, but you don't shut your mouth.

Get out of here.

If Immigration comes, the least they'll do is deport you.

They enjoy what they do to women.

To die somewhere else...

as it should be.

Each with his own sorrow...

Thanks anyway.

Go to 210...

it's a door with white glass.

Stay there untiI your soul settles.

What if it leaves me?

If you feel bad, talk to Raquel. She's next door.

She'll take over.

Tell her I sent you.

Nacho.

Are you bringing me Gardenia, Nacho?

Anything you want, but go upstairs.

Because in cases like this, Don Lazaro warns and delivers.

Anything?

Anything I ask of you?

You'll give me anything I ask for?

Now you're trapped.

Didn't I tell you that life's a bitch?

It's a bitch, and it's fucked,

like it should be.

I told you. It's fixed.

Excuse me...

He already made a deal, the guys are going to have a surprise.

-Of course. -No doubt there was money invoIved...

It's post time.

I'm treating Senator Horcasitas and his friends.

Bring my brandy, the one from the decanter.

-To your health. -Thanks, Don Lazaro.

Half rum, half Brandy.