Os Fenómenos

Wolf. Wake up.

You're gonna be late on your first day. Wake up, honey.

I'm not hungry.

Trust me, having a set schedule is not that bad.

-I'm off. -OK.

Hey, you! What's with the fussing?

-What time will you be back? -Around seven.

OK.

Would you want to buy a bracelet?

-An ankle bracelet? -No thanks.

Would you want to buy a bracelet?

And these.

Twenty for each jacket and fifty for these two pairs.

I'm not interested in those.

But they're as good as new.

I can give you 90 and that's it.

Good afternoon.

Are you interested in buying crafts?

Wait a second, I'll ask my mother.

Mom! A woman wants to sell some hippie bracelets!

Tell her we don't want anything!

Sorry, we don't sell this kind of stuff.

Tell her I'd give you a good price.

-Mom! -What do you want, José Emilio?

She says she'd give us a good price.

I said no! Didn't you hear me?

But she's Dorinda's daughter. José Antonio's widow.

You're right, it's her!

Hi, Mrs. Carmen. You remember me.

Of course.

It's just that I wasn't expecting to see you here.

No, I'm living out of town.

And how's everything going?

Good.

I can see that. Is the baby yours?

Yes. So you don't want my bracelets...

Does your mom know you're here?

Say hello to your family!

Fucking bitch.

-Is this a real offer? -Up there, at the site office.

What the fuck is it now?

Good morning. I'm here about the job.

I don't need anyone. Sorry.

But that sign says: "Job interviews".

No can do. Sorry, sweetie.

-Now, please, I'm really busy. -I'll leave the keys here.

OK.

I need a job.

-Is everything alright? -Everything's fucking great.

I know you.

You went to my high school.

You were a class or two ahead of me and you sang in a band.

Could you talk about your little things somewhere else?

Why don't you give her a trial?

-Shit, here we go again. -Is it too much to ask?

You know it's not possible, Nina.

She has a baby, Benítez.

Exactly.

You can't be here with the baby, you understand?

Of course.

Have you ever worked in this business?

No, but I'm very handy.

I'll give you a 15-day trial. Come by next Monday.

Thank you. And thank you.

Let's see if she feels the same

when she sees what the job entails.

I need you to take care of your grandson. I got a job.

He behaves himself very well.

And he's not to be blamed for what I've done.

What about clean clothes, the diapers?

It's all in here. Also a note with his feeding schedule...

I know what I have to do! I raised you, didn't I?

Thanks, Mom.

It's not this poor baby's fault.

His name's Roy.

Roy? What kind of a name is that?

Couldn't you give him a proper name?

Yes, Mom.

You must always wear your helmet, OK?

OK.

We don't get paid to do good work, but to do it fast.

I hate people who try to shirk their duties.

I won't do that.

Don't give me that crap. If you screw up, you're out of here.

-Understood, sweetie? -Yes.

Don't come crying to me then. Is that clear?

-Yes. -Balboa!

Come here!

Morning.

Good morning.

You wanted an extra assistant, right?

You know I do. We can't keep up.

Well, no more excuses for not finishing.

Your assistant is right there.

This is a woman, damn it!

I see you can tell the difference!

Neneta.

Fucking shit.

The new fella.

The new girl.

Balboa, are you going to introduce us

to the new girl or what?

Sure. Look, this is the funniest of them all.

Especially when he smokes those cigarettes

that make him laugh, right, Curtis?

He put you in your place, Curtis!

Shut up! Mind your own business.

Hello... I'm Josué.

-Neneta. -Hey, back off!

-You're married! -Yes, you're married!

Where do I get changed?

Hey, Canicova, she wants to know where she can get changed.

You know where the women's changing room is,

you're a sissy.

You're totally retarded! Shut up, you asshole!

They've just installed the bidet.

They'll paint the room pink tomorrow.

The wall in room number three needs an extension.

Alright. No problem.

Canicova, I'd rather you do it.

Balboa, you're a week behind with the supporting wall.

It has to be done by Friday. OK?

What the hell are you waiting for?

Damn "Cunicova"!

This manager likes bossing people around.

What do I have to do?

You?

Try not to get in our way.

-Come on, bring us some bricks. -Where are they?

Where are they?

What a pain in the ass, for fuck's sake!

Hey, babe! What are you doing?

Those bricks are not for you!

-I didn't know! -Well, pay attention, cutie.

Where can I get our bricks, then?

One second. I can't do it all at once.

Once I've finished with theirs, I'll give you yours.

It's about time!

We've been here half an hour scratching our balls.

I had to wait for the crane guy to bring down a pallet.

Wait? We don't get paid to wait!

Do you want me to bring some more?

-Bring me the trowel. -The trowel.

Ask Avelino if he has it.

Avelino, could you lend me the trowel hon?

Curtis has it.

Curtis... Curtis! I need the trowel.

-The what? -The trowel.

Crap! Benítez took it. Ask him, we don't want to lose it.

-Benítez? -Yeah! Go!

-Are you sure? -Yes.

-Benítez! -Yes?

Could you give me Curtis' trowel back?

-What? -The trowel.

-The what? -The trowel!

You're such a hick! Get to work.

That's what I'm doing!

Are you stupid or what?

Don't you see they're teasing you?

I warned you, sweetie.

Don't make much of it. We all have suffered the hazing.

I spent a whole week looking for that trowel.

Let's go, Curtis.

See you tomorrow, Neneta!

See you tomorrow!

Come in, there's no one here.

OK, then. Hurry up.

Fifty, 100, 150, and 200.

Sweetie!

Sweetie, open up.

Hello! Look! Come in.

No, it's late. I have to get up early.

Come in! I have to give you the baby's stuff!

Come on, honey. Take this.

Yes, yes, yes. Look.

Come with me.

Everything is still the same.

What did you expect?

I made an omelet, do you want some?

I'm not hungry.

Where are you staying at?

At a friend's house.

I heard you're living in a van.

Everything comes out around here.

I know.

Do you need money?

-No, I told you I got a job. -May I ask what you do?

If I told you, you'd be mad at me.

How could I be mad at you?

Yes, Mom, you'd be mad! And I'm really tired!

You're not gonna tell me?

I'm a bricklayer's assistant! There!

Good heavens! But that's a job for a man!

How could I not be mad, honey?

That's what I found. The pay is good.

Your dad and I killed ourselves

to give you an education for this?

I'll bring the baby at eight o'clock, OK?

-Honey... -Bye, Mom.

Do you know what would be ridiculous for a boxer?