Bad Hair (Pelo malo)

BAD HAIR

- Can I help? - Okay.

Look.

When the water gets there, turn it off, okay?

And with this rag you wipe the edges.

But please, don't get your clothes wet.

Damn.

The kid is in my hot tub.

Lady, he's just helping me.

Go.

Come.

Me first. Wet clothes.

It's not your turn.

A little rag.

Second entrance, third floor.

Cigar.

Dead easy, she's always waiting for her husband.

No, it's her son.

But I saw them kissing.

- A black. - A black, what?

A black man.

He's over there.

Roller-skates.

Over there.

A woman who speaks to herself.

Fifth rubbish chute, fourth floor.

Guess: Dovecote.

Above the newlyweds.

- I love you. - I don't.

No, it's a graffiti.

Ah... Over there.

Look at them.

Do you think they're having more fun than us?

I think so.

Junior, don't mess with your hair.

I'm peeing.

Junior, get out now.

Oh my God...

Put it there.

Come and eat.

Yes, eat.

Damn, don't make me dirty.

Don't cry. Come on, eat.

No!

Come on, my love, just a bit.

No, baby!

A tortilla with cheese.

Why are you so slow?

If you give me fries all the time, I'll be fat on the photos.

Come on, Junior, eat.

When will I get my photo?

I have no money.

Die.

I'd rather die than be raped.

Then die, bitch!

- You won't kill me, you scum! - Take this, whore!

Don't get up, baby. They are shooting.

Over here, miss.

Minimum wages, no contract, no social package.

And no coverage for accidents at work.

And if I get shot?

Why would you be shot?

Sir, I'm here for the security guard position.

We just need a cleaning lady.

No, I'm a security guard with experience.

We need a cleaning lady.

- You already have a security guard? - No, no.

- If you want, I can show documents. - No, no, thank you.

The second finalist is...

Will your mom give you the money for the photo?

No.

My mom will give it today. Are you coming?

Congratulations "Miss Yaracuy"!

Why are we talking like that?

Because Mom has a client.

Congratulations "Miss Tachira"!

I forgot my shoes. Let's go back.

Too late. Come on. Don't stop.

Can't they take my photo?

Come on, we can't stop here.

But Mum is looking.

You do the talking.

You talk, I have no money.

Here's money for the school picture.

Okay.

Hop on.

You won't see that I have no shoes?

No. It's just a passport photo.

But I want a photo as in "Miss Venezuela".

Full height...

Full height...

The school wants a passport photo, right?

For a nicer photo you have to pay more.

Take this crown, and I make a "Miss Venezuela" photo.

Bring a nice dress, nice hairstyle.

And you'll be Lieutenant-Colonel. Just like him.

I want my photo as a singer with straight hair.

With this background.

Tell your mom, to do this hairstyle.

It will be 250 bolivars.

I doubt he'll come.

- Is that the new logo? - Yes it's new. It's nice.

Yes, it's pretty.

- Bye. - So long.

Matches?

Will your mother pay?

Yes.

What happened?

Go to bed.

What happened?

"What happened?"

"What happened?"

- Why were you dancing? - Because I want it.

- What? - Because I like it.

You like it?

Dance!

Let me go!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Junior, I have to go.

- Perla! - Marta!

I can no longer look after them, If you don't pay me...

Never mind. Junior! Never mind.

Junior, hurry up!

- How are you, Carmen? - Sit down.

Come in, Junior.

Come in and say hello.

Oh, don't like them that small. They are no human beings.

- Carmen! - Tell me!

Can I leave them with you?

No dear, I have a lot to do.

Why? Where are you going?

Ask my boss to give me back my job.

You're dreaming!

You won't get it back.

Oh, if only my son was alive!

Yes, I could work as before.

At least he could help me with Junior.

The baby will not even remember it.

He doesn't even resemble him.

He didn't care, nor do I.

Junior, get the bleach from the bathroom.

This is all that you owe me.

Don't worry, I wrote it all down.

I can help you with Junior. Give him to me, I'll look after him.

I'll keep him myself.

Carmen, I ask you to look after them for just one day.

Nothing more.. If I give him to you, he'll be shot in a few years.

No, he's different. He doesn't want guns.

He just wants to be pretty and settle in life.

- And you don't like it. - That's not true.

Then what happened at the carnival?

That's what carnival is for, Carmen.

Think about it, Marta.

I'll give you the money, and you give me Junior.

Carmen, I'll leave them. I'll come get them in the evening.

Think it over, my daughter.

When does school start, Junior?

- The 8th. - And, that's soon.

Yes, but I still have no photo.

What photo?

Me as a singer with straight hair.

Sing me something.

Important is the straight hair, like after the blow-dry.

Oh, you want me to blow-dry your hair.

But first wet your hair and bring me the hairdryer.

Look, he can't see you, you're too late.

- Can I wait? - As you wish.

If you want, you can move in with me, and I'll look after you.

I can't, I have to take care of my mother and the baby.

If we live together I'll comb your hair.

Miss, I want two PMS badges please.

- The new one. - You need a bag?

- No, no. How much? - 60.

- The feeding-bottle. - Well, go.

It's time for your bottle.

Do you always feed the baby?

No, the neighbor.

Go wet your hair, your mother is here.

Junior!

Near the presidential palace

a group of men and women...

decided to cut their hair in solidarity

with the President of the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela.

Christ heals! Christ heals!

Many people are here today, waiting their turn to express their support.

Christ heals! Christ heals!

Among the planned events there will be a special service,

held by representatives of different religions.

Members of the military high command also attended the event.

Junior, don't look at me like that.

I told you I don't like it.

Did Dad love you?

Yes.

And me?

And the baby?

Yes.

And granny?

I'll take care of you when you're old.

Beautiful! They'll surely give you the job..

Where did you hear that?