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Hello my darlings, how are you doing?
- Are you ready for tonight's show? - Yes!
Great, I love it.
I'm so glad you got here safe and sound, because it's so dangerous outside.
I was on my way here...
...and I saw a puppy get run over.
I leaned over, devastated, to help the dog.
And I cried for help. "Please help me!"
Suddenly, I look up and I see a tall green man.
A policeman.
And I tell him, "Officer, someone just ran over a dog".
And he says:
"Do you want me to put it in a hole"?
And since I am a good girl, I said to him...
"It would be my pleasure, but...
...let's go check on the dog first".
Thank you very much.
Thank you my darlings.
Well, I want you to keep cheering
for the great Toñita and The Choirgirls.
MY TENDER MATADOR
Daddy!
That is something you all know
The party is over, fucking fags! Get on the ground! On the ground!
On the ground, you dirty fucks!
Get out, get out!
Don't touch me, you fucking cop!
This party is over!
Look at that one!
Don't let him go!
Run, girl!
Grab him!
Come here!
What the hell do you want?
- Shh, easy. - Ok.
Let me go.
Let me go.
I'm a friend.
Ok...
That was a close one.
Very...
What's your name?
Carlos, and yours?
Hey, you almost saved my life tonight.
The least I can do is offer you a drink.
No, you know what, I really have to go home.
As you wish.
Can I call you?
Come here.
Ok. Call me at the store.
- What's your name? - My name?
I’m Sometimes, I’m Whenever, I’m Always On a Sunday,
I am Teté, Totó, Milú, Chumilú.
But you can call me The Queen.
Bye.
Good night.
Hey Shorty!
I have no name.
- Good morning, Mrs. Olguita. - Good morning.
Can I make a phone call?
- Yes. Is it local? - Yeah, local.
- Help yourself. - Thanks.
Hi Mommy.
How are you? Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm here, already at home.
Yes Mommy, Potoloco was shot. I saw her.
What about Lupe? Have you seen her?
In jail, shit.
Ok, I'll visit her... Oh, she’s getting released this morning.
Ok, I'll go to your house. Alright?
Take care Mommy.
Yes, don't you worry.
Bye.
Did something happen?
No.
- I wanted to ask you for a favor. - Ok.
A young man is going to call. His name is Carlos.
If I'm not around, can you write down his phone number?
So I can call him back, please.
I'm not taking messages anymore.
I've had many problems with the neighbors...
- It's for a job. - A job?
- Ok. - Thanks.
- Please, add it to my account. - Ok.
For you to stay fully informed, here on radio...
Cooperativa radio station, It's 8:32 am.
My child.
Thank God.
- What a tragedy. - Poor thing.
- Horrible. - How is Lupe?
Insufferable. She's very irritated.
But I'll handle it. Come on in.
Come on.
Let's cheer to death!
To your health!
Wait a moment. This toast...
...is dedicated to Potoloco. May she rest in peace.
- What a crappy death. - Yes.
Well, yes. Cheers.
Cheers.
Well, isn’t anyone going to sing in this wake?
We're mourning.
- That's true. - Yeah.
"Mourning", she said.
- Cheers! - Cheers to Potoloco!
You've crossed the line
Like a stupid servant
Any life is valid without you
Erase my number
Keep your tears
You won't be the last Goodbye
The city is dampness
Under a pale sky
And I feel free, free, free, free
ADULT CINEMA
- You're very cute. - Thanks.
Come with me, you'll have a good time.
Hello, welcome.
It's only $2.000
Behave yourself.
That's cheap.
Move, move.
Automatic weapons were confiscated...
Mrs. Clarita.
- How are you? Nice to see you. - How are you.
What can I do for you?
I need to ask you a favor.
The shield.
I want it embroidered on the head of the tablecloth.
- But it's not quite the same style... - I know it's not what we agreed on.
It's a very important event for me. The General is coming.
- No. - Yes, everything needs to be perfect.
- Don't let me down. - Ok.
No, I won't fail you.
I don't know what color to use.
Gold. It's going to be perfect.
Gold...
- It won't... - I know it's a lot more work.
- Here you go. - No, it's not about that.
Here, here.
Don't let me down. Let's go.
When have I failed you?
Hi.
Hey.
I was just passing by.
What was your name?
- Carlos. - Carlos!
Come in.
How long have you lived here?
Here? Let's see... After the earthquake. Right...
About six months ago. I found this house.
Right after the quake.
- Recently. - Yeah.
I saw this house and fell in love. It was love at first sight.
Has it ever happened to you?
No.
What do you do?
- I'm an architect. - Really?
What a coincidence! I was looking for an architect because...
...this house was damaged by the earthquake, it's scary.
It could collapse.
- Do you want me to take a look? - Please.
Do you sew?
I sew and embroider for some very important people in this country.
Look.
- Is that you? - Of course, when I was young.
Nice picture.
I was so damn pretty when I was younger.
Skinny, skinny.
I loved that dress and headdress.
I used to perform twice a week.
Where does this lead?
To a terrace.
Where I have a kneading-trough, I wash and hang clothes.
I wasn't the Queen of the Night, I'm not gonna lie.
Because there were girls who performed beautifully.
But the crowd wanted to see me.
Hey, well, everything is fine.
- It is? - There are some cracks, and...
Plenty, but there's no structural damage,
so the building won't collapse. Don't worry.
That's a relief.
- Here. - Thank you very much.
If I had known you were coming, I would have made pastries or something.
No sugar, thanks.
- Here's a spoon... - I'm fine.
I have to go soon.
I have to move my truck.
Do you like listening to the radio?
Do you listen to the news?
- Cooperativa? - No. Reality...
...is not what I like. It's scary.
I prefer the night. The stage.
Music, theatre.
The Queen.
- Do you know what I'm talking about? - Of course.
I'm Mexican.
So, you could be my Pedro Negrete.
Jorge Negrete or Pedro Infante.
Well, Pedro and Jorge. Both.
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