Malviviendo 1x01 - "Me dicen Negro"

Negro: David Sainz
Zurdo: David Valderrama
Postilla: Carlos Medrano
Kaki: Tomás Moreno
Mateo : Manuel Noguera
Gorrilla: Javier Hidalgo
Padre Negro: Antonio Carrere
Puto: Carlos Lee Ferrer
Chica: Marga Barroso
Conductor 1: Antonio J.Domínguez
Saboya: Manuel Romero
Mujer: Castillo Fernández
Rata: Javi Lería
Chico Cassette 1: José Miguel Sánchez
Chico Cassette 2 : José María Pérez
Rata - Sucio

Guión y Dirección: David Sainz
Producción: Antonio Velázquez y Antonio Domínguez
Montaje y PostProducción: Javi Lería
Operadores de cámara: Antonio Velázquez, David Sainz, Javi Lería y Tomás Moreno
Sonido: Selu González
Música: Mario García (Legalize Sound)

Agradecimientos: Rafael Velázquez, Marga Barroso, José Ramón Arroyal, Johnny Willow, Carlos Daganzo, Jesús Guitián.

Tracklist:

DEXTER MAIN TITTLE - DEXTER (CABECERA)
VIVIVENDO Y ENTENDIENDO - LEGALIZE PRODUCCIONES
ARDE -- LEGALIZE PRODUCCIONES
ALGO DE NOSOTROS -- LEGALIZE PRODUCCIONES (D'LUJO)
CONCIERTOS PARA VIOLÍN -- PAGANINI
IMAGINO -- KRAZZYLOOP STUDIO, BAILANDO CON PALABRAS (DESDE LA NADA)
RAGGARUMBA -- KRAZYLOOP STUDIO
MI MADRE ME DIJO A MI -- JUAN JOSÉ AMADO (D´LUJO, CALENTAMIENTO MORAL)
DANCEHALL BASS -- LEGALIZE PRODUCCIONES
EXPERIENCIAS -- KRAZYLOOP STUDIO (D´LUJO,CALENTAMIENTO MORAL)
I LOVE RIDDIM -- TEKA (CREDITOS)

DIFFFERENT ENTERTAINMENT SL 2008

EPISODE 1
"THEY CALL ME NEGRO"

You know your kid's friend
who looks suspicious?

Or the one you hate
who's seeing your daughter?

That guy you glance at sideways,
and ladies try to avoid?

Thats me.

My name's Jesus,
but everyone calls me Negro.

Oy, Negro!

What's up Negro!

Que pasa Negro!

I left my island five years ago,
to study here.

Five fucking years.

Mum? What's up?

Yeah, I just got out.

Out of an exam.

Good.

Well, I killed myself studying...

..all night,
three full days studying!

I should have passed it first time,
you know.

Eighth time lucky, right?

It's a three year course,
but I seem to enjoy the first year.

My worried mum sends money sometimes.

I cant help feeling bad about it.

But then I remember my father's
wise words.

You're a retard!

He's right. Thanks to him
I feel OK using the money for a deal.

It's like pinching your arm
to forget a headache.

But I'm maturing quickly.
I've had a job for 18 months now.

The wage is alright
and the rota's flexible.

I deal with the public,
and prospects are good.

I'm a "cappy."

There are two ways
to describe a cappy.

People outside the trade call us...

..fucking junkies...

..who demand money
for not damaging your car.

We aren't all junkies!

I prefer another definition...

..uninsured social workers,
who accept people's generosity...

for kindly assisting in parking,
and then protecting the vehicle.

Although the people we protect it from
are ... ourselves.

The cappy's life is complicated by
a peculiar set of rules.

Everything I know
came from one of the best.

Mateo.

A special guy,
a classical ballet dancer...

..until he met the smack.

His alias was
"The palm tree Baryshnikov".

I never saw another cappy work
with such passion and elegance.

But smack is unforgiving.

He knew everything
about the life of a cappy.

Best client...

..young posh girl .. and nice car.

Don't talk to client that looks tough.

Wait close, and when he looks,
see his reaction.

You get patch from...

..experience ... waking early
and ... determination.

Territory limited to one straight...

..so handy if it's long!

Hide your drugs mate!
In case police pass when you work!

When I was ready he set me free...

..disappearing with a
pirouette to double salto.

Mateo,
our darling dancing druggie.

I'll never forget him.

I studied the city's geography
in great detail...

..its transport network, working times,
parking areas...

.. and wealth distribution ...
all to select a workplace.

I tried out various accents,
attempting to meet the clients' needs.

(small talk in silly accents)

Finally, I chose a weird accent
between Moroccan and Romanian.

For one euro please.

Then the final touch...

..a facial gesture
to facilitate respect from clients...

..a boxer's eye!

People's fear is inversely proportional
to the age of their car.

Most pay without protest...

..cash ... cigarettes ... condoms...

..or a wall clock from 1932!

I know my father wouldn't approve.

What a twat.

But it's temporary,
and friends do worse.

How you doin?

Hand-job or blowie?

Hand 20 ... blowie 100...

..but yours of course.

- Can I touch you?
- Look if you ask me that again...

..I'll fucking beat you,
do you get me?

Just the bare necessities.

Can I cum on you?

In the shoe.

After work I enjoy an isotonic drink,
and I reflect on how the day went.

No rushed driver without cash
to give me a blank cheque?

I'll do the same as every evening.

Nothing.

Listen man,
you dunno what you're getting into.

Dude, I want my bit!

Gimme my bit!
You know there's no mates' rates!

Negro, hang on...

Man, you know what! Fuck you!

This is Lefty.

He's the first guy I met when I arrived,
loaded with my books and illusions.

Dude!

Want some great sensimelia?

If there really is a god...

..he specifically crafted Lefty
to sell drugs.

Sly as a snake...

..the charisma of a chamaeleon...

..the perfect dealer.

He could sell posh university students
oregano instead of grass.

The laughing precedes
an incredible soaring rush...

..amazing!
It's really good

50 Euros.

Or bad stuff
to the cheapest cappy.

It's good man...
..I mean, good, good, good.

What's up Negro...
..how was the day?

As usual, fucking crisis man.

Fuck all.

Today i had...
..the best lay ever.

I haven't finished, eh.

A face like fucking Ronaldinho.

That's nasty, man.

But not one, nor two nor three...
..but three times

Well, and they were bang on?

Yeah, amazing man.

A really good ride.

Makes sense though...

Why's that?

Cos she's ugly.

- And?
- Of course!

Cos ugly chicks fuck better dude.

What's that got to do with it?

I've had some stunners who
were great in bed.

Yeah sure, experience helps...

But dude, ugliness! And fear, man!

Fear!
It's the strongest thing in the world.

Fear? What fear?

What fear!

Well fear of, well look...

The more ugly a girl is,
and the more she knows it...

..then she knows there's
small chance of it happening again.

Know what I mean?

In a club even an average chick
knows she can get some action.

That's obvious right.

But them!

The ugly ones know it's just you
and anyone else they fool.

She's gonna... go crazy man.

It's not that
she wont get many chances,

but maybe it's the last!
Know what I mean?

That's fact man,
no fucking urban legend.

True man.

That's why my best blowie ever
was off that forty year old junky, no?

Not because she was ugly.

Why then?

She had no teeth, right?

True.

Whassup boys!

This guy's called Sentry.

Sentry was always a sick kid.

I don't mean asthma or flu...

He was diagnosed
kleptomaniac aged eight.

Over time it became a profession.

Combining illnesses causes problems,

especially if they are kleptomania...

..and narcolepsy.

They weren't always sweet dreams.

He's been in prison three times.

His lawyer said
the third would be the last.

But that's just him!
He can't stop.

Doesn't matter if it's
a limousine or a vicar's car.

It's not his fault.

- Hey Sentry!
- What?

Who's the better ride,
nice chicks or ugly ones?

Hookers!

But ... nice ones or ugly ones?

Romanians!

Every day is identical.

Hours slipping us by,

like the TV ads we're forced to watch
before our favourite show starts.

I go home late, lying,
promising myself I'll take life seriously,

that I'm growing up. But who am I fooling?

I'll keep sitting,
waiting for a stroke of luck.

Sooner or later, it must be my turn.

"Luck is never forgotten"