Blood and Sand
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- 1941
- 125 min
- 238 Views
- [Woman]Juanillo?
- Yes, Mother?
- Go to sleep.
- Yes, Mother.
- [Chattering, Laughing]
- ##[Flamenco]
[Applause]
- ##[Ends]
- [Applause]
##[Resumes]
[Speaking Spanish]
- Thank you. Thank you, amigos.
- The miracles you performed this afternoon
I, Curro, tell you
you didn't need your sword.
You killed that bull with your cape.
[Laughing] Curro, these women
kill more often than the bulls.
[Laughing]
- Garabato, where did you get this scar?
- Oh, this one?
- I got that in, uh in Bilbao.
- [Spanish]
Tell me something. Is it true your body
is covered all over like a map?
Well, gachi, during the 19 years
I've exercised my profession...
I've killed 2,912 bulls...
[Chattering]
And I've been gored 67 times.
With my hand on my heart, I, Curro...
declare all nations of the Earth should
come and admire toreros like Garabato.
They may have ships,
they may have gold...
but they have no man like this.
I, Curro, tell you this man...
is greater than Frascuelo
or Mazzantini or Lagartijo!
Oh, come now, Curro.
Not greater than Lagartijo.
Yes! By the life of the blue dove,
even greater than Lagartijo.
- But not greater than Gallardo!
- [Man] The boy's right.
- Gallardo was a great killer of bulls.
- You mean a butcher.
He belonged to the slaughterhouse,
not to the bull ring.
- I spit in your milk!
- With his cape and muleta,
Gallardo was phenomenal.
Ah, no. Garabato is
the best bullfighter in the world.
- Gallardo was the greatest torero of all time!
- Torero?
Who called that perro a torero?
I knew that mamarracho.
I was there the day he was killed.
He trembled like a leaf.
- He had cats in his belly.
- [Woman Screams]
[Screaming, Shouting]
## [Guitar]
## [Singing, Indistinct]
##[Guitar]
##[Man Vocalizing]
[Chattering In Spanish]
## [Singing In Spanish]
##[Continues In Distance]
Seor Toro.
Aj, toro! Aj! :
Toro!: Toro! Aj! Aj!
Aj, toro! Aj! Aj!
Aj! Toro! Aj!
[Spanish]
: Toro! : Toro! Aj, toro. Aj.
Aj. :
Toro!Aj. Aj, toro!
[Gasps]
Aj! Aj!
Ol! Ol! Superb!
Juanillo! Come here, you rascal!
[Spanish]
- Are you hurt?
- No!
- It was only a caress, nothing more.
- [Spanish]
And this time I mean it.
Trespassing.
Spoiling our best bulls.
Criminal entry.
Tonight you can sleep in the barn,
but tomorrow morning...
I'm going to turn you over
to the police.
Tell me, muchacho, how did you feel
when you were fighting that bull?
Sort of gay. Very gay.
That's the way I always feel
when I fight a bull.
Where did you learn that cape work?
He's been coming here like this
ever since he was that high.
- More of a pest than the fly
that plagued the cattle.
- You weren't afraid?
Afraid? Excelencia, I was born under
a good shadow with a cape in my hands.
- That bicho couldn't hurt me.
- Bicho?
Do you know that animal's a Miura?
They're only like any others.
My father killed scores of Miura bulls.
The boy's name is Gallardo.
Gallardo.
So, that's where you got it.
- You knew my father?
- Quite well.
- Was he a good torero?
- One of the best.
- Ah.
- I was there at Cordoba...
the day your father was killed
by a Miura bull...
probably the great-grandfather of the bull
that almost killed you a while ago.
There's always been a great feud between
the Gallardo men and the Miura bulls.
They've been killing each other
for generations.
My father said
that's what they're made for.
When I get to be a matador,
my first formal bull will be a Miura.
Excelencia, someday,
I'll make the church bells ring.
There, now. When they hang you,
at least you'll be dressed properly.
- Gracias, seor.
- I came here to see bulls.
And instead, I saw a bullfighter...
and I must say he is an original.
Maestro,
I'm your unconditional admirer.
Oh, thank you, excelencia.
Everybody in Spain is the unconditional
admirer of Don Jose Alvarez.
Ah. When you become a matador...
perhaps you'll let me be
your impresario.
- My hand on it.
- Be sure I'm fully conscious of the honor.
Good evening.
I'm off, Pedro.
God give you a good night, excelencia.
[Whistling]
: Hola! : Hola!
- Carmencita, I'm sorry to wake you like this.
- You didn't wake me.
- I've been up for hours.
- You have?
You should've seen me fight a big,
enormous bull. The biggest.
I did see you. I was afraid
the bull might kill you.
How many times have I told you?
I can dominate any bull.
- Don't you believe me?
- Yes, but
Listen. I've gotta tell you
before your father gets back.
I didn't come here tonight just to fight a bull.
I wanted to see you and say good-bye.
I'm going to Madrid.
- M-Madrid? When?
- Alone?
- No. The others are going with me.
The whole cuadrilla
Manolo, Sebastian, Luis and Pablo.
- What are you going for?
- You can't be a bullfighter
unless you go to Madrid.
I'm running away.
It's a good thing too. I'm in trouble.
Every polica in town
I killed a man.
Juanillo!
At La Veronica tonight. A great big
fat goat insulted my father's name.
Said he had cats in his belly.
- So I killed him.
- When will you come back from Madrid?
When I'm the greatest torero
in the world.
Then and only then.
- Will you wait for me?
- How long?
How long will you wait?
Forever.
You won't have to wait that long,
I promise you.
When I come back, I'll be rich and famous
with my name in the papers.
And whatever I have, I'll
[Gasps]
And whatever I have,
I'll lay at your feet...
and we'll be married in the church
of San Gil if you're willing.
I'm willing.
- [Door Opens]
- Here comes your father.
- Good-bye, Carmencita.
- Good-bye, Juanillo.
[Chattering]
[Dog Barking]
- Ol, Encarnacion.
- Granuja. Scum!
Mother's looking for you.
You're going to get it.
- Get what, Sister?
- Another broomstick broken over your head.
I don't mind that.
I've even brought my own broomstick.
A fine brother you are. Your mother and
your sister work their hands to the bone...
while you go off to play with bulls.
Not play with them, Encarnacion
fight them.
I wish one of them would kill you.
Then we wouldn't have to feed you anymore.
- The bull that can kill me hasn't been born yet.
- [Scoffs]
- Where did you go last night?
- To practice, Mother.
One doesn't have to practice for death.
You promised you wouldn't
go to the ranch anymore!
You knew I couldn't keep my promise.
Oh.
Aren't you going to beat me?
Where did you steal those clothes?
I didn't steal them.
I got them from Pedro Espinosa.
And who do you suppose I met there?
Don Jose Alvarez.
He saw me fight a bull,
an enormous bull.
He said he was
my unconditional admirer.
He wants to be my manager
when I get to be a matador.
I hope I never see the day.
I've made up my mind.
I'm not gonna starve...
for the rest of my life
on gazpacho and rotten codfish.
And Encarnacion how about her?
How could she get a husband unless
I make money for her dowry? And you
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