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I don't wanna see you for the rest of your life

on your knees scrubbing floors.

That's what your father said too.

And here I am...

on my knees.

[Chuckles]

Oh, you.

You're your father come back

to plague me again.

He died once,

and I died a thousand times.

Every time he went into the ring.

And now you

you want me to die

a thousand times more.

Madre, I've hurt you a lot...

and maybe I'll hurt you some more.

If I do, please forgive me.

And maybe someday

you'll be proud of me.

Oh!

Good-bye, Madrecita.

- Come on. You turn too quick.

- He's no good today.

Come on. Just a little more speed

there in your run.

- He has no grace.

- Hola, amigos.

- We got something.

- Yeah, a surprise.

- I got it.

- Come over here.

- You'd never guess what it is.

- What is it?

- A surprise.

- A horse!

Yes. I got to thinking.

Madrid's 600 kilometers from here.

- I found the horse standing

near the road, and I thought

- Good idea, Manolo.

- Wait. That's my horse.

- Who's the leader of this cuadrilla?

You may call yourself the leader,

but I'm going to ride the horse.

How's it going to look for a matador to walk

while one of his men rides a horse?

I'm going to be a matador too.

We might as well agree on one thing

before we start.

There's only one matador in this cuadrilla,

and his name is Juan Gallardo.

- Sebastian, are you with me?

- Always.

- Potaje?

- I follow.

- Pablo?

- Me too.

- Manolo?

- I'm coming along, all right, but I ride.

There's only one way

to settle a matter like this.

[All Shouting In Spanish]

## [Singing In Spanish]

## [Whistling]

## [Singing Continues]

## [Whistling]

- We'll never make it.

- We'll make it.

- Not by walking.

- [Train Whistle Blowing]

Who said anything about walking?

You men stay here.

What are you gonna do?

- Stop the train.

- How are you gonna stop it?

Have you ever seen a bull

stop a train?

- Yes, but you're not a bull.

- I can stop a bull, so I can stop a train.

[Whistle Blowing]

[Whistle Blowing]

- God give you a good evening, Senor Engineer.

- What?

We're on our way

to the corrida in Madrid.

Mi capitn,

we've come all the way from Sevilla.

We've walked 500 kilometers

already, excelencia.

All right, you whelps of hell.

Get aboard.

Come on, muchachos!

Compaeros, you may do as you please.

But as for me, I'm through.

We're doomed, all of us,

because we haven't got an education.

For 10 years now, we've been risking

our necks in a hundred arenas.

And where are we?

Just where we started from.

How much better it would've been if we'd

joined up with the Workman's Federation...

and served our class.

Or at least joined the national militia

and served our country.

As it is, whom have we served?

Nobody, not even ourselves.

One of us hasn't done so badly

for himself.

Eh, Juanillo?

- I can't complain, Manolo.

- I can.

- My pockets are empty.

- You don't make as much as I do.

Your pockets are bulging

with pesetas right now.

Four thousand. Not a bad season.

And someday I'll make twice that much

in one afternoon.

[Whistle Blowing]

Look! Look my picture!

- [Voices Overlapping]

- Now, that's recognition.

There's something under it.

What does it say?

Huh? Oh.

- Hey, you! I mean you! Come here!

- [Spanish]

- Come on. Come on.

- Come on!

- Good morning, seores.

- Can you read?

- Yes, thank you.

- Good. Read this.

Right there.

- Well, come on. Come on. Read it.

- Let's hear it.

Seores, this is an article

by the great critic Curro.

In it, he he praises the merits

of various novilleros...

including Juan Gallardo.

- That's me!

- That's him!

[Juan]

What does it say?

[Man]

Let's hear it. Come on.

Easily the most promising of the season's

newcomers is Juan Gallardo.

His work in the ring is...

classic, pure and perfect.

I declare that nothing like it

has been seen...

from Fuentes, Garabato

or from anybody else.

It will not be long before all Spain

rings with his praise...

and Sevilla

should be proud of its son...

whose name will one day

cover it with, uh

with undying glory.

- Thank you, amigo.

- The sun comes alas from behind the clouds.

- I tell ya, praise from Curro spells contracts.

- The beginning of history!

- It's only one man's opinion.

- One man's, yes.

But when that one man

happens to be Curro

Sevilla. Sevilla.

Sevilla.

##[Marching Band]

- [Cheering, Shouting]

- Look! Look!

You'll have to make a speech.

- What'll I say?

- Whatever comes to you.

Juanillo! Juanillo!

: Madrecita!

Nacional, that package.

Huh?

- Madrecita.

- Oh!

For you, Madrecita.

Oh. Oh, Juanillo.

##[Flamenco]

Look at Juan over there.

We do all the work, he takes all the bows.

One of these days,

I'm going out on my own.

- When?

- As soon as I get together a good cuadrilla.

Men like yourselves.

I could use you all.

I'll pay you twice what he does.

What do you say, huh?

I am not interested.

I am through with bullfighting.

It's the most

reactionary of professions.

I renounce it here and now.

Someday,

the people will renounce it too.

- What about you two?

- First time I ever met Juan Gallardo, we fought.

I was much bigger than Juan,

but he bit off part of my ear...

and part of my heart went with it.

I love the man.

I'll work for no other.

- How about you?

- Me too.

## [Singing In Spanish]

- ## [Ends]

- [Cheering]

##[Resumes]

Well, now, here are

the two longest faces in Andaluca.

What's the matter?

Aren't you enjoying yourselves?

Encarnacion, what's wrong?

Antonio Lopez, you tell me.

Your sister and I have been engaged now

for four years.

Each year, we've been planning

to get married.

- And now

- Yes?

Now we should be married.

WellWell, that's all right.

Why don't you get married?

Antonio's been let out

of the saddlery shop.

What'll it take to open

a shop of your own?

I should think about 2,000 pesetas.

You're in business.

You mean

Oh, thank you very much. Thank you.

- It's a wedding present.

- Thank you.

- And I hope it's a boy.

- Yes.

Amigos! Amigos! Step up, everybody.

Come up close.

Amigos, I have an important

announcement to make.

The marriage of my sister Encarnacion

to Antonio Lopez...

which will take place

as soon as possible.

In honor of this great occasion...

I wish to present you with a few gifts

that I brought you from Madrid.

- Lorenzo Rodriguez. Angelina Marcos.

- [Woman Shouts In Spanish]

Carlos.

Mateo.

Elena. Fernando.

Enrique.

No, no. Not that one.

Who's this one for, Juanillo?

It's a secret. It's for someone

who isn't here just now.

[All Clamoring]

Hermano.

Excuse me, but things have been going

rather badly with me lately.

- I thought maybe you could help a little.

- Garabato.

Yes, I regret to say I am still alive.

But I thought you'd retired and gone

to the country and bought a ranch.

[Chuckles]

Oh, no, no.

No, I left the ring just as I came into it

without a peseta.

Oh, thank you so much.

Oh, thank you. This will

Oh! Juan Gallardo!

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