Blood and Sand Page #4

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[Chattering]

[Chattering Stops]

Now I'm ready for the grave.

I've just come

from the drawing of the bulls.

We've got something on our hands

this afternoon.

We've drawn a couple of

the meanest-looking beasts I've ever seen.

- Sluggish, treacherous

- What difference? A bull's a bull.

They're all alike to Juanillo.

All safe.

Senor Lopez, have you ever

faced a bull in the ring?

- Well, not exactly.

- There is no such thing as a safe bull.

And these two are monsters

with lightning in their horns.

I'm a humble man with no education,

and my life isn't worth very much.

But you, maestro

The cow hasn't been born yet that can

give birth to the bull that can hurt me.

Ol! Ol!

That's what I say. You either dominate

the bull, or the bull dominates you.

- Now, then

- [Spanish]

I will not listen

to your ignorance and folly...

which incapacitates you for any

further views in relation to bulls.

And I think it would be well

if you were all to go now...

and give Juan a few minutes' rest

before his ordeal.

Caballeros, Nacional's right.

We'd better be going.

- [Chattering]

- Good luck, senor.

Gracias.

[Spanish]

- [Door Closes]

- Parasites.

Most of them come here to get a free ticket

to the corrida or to borrow money.

They'll be the first to turn against you

the moment you have any bad luck.

[Spanish]

Wait for me in the carriage.

It's all ignorance and superstition...

from not knowing

how to read or write.

[Door Opens, Closes]

Hot, isn't it?

One always sweats the big drop

on the morning of an afternoon.

They used to crowd into my dressing room,

too, when I was dressing...

like a wake before one's dead.

Garabato.

I wouldn't admit this

to anyone else in the world...

but always when I'm dressing like this...

there's a feel of rust in my throat.

The taste of death.

Fear.

But it's gone

when I step into the arena.

The minute I hear the music,

the yell of the crowd, it's all right again.

Chiquillo.

- How do you feel?

- Good as bread.

- And you?

- Oh, I wish it were this time tomorrow.

You've gotta learn not to worry.

Please let me worry just a little bit.

Makes me feel better.

You wouldn't worry if you'd heard

what Curro just said about me.

"At last, Sevilla has a matador,"

he said.

My jacket.

"The greatest matador in history,"

he said.

I've kept my promise, haven't I?

My montera.

He said I was

the first man of the world.

That makes you the first lady.

Well, how do I look?

Like a king.

Or a little boy

all dressed up for a party.

Somehow, I feel this is gonna be

a great afternoon.

I wish you were

gonna be there with me.

I'm always with you, Juan.

Carmen, what do you do with yourself

when I'm in the ring?

I pray to La Macarena every second...

and every second is an hour.

When the sun begins to go down,

l-I look up the street, and there's no Juan.

My heart stops beating.

But then I hear cheers and I see

people running and I know it's Juan

Juan coming home and my heart

starts beating again like a drum.

You're the only true one in the world.

Now, go.

[Door Closes]

[Praying, Indistinct]

- [Door Opens]

- [Chattering]

And here, mon ami,

is where the espadas come...

to offer their devotions

and seek protection of the saints.

Does it save them

from being gored by the bulls?

Sometimes.

There's no guarantee,

not even from the saints.

Who is that?

I don't know. A new one.

##[Brass Band]

[Indistinct]

Every ticket has been sold.

##[Continues]

##[Fanfare]

You're lucky to be here this afternoon.

You'll see history made.

From now on,

the calendar of the bull ring...

will be figured as B.G. And A.G.

Before Gallardo and After Gallardo.

I, Curro, say it.

I see she's back from Paris.

- Who is she?

- Dona Sol de Miura.

What I could tell you about that one

would fill a whole book several books.

If this is death in the afternoon...

she is death in the evening.

[Crowd Cheering]

I promise that this afternoon you'll see

something extraordinary and unforgettable.

What is it I'm going to see that's

so extraordinary and unforgettable?

Since you've been away,

a new star has arisen.

His name is Juan Gallardo.

[Applause Continues]

## [Fanfare]

[Cheering]

[Shouting]

Charges straight. Favors the left horn.

- [Crowd] Ol!

- Toro.

Ol!

Ol!

Ol!

: Toro!

Ol! Ol!

Ol!

Ol!

Ol!

Ol!

Ol!

Ol!

- Ol!

- :
Toro!

Ol! Ol! Ol!

Ol! Ol!

Ol!

Oh, you were magnificent.

[Crowd]

Ol!

Ol!

##[Fanfare]

[Cheering]

I dedicate the death of this noble bull...

to the beauty of the women of Spain.

Ol! Ol!

Ol!

Ol!

Ol!

- [Cheering]

- Ol! Ol!

##[Brass Band]

- [Screams]

- I tell you, he's the greatest of the great!

The first man of the world!

[Chattering]

The other side of the curtain.

Well, at least the poor beast

didn't die in vain.

Hunger. Hunger!

I tell you, I'm finished.

I'm through with this rotten business.

I swear to you, this is my last season.

I dedicate the death of this noble bull...

to the beauty of

Ah.

Ah, Carmen.

Oh, wherewhere are the newspapers?

I'll get them and read them to you personally.

They were wonderful, dear.

All Sevilla is ringing

with your name this morning...

and it's my name too.

Now, come here, now. There.

Who did you

dedicate the bull to yesterday?

- Oh, some gachi.

- Who?

I don't know what her name was.

I never saw her before.

- Then why did you dedicate it?

- She was with a party of swells...

and it pays to keep in

with people of that kind.

- She threw me some flowers.

- I hate her.

Was she pretty?

Mmm, not bad.

Prettier than me?

That's impossible.

Then I don't hate her anymore.

Still, she, uh she wasn't so bad.

- Blue eyes and, uh

- I don't like her.

- But too skinny.

- I guess she's all right.

Come on, now. Eat your breakfast.

Do you know you came home last night

without your montera?

- Did I?

- Mm-hmm. What became of it?

I don't know.

I must've left it somewhere.

Come in.

- A messenger just brought

this note for el matador.

- Thank you.

- Will you read it for me?

- Mm-hmm.

- Who's it from?

- Well, there's no signature,

but... it's from a woman.

Oh, well, then tear it up.

Oh. It's from the woman

you dedicated the bull to.

What's it say?

"Senor Juan Gallardo, thank you for

dedicating the first bull to me yesterday.

"If you want back the montera

you threw me...

"you may have it by calling for it

tonight at 8:
00.

The address is Number Four,

Plaza de Alfaro."

- Your montera.

- Oh, yes.

Oh, yes, it all comes back to me now.

I threw the gachi my hat,

and she refused to part with it.

She seems willing now.

Well, if she thinks I'm gonna call for it,

she'll grow old waiting.

Oh. Why shouldn't you call for it?

She must be somebody of great importance

if she lives at the Plaza de Alfaro.

Number Four.

That's where the Marques de Miura lives.

She must be his niece.

What does she look like?

I don't remember. Just a woman.

Well, if she's just a woman,

why don't you wanna go?

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