Blood and Sand Page #5

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Let's not argue about it.

I'm not going.

- You're not?

- No.

- Oh, I'm glad.

- Glad? A moment ago, you were just saying

As long as you don't want to go,

you can go.

Give me that note.

Now, run and get the papers

and read me the notices.

All right.

- Mmm. What are these?

- Potatoes.

They're so small.

They're good though.

Not as good as gazpacho.

- You ever eat that?

- [Laughter]

- I don't think so.

- I was raised on it.

Really? How is it made?

Well, you take biscuits

and oil and vinegar...

and some, um, onions and garlic...

and you, uh and bread crumbs

and you fry 'em all together in a pan.

Then you throw them all in a pot

gazpacho.

- Sounds lovely.

- You oughta try it sometime.

- I will.

- Dona Sol likes to try everything.

Yeah, me too.

If I were a man, I'd try bullfighting.

There's nothing more exciting.

Oh, this is fine meat. What is it?

- Pheasant.

- I could eat a dozen of'em.

You know, when I retire,

I'm gonna raise pheasants and bulls.

[Laughter]

Senor, may I ask what brand

of perfume you use?

[Sniffing]

I-I forget the name of it,

but it's the most expensive there is.

It's certainly the strongest. But since you

spend most of your time with horses and bulls

I like the smell of horses and bulls.

Well, if, uh, we want to hear Galli,

we'll have to hurry.

Senor Gallardo, I hope you'll join us.

- Where are you going?

- Tito Galli, the Italian tenor,

is a friend of Dona Sol's.

He's giving a concert,

and if you'd care to go

No, thank you. Not me.

I'm afraid I'll have to beg out too.

One of my nasty headaches.

Oh. That's too bad.

- I hope you feel better soon.

- Thank you.

Please explain to Tito.

He'll understand.

I'm sure he will. We all do.

I am so sorry about your headache.

- I'm sure you'll take something for it, won't you?

- Yes, of course.

Well, good night.

- Or is it good-bye?

- Pierre, why do you say that?

In the army,

we learn many signal calls...

including retreat.

- Thank you, Pierre.

- Good-bye.

Good-bye.

If I want you, I'll call.

- How's your headache?

- Better, thank you.

Hmm. Well, I

Please sit down.

I must say, senora,

that's the best meal I've ever eaten.

It's the least I can give you

for an afternoon of great emotion.

You followed your star yesterday.

You were inspired.

Mmm. Who wouldn't be inspired?

I'd seen you.

I wasn't bad, was I?

Would you like to play chess?

No, thanks.

I'm much too comfortable.

Matter of fact,

I don't know how to play chess.

Matter of fact, I'm the most ignorant man

in the world except with bulls.

I'm glad you decided

not to go to the concert.

So am I.

Perhaps we can have

a concert of our own.

- You play something?

- The guitar, a little.

Do you like music?

[Exhales]

Some music, yes.

The first music I remember

was the clanging of the bells...

that hung from the necks of the cabestros

when they led the herd.

And l I loved the singing of the vaqueros

on the ranch of your uncle, the marquis.

I love the music of the gypsies

in the Caf la Veronica.

##[Playing Chords]

Play something.

## [Singing In Spanish]

## [Singing Continues]

[Bell Chiming]

- Juanillo.

- Put it on. Let's see how it looks on you.

- Here.

- Oh, that's beautiful!

Oh, that's too gorgeous for words.

I looked all over Sevilla for it.

I wanted to give you

something especially fine.

But why, dear? What's happened?

Why did you get this for me?

Because, querida,

you're the only true one in the world.

Aj, toro!

If you want to know why he spends

all his time at the Plaza Alfaro...

it's because he has nothing

to keep him at home.

He goes to another woman because

his own woman is nothing. Nothing!

Perhaps if you'd give him

a son or two

- Encarnacion!

- You can say anything you like about me...

but I won't hear one word

against Juan not a word.

If he'd only take my advice.

Where is his gratitude

after all I've done for him?

Just what have you done for him?

- What has he done for me?

- Why, everything.

He set you up in business.

He lets you live in his house.

Who says it's his house?

He and his fine gestures!

Buys a house and doesn't pay for it.

Well, mark my words,

one fine day we'll all be thrown out.

He's no good in the ring anymore.

He's afraid of a scratch!

It might interfere with his evenings.

He neglects you, his family, his friends.

He makes a fool ofhimself.

[Encarnacion]

He's a lazy, drunken, worthless

You rotten little worms.

You aren't fit to mention his name.

You ingrates! Hypocrites! Maggots!

He gave you everything you have!

He supports you and your children!

He shares everything he has, and you

behind his back, you sneer at him and criticize!

You pick at him like vultures!

I can't stand it

in this house any longer.

I'm going away.

No, Carmen, no. You'll stay.

You'll stay with Juan until the end.

The end?

Tell me, on those days

when Juan goes to the ring...

to whom do you pray?

To Our Lady of Hope, La Macarena.

What do you ask La Macarena?

I ask that she watch over our Juan

and keep him safe from any hurt.

So I used to pray for his father.

It was no good.

In the end, it was no good.

The Virgin She's only a woman.

And women can do so little.

Now I pray to a man God

Jesus of great power.

What I ask is something different.

Madre, what do you ask for?

I pray to him to let my son

be gored in the ring.

Not to die, but to be hurt...

so he may cheat the end

which every torero meets.

Yes, that's what I pray for.

And I pray to him

not to send you a son...

for he'll only grow up

to torment you...

and let you die every Sunday afternoon...

just as you are dying now.

[Thinking]

Dear Lady of Good Hope...

please watch over my husband, Juan.

[Woman's Voice]

He'll be safe and sound, my child.

And if you see fit, please put in his heart

a wish to retire from the bull ring.

That, too, when the time comes.

And one thing more, Macarena...

and this is what I really came

to see you about.

I know what it is.

I can read it in your heart.

It's been there a long time,

and you've held it back...

even from me.

Why, I didn't mean to.

Really, I didn't.

It's just that I didn't want to hurt Juan.

But I've got to do something.

I can't go on living like this.

Dear Macarena, help me.

Please help me.

Tell me what to do about that woman.

That woman

- [Clicks Heels]

- Aj, toro!

- [Clicks Heels]

- Aj, toro!

- [Clicks Heels]

- Aj, aj, toro!

That's good. Very good.

Aj, toro!

[Bells Ringing]

Excuse me, Juanillo.

Senora Gallardo to see you.

Have her come in.

I came to see you

on the advice of a friend.

Yes? Please be seated.

Thank you.

Senora Gallardo,

is there anything I can offer you?

Yes. My husband.

Oh?

Please believe me.

I came here in no spirit of rancor.

I'm not here to judge.

I can understand your

being interested in my husband.

He's the first man in Spain,

the greatest in his profession.

- Naturally, all women run after him.

- Naturally.

I can understand

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