Blood and Sand Page #6

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his interest in you too...

especially now that I see

how beautiful you are.

Thank you.

Perhaps it's my fault.

Perhaps if I were more beautiful...

better educated

and of a better family.

I know of your family. Your father works

for my uncle on the ranch, I believe.

Yes, he's the overseer there.

All my life I've heard about you.

What have you heard?

- Shall I be frank?

- Please do.

I've heard that you've

been all over the world...

that you speak many languages...

and that you've known

a great many men.

Go on.

I've never been out of Andaluca...

I speak only one language...

and I've had only one man.

Maybe that's why

I want so much to keep him.

Tell me,

have you discussed this with Juan?

- No.

- Why not?

It would hurt him.

Just a minute, please.

- [Clicks Heels]

- Aj, toro!

##[Dona Sol Singing In Spanish]

##[Singing Continues]

[Door Closes]

[Coughing]

Garabato!

Garabato!

Oh, good morning, Madrecita.

Good afternoon, my son.

- Where's Garabato?

- He's gone.

- Gone?

- You let him go last night.

Don't you remember?

Oh, yes. Yes, we had a row

about something he did.

- What was it?

- He asked for his wages.

You haven't paid him in months.

He had an offer from Manolo de Palma.

Well, that's fine.

I picked him up when he was a beggar.

I took him when nobody else would

have him, and now he leaves me.

Why wasn't he paid?

Why didn't Don Jose attend to it?

I don't know.

The only people who come

to the house these days...

are tradesmen with unpaid bills

shoemakers, tailors, dozens of others.

I don't understand it. The more money

I make, the less I seem to have.

- It melts away before I ever see it.

- Yes.

One can't build on sand.

[Phone Rings]

I'll answer it.

[Door Opens]

- Good afternoon, Juanillo.

- Don Jose.

I've been in the country,

over at the ranch.

There's something

I want to talk over with you.

Well, uh, make yourself comfortable.

How is everything at the ranch?

- I saw Carmen.

- How is she?

It's a great pity that one so young

should be already finished with life.

But that's what happens when you have

only one thing in life and you lose it.

Let's not talk about that.

But we've got to talk about it.

That's what I came here for.

What's the use? She had a right to leave,

and she left. That's all there is to it.

Is it? Did you want her to leave?

No.

Do you still love her?

- Yes.

- And the other one?

That's an entirely different thing.

Juan, listen to me. I've known both of these

women ever since they were children.

I'm sorry for Carmen,

and I pity Dona Sol.

Why should you pity her?

Because there's nothing in the world

that she can hold on to for long. Nothing.

When she was a little girl,

she used to tire of all her toys...

and throw them away

while they were still new.

- Now, my advice to you

- Don Jose, you're my manager...

and I'm willing to take your advice

on matters of business.

But in personal matters,

I don't have to listen to you!

Why don't you leave me alone

and stop interfering with me!

Maybe I don't know how to read

or write, but this I do know

I've made tons of money,

and what's become of it?

I've never had an accounting from you

or that thieving Lopez either.

- From me?

- Senor Lopez.

You've always wanted to be

your brother-in-law's manager.

As far as I'm concerned, you may have

that honor from this moment on.

And I can tell you this:

If you sign any contracts for him,

he'll be taking money under false pretenses.

And here's some bills you'd better pay,

if you can find the money.

Well, now as my manager,

it'll be much easier for you to rob me.

Do you think I'd let my husband

have anything to do with you?

To be a manager, one must have something

to manage! And what are you? Nothing!

- Encarnacion.

- Your moneyYou've spent it, thrown it away!

You haven't even paid

for the house you live in!

And we're not going to live

in it anymore either!

We're not going to get soiled

in the scandal that drove your wife away!

I understand.

They say that when a ship is sinking,

all the rats leave.

Good-bye, rats!

But you're mistaken

if you think I'm sinking.

Well, what are you waiting for?

[Curro's Voice]

Rejoice, ye faithful.

At last, Sevilla has a matador.

The greatest matador of all history.

A saint.

The first man of the world.

The day he was born,

there was salt in the air.

A great quantity of salt.

[Laughing]

Well, what can you expect from a herd...

that, for the most part,

can't read or write?

They enjoy the pleasure

of a tragic emotion...

without the slightest danger

to themselves.

They scream with a lust for blood.

As for the people

who sit in the shade...

at least they can afford it.

But the citizens of the sun,

they pay five pesetas

a whole day's pay,

enough to feed a family

to fry on the sunny side of the ring...

while they watch a few bulls

being butchered a criminal business.

If it's a criminal business, Nacional,

why are you still in it?

The truth of the matter is that Juan Gallardo

owes me practically a year's pay.

As soon as I can collect my back wages...

I'm going to quit

this repulsive trade forever.

I swear this is my last season.

You fool! Stop dousing me

with that stinking stuff!

I only did it to kill the smell

of rum on your breath.

Well, I'll thank you to mind your own business.

I know what you're up to.

- If you're looking for an excuse to quit me, say so.

- Why, I wouldn't quit you.

But it isn't right for you to fill yourself

with rum on the day of a corrida.

You don't have to worry about the bulls

this afternoon. We drew a couple of bravos.

It's not the bulls. It's the crowd.

They're waiting for me with claws.

The crowd is forgetful, Juanillo,

like a woman.

And fickle like a woman,

and cruel like a woman.

- Shut your mouth.

- But this time you can't blame the crowd.

You aren't giving them anything.

Well, I've I've had bad luck.

The bulls have been much bigger.

They only seem bigger because

when you face them, you're afraid.

You were born to very little

like the rest of us...

but one thing you had

that was real and pure

you were a born killer of bulls,

a matador!

She took it away from you.

Now when you face the bull with a sword,

you're drained, empty.

There's nothing left of you but fear.

You have a gun, haven't you?

Why don't you

bring it to the ring with you...

and kill the beast with a bullet?

[Crowd Shouting]

[Gasping, Shouting]

[Crowd Booing]

I've dragged myself...

through the blood and sand...

of a thousand arenas.

In the end...

there's only one thing I regret

I never learned...

to read or write.

I was obliged...

to renounce education...

but I make the whole world responsible...

for my ignorance.

Your cornada was meant for me.

What?

We've always shared everything,

haven't we?

Life is very curious.

There's no remedy.

If it were all to do over

Amigo...

there are some things you can't stop...

not even with a cape.

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