Calle Mayor: Juan Antonio Bardem 1956 Page #2

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- You can't?

Sure, you can go out one day,

but if you do it again...

- What? - People will say that you

are engaged.

- Really?

- Really!

Therefore, you either

are her lover or her boyfriend.

If you're her boyfriend, it's serious.

To get married.

You can always break up, of course.

Baldie does it very well.

- And if you have a lover?

- It's difficult.

Because girls are decent...

Not that. It's just that if she's your

lover everyone gets to know it.

That's why they are very careful.

Because then if they don't catch

an outsider...

Hey, you! Come here.

I'll pay another round.

- Must we go with them?

- Sure, they're terrific guys.

You're impossible. Tonight we're

going to the Old Quarter.

- Is it pretty?

- This is not about tourism.

- Oh, I see.

- We'll go to a bombastic place.

Pepita's Caf!

Don't be stupid. He's

destroying the pianola.

No one can make

a fool of me, Pepita.

You're a sweetheart.

What a pain in the neck!

Come, boy.

Let's call your friend.

Leave me, baby.

Come here, don't go.

What's going on here? This can

make anyone go insane.

We're finished with this drunkard.

Don Luciano, Tonia.

- Come here, boy.

- Leave me.

What's the matter with you?

I want to go home.

- What about the newspaper?

- Right, the newspaper is my home.

Come, we're going.

Tell Baldie and the others.

- Will I see you tomorrow?

- How should I know?

I'm going with them.

Come on, stay.

It's Saturday.

No. My wife gets really annoying.

Luis! Want to take my seat?

I'll take care of it.

- So you're staying...

- Yes...

My wife knows that I have a job.

- Bye, pretty face.

- Bye.

- Coming or what?

- Yes, sir.

- Tomorrow, as usual.

- As usual.

Let's go.

- What about Federico?

- I don't know.

- Wasn't he with you?

- He's been waiting for half an hour.

- Why didn't you stay?

- Just because.

- Pretty, isn't it?

- Yes.

What are they doing?

It's a local tradition.

There's a saint's image,

and when people pass here

they leave a few coins.

Like an expiation, I think.

Or just in case, no?

Federico and me

are going that way.

See you tomorrow.

I'll see you on the way out, no?

- Yes.

- Goodbye, goodbye.

Bye.

The public works engineer

and his wife.

The Alcalde's nieces.

- Don't you play Lotto?

- No.

I play ten every week.

He's from the bank.

- Getting bored?

- No, no.

- There is paella today.

- What?

At the Lodge, I mean.

- Want the newspaper?

- No.

Pastry. Everyone buys pastry

on Sundays.

And hojaldres, made by the nuns.

Look, she's great. She's the

notary's daughter, and she's rich.

Don't you greet her? We met her

yesterday on Main Street.

- Isabel.

- Oh, yes.

Luis is right.

She's been around for too long.

That one will be a

bachelorette forever.

No musical companies

ever come here.

Bye. One of those three priests

lives in our lodge.

Goodbye, Luisito.

She's his cousin.

A good catch.

Shall we?

You must eat fast.

You don't want to miss the train.

- Did you pack?

- Yes.

See this? Just one moment ago

the place was packed.

It's always like this

on Sundays.

All of a sudden,

it gets completely empty.

Goodbye.

He's a strange guy. He's a local

but he's always alone.

Do you think

Real Madrid will win?

There's no one around.

Silence, you would say.

Sometimes I remember

one poem or another.

Whose is this?

Sunday, silence. The silence of

three o'clock in the afternoon.

- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon.

I came to wish

my friend a good trip.

The writer? He's very nice.

I didn't come here for no one.

I come here often.

Just because.

I like to watch the trains.

If you're staying...

Goodbye.

Oh, no. I don't want to

reach home late.

We'll go together,

if you don't mind.

Don't bother. Someone must

be waiting for you.

No. And even if there was...

Let's go.

Well, charmed

- Careful.

- Thanks.

- I haven't seen it.

- It's beautiful.

But I'm very sentimental.

All romantic films delight me.

Especially the American ones.

Why? Are men more

handsome?

Not that. It's the houses. Have you

seen the kitchens they have?

White, clean and stupendous.

Why do you laugh?

I remembered Federico. He'd

be arguing with you right away.

Telling you that what you see

in American films is false,

that it's a lie.

But it's so pretty,

even if it is a lie.

I understand. That's why people

enjoy flirtatious compliments.

Well, in your case I don't mean

to say that they are a lie.

Nevermind. Don't try to

take it back, it's worse.

- And now? Why do you laugh now?

- Because of you. You blushed.

Me? Maybe.

- It's not cold, is it?

- No.

It's curious that we had never

talked till today.

Yes.

- Do you know the Sols?

- Those parrots?

Forgive me. I'm a rude man.

They're my friends. I have very

few unmarried friends left.

I'm getting old.

Don't say silly things.

What does your boyfriend do?

Why do you ask me that?

Every one knows I don't have one.

I think I'll be single forever.

- No, woman.

- Yes, man. No doubt.

It's not too bad,

except for the children.

- Do you like them?

- Very much.

- And do you enjoy it?

- What?

If you enjoy living in a lodge.

What can I do?

How's it called?

Grand Lodge Castillo.

Oh, Mrs. Obdulia's lodge

Do you know her?

Mother does. She's also

an officer's widow.

When I came I was

for a few days... Goodbye.

...a few days in the Grand Hotel.

Oh, that hotel must be...

goodbye... very expensive.

Yes. And furthermore,

it is not the same.

Yes, of course, it's not the same.

Isabel, would you like us to go...

- Pardon?

- If you want to go for a drink.

Oh, no, thank you very much.

It's very late.

As you wish, but it's not late.

It's just that mother is alone

at home... Goodbye.

But it won't take long.

You're very kind.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Poor girl. I feel sorry for her.

You're a fool. I can't imagine

what she has done to you.

- She exists.

- And takes a walk everyday.

Like all women.

They take strolls when they are

young, but then they get married.

And if they don't?

Then they shut themselves at home

and don't dare to show up.

It's true. In last year's ball

she stuck with my wife and me...

What a dreadful night!

Of course. Who will want

to dance with her?

And who will go for a walk? All girls

of her age are married,

or became nuns or

are working in the kitchen.

But she goes on and on.

And she looks at you

in such a way...

Let's move on, no?

I bet that Isabel will say yes to the

first man who proposes to her.

- Who proposes what?

- To get married.

- Me.

I meant that it's my turn.

That's a relief...

What a great prank!

You just gave me a terrific idea.

Me? Why me?

Out of solidarity

with your friends.

- You're our friend, aren't you?

- He's nobody's friend.

He's from Madrid, of course.

Come, stay quiet.

But of course I'm your friend.

But why me?

Just because.

Don't be an idiot, Can't you see that

Baldie and I are already married?

I'm from here and people

know all about me.

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