Calle Mayor: Juan Antonio Bardem 1956 Page #4

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that you were here,

in the dark...

- Don't turn it on.

- Are you feeling sick?

- No. Leave me alone.

Yes, son, yes. Your friend Luis

asks about you.

- Where is he?

- On the telephone.

Tell him I'm not here.

I'm not home for no one.

I don't like to lie.

Well, lie. Say that I'm not here,

that you haven't seen me.

Yes, son, yes. I'll do it.

Juan...

Juan...

Juan...

Come, Luisito, sideways.

Good, good.

What else do you want? That I beg

on my knees for forgiveness?

It's not necessary to go that far.

Besides, it's our fault, isn't it?

Of course. We shouldn't

have counted on him.

If you want to

take things that way...

Is there any other way?

- What's the problem with him?

- He's giving up.

- Poor boy, he just doesn't have the...

- What?

Want me to go on with the prank?

Very well, let's go on.

Sure, and then he abandons us

again, like yesterday night.

Yes, hiding.

While we made fools of ourselves

saying that he was Isabel's fianc.

- He won't do it, I'm telling you.

- I don't know. Wanna bet?

Do you think I'm an idiot?

Are you trying to annoy me?

Ok, you win.

I bet against all of you...

Whatever you want. You can ask

for permission to go out tonight.

Because tonight we'll

celebrate the hard way.

And it's on me. I'm a

gentleman, you losers.

I'll meet her, tell her that I love her,

and bring you her head if you want.

Got it?

Behave and I'll be back soon.

What's up?

It's the escort that will go with the

Procession. It's just leaving.

Through Main Street, of course.

Listen! Are you this

girl's fianc?

Of course. I'm just going

to pick her up at her place now.

- Give her regards.

- On your behalf.

And I love you...

I love you, don't forget. And I came to

tell you this, to be your fianc,

your husband. Is it true

that you also love me, Isabel?

- Answer me...

- Yes.

Thank you, thank you, Isabel.

I'll wait for you later, on Main Street,

when you are through with this.

- Are you in the congregation?

- No, but I'll join in if you want.

- Goodbye. Goodbye, Isabel.

- Go away.

I'm going, Madam.

God bless you, Mara.

You're full of grace...

- What do you think?

- About what?

The prank about that girl,

Isabel.

I've told you.

- What?

- Disgusting.

- Really?

- Yes, disgusting.

These guys are all a bunch

of monkeys, but you...

What?

Nothing. I thought you

were different.

- Like what?

- More of a man.

More... more complete.

But it's only a prank.

So that we can laugh.

All of you?

I'm not following you.

Will she laugh as well?

Bah, nothing will happen to her.

What do you know?

You disgust me.

Good. Shut up!

Only if I want to.

Tonia, Tonia.

What?

Don't be angry, woman.

You pig.

- Hello

- Hello.

- Let's go?

- Let's go.

It's nanny.

Such a nice man!

Why are you crying?

Where is my veil?

- Going out? - Yes, I want to pray

to the Virgin.

What are you doing?

I'm going to pray with you.

Maybe if we pray together, the Virgin

will know about it sooner.

Oh, nanny. You and your ideas.

Hello! How are you, Isabel?

Oh, what a dress. You look lovely,

and much younger.

- He's your fianc, no?

- Yes.

I'm so happy for you,

poor woman.

- I couldn't believe it.

- Yes, it was difficult.

- Yes, but in the end...

just look!

Well, we'll take your leave.

Goodbye, sweetheart.

- Come eat with us one of these

Sundays! - Goodbye.

Aren't you...

Well, aren't you happy?

I can't stand these people...

they are mean,

They know just what to say

to annoy you.

Isabel! Isabel!

Sweetheart, I'm so happy.

Isn't it, Manuel?

- It's him, right?

- Yes.

- It's a great pleasure.

- Charmed.

What a fine woman you're

taking, smart boy.

Good, decent, clean...

Isn't she, Manuel?

What joy! What joy!

Your mother must be so happy.

She had no other desire but to

get you married.

She kept telling it to us,

isn't it, Manuel?

Well, you know how happy we were.

It wasn't easy, was it?

But it was worth it...

Isn't it, Manuel?

Goodbye, beautiful.

And it's been a pleasure, young man.

They almost look the same age,

isn't it, Manuel?

Don't put on that face,

they say it with no bad intentions.

You're good, Isabel.

You believe everything.

But it's normal. It's our

first day as fiancs.

What do you expect them to say?

I don't care, but I won't listen to it.

Let's go.

Wait, there's no way out.

It's the nuns from my school.

Holy Mother of Christ.

If it isn't Isabel.

- I thought you wouldn't remember

me, Mother. - How could I not?

Don't you remember, Sister?

It's Isabel.

Ah, Isabel. Right, right.

This is... This is my fianc.

We had heard something about it,

but we were waiting for you to come.

You know how much we

care for you.

And the Reverend Mother

would be delighted to see you.

- We'll go. Won't we, Juan?

- Of course.

You'll see how beautiful the altar

for St. Joseph is now.

It's almost finished. Everyone helps,

people are so kind...

- May St. Joseph reward you.

- And may God bless you.

Thank you.

- Sister, let's go.

- Goodbye, Isabel.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

I'll bite the first one who talks to us.

I love you so, Juan!

I love you, Juan. I love you.

- Isabel.

- I love you. I love you.

- Isabel.

- I love you. I love you.

Isabel! Listen!

I love you, Juan, I love you.

I love you so!

Another round of white wine!

He's getting late.

- Who?

- Juan.

Have you forgotten when you

were your Conchita's fianc?

Do you know the plan?

Tell him, Baldie.

We both think that it is best

to do this quickly.

First, Juan must ask for her hand.

And then, to announce the wedding,

we'll throw a party.

We'll use the grand

ball at the Circle.

But that's afterwards.

Better.

And during the Circle's ball, what?

Right... We'll tell the truth

at the ball.

These are the details!

It just crossed my mind...

Go on, I wanna know about it.

More drinks, boy.

It's not prefect yet, but...

Shall we wait for Juan?

Better, no?

Let him be. He's probably saying

goodbye.

- See you tomorrow, Isabel.

- No, don't go.

- It's late.

- Late?

- Juan, Juan, you don't love me.

- I do, woman.

Tell me! Tell me!

- I love you.

- Juan!

Well, now... bye, bye.

Bye, bye. See you tomorrow.

Juan, I love you, I love you.

- See you tomorrow.

- See you tomorrow.

- And Tonia?

- Inside.

Tonia!

Tonia!

What's the matter?

Tonia, please let me

stay here with you.

I need you.

I need to talk to someone.

Well, stay then.

- But don't go.

- Just a moment. I have customers.

Well, what's wrong?

I'm feeling terrible, Tonia.

What will happen?

I want to live in peace, without pain,

without anyone else feeling pain.

That's why I lie sometimes.

She's happy now because I'm lying.

- Keep lying.

- Yes, but till when?

Tell the truth.

The truth? What about her?

- Lie!

- Tonia!

Lie and you'll have to marry her.

But it's only a prank.

Say it.

Say it. Say it is a joke, for you and

your buddies to have a good laugh.

And her?

She's so happy now.

So happy...

Look, the bullfight arena.

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