Calle Mayor: Juan Antonio Bardem 1956 Page #5

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Nice! This way we save

our ticket money.

And the Cavalry Quartel.

Too bad. If my father were alive

I'd be able to see him from here.

Don't you like it?

I do.

- It's cold.

- At all!

Draw the plan carefully.

We could have the

dining room here, no?

Or your office. You must have

an office, don't you?

I don't know. I must think about it.

Or the drawing room.

Oh, no, no. I had forgotten.

This is for the children.

With drawings on the wall,

and games and toys...

and stars on the ceiling.

We'll have many children,

lots and lots of them...

And here, ourselves.

How many beds? Two?

It's always two in the films.

Do you know why? Because of the

censorship. That's what I was told.

But... I want one. Only one.

Very large.

See? You made me blush now.

You let me talk and talk

but you don't tell me anything.

I talk too much, isn't it?

And I do silly things.

As if I were 16 years old.

Forgive me.

I'm just starting to live now.

And I must love you very,

very much.

Very fast, Juan...

Let's go. Your mother must

be tired of waiting.

Poor mummy.

Look at her! I'm sure she told the

watchman about us.

Poor woman. It's tough to get

old when you're alone.

You know? Mummy has something...

But don't tell her.

That's why I didn't want

her to know about it.

And... To be alone with you.

Do you love me?

Come, let's go.

You never say that you love me, Juan.

And it's nice to hear it.

Be careful.

Watch your steps.

If I fall,

I will die.

What would you do?

Hold me!

How scary!

I told you. Come, let's go.

Juan has drawn a plan.

See it?

Is this the house?

Very pretty, very pretty.

Don't take mummy too seriously.

She's always joking.

- Do you want to go for a snack?

- Very well.

Sweetheart, didn't you have to go

to the dressmaker?

Yes, of course, you're right.

It's for the Circle's ball tomorrow.

Listen... What shall we say if

they announce it?

What?

What else? The wedding.

I'm sure they will stop the orchestra

and announce our wedding.

They always do it.

Let them announce the day we've

been thinking of: the 5th of May.

- Such a long time...

- Yes.

What are you saying? You've been

talking for no more than 15 days.

My Blas and I spent

three years talking.

Please come and help me

urgently. Very serious matter.

Greetings, Juan.

I got scared when

I received it.

Furthermore, I couldn't imagine

what this could be about.

- And now that you know it?

- It doesn't sound that serious.

- You think so?

- Yes. It's simple to fix.

- What can I do?

- Tell the truth.

That would kill her,

destroy her forever.

At the age of 35 it would be the

final blow, the end of Isabel.

- Aren't you sleepy?

- No, it's still early.

We're still going out.

Oh, city folks...

Noctivagous and depraved.

- Well, good night.

- Have a good rest.

- Good night.

- If you leave close the door softly.

I can't have that weight on my

consciousness, do you understand?

Everybody would know it.

People are mean.

They would laugh at her,

make her life miserable.

And living in the same city, I'd meet

her someday and it'd be terrible.

Don't tell her the truth, then.

Get married.

For compassion, no?

Out of pity.

Don't you love her?

I do... I don't know. As one loves

a puppy or a sick child.

I feel sorry for her. She's innocent,

with no one to protect her.

Sometimes I'm glad to see her happy

just because she thinks I love her.

That is so vain!

To marry her out of pitty

could make her happy, but...

But you'd be destroying your life,

your great projects.

I remember that you told me:

To be a section director,

and to marry a rich girl.

- I don't have the right.

- What do you think?

Help me! What should I do?

- I asked for your help!

- That's why I'm here!

Listen. There are two solutions.

One:
to tell the truth.

You save yourself,

she is destroyed.

This frightens you, doesn't it?

You want to live peacefully.

Without remorse.

The other one is not to tell the truth.

She is saved and you destroy yourself.

This also scares you, isn't it?

You want to live happy...

You really think you have a right!

There is another one.

Luis, Baldie and the others...

That's it. They can save me!

One, two, three...

One, two, three...

Waltzes are not good for us.

Let's see how this works...

Pay attention, nanny.

Two steps forward,

One backward...

What do you think, nanny?

Come on, woman. You're

slower than a snail.

Nevermind, I'll take

the book to the ball.

Are you happy?

- Too happy.

- Why? That's not bad.

I think it is.

I believe in compensations.

How can I explain it to you...

Good things and bad things

compensate for one another.

When everything is going well,

suddenly you get a tooth ache.

When everything goes wrong, you

win some money in the lottery.

Did you notice?

I think that God must be in charge

of such things...

- The balance.

- And so?

Right now everything is too

good, too perfect for me.

It scares me that it can end

all of a sudden.

Why? What can happen?

I keep asking the same question.

What can happen?

Nothing! We can't do nothing.

Are you pigs?

This is a prank, right?

And we're pulling it together,

as always, don't you remember?

The one on Don Toms, and the one

on the Latin Professor.

And the one with the actors,

and that one with Doa Pura.

So what? Conclude.

I'm just saying we've always agreed

on these. Why shouldn't we now?

- Because not, you idiot.

- You are hysterical.

What's this all about? We had such

a fine cards game going on.

The big baby here is afraid that

that the corny girl may cry.

But we're going to kill her!

But this is such an old prank.

If this were the first time...

Besides, bachelorettes don't die.

That's why they are bachelorettes.

Just say yes.

- I can't keep doing this!

- You'll go till the end.

Come on, man.

This is almost over.

- Should we tell him?

- Will you?

Say it. Clearly, now.

But what?

Baldie and Luis had thought

of a tremendous ending.

- We were going to surprise you.

- But since you're acting like this...

Come on, say it.

The ball. We stop the orchestra.

And me, as master of ceremonies,

I go up to the stage.

Then the orchestra plays a chord.

I ask for silence and I

announce your wedding.

And then I jump and start

punching you.

Friendly punches, of course,

but they must look real.

- Get it?

- Yes.

Then I say that you can't

get married because

you've been engaged with one of my

cousins from Logroo for three years.

You hear it...

You stand beside her, and I say

I'll kill you if you go with Isabel.

He slaps you...

And a grand finale,

a grand finale!

What talent, Baldie!

See, Federico?

Everything is planned.

This way you won't have to say it

was all a lie, and I don't lose my face.

You'll be known as a rascal.

Not too bad, like a Don Juan.

And her?

She? She will suffer, but not as much

as with the truth.

For an impossible love!

Tricked by a vile seducer.

It is romantic! Good for

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