Calle Mayor: Juan Antonio Bardem 1956 Page #7

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In this exact chair. Like this.

But that was before. Today I will

dance all night with Juan.

No. You won't be dancing

with Juan or anybody else.

Isabel, you must not come here

tonight. You can't.

Don't interrupt me, please.

Let me carry on.

Don't talk now.

Listen to me.

It's all a lie.

The ball, Juan's love,

everything is a lie, Isabel.

All lies. A prank by casino boys.

For what? Nothing! To make fun

of whoever, of a spinster.

Of you.

To become your fianc, to make

you think of marriage and a date,

and expose everything tonight

and laugh about it.

That was Juan's task.

Isabel, don't hate him.

He's not the only one to blame.

There are other things:

Main Street, friends...

I don't know... the town,

the whole town.

Isabel, you must forgive me.

Someone had to tell the truth.

Juan couldn't do it.

Isabel, are you listening?

Don't stay here, run away.

Escape, run out of here,

come to Madrid.

I can accompany you,

I'm leaving now.

You must know someone there.

A friend, a relative...

Go with them, or i'll take

you with mine.

But go, Isabel, go.

Don't let them laugh.

Isabel. Shall I walk you home?

Are you feeling well?

Isabel, are you feeling well?

Try to think of what I told you.

I'll be at the station.

Are you listening?

Are you listening to me, Isabel?

At the station.

Where to?

Where to?

Where to, Seorita?

But where to?

Please, Seorita!

Tell me where to.

But where?

Isabel! Finally.

Let's go!

Isabel, don't you want to run away?

Isabel! You must live!

You must live!

Isabel! You must live!

You must live, Isabel!

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