Fiesta Page #3

Mario and his bullfighting.

-Mario this. Mario--

-Darling, it`s only natural. He`s my twin.

I know that, but I`m marrying you.

AII of you, but only you.

I Iike Mario. He`s a wonderful guy.

He`II be the best brother-in-Iaw

I ever had in my Iife.

But there`s one thing

I want you to understand.

After we married, you`re not gonna take

an aspirin every time he has a headache.

[LAUGHING]

Yes, Pepe.

AII right, now about us.

I received an offer

from the Institute of Research of New York.

-We`re gonna have to Iive there for a year.

-Darling, that`s wonderful.

But there`s something else.

I don`t know when I have to Ieave.

We may not be able to wait months

to get married.

-It might be three weeks.

-Three weeks?.

Maybe Iess time.

It depends on when they need me.

Well, darling, that sounds grand,

New York for a whole year, but--

Well, suppose Mario needs a--

Oh. Mario again.

What, darling?.

The only time you seem to be happy

is when you`re doing something for Mario.

Pepe, wait a moment. I`m sorry.

AII right.

Will you Ieave on short notice

if we have to?.

Any time you say.

Pepe.

-It`s good to see you.

-Thank you.

-Hello, maestro, you`re Iooking well.

MORALES:
Thank you.

Put it down. Tomorrow is your birthday.

I understand you brought this for me.

Well, not exactly, maestro.

I brought it over to show you.

You always say you can`t understand

what a man sees in my profession.

Well, I wanted you to Iook in and see.

Oh. The Iast time I saw you, Pepe,

you were terribly excited.

You were Iooking

for a very important bug.

-Well, have you found it?.

-Not yet.

Why not?.

Well, for one thing,

we don`t know what it Iooks Iike.

You don`t?.

No.

Did you hear that?. Ha, ha.

He`s Iooking for something he can`t find.

But even if he did find it,

he wouldn`t know what it Iooks Iike.

Now, there--

There is a profession for you.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Bullfighting is easier, huh, maestro?.

That reminds me, where is Mario?.

-Uh....

-Uh....

He chose a fine bull for tomorrow,

a beauty.

He`s got horn this wide

and a red gleam in his eyes...

-...and a neck just Iike a--

-Like a bull, I`m sure.

Where is Mario?.

Well, he`s resting, maestro.

Yes, he wants you to be very proud

of him tomorrow.

If he wants me

to be proud of him tomorrow...

...you better get him away

from those musicians tonight.

You know everything, don`t you, Father?.

No one has ever put over anything

on Maestro, never.

And no one ever will.

I make you responsible

to get your brother home.

Yes, Father.

MORALES:

AII right.

Come on, Pepe.

Hey.

And I make you responsible

to see that she does.

Uh, you mean that she, uh--?.

Trust me, maestro.

I don`t see anything.

Not a thing.

[BAND PLAYING

""MEXICAN HAT DANCE""]

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Now play ""La Bamba,"" muchachos, huh?.

[BAND PLAYING ""LA BAMBA""]

[SINGING ""LA BAMBA"" IN SPANISH]

Don`t forget, Pepe.

Not a word about Contreras

coming here tomorrow.

That`s his birthday present.

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

Only one thought

has been running around in my head.

Yes, I know.

""When will Pepe get here?.

-When will Pepe get here?. ""

-How do you know?.

You think on carbon paper.

Everything comes out in duplicate.

Well, what happened?.

What happened where?.

The music. Senor Contreras.

Oh, uh, the music. Uh....

-The manuscript with the Iittle notes on it?.

-Yes.

I delivered them.

What did he say?.

He, uh--

Didn`t he play any of it, Pepe?.

-Yes, but--

-He didn`t say anything, though.

Oh.

Which part did he play, Pepe?.

Uh....

-I don`t know. I was in the other room.

-Yes, but you heard him, didn`t you?.

Oh, come on.

Try to remember, Pepe.

Did he play this?.

[PLAYING PIANO]

-I don`t know, Mario. Don`t worry about it.

-Maybe it was this.

Listen.

[PLAYING PIANO]

Didn`t he Iike that?.

Darling, how can Pepe remember?.

Maybe it wasn`t your music

that the maestro played.

You don`t think you`re the only one

sending Contreras music?.

He receives manuscripts

from hundreds of people.

Yes, I know. I know.

Listen, Pepe. Listen to this.

If he played this,

you will remember, I`m sure.

[PLAYING PIANO]

Yes, he played that. I remember.

And he didn`t say anything?.

I don`t know. I was in the other room.

Now, Mario, what do you expect?.

You think Senor Contreras

would Ieave his work...

...and come down here

to see you personally?.

As a surprise birthday present

or something?.

Oh, no. Of course not. I--

-I was just hoping that--

MAN:
Cheer up, Mario.

You`ve important things to think about.

Tomorrow, you fight an exhibition

for Barrios.

Come. To Mario:

the son of a great matador,

who will follow in his father`s footsteps.

To your heart`s desire, Mario.

The Iady drinks to herself.

-Oh, no. I didn`t mean--

MARIO:
I know.

I know what you meant, my darling.

Thank you.

I drink to you.

Senor, the visitor has arrived.

It`s about time.

I thought he would never get here.

Mario...

...get ready. Barrios is here.

[BAND PLAYING LATIN MUSIC]

-Senor Morales?.

MORALES:
Yes.

Oh, what a happy moment.

Excuse me. I must praise you.

You know, when I--

But you are much older than I expected.

Oh, no, no. It`s not true. Don`t believe it.

Appearance has nothing to do

with the age.

You are as young as your creation.

And that is alive with the spirit of youth.

With the spirit of Mexico.

I`m at a Ioss, Senor....

Contreras.

Maximino Contreras.

I`m the Director of the Modern Conservatory

of Music.

An honor, Senor Contreras.

-Won`t you sit down.

-Thank you.

But what have I to do

with the Modern Conservatory?.

Oh. Such modesty.

But I`m not surprised.

I know your kind of people.

I came to make you an offer.

I want to take you with me

to Mexico City...

...so that you can study music

under my personal supervision.

I think that much of your music.

You have made a mistake, senor.

You must have come to see Mario,

Don Antonio`s son.

Well, you are a fortunate man

to have such a talented son.

Would you be so kind

to tell him to get ready?.

I`m sorry. But at the moment,

he`s not available.

But you mean--

-He`s not here?.

-He`s here.

But I can`t permit him to be distracted

by anything at the moment.

In a few minutes,

he`s going to fight in the bullring.

What?. This young composer?.

And you`d risk the Iife of that boy

in a bullfight?.

Senor, I demand

that you stop it immediately.

You demand?.

You seem to forget that this is my house

and my son.

Why don`t you bring your son here?.

Let him decide.

PIease, senor, try to understand.

His appearance this afternoon...

...it was arranged Iong in advance.

He`II be in no danger...

...unless he is distracted beforehand

by you.

Oh, no. You can`t make me responsible.

When can I see him?.

I have to go back to Mexico City.

I`m conducting tonight.

My son will return your courtesy.

He`II visit you

at the earliest possible moment.

AII right. Then tomorrow.

Si, senor. Tomorrow. Without fail.

Here is my card...

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