Fiesta Page #4

...and, senor...

...I make you personally responsible

for the safety of your son.

Until tomorrow, then.

Study under him for two years.

Dedicating songs to a matador,

I suppose.

Oh, no.

In two weeks, my son will be famous

as a bullfighter...

...and they will be dedicating songs

to him.

My friend, Barrios. Ha, ha.

BARRIOS:

Senor Morales, how are you?.

How are you?.

MORALES:
Chato.

BARRIOS:
Chato.

Come. We`ve been waiting for you.

-Come on. Let`s go.

-AII right.

-You see the way he hooks to the Ieft?.

-Mm-hm.

-He turns short. Watch that.

-AII right.

Go now.

[MARIO SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[BOTH SHOUTING IN SPANISH]

[CROWD CHEERING]

Mario, you were wonderful. Wonderful.

-Bravo, Mario.

MARIO:
Thank you.

Congratulations, my son.

I`m very proud of you.

Congratulations, Mario. You will go far.

MARIO:
Thank you. Thank you.

-Bravo, Mario.

Well, what do you think?.

If I dare say it,

he`s almost better than you were.

Why not?. Who taught him?. Ha, ha.

How soon can you use him?.

Hmm, Mexico City?.

Six weeks from next Sunday.

It must be sooner.

Impossible, Antonio.

That is for Mexico City.

-I have contracts.

-Somewhere else, then.

It must be within two weeks.

Father, why somewhere else?.

You always said his first fight

would be in Mexico City.

Shh.

Senor Barrios and I will settle this.

CHATO :
One Iittle bull,

and you can`t take him out of the ring.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Maria, come back here.

Hey, somebody stop her.

She`II be gored.

Don`t say such things.

Maria, get out of this ring.

Maria, Maria.

Next time.

MARIA:

Pepe, it`s all over.

The bull is safe in the toril.

The bull is safe?.

-Life with you is gonna be Iovely.

MARIA:
Ha, ha.

[BAND PLAYING LATIN MUSIC]

[SINGING IN SPANISH]

[CROWD APPLAUDING]

-Mario, how about you dance?.

-No.

-Oh, yes. Come on, Mario.

-No, I can`t.

-Come on.

-Mario, dance.

-Oh, you just wanna be coaxed. Come on.

-Come on.

-Would you Iike to?.

-Well, all right.

AII right.

[BAND SINGING IN SPANISH]

[LAUGHING]

Mario, darling, you were wonderful.

[ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

-What`s the matter, darling?.

-Oh, everything.

Our surprise is ruined.

-Where`s Contreras?.

-I can`t imagine what happened to him.

Maybe he didn`t Iike Mario`s music so much

after all.

Maybe he was just being polite, Pepe.

If I thought that, I`d go to the Conservatory

and pull it down over his head Iike a--

Like a hat that`s too big for him.

Now, come on, darling,

don`t be unhappy tonight.

Antonio, now.

MORALES:
Chato, the Iights.

-Yes, maestro.

[CROWD CHEERING]

[CROWD SINGING IN SPANISH]

Antonio.

Don`t ever Iet anything happen, ever...

...that would take music

out of Mario`s Iife.

I?. Why should I?.

Sometimes I wonder

if you really understand him.

Do you know what comes first

in his Iife?.

Bullfighting.

No.

First comes his faith in you...

...and then his Iove for music.

Well, blow them out.

[CROWD LAUGHING THEN CHEERING]

-Thank you, Mario.

-You`re welcome.

Chato.

Maria.

That was very nice, darling.

I wanted a bigger piece anyway.

[MORALES SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

This is a great day for me.

One for which I have Iong waited.

I`m proud to announce

that in two weeks...

...my son will make his first public fight

at Puebla.

-Bravo!

-Bravo!

[CROWD CHEERING]

This is my present to you, my son.

May you wear it in honor

and in success.

Thank you, Father.

If I fight well, it will only be natural...

...because all I have Iearned of honesty...

...Ioyalty, and honor,

I have Iearned from you.

-Thank you.

MAN:
Bravo!

Bravo!

Morales! Mario Morales.

Well, do something. Get us inside.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Thank you, Juan. Good Iuck to you too.

Thank you, Pacho. Thank you.

PIease, maestro, it`s almost time.

Oh, yes. Yes.

Well, my son.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Thank you, father.

I`II try to be worthy of you.

-I Ieave him to you.

-Trust me.

[BAND PLAYING LATIN MUSIC]

MAN:

Senor Morales.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[PLAYING TRUMPET]

I`II meet you at the barrera.

Don`t forget,

throw the cape to your father.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

PIease, how do I get

to where the matadors are?.

Not now, senor.

They are already at the entrada.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Here. Wet your mouth.

-I don`t need it.

-You need it. Everybody needs it.

-Here. How do you feel?.

-Fine.

[MAN PLAYING DRUMROLL]

[PLAYING TRUMPET]

Morales. Mario Morales.

Mario. Mario Morales.

It`s Contreras.

-Wait. Morales.

-PIease. Not now.

-Young man--

-Senor.

--my name is Maximino Contreras.

-And I beg of you, don`t go into that ring.

-Maestro.

Tell me, why didn`t you come

to see me?.

Why did you break your promise?.

What promise, senor?.

CHATO:

PIease watch the bull, Mario.

-Get him out of here.

-Watch the bull.

Keep your hands off me!

I came to your house two weeks ago

to ask you to study music with me, senor.

PIease, I`m not a fool. I came because

I believe you have an outstanding talent.

I spoke to your father, and he promised me

he`II send you to me the very next day.

I don`t believe it.

You-- Look at his face.

Of course it`s true.

Get into that ring. Go on.

-Mario, go. PIease, go.

-Do you want to ruin me?.

-Get in there.

-Mario, please come back.

Is it true?.

MORALES:

The bull, Mario! Look behind you.

My son, hold on. You know

you`II regret it for the rest of your Iife.

PIease, don`t.

Aha.

I told you he would come home.

Father, try to understand.

Oh, Pepe.

-I have Iooked everywhere.

-Did you try Senor Contreras?.

He`s Iooking for him too.

Contreras is Iooking for him?.

Hasn`t he done enough harm already?.

Look at those papers.

Because of him, all of Mexico

is calling my son a coward.

-Father, you know you can`t--

-I know one thing.

He`s responsible for this. By all the saints,

I swear he`II pay for it with his Iife.

-Father, you can`t blame Senor Contreras.

-Darling.

I took Mario`s music to him.

So it was you.

I might have known.

Perhaps you were conducting a scientific

experiment on the Morales family.

That`s what we can expect from someone

who studies bugs under a microscope.

Father, I asked Pepe

to take the music to him.

-You?.

-Yes.

It doesn`t matter

who brought the music to the man.

It was Contreras who made my son to Iose

his head at the moment before the fight.

He destroyed him.

If Contreras is not to blame, who is?.

MRS. MORALES:

You are, Antonio.

Do you remember the night

of Mario`s birthday party?.

I told you then, if anything happened that

would take Mario`s music away from him...

...it would break his heart.

You knew that.

And yet you deliberately destroyed

the thing he Ioved.

You destroyed more, Antonio.

His Iove for you.

You betrayed him.

And now all you can think of

is disgrace to you.

-I did what I thought was best.

-For yourself.

Even now, you`re only thinking of yourself,

of what the papers are saying about you.

Never mind about Mario.

Where he is. What he`s suffering.

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