Hable con ella

TALK TO HER:

The stage is full of wooden

chairs and tables.

Two women come out with robes.

Their eyes are closed.

Like two sleepwalkers.

You get scared...They trip

on everything, poor them.

But suddenly, a man appears.

With a very sad face, the

saddest I have ever seen.

He pushes tables and chairs

out of their way.

You can't imagine how touching

it was.

Someone was sitting next to me.

In his 40s, hundsome.

He cried with emotion,

lots of times.

I don't understand why...

It was very beautiful!

I have a surprise for you!

I have an autograph of

Rina Baus for you.

I had to buy the photo.

It is in english and says:

I hope you surpass all

the obstacles...

... and start dancing.

-She has her period.

-It's early.

Good evening.

Benigno, can you

stay tonight?

My sister can't,

and I don't have anyone else.

Why did you come?

You should have called.

I am not taking advantage of you.

This week you did 3 nights.

Don't worry. A free afternoon

is enough for me.

I have to see the house

workers. It's a mess.

And to frame a photo.

My condition is not improving.

The hospital will decide.

Your husband left you

and the children.

Just come the nights you can.

We will be ok.

Thanks a lot.

-You cut off the intestinal food.

-She couldn't take it.

-We will try again tomorrow.

-Yes, go now.

And keep the spirits up!

Six bulls and a woman.

Wednesday at Briuega.

Lydia P Gonzales will

fight six bulls.

Why such a drastic decision?

It's my job. 2 bulls, or 6.

Whatever they say.

People say a lot of bullfighters

won't fight with you...

...because you are a woman.

People can say what they want.

Too much chauvinism in bullfighting,

but there are exceptions.

Nino Valencia was happy to share

billing with you for several months.

Do you think he did it

to promote himself?

And when he succeeded that,

he abandoned you?

I told you, I don't want

to talk about this!

But by talking about

certain problems...

...is the first step

towards their solution.

-Nino Valencia...

-Enough!

My dear Lydia, let me

finish the question.

I am not discussing this.

I told you earlier.

You didn't say anything earlier!

It's bad what you are saying!

They will think

it's a fixed interview.

And I am on of the few who

dare say the truth...

...and you should dare accept

...that Nino Valencia

took advantage of you.

He shared with you not only

the fame, but sex as well.

And he left you when

time was right.

Juan Luis, Marco here...

How are you?

I want to ask you something.

I would like to do an article

about Lydia Gonzales.

Yes, I see it too...

I would like to do something

deep.

For the Sunday issue?

Great...

-The woman has gone crazy!

-She dedicates it to you.

She would let the bull injur

her, just so that you see it.

You shouldn't have come,

especially you.

Don't tell me anything.

I know what I am doing.

Nino should concentrate.

He doesn't want any more worries.

Nothing to worry about. He should

just come to pick up his stuff.

-Or tell me where to send them.

-Send them at my place.

He, himself, should say so.

This is nothing to do with you.

You can leave whenever you want.

-Good evening.

-Scotch on the rocks, please.

-What glass do you prefer?

-A tall one.

Can I talk to you for

a minute, please?

Forget it. When something is

over, it's over.

-What are you saying?

-Can I talk to you?

If you take me to Madrid,

we can talk on the way.

It will be my pleasure.

-Who named you Lydia;

-My father.

It's as if he sealed your destiny.

He always wanted to be a bullfighter,

but stayed a banderillero.

He is the one that was there

for me, more than anyone else.

But he died last year.

I am sorry.

'El Pais' wants me to do a profile

on you for their Sunday issue.

Do you write on bullfighting?

I don't know your name.

To be honest,

I know nothing of it.

But I know a lot about

desperate women.

And who told you I am

desperate?

-This is the impression I have.

-Bullfighting doesn't interest you.

You are interested in my

relationship with Nino Valencia.

Tell EI Pais to leave me alone!

-Take me from here!

-What's going on?

Take me from here! There is

a snake in the kitchen.

-Give me the keys.

-The door is open.

Calm down.

And stay there.

My purse.

Take me to a hotel.

I am never coming back to

this house.

-To which hotel?

-To Eurobuilding, lets say.

Don't tell anyone about

the snake, please.

Only my family knows.

I always respect other

people's phobias.

After what you have done, how

can I say no to to the profile?

Think about it again. I will

call tomorrow, tell me then.

Thanks for everything.

Do you want me to stay? I can

sleep in the sofa.

No, I need to get used to

being alone.

Do you wash her?

What do you think?

-How was the night?

-normal.

-Give it to me. I will do it.

-I am going now.

-Good bye.

-Bye, Matilde.

It's so hot!

-Lets cut her hair.

-short, it's more practical.

We will leave it as it was

when she came here...

...so that she is not surprised

when she wakes up.

After 4 years, it will be great.

I believe in miracles.

So should you.

-Why me?

-Because you need them.

One might happen to you,

and you will not know.

So hot!

I took something from the

drugstore...

...to help stop the perspiration

stains on my uniform.

My armpits are ok,

but look at my face.

-What's it called?

-Perspirex.

It's Marco...

Remember me?

-How are you?

-Naked.

I need to buy some clothes.

That's all I've got.

I can bring you some

from your place.

I don't want anything from there.

Maybe another time.

-Where are we going?

-To Sybilla.

-You think I am crazy.

-Why?

-Because I don't want to go home.

-No, I understand.

When I separated, I couldn't

sleep in the same bed...

I was sleeping in the sofa,

in the living room.

For a week. Until I finally

bought a new bed.

So, you are separated.

I am alone.

AFTER A FEW MONTHS

Marco, we should

talk afterwards.

-We've been talking for an hour.

-You have, not me.

Indeed.

Did you read about the nuns

that got raped by the misionaries?

Priests, themselves!

It's horrible!

Yeah, they've gone bad too!

Where are we heading to?

First they raped the locals.

Then, due to AIDS, they started

raping nuns.

And I admired them so much!

Not all of them are rapists,

for sure.

No, some of them are

pedophiles.

-What's that? Everyone loves f***ing.

-Antonio, you are an animal!

-How do the bulls look?

-Good, but fat.

-How much do you think?

-Over 500 kilos.

I am going to the bar. And don't

forget, we are eating home.

If the kids don't see their aunt,

there'll be hell to pay.

Don't cry, my love.

-How is it?

-Very bad.

It tore her apart.

The father will be happy now!

'Not the little one!', we kept

telling him, my mother and I.

And yet, she became like him.

Don't be upset.

What time is it?

It has been four hours.

AFTER THREE WEEKS

Are you going to Cordoba?

Yes...I would like to stay,

but I can't.

We can't do anything extra.

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