Love In The Time Of Cholera Page #3

How many is that now?

Seven.

- You must reply.

- We're not going to discuss it.

We must hurry.

The Belgian photographer

is expecting us.

Gala Placidia,

help us to dress.

Oh, yes, milady,

it is perfect.

Ladies, very still.

I will count

to five now.

One, two, three...

four, five.

One, two, three!

Benny Centeno!

Benny, Benny, Benny...

Move aside!

Move aside!

Benny!

Champion!

Please get in, I'll take you

wherever you want to go.

Benny, Benny, Benny!

Who is Benny Centeno?

He just won the boxing

championship in Panama.

Oh.

This is so nice.

I could spend the rest

of my life here.

Oh, ay, my boots

are killing me.

I'll have to take them off.

I'll take off mine too.

Let's see who

finishes first.

Oh!

Mmm.

You won.

You won.

But now I realize it

wasn't my boots at all.

It is this wire cage

under my skirt.

Hmm, nothing could

be simpler.

Take it off.

I won't look.

Ay!

I am waiting.

We want to go home.

Whoa whoa whoa.

Read my letters.

I want your answer.

He's very beautiful.

When he covered his eyes

and I saw his perfect teeth

between those rosy lips,

I wanted...

oooh, eeeoh.

I wanted to devour him

with kisses.

What a whore you are.

"Dear Senor Urbino,

I give you my permission

to speak to my father."

Senora.

Forgive me for keeping

you waiting, Transito,

but I have to practice

my singing.

You never know when there's

going to be a funeral, eh?

But, please please.

So...

is there a problem?

You get the money

I send each month?

Thank you.

You are a kind man, Don Leo.

I am not kind.

I am just,

unlike my brother Pius.

Something had to be done.

Pius should have made

a proper provision for my son.

Well, he did not

and I did.

So?

I've come...

to ask if

you can help him.

- Who?

- Your nephew.

My son Florentino.

What kind of help?

A job.

Well, I thought he had a job

at the telegraph office.

Yes, but I'm asking you

to find him another job...

any job, as long as

it's far away.

Some port lost

in the jungle where...

where there is no mail,

no telegraph.

A broken heart.

Yeah.

Hmm.

Hmmm.

How about Villa de Leyva?

How far away is that?

Oh...

about three weeks.

I am nothing.

I will not heal...

not for all time.

I'm struck by

the lightning of love

and burned beyond repair.

She's a splinter that

cannot be pulled out.

She's part of me,

everywhere I go.

Everywhere, she is.

- Hello.

- Fermina.

What are you doing?

Turn off the light.

I want...

absolute darkness.

You forget, Doctor,

this is the first time

I've slept

with a stranger.

Do you love me?

Don't be frightened.

We are man and wife.

I want you to love every...

every moment

of our honeymoon.

I can't wait

to show you Paris.

It is a...

a city of love.

You have

a beautiful smile.

Thank you.

I think my sense of smell

is overdeveloped.

Well, that would be because

your olfactory organ's...

I'm sorry

I mentioned it.

Shhh.

Don't forget I have

met them before.

I remember it

very well.

And I'm still angry.

I've... I've never been able to

understand how your thing works.

How ugly it is.

Even uglier than

a woman's thing.

Yes.

Besides, I think it has...

too many bits on it.

That's astounding.

My doctoral thesis was

on the advantage...

I don't want

a medical lesson.

No. No.

This is going to be

a lesson in love.

The black flag!

That's the plague flag.

Give them a wide berth.

Please, help us!

Captain!

- They're dying of cholera!

- Cholera!

Please!

Good Heavens! Careful,

don't get too close...

Please, help us!

Captain! Help us!

Cholera!

Help me! Please.

Don't leave.

God! What's that?

Help me! Please!

Keep her safe, protect her

from harm.

Good night,

my crowned goddess.

Go go.

Go on and forget all about it.

This never happened.

Who occupies that cabin...

the middle one?

- Three women.

- Three women?

They have three cabins

and they both connect together.

It makes one big one.

- Who are they, these women?

- I don't know.

- You go on.

- We'll see.

- See her eyes?

- My, Rosalba.

He looks very sweet.

And so shy.

It's the shy ones

you must look out for.

- Carefully, it's fragile.

- Get out of the way.

He's staring at you.

Bye!

Fermina, my vow...

I've broken my vow.

You shouldn't have

come back, my son.

I had to.

Why?

Something happened and...

I had to be near

Fermina again, Mama.

- That's all.

- But she's not here.

What do you mean

she's not here?

She's in Paris

on her honeymoon.

She'll be gone a long time...

more than one year.

Maybe two years.

- That's not true, Mama.

- It is true, my son.

- No.

- It is true.

At least two years.

- No.

- No, Mama.

Please don't cry.

Oh.

Please...

please don't waste your life.

You must forget her.

You must find someone else

who will help you forget.

I can't forget, Mama.

I will

never forget, Mama.

I will never forget, Mama.

Senora, senora!

Be careful! Senora!

- Senora.

- Come on, boys.

Open fire!

They destroyed my house,

Transito!

They destroyed my house.

Come in.

I need a bed...

on the floor, anywhere.

Just until I can

rebuild my house.

Who knows how long

this war will last.

Come on, drink.

You must stay here.

- So you have the room?

- No.

It is a shame.

My own bedroom is too small.

But if you don't mind...

sharing with my son.

Florentino?

An emergency.

The Widow Nazaret,

her house has been damaged.

War has no respect

for anybody.

She needs a bed.

You can sleep in your hammock.

I'm so scared!

If it wasn't enough

to lose my husband,

now this.

He died three years ago.

Help me, help me.

My dead husband

always undid my laces.

Help me, please.

Help me.

I've never been

in the same bed

with any other man...

ay... other than

my dead husband.

He's in his coffin now

under the ground.

I'm so happy!

I'm happy

because only now

do I know for certain

where he is

when he's not at...

home!

Women.

Number one...

unknown lady in boat.

The first...

wondrous...

explosion.

Number two...

the Widow Nazaret...

while doing it,

only talks of

her dead husband.

Number three...

Esmeralda Arau...

a skinny,

wiggling tadpole

who'd walk me

through the ferns.

Number four...

Maria Estevez...

very dangerous.

We were so close

to the street,

anyone could

have heard us.

This is the cure

for the pain

of Fermina.

What is it?

Nothing, my son, nothing.

- For a moment I...

- What?

I didn't know

who you were.

It happens to me

more and more,

but it... it goes.

Give me your hand.

Give me your hand.

Ma... I have work

to do, Mama.

Work? What work?

You need to find a job and to get paid.

I can't keep you forever.

I... I... I have

something to tell you.

You are going

to marry the widow.

Oh, no.

- What did you say?

- Ma... Mama...

Did you say you had

something to tell me?

Yes, I honestly believe...

I'm getting over the worst.

What was her name again?

Fermina.

Fermina.

Fermina.

I begin to feel free.

The pain is gone.

It's gone.

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