Susana Page #3

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Yes, but doing good

is keeping your eye on her.

Oh, well. We'll see what happens.

Come in!

Excuse-me, sir. Mrs. Carmen told me

to bring you these clothes.

Thank you. Please leave it

on the table.

So many books, and you even

have them on the floor.

I'm putting them in order.

You want me to help you?

No, Susana, thank you.

Women don't understand

these things.

Forgive me, sir. Excuse-me.

Forgive me, I didn't mean

to offend you.

If you want to help, we can start

with these big books.

Are you mad at me?

What nonsense.

Why would I be mad?

You're treating me formally.

lfthat's all, can you hand

me these books?

Yes, Mr. Alberto.

Are you going to read

all these books?

I already have.

You must know many

beautiful things.

But why keep them if you've

already read them?

Books are kept

out of fondness.

Like a woman you love.

It's very different.

Hand me the blue book.

The one with the ribbon.

This one?

What is it about?

- Goodness!

- What is it?

A naked man.

Look, this is a book

about mythology.

This is Apollo, he represents

man's beauty.

I didn't know you could say

a man was beautiful.

- Are you teasing me?

- No, seriously.

It's a symbol of beauty.

Just as your name is a symbol.

- Really?

- May I tell you of what?

- Of what?

- Of chastity.

Are you hurt?

No, and you?

Alberto, are you in there?

Yes, mother.

Do you need something?

No, nothing.

I was just passing by.

By the way, did Susana bring

you your shirts?

Yes, a while ago.

What's wnong?

You seem odd.

Nothing. I was organizing

my books.

I'll let you continue.

- Please, I have to go.

- Don't go.

- Please.

- Wait.

Susana, I need to talk to you.

Well, here we are.

- What's this secret of yours?

- You don't know, blondie?

How should I?

What do you want?

I want you. I like you.

But I don't like you

and you need two people forthat.

Aren't we two?

Don't be surly.

Ever since I saw you, I knew

I'd be able to tame you.

I'll make you very, very calm.

Easy.

You're the kind that

talks to himself.

Don't you think I have

something to say?

Words are not necessary.

My word is enough.

You're that sure of yourself?

I'm sure of what I want,

that's what matters.

And that's what your eyes say

when you're silent.

Let go of me!

Let go!

Tell me you like me.

Maybe not.

And maybe yes.

I have to give that some thought.

Suppose I don't want to wait.

It's up to you.

Don't be a prude.

Kiss me.

Just one.

Let me go, Jesus.

It's okay, beautiful.

You're afraid of me.

But I'll take care of you.

Me? Afraid?

Of what?

You don't know?

Look at these arms. They are strong

and want to hold you.

It's better to be a prisoner

of loving arms,

than you know where.

What do you say?

Well, then...

I'll be honest with you.

I'm surly, but you know

I like you.

You said it yourself.

But we have to make sure

no one finds out.

Leave me for now. We'll find a safe

place and tomorrow...

Tomorrow is never

and later is too late.

No, Jesus. This is crazy.

Alberto, son.

Find Jesus for me, please.

Mr. Severiano prescribed this

forthe mare...

and he has to go get it

right away.

And tell him to get the vet on his

way back to give the shot.

What is it?

What are you doing here, Susana?

Don't get mad. I was passing by

and when I saw you with the bugs...

I figured you're a scholar.

And since all scholars are old...

So what?

I don't want you to look old.

That means you like me a little.

A little? No, sir.

Forgive me if I don't

believe you.

Are you mad again?

It must be

from studying too much.

That's why you look like

and old man.

You must have something

to do, right?

I don't, besides, I'd love to be

here with you for a moment.

I'm done with all my house chores.

And your barn chores?

I don't understand.

What do you mean?

Maybe Jesus is better than me.

Why should I care about Jesus?

That's your business, but I saw

you two going into the barn.

Yesterday you mean?

He wanted to show me

where the com was.

And forthat you had

to close the door?

I didn't close it. I gathered the corn

and left out the orchard door.

Maybe he closed it.

Then, he's after you.

I swear I haven't noticed.

And what do I care

what he does?

I wish I could believe you,

but I can't.

Here I am.

Why did you do that?

To make you tum around.

I should spank you.

You scared me, I thought

you had fallen in.

And would you have been sad?

No, I would have been happy.

- Really?

- Yes.

Swear it.

There is someone up there.

I don't care.

Let me go see who it is.

No, wait.

Let me go check.

Help me!

Help me!

What's the matter, girl?

My leg.

Did I shoot you?

No, I fell from up there.

I thought I had shot you.

What are you doing here?

- Didn't you hearthe shots?

- That's why I ran, sir.

- Where does it hurt?

- Here.

- Here?

- Not there.

Can you walk?

I don't know, sir.

It hurts a lot.

Let's see. Hold on.

Slowly, slowly.

- Come on.

- It hurts.

My handkerchief.

Wait here.

Let's go.

I am fine, sir.

Carmen, where are you?

What's the matter?

What happened?

This scatterbrain fell down a cliff

and hurt her knee.

It's nothing, really.

We should take care ofthat,

it can lead to worse things.

Come with me.

Help me carry this girl.

I'm okay, madam.

We'll take care of you.

You'll stay in bed all day

and tomorrow we'll see.

Come on.

- What do you want?

- To come in.

Not here.

We might be seen.

Mr. Alberto is asleep.

I'm not referring to him,

but to anyone.

I'm referring to him.

This moming I saw you

together at the well.

Then you know I'm free

to do as I wish.

No, baby. Not with me.

Mark my word.

I'm so scared.

Don't be silly.

I'm not one ofthose, Susana.

Watch out.

I like it when you laugh.

Pure breed b*tch.

Listen to what I say.

You'll be mine,

no one else's.

Tomorrow evening I'll wait foryou

at the Carmelita ruins.

If you don't go, I'll tell the boss

who you are and where you came from.

You haven't gone to bed yet?

Are you feeling ill?

- I'm fine, mother.

- You're buming up.

I'm telling you, it's nothing.

I just want to be alone,

that's all.

- In the dark, son?

- Yes, in the dark.

I'm not afraid ofthe boogeyman

and I don't need to ask permission.

I'm not a child, you don't need

to watch over me.

Dear Lord. How can you talk

to your mother like that?

You have always been so kind.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe it.

I'm just a bit nervous, that's all.

I didn't mean to upset you.

I swear. Forgive me.

Poor child. You study so much sometimes

I wish you knew nothing.

You work too hard, as if your life

depended on it.

All right, go to sleep.

Rest, my boy.

Yes, mother. See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow, son.

I'm worried about Alberto.

He's been irritable and nervous lately.

Today he was in his room

in the dark and...

And you asked what was wnong

and he was rude, right?

No, he's never rude, but I think

he studies too hard...

and he's at a very

impressionable age.

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