The Devil Is a Woman Page #2

Let me see now.

- No, I don't think so.

- You think too much!

You know of nobody at all?

Let me go!

Don't you touch me, or I'll call for help.

Are you mad, Concha?

I came here as a friend.

Suddenly you throw yourself into my arms,

and now you accuse me!

I kissed you because I loved you,

for a minute...

but I won't let you kiss me

without loving me.

And so you don't think I love you, my child?

No. I please you. I amuse you.

But I'm not the only one, am I?

Answer me, Pascualito!

- Well...

- I want to know! Am I or am I not?

What happened, my child?

Give a man a finger

and he bites off the whole hand.

Well, I'll go and get dinner ready.

I don't think I wanted to see her again...

but I went there, not once, but 30 times.

She was never at home.

Her mother told me

she was either out with a cousin...

or else was going to her dancing lessons.

Finally, after three months of this...

I told her mother that I loved Concha...

and that although there were certain ties

I couldn't form...

I wished to provide for her daughter,

take charge of her education...

in other words, make myself her protector.

I assured her that she and Concha

need never want for anything.

And to prove my sincerity...

Well, the old lady

got quite a sum out of me that time.

I'm deeply offended.

"I am deeply...

"offended."

- What did I write last?

- You are deeply offended.

I never want to see you again.

"I never...

"want to see you again."

And my mother

doesn't want to see you again.

"And my mother...

"doesn't want to see you again."

As I write this...

"As I write this..."

...my heart is bleeding...

"...my heart...

"is bleeding..."

...and my eyes are filled with tears.

When I received her letter,

I rushed to her home...

but they had disappeared...

mother and daughter, bag and baggage,

without a trace.

Then, about three months later

after I'd given up hope...

of ever seeing her again,

she suddenly appeared.

- You, Concha?

- Were you expecting someone else?

Come in.

I thought I'd stop by to see if you were in.

Since you didn't care to look for me,

it's I who look for you.

I haven't slept a wink since you left me.

Why did you run away like that?

Where the devil did you go to?

Why did you send me that stupid letter?

I was angry because you had given us

so much money.

- I only wanted to help you.

- I thought it would spoil our friendship.

Our friendship!

But now that all the money is gone,

and nothing is left but...

my affections for you.

- I can no longer live without seeing you.

- Concha, why did you stay away so long?

What if someone saw me come in?

My name would be ruined!

It was foolish of me to come here.

No, it wasn't. It was wonderful, Concha.

I've been thinking things over

for some time now...

and I'll be happy to make you my wife.

Then no one could ever speak ill of you.

But no one speaks ill of me now.

Did you hear what I said, Concha?

I just offered to marry you...

to give you the honour and protection

that go with my name.

That's exactly what I told Mother.

The moment I came here

you'd become serious.

I didn't want to come here,

only she needs money so badly.

Well, at least you're honest, Concha,

even if you don't love me.

But I do love you! Don't read now.

And I told Mother

I wouldn't accept any money from you.

How much does she want?

She has many debts, she needs a lot.

Well, money means little to me, Concha,

and of course, I'll help you.

You're not helping me.

If you want to help my mother,

that's your affair. She's waiting outside.

You can discuss money with her

just as you did before.

Mother!

Your Excellency!

Seora. Make this humble house your own.

Your Excellency...

how well you look.

Oh, how good it is to see you again.

My daughter talks of you all the time.

She loves you more than anything.

Excellency, I have missed you so much!

Well, sir, they vanished again.

It was months before I saw her again.

I don't believe that destinies are controlled

by a throw of dice...

but it couldn't have been merely

a succession of accidents.

I'd been sent down to the coast

to inspect some defences...

and while there, it was my bad luck

to run into her once more.

[Singing lively Spanish song]

[People clapping]

[Singing] I'm romantic, so romantic

That I often wish

I had a more discreet heart

But believe me, please believe me

When I tell you

that I haven't got a sweetheart

Do you mean to say that you have none?

Did you hear me say that I had none?

No! I only said I haven't one

Three sweethearts have I

Three handsome sweethearts

- And one is the son of a

- One is the son of a

- One is the son of a

- One is the son of a

A gardener!

A gardener?

A gardener!

He gives me daisies and roses

And orchids regardless of the price

And other things

that are so nice

Three handsome sweethearts

- And one is the son of a

- One is the son of a

- One is the son of a

- One is the son of a

A farmer!

A farmer?

A farmer!

He gives me butter and carrots

And onions no other farmer would

And other things

that are so good

Three handsome sweethearts

- And one is the son of a

- One is the son of a

- One is the son of a

- One is the son of a

A baker!

A baker?

A baker!

He gives me biscuits and cookies

And pastries a queen could even eat

And other things

that are so sweet

Sweethearts three

To all three I'm true

She's faithful to three

And I could be

as true

to you

Arturo! A cup of coffee.

My emotions seem to make

little impression on you.

Aren't you afraid of anything, Concha?

- Have you no fear of death?

- No, not today. I feel too happy.

Why do you ask? Are you going to kill me?

You play with me as if I were a fool.

What I gave gladly you took like a thief.

I thought you would be glad to see me.

I'm sorry I sat down.

Don't go! Please, don't go!

I've looked for you so long.

I've missed you.

I don't want to offend you.

Perhaps I'm a bit nervous.

Don't go, please.

Coffee!

Did I order coffee, Pascualito?

The lady said champagne.

All that night I walked the streets in a fever.

I cursed myself, called myself coward.

I burnt with shame

at the despicable role I played.

I told myself there were only two ways out:

Either to leave her or kill her.

I chose a third.

[People applauding]

Pascualito, this is La Tuerta, the one-eyed.

This is Capt. Castellar.

Welcome to your own house,

Your Excellency.

- You lucky girl!

- She really has only one eye.

- Such a gentleman!

- With that one eye, she can only see money.

Some day,

you will have a theatre of your own.

When I was your age, I...

Yes, I know,

all the men were crazy about you.

Come on, Pascualito!

She packs them in like sardines, Captain,

like sardines.

And some day you'll offer me more money,

eh, Tuerta?

- Who knows? Who knows?

- Yes, who knows?

[Tuerta cackling]

- I should have changed to civilian clothes.

- But I like your uniform, Pascualito.

I forgot to thank you for the flowers.

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