The White Horse Page #4

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The same thing happens to me, and that man doesn't have the face of a killer.

Looks don't matter.

Judas was the most beautiful of the Apostles, but he was still the traitor.

His attitude is very suspicious, considering I'd never seen him before.

Me, too, grandmother. I think I could even swear it.

Child! What, don't you know it is sin to swear in vain?

He's just very nervous, you know?

Tomorrow I'll goose you with castor oil.

Go on, go see if you need to water the animals.

Yes, Grandma.

It's obvious that this man frightened my grandson.

Oh! What if he's one of the bandits?

What will happen if he thinks my grandson's recognized him?

By God, don't let him leave the school even for a minute!

You know? Because he's so tiny, and also a saint, a true saint!

What, you want to fight?

With these?

Are you afraid? Scaredy-cat!

Flix!

Flix!

Flix!

What's going on here?

What's all this, Joselito?

But, son! What happened here? Mother of God, all the animals are loose!

God of my soul! What can we do about this?

Stay still, boy!

Porker, let him alone!

Come here. Get down.

F***ing dog, f***ing dog!

The best thing is to not mention the matter,...

and tomorrow when you have him in to school...

I'll go see the mayor to ask for his advice.

Eh?

Jesus! What on Earth is this?

This? This is your grandson, Ma'am.

And now I'm on my way back to Spain on the first train that goes out of here.

And if there's no train back, I'll walk, but I'm going back to my country.

"Going back" my foot!

Now wash this demon for me!

He'll climb into his room, and stay there locked up until tomorrow.

Look what you've done to the sailor suit!

And you did all this on purpose, to ruin it.

But don't think you can get away with dressing however you please!

Tomorrow I'll buy you another, and another, and another.

And you're going to be dressed like a sailor until I yell "land ho"!

The Shepherd with his flock at the break of day...

goes down the path from the mountains to the prairie.

Whispering his sorrows with his reed flute...

followed by his sheep as if under a spell.

The flute of the shepherd, oh, oh, oh, she sings as well...

The shepherd is going back because the sun is hidden.

Going up the hill to save his flock.

With his flute he'll be calling one by one his sheep...

as he communicates his joys and sorrows.

The flute of the shepherd oh, oh, oh, sings as well.

Guadalajara. Guadalajara!

Guadalajara. Guadalajara!

You have a countryside soul, you smell clean, a morning rose.

You smell like fresh green grass from the river side, your houses look like a thousand doves.

Guadalajara, Guadalajara, pure smell of wet earth.

Don't let us down, Jalisco!

Guadalajara, Guadalajara!

Oh! Tlaquepaque Village,...

your fragrant jars... oh, Jalisco, Jalisco, Jalisco!

Make even fresher the sweet tepache for the barbequed goat, in addition to the mariachi...

that in stallholders and potters sound with sad melancholy.

Oh, oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh!

Oh! Guadalajara, rose,...

I'll tell you one thing. Oh, Jalisco, Jalisco, Jalisco!

You, who preserve water in the well, and in women their inevitable shawl.

Guadalajara, Guadalajara, you have the most Mexican soul.

Oh, oh, oh! Oh, oh, oh!

Guadalajara. Guadalajara!

~ Papa, Papa!

~ "Papa" my foot!

What the hell are you doing you here?

My mom's been waiting for you with my ten starving siblings.

What mom or what ten siblings what dying of hunger!? Just look at this!

He's not funny, this guy!

Singing, while your children starve, in the pub!

I can't understand how they dare have children.

~ And ten, for f***'s sake!

~ Since there's no law to hang these criminals...!

Scoundrel, traitor!

The traitor is you, scoundrel, blackguard, what you have to do is get out of here with your child!

Yes! Beat it!

Get out of here!

I don't know why I didn't give you a complete set of slaps.

It'd be funny! But you wouldn't get out of there alive, for sure.

~ So what really brings you here?

~ The bare truth?

As if you knew what the truth is!

Of course I know that. I want to live with you and I look forward to us becoming partners.

What gives with this boy!

Home and school aren't for me, I want to be just like you.

No way, Jos.

It's just that your grandmother hasn't realized that you're a man,...

and she wants to keep treating you like you were a child.

But don't worry, I'll talk to her tomorrow,...

and you'll see how I help her understand.

That's precisely the "no way", partner.

No? What the heck, I'm more than used to dealing with ladies!

Doa Refugio, for God's sake!

Be careful, that thing bangs!

I swear it's the pure truth.

Also I've become endeared to this little liar.

Here, man, here!

You're very nice, Mr. Cueto,...

and quite manly,...

and I have the virtue of trust in my heart.

Of course I don't have gold mines, but I have a barn with some cows and...

and this colt to be broken.

But I've never worked for anyone, Ma'am, much less as a nanny.

And haven't yet grown roots to seed myself in any place.

Uh, nonsense, nobody works for anyone!

Each reaps up what he has sown,...

and I'll offer you a good soil for your sowing.

Try, at least.

Well, here I'll leave you, both of you speak man-to man.

So... I expect you for lunch at precisely two o'clock this afternoon.

And you, child, go change your clothes, you're a mess, again.

So... at two o'clock on the button.

~ All right. ~ Clear? ~ Yes, Madam.

Well, see you then.

Now you see? Wow, what a grandma!

Did you hear? At two o'clock.

And me, I haven't let myself be hitched like all those poor married guys!

And I'm not going to let your flakey grandmother order me around, no, siree!

Fine, but she's mine, and since we're partners, you have your share of a grandmother.

Hey, why not stay here?

It'll work out for us.

Instead of going to school, we'll go swim in the river.

You'll teach me how to play cards, how to judge roosters, OK?

No way, Jos! You're going to go to school. And you're going to be the best student...

because when I come back here I want to see you grown up into a proper young man.

And no more lies, yes, siree!

~ Hello, gentlemen.

~ Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Hey, Antonio, these men are some of those who attacked us.

What did we agree, liar boy?

Do you know who those gentlemen are?

They are nothing less than the President and the Secretary of the Board of Charity in the nearby village of Jalisco.

But I'm sure, partner! They're imprinted on my eyes forever!

Do you know what you have there? It is a construct of lies, rather than brains.

And don't speak to me about attackers anymore or I'll kill you.

Boy, what a dreamer!

In the minutes that we dedicate to our selected readings...

today is the turn of one of the brightest playwrights that the world has been given.

He is called William Shakespeare.

I have chosen one of his most popular works,...

called "Romeo and Juliet",

the most beautiful love story ever written,...

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