Without Reservations Page #7

- Muchas gracias.

- And made in Mexico.

- Si, si, si.

Otelo. Have not the bad manners

to seat yourself before the guests.

Seores, seorita, please sit down.

Are the hands of the little ones clean?

Good. You will show our guests

not only hospitality...

...but manners befitting the ortegas.

Seores, seorita...

...it is only a humble meal

we have to offer you...

...but from our hearts,

we are happy to have you here.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Arroz con pollo?

Any time you say.

She means,

do you want chicken and rice.

Are you sure?

The seorita looks a little pale.

Our peppers will warm her blood.

In a Mexican family,

she will thrive and grow nice and fat.

Don't let it worry you, Seor ortega.

Ever since we've known her,

she always been a little thin.

Papa, you see the guests are flyers

and they are big and strong.

Perhaps you'll allow me to become

a flyer for the Estados Unidos also.

It is not in the spirit of hospitality...

...to discuss private matters

when guests are present.

Please, seor,

don't let me make you inconvenience.

Not at all.

There's plenty of room.

You must pardon me, seorita,

for that forwardness of my offsprings.

As you can see,

they lack the firm hand of their mother.

Papa speaks much nicer

about Mama since she's gone.

You do not look happy, seorita.

Perhaps it's Dolores has been making

big eyes at the seor aviador.

Of course not.

The seor aviator

is only a friend of mine.

Dolores says not.

Dolores says

the seorita loves the aviador...

...the one who has the blue eyes

and the dark hair...

...which is pleasing to women.

Dolores assumes too much.

Dolores is 18.

Dolores know all about caballero.

She knew lots of caballeros

back in Mexico.

I'll bet.

Rusty says we have time for me

to do these shirts.

Rusty seems to have forgotten

he has a date in San Diego.

- We'll make it all right.

- Here, seor, I'll take them.

- Fine, thanks.

- Say, would you mind telling me...

...just when you two gay caballeros

contemplate leaving?

Well, Dolores figures

we should wait till it cools off.

That Dolores.

Besides, her girlfriend is coming over.

Oh, what does she figure for me to do

in the mean time?

Well, Rusty thought

you needed a little siesta.

You look awfully tired.

Come, I give you my bed.

Seorita.

That was a very short siesta.

It's a little warm, isn't it?

- Sit down, please.

- Thank you.

You have very nice children,

Seor ortega.

Oh, yes, only for Dolores do I fear.

She has too much rich blood.

She'll calm down when she finds

something to do that will keep her busy.

I hope so.

And you, seorita,

with what do you occupy yourself?

I'm a writer.

Oh, an artist. That is good.

And of what does the seorita write?

Well, I've written only one book.

It concerns a man...

...who can't reconcile

his ideals with the woman he loves.

That is indeed a story of importance.

But has the seorita the experience

to attempt so deep a philosophy?

Well, I've kept my eyes open.

And I've read a great deal.

You will pardon the observations,

seorita, but to a man of my years...

...it would seem best to first live

and then write a book.

To live appears to me to be full

of confusion and very little else.

Confusion, yes, but it is better to live

and make the confusion...

...than to burrow and not live.

Seor ortega...

...it's obvious you're a man of the world.

You flatter me, seorita.

It's that...

I seem to have the wrong idea

about love.

Love.

You see, I always thought that love...

...when it's real, should be...

...gentle and considerate.

It should have a great deal of dignity.

Seorita, the reverse.

It is brutal, selfish and turbulent.

To be young again.

To feel the primitive urge of conquest.

Seorita...

...I can remember as yesterday,

a little dancer in Guadalajara.

Her skin the color of ripe corn,

long hair thick and black as the night.

Constantly, she put me to torment.

Never could I be certain she was mine.

She scorned me, hurt me, humiliated me

before my friends. She was wonderful.

- Wonderful?

- Yes, seorita.

This she gave me when I attempted

to arouse her jealousy with another.

Seorita, she was a woman.

And that's what a man wants?

That's what a man remembers.

Seor ortega.

You've honored me

with your confidence.

I feel I owe you the same sincerity.

I noticed the seorita appears disturbed.

You've been so kind and gracious.

You've treated us with respect.

Seor, we don't deserve it.

You mustn't be too modest, seorita.

It's an admirable trait

but not very practical.

The tall aviator and I...

We've been friends for years.

I knew that from the first minute.

You did?

Oh, no,

I don't think you understand, seor.

We should have been married long ago.

It's wrong. It's very wrong, but not new.

I love him, seor,

but he treats me like a slave.

He drinks, he stays out late

with other women...

...and when he comes home,

he beats me.

Love and violence walk hand in hand,

seorita.

Well, all right, but that's not all.

- I know.

- No, you don't.

Those two men out there,

they're not Marine officers.

They... They stole their uniforms.

- Not officers of the Estados Unidos?

- No.

Remember your children.

Don't shoot, no, no.

Okay, Ms. Klotch, come clean.

- I have nothing to say.

- I said come clean.

- But I didn't do anything.

- I'm asking you for the last time.

Oh, you're wasting valuable time.

Now, come on. Let's go.

That's exactly what we're gonna do.

- Come on, Dink.

- What?

What are you doing?

- Goodbye, Ms. Klotch.

- Goodbye.

Oh, no.

Oh, Rusty.

Dink.

Rusty... Now don't.

Oh, come on now, stop that.

Come here.

Rusty.

All right, I confess.

I told him that you and I were

an old story...

...and should have been

married long ago.

So I thought that would do the trick,

but it didn't.

So then I embellished it a little.

I told him you came home late at night

and beat me when you were drunk.

That's when he took to the gun?

No, he said love and violence

work hand in hand.

So then I got a little desperate.

And what came up?

I'm afraid you're not gonna like this.

Never mind that.

You and Rusty are not in the Marines.

- What?

- We aren't?

No, you stole those uniforms.

That's when he got the gun.

Oh, now, what would make you

do a thing like that?

This girl should be locked up.

- Rusty, you know what?

- What?

The reason Ms. Klotch told Seor

ortega we aren't in the Marines...

...was because she didn't want you

to have anything to do with Dolores.

You don't say.

Ms. Klotch...

...I am about to present you a decoration

I thought no girl would wear.

Do you take this man

to be the fellow you're involved with?

Oh, Dink.

Do you, Rusty Thomas, take this woman

to be the beetle you're involved with?

I now pronounce you all involved.

Imagine me with my head

On your shoulder

And you with your lips growing bolder

A sky full of moon

And an old mellow tune

I'll buy that dream

Fellows say there are more beautiful

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