Blood and Sand Page #2

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And whatever I have, I'll

[Gasps]

And whatever I have,

I'll lay at your feet...

and we'll be married in the church

of San Gil if you're willing.

I'm willing.

- [Door Opens]

- Here comes your father.

- Good-bye, Carmencita.

- Good-bye, Juanillo.

[Chattering]

[Dog Barking]

- Ol, Encarnacion.

- Granuja. Scum!

Mother's looking for you.

You're going to get it.

- Get what, Sister?

- Another broomstick broken over your head.

I don't mind that.

I've even brought my own broomstick.

A fine brother you are. Your mother and

your sister work their hands to the bone...

while you go off to play with bulls.

Not play with them, Encarnacion

fight them.

I wish one of them would kill you.

Then we wouldn't have to feed you anymore.

- The bull that can kill me hasn't been born yet.

- [Scoffs]

- Where did you go last night?

- To practice, Mother.

One doesn't have to practice for death.

You promised you wouldn't

go to the ranch anymore!

You knew I couldn't keep my promise.

Oh.

Aren't you going to beat me?

I'm tired of beating you.

Where did you steal those clothes?

I didn't steal them.

I got them from Pedro Espinosa.

And who do you suppose I met there?

Don Jose Alvarez.

He saw me fight a bull,

an enormous bull.

He said he was

my unconditional admirer.

He wants to be my manager

when I get to be a matador.

I hope I never see the day.

I've made up my mind.

I'm not gonna starve...

for the rest of my life

on gazpacho and rotten codfish.

And Encarnacion how about her?

How could she get a husband unless

I make money for her dowry? And you

I don't wanna see you for the rest of your life

on your knees scrubbing floors.

That's what your father said too.

And here I am...

on my knees.

[Chuckles]

Oh, you.

You're your father come back

to plague me again.

He died once,

and I died a thousand times.

Every time he went into the ring.

And now you

you want me to die

a thousand times more.

Madre, I've hurt you a lot...

and maybe I'll hurt you some more.

If I do, please forgive me.

And maybe someday

you'll be proud of me.

Oh!

Good-bye, Madrecita.

- Come on. You turn too quick.

- He's no good today.

Come on. Just a little more speed

there in your run.

- He has no grace.

- Hola, amigos.

- We got something.

- Yeah, a surprise.

- I got it.

- Come over here.

- You'd never guess what it is.

- What is it?

- A surprise.

- A horse!

Yes. I got to thinking.

Madrid's 600 kilometers from here.

- I found the horse standing

near the road, and I thought

- Good idea, Manolo.

- Wait. That's my horse.

- Who's the leader of this cuadrilla?

You may call yourself the leader,

but I'm going to ride the horse.

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