Blood and Sand Page #6

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- What for? I've just

- Read it!

"And here is a newcomer,

a flat-footed novillero from Sevilla...

"taking money under false pretenses.

"He has nothing to recommend him

but a certain stupid animal courage...

which makes his work in the ring

look more like suicide than battle."

[Sighs]

When will we be married?

There's more. Read it.

"He is definitely fifth-rate."

Oh, Juan, when will we be married?

Read the rest.

"It's useless to predict a future for him.

"He will probably be killed in the ring...

long before he advances

from novillero to matador."

Well, I I guess I came back

a little too early.

But you saw me fight bulls

a long time ago.

It's not like thatwhat it says.

- It doesn't matter.

- But it matters to me!

Juanillo, why don't you throw it away

and forget all about it?

No, no. I'm gonna save this.

And someday I'll make that Curro

eat his words.

Someday I'll come back to you

with a whole trunkful of clippings.

And when you marry me,

you'll marry the first torero in Spain.

Not the second or the third, but the first!

The greatest!

I'll go now, Carmen.

- What's in the package?

- Nothing.

- Is it for me?

- Well, it's-it's just something that I

- But, uh

- What is it?

It's nothing, Carmen. I

Oh!

[Audience Cheering]

- [Chattering]

- [Baby Crying]

No, you cannot see him now.

The room is crowded as it is.

But if the matador could only

see his godson just for a minute

Don't you know any better than to bring

your brats here today of all days...

when Senor Gallardo is about to make

his first formal appearance...

in his hometown?

- Just for one minute?

- Wednesday. That's the day

Don Juan sees his godchildren.

Do you think you're the only one?

Already, he's godfather

to half the infants in Sevilla.

Presently,

we'll have to hire an armory!

Oh. How do you do, gentlemen?

Please come right in.

- Come right in. Yes.

- [Spanish]

[Chattering]

[Chattering Stops]

- [Chattering Resumes]

- Why can't we go in there?

Not today!

[Curro]

I, Curro

I was present the afternoon

of our Juan's formal presentation...

as a matador in Madrid.

He fought a Miura bull

as big as a cathedral.

Never in my life have I seen

such sincerity...

such purity, such lightheartedness...

and, above all, such serene valor.

Let me read you what I wrote

that night in the Heraldo.

I have the clipping right here with me.

"Rejoice, ye faithful.

"There's an end to the decay

of our great art.

"We are on the eve

of a great renaissance.

"Cid Campeador has returned...

"to bring back the glory of Spain.

The arena has come back once more

to passion and dignity."

- Ol. Ol.

- At last, Sevilla has a matador.

The greatest matador of all history.

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