El misterio de la perla negra Page #4

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You can't be seen with us.

Let's go, Juana.

Bye, comadre.

Bye, compadre.

Good-bye.

A man and a woman.

And a dog.

A shoed man.

The dog and the man

went that way.

And the other 2 went

over here.

Follow the man and

the woman.

Quino!

- The man and the woman.

- How long ago?

- Before the dew fell.

- That was...

...2 hours ago.

Follow them.

What?

I don't know.

- What?

- No woman's track.

Look again.

No. He may be carrying her.

- It's not far.

- Hurry up before the sun sets.

Go. Hurry up!

- Who are they?

- Go! Don't waste time!

Hurry, Juana!

You go on. The truth

is that...

...I have no more strength.

I can't go on.

No, Juana.

I think we've advanced.

We'll rest.

You'll feel better.

Juana!

Juana!

What are you doing there?

Go away.

You and Juanito can go on

without me.

I ran out of strength.

My feet are bleeding.

Go, Quino.

- I can't go any further.

- Get out, Juana!

No. I beg you to go.

Please, go.

No! No!

No, Quino, please!

My poor Juana.

I stay with you...

...or you come with me.

But we can't be apart, Juana.

We are like one person.

If you want us to be killed...

...then stay.

I tell you that you

can run with Juanito.

I can't continue because

I'll leave...

...a blood track.

Look, Juana...

...calm down.

Women give all up...

...because they don't

have hope.

The man is there...

...to support.

Your shoes.

You'll see...

...these hurt...

...feet will have...

...black shoes.

Shiny ones.

Like the ones the rich wear.

The rich watch your feet...

...every Sunday.

Your feet are...

...smaller than theirs.

You won't be barefoot again.

We'll have beautiful things.

Maybe a bed.

They say you rest so much...

...in a bed...

...so soft and so white.

I see you lying...

...so pretty.

Your hair...

...quite black in the white.

And Juanito...

...will go to bed with a book.

And he'll read, Juana.

Are you coming, Juana?

You' re my husband.

Water, I beg you!

God bless you.

They can't escape.

We'll wait here then.

It's getting cold. Should we

make a bonfire?

Yes.

What was that?

Who knows?

Maybe an owl.

Or a coyote.

What will you do?

I'll fight.

It must be before dawn so I

have the advantage over them.

I have to take the risk.

Good-bye, son.

Good-bye, Juana.

He's close.

He killed his own brother.

He did it.

He'll kill them.

- We saw him.

- Yes.

I' m leaving.

- Without your money?

- Without it, but alive.

They placed Juanito under

some stones in the mountain...

...and came back home.

Old people say they walked

as sleepwalkers...

...in the town.

The pearl that once was

hope and beauty...

...turned into ugliness,

greediness...

...death, and loneliness.

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