Fiesta Page #2

She`s your daughter, isn`t she?.

Why shouldn`t she know such things?.

Well, all right. Let`s go back to work.

CHATO:

Oh, maestro...

...he`s been working for hours.

One hundred times, he`s run around

forwards. One hundred times backwards.

Two hundred knee bends.

Even the bull is a Iittle tired.

That`s all for today.

[MARIO SHOUTS

THEN MORALES LAUGHS]

MAN:

Maestro...

...would you Iike to select the bulls

for shipment to Mexico City?.

Yes. Of course.

The bull is a Iittle tired, huh?.

[MARIO PLAYING PIANO]

Mario?.

-I can`t.

-Why not?.

-Mother is out there.

-No, she isn`t.

I just came through.

AII right.

Mario.

Is that your Iesson?.

No, Mother. I`m sorry.

-What is it, then?.

MARIA:
It`s entirely his own invention.

It comes into his ears in the field.

It comes out of his fingers on the piano.

It`s as beautiful as a hundred butterflies.

PIay it for me.

[PLAYING PIANO]

ROSA:

There.

It`s beautiful, Rosa.

Tell them to start stringing the Ianterns

on the patio.

I want everything ready

by tomorrow morning.

MARIO :

Mother. Maria.

What is it, Mario?.

MARIO :
It disappeared.

Somebody has taken it.

-What?.

-My music, the rhapsody, gone.

That`s impossible, dear.

Well, then, where is it?.

-In your room?.

-I never kept it anywhere but here.

Do you know when you had it Iast?.

Last Sunday, when Pepe was down

to see Maria.

She insisted that I play it for him.

AII of it.

Then I put it back in the chest,

where it`s always been, and now I--

I--

So it was you, huh?.

-Hello, everybody.

MARIA:
Hello, Daddy.

-Oh, did you get it?.

-Of course. Ah, ah, ah.

Tomorrow is your birthday, not today.

There.

Hello, mamacita.

-Big news for you, Mario.

-Oh, really?.

-Is it very beautiful, Father?.

-Magnificent.

You know, Mario, it is exactly my size.

MARIA:
Your size?.

MRS. MORALES:
What are you talking about?.

Mario`s bullfighting costume, of course.

[SCOFFS]

Uh, Father, Maria means the party dress

for her birthday.

Oh, that`s all right, Mario.

The younger always comes first.

Younger?. You are twins.

I`m older by 1 5 minutes.

-Fifteen minutes.

MRS. MORALES:
Antonio...

-...did you or did you not get the dress?.

-Yes.

Of course.

It`s a good moment

for your career, Mario.

You see, your measurements are exactly

as mine were when I was your age.

We`II show them something tomorrow.

Like father, Iike son. Ha, ha.

You know I`II do my best. For you.

Antonio, I know Mario must fight

in this exhibition tomorrow.

Of course. How else will Barrios know

he`s good enough for Mexico City?.

-Barrios?.

-Is he really coming to see me fight?.

-Certainly.

-Tomorrow`s his birthday.

Now, Mother, don`t worry.

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