Love In The Time Of Cholera Page #5

Do as I tell you.

Say something... now!

I offer you my most

heartfelt apology, sir.

Her education.

Let me escort you

to the carriage.

Senor.

I... I would like

your permission

to write

to your daughter.

Ahh.

I will go and find her.

I won't let her go.

My destiny in life

is to love Fermina.

I will win her back.

Hildebranda, look!

Aye, beautiful!

Mmmmm,

another one.

Gala Placidia, I told you

not to accept it.

Oh, I know that,

milady,

but is hard to say

no to Dr. Urbino.

How many is that now?

Seven.

- You must reply.

- We're not going to discuss it.

We must hurry.

The Belgian photographer

is expecting us.

Gala Placidia,

help us to dress.

Oh, yes, milady,

it is perfect.

Ladies, very still.

I will count

to five now.

One, two, three...

four, five.

One, two, three!

Benny Centeno!

Benny, Benny, Benny...

Move aside!

Move aside!

Benny!

Champion!

Please get in, I'll take you

wherever you want to go.

Benny, Benny, Benny!

Who is Benny Centeno?

He just won the boxing

championship in Panama.

Oh.

This is so nice.

I could spend the rest

of my life here.

Oh, ay, my boots

are killing me.

I'll have to take them off.

I'll take off mine too.

Let's see who

finishes first.

Oh!

Mmm.

You won.

You won.

But now I realize it

wasn't my boots at all.

It is this wire cage

under my skirt.

Hmm, nothing could

be simpler.

Take it off.

I won't look.

Ay!

I am waiting.

We want to go home.

Whoa whoa whoa.

Read my letters.

I want your answer.

He's very beautiful.

When he covered his eyes

and I saw his perfect teeth

between those rosy lips,

I wanted...

oooh, eeeoh.

I wanted to devour him

with kisses.

What a whore you are.

"Dear Senor Urbino,

I give you my permission

to speak to my father."

Senora.

Forgive me for keeping

you waiting, Transito,

but I have to practice

my singing.

You never know when there's

going to be a funeral, eh?

But, please please.

So...

is there a problem?

You get the money

I send each month?

Thank you.

You are a kind man, Don Leo.

I am not kind.

I am just,

unlike my brother Pius.

Something had to be done.

Pius should have made

a proper provision for my son.

Well, he did not

and I did.

So?

I've come...

to ask if

you can help him.

- Who?

- Your nephew.

My son Florentino.

What kind of help?

A job.

Well, I thought he had a job

at the telegraph office.

Yes, but I'm asking you

to find him another job...

any job, as long as

it's far away.

Some port lost

in the jungle where...

where there is no mail,

no telegraph.

A broken heart.

Yeah.

Hmm.

Hmmm.

How about Villa de Leyva?

How far away is that?

Oh...

about three weeks.

I am nothing.

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