The Loves of Carmen

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Dismount!

Your name?

Jos Lizarabengoa, e! Navarrs,

reporting for duty, sir.

- The Colonel will see you. Follow me.

- Thank you, sir.

Jos Lizarabengoa, e! Navarrs,

reporting for duty, sir.

My duty and pleasure, Don Jose,

to welcome you to our regiment.

Thank you, sir.

No doubt you've heard

that life is pleasant in this regiment,

that it's a fashionable catch-all

for young men of good family

with no talents to speak of,

that we're called "The Gay Policemen,"

because we do little more

than stand guard here and there

a few hours a day and keep the peace,

such as it is, in Seville.

- The rest of the time you may have heard...

- No, sir.

The rest of the time is spent

in the consumption

of great quantities of wine and gambling

and making love to the girls

from the cigarette factory.

There are approximately 200 of these girls,

and the factory is next door to the barracks.

A great convenience

and a blessing for the Dragoons.

Yes, sir.

You may have heard these things,

and they are true.

Let me inform you, however,

that a young man willing to work

and to maintain a degree of integrity,

sobriety and honour

has a bright future in this regiment.

We need a few like you here.

Your record is good.

You Navarrasians are hard-working,

moral, proud.

We need a few like you here.

- I hope you're ambitious.

- Yes, sir.

I've heard that in Seville,

a promotion in the Dragoons

is a step toward a government position.

A good thing to keep in mind.

Have you ever been in Seville before?

Do you know the city?

- No, sir.

- You are relieved of duties for 48 hours.

Look about the town,

familiarise yourself with it.

The people here in Andalusia

are a different breed from your Northerners.

- Look them over.

- Thank you, sir.

Dismissed.

There is nothing so good to the taste

as a thing that's been warmed

by the Spanish sun.

Well, not only is he beautiful,

but music comes out of him.

-It is just a watch. It chimes.

- Too bad.

I thought for a minute

you had wonderful possibilities.

It's just a watch. See?

Too bad.

But maybe we can be friends, anyway.

Would you like a bite of my orange,

little soldier?

Thank you.

On the second thought,

perhaps it would not be proper.

After all, we haven't been introduced.

I am Jos Lizarabengoa,

I just arrived in Seville, sefiorita.

Sefiorita? Me'?

You have just arrived in Seville!

- Where did you come from?

- From Navarre.

I've heard that the men from Navarre

wear little blue berets,

tell big black lies

and don't know how to love a woman.

I've always wanted to find out for myself

whether this was just gossip, or...

Look at them. The bride.

They paid out their last peseta

to get rid of her, but it was worth it.

The bride.

She'll hate him,

but she'll cling to him like a leech.

There's a payo wife for you.

And the fine groom.

In a week, he will be beating her.

- There's a payo marriage for you.

- Shut up, you!

You talk that way because nobody

would marry a gypsy like you.

No? I could marry any man in Seville

I wanted to.

But I would rather be dead, do you hear?

I would rather be dead

than be the stale wife of a spiritless payo!

Manuelito, remember me,

little pig of a payo?

I told you she'd catch you. Little estzipido.

My oranges. Thief!

My oranges. You stole my oranges.

Those are my oranges.

The thief, he stole my oranges. Stop him!

Thief! My oranges!

The thief stole my oranges. Catch him!

I hope you find

who you are looking for, Jos.

I'm not looking for anyone.

I don't know what you mean.

I've noticed you for two days now.

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