Weeping for a Bandit Page #4

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What's your name?

Jos Mara Hinojosa.

Here you have him. A man who has just

arrived and he is already teaching us.

Jos Mara... El Tempranillo.

The one who came to the

mountains asking for El Lero.

What's bad of this kind of life is

that you don't get any better times.

You are always one step from being shot

or having a knife stuck in your guts.

Of course, if they catch you

they treat you like a wild dog.

They put you on a deck, and they

stick a screw through your neck.

Think very well about it. You

can still change your mind.

Don't trust any of

these men, not even me.

Today we are friends, but

tomorrow we may be enemies.

And don't get involved in

politics. Treat the peasants well...

they must either respect you or fear you.

They are on their own, and they like us

to be in the mountains, I don't know why.

I no longer have any

hopes, like you do. You

are still young and you

have many years ahead.

But I wasn't born to be a starving

peasant with no land of my own.

When nobody knows who is the heir,

I will buy some land nearby Granada.

And people will address me as 'Don

Juan'. That's better than nothing.

- Good morning, gentlemen.

- Good morning.

Could you tell me if Mara Jernima

Frances is working in this area?

Yes, sir. She is reaping

in the wheat fields.

Thanks a lot.

(Song) Your affection is like the bull...

who goes wherever he is called. And I, like

the lone tree, And I, like the lone tree...

which does not give shade to anyone;

which does not give shade to anyone...

just to me, between the wolves.

It breaks my heart...

whenever I think of you, Mara.

When I have you in front of me;

when I have you in front of me

I forget all the bad things, I forget all

the bad things, and I must forgive you.

Not by shooting me or by stabbing me...

have I pulled away from your affection.

I will not leave you, I will not leave you..

even If I must loose, even if I must

loose the eyes with which I look at you.

Mara, wait.

My mother told me that you left the

village without saying where you were going.

I have looked for you all this time.

I come to make my word good, Mara.

I told you I would come for you.

Didn't your mother tell you the

beatings I got because of you?

Didn't you mother tell you of

the many sleepless nights...

I waited for you at your home?

Didn't they tell you

that I have starved?

I have been slowly forgetting about you.

It has been a long time.

Don't let her run away! Get her!

Mara!

Gentlemen, let's have fun. You

too. There will be peace today...

and nobody will hurt you!

I want a sensational

wedding, not a funeral!

I'll pay for everything. Let them eat

and drink! Tell the villagers, Sotillo!

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