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FORTUNATA AND JACINTA

CHAPTER 1

Citizenship is
a "status civitati"...

as much to do with "ius publicum"
as "ius privatum"...

meaning that only the "civis"
can participate...

in the relationships which
are born in both.

A Roman citizen
with full citizenship...

"civis optimo iure"...

is one who is authorized...

to participate in all kinds
of laws.

Joaquín Pez...

What is "testamenti factio"?

The capacity with regard to
hereditary succession...

as the arranger, beneficiary
or witness "ius activus"...

or the right to take part
in a civil suit...

in order to establish
what the law...

- can be...
- Juan Santa Cruz!

What is "ius publicus"?

- A disgrace.
- A disgrace!

What did you say?

That it is a disgrace...

that Professor Castelar
be fired for political motives.

Castelar! Castelar!

Castelar! Castelar!

Calm down! Calm down!

I promise I will study
your petition.

What belongs to the king
belongs to the country!

- Long live Castelar!
- Long live Castelar!

Long live the Republic!

Long live the Republic!

Silence!

Juanito.

Read all about it!
Read all about it!

Read all about it!

Read all about it!

What's going on?

What's wrong, Plácido?
What's all the fuss about?

I've seen Juanito.

What's happened to Juanito?
Tell me.

He's been arrested.

They were taking him away.

Arrested.

My son, arrested.

- Don't worry.
- Talk to González Bravo. Find out.

- Oh, my God.
- Calm down, I'll sort it out.

Juan Santa Cruz.

Juan Santa Cruz.

- What about us?
- Right!

Influence!

"Ius sufragi", the right
to vote in the assembly.

"Ius honorum", the right
to access to judgeships.

"Ius conuvi" or "conuvium"...

the right to marry
and to serve in the legions.

"Ius actionis", the authority
to attend trials.

The "provocatio ad populum"...

or right to appeal to
the comitia of centurions.

"Sui iuris", people not
subject to the "pater familias".

I also saw Joseph I,
the Duke of Angoulême...

Lord Wellington, María Cristina
and Ferdinand VII.

- All of them, from a balcony.
- And O'Donnell and Espartero?

Yes, sir, as I can see you,
embracing each other.

I also saw them alone
on occasions.

- And Merino, the priest.
- When he was executed.

As you say, on the scaffold.

I'll go and see.

I've seen a whole century
of history, Don Baldomero.

A whole century of history.

Juan, son.

- What's wrong, mother?
- It's lunchtime. Are you coming?

When I finish studying.

When I finish studying.

Your deaf friend
played us for fools.

- Why, madam?
- Do you know what he sent?

An inedible mass...

of tendons, scraps and offal.

Disgraceful. We won't buy there
anymore. Never again.

It's your fault, Plácido.
Your protégés are always the same.

- But, aren't we going to market?
- Later.

The market is good today.
Such partridges, madam.

Truly heavenly.

No, no more partridge. Today we'll
see if Pantaleón has any kids.

And I'd like a good
piece of tongue.

We'll see if there's
any fine veal.

Some of it is so fine, ma'am,
it looks like hake.

Then go and tell them to send me
some sirloin and chops.

Good ones. Don't come with
the same tale as the other day.

I'd like to settle my son's account,
Juan Santa Cruz. Look in the book.

I'm so proud of my son
I fear God will punish me.

What a change.

If he carries on,
he'll be an expert, or more.

That's why we had to wait so long.

We waited for years,
like Jews awaiting the Messiah.

Here he is. Juanito Santa Cruz.

I remember him well.
He takes dozens of books.

I forgot,
I ordered salmon...

because the lobster they have today
is awful. You'll see.

I also wanted to tell you to
give him all the books he wants.

- I'll come and pay every week.
- Yes, madam.

- See you tomorrow.
- Good bye.

Good bye.

- What does he want?
- To sell these books.

Take a look and give me
a price for the lot.

But...

- You want to sell them?
- Yes, give me a price.

All right.

Just a minute.

Dear God.
I'm so gullible.

- But, where does he go every night?
- Calm down.

- Something must've happened.
- Nonsense. What could happen?

You'll see,
Estupiñá will find him.

- Well?
- Nothing, ma'am.

I've been all over Madrid.
I'm exhausted.

There's not a sign
of him anywhere.

No, it's late.

Good bye.

Giddy up.

Baldomero, you know what
you must say to him.

Open the door, Plácido.

- Where have you been until now?
- At a leaving party.

- Who is leaving?
- We are. Villalonga and I.

- You're going?
- Yes, we are.

- Where to?
- To Paris.

- Paris?
- Yes.

Jesus. You'll be the death
of your poor mother.

Well, I'm leaving,
it's very late.

It's an opportunity
not to be missed.

Villalonga is going on
an official trip to buy machinery.

The train leaves at six.
Wish me a safe trip.

What are you talking about?

I'm going to Paris tomorrow.

- Paris?
- Yes, mother.

Good night.

Good bye, father.

- Where are you going?
- To bed.

- Did you hear what he said?
- Yes.

And I was complaining
he was late...

Paris.

It's like complaining
about a few rain drops...

only for the skies to open up
and drench you.

- Talk to him.
- It's normal for his age, leave him.

Juan, son...

you have two degrees
and contacts.

Why are you waiting to get
a good job? Why?

- Look at Joaquinito Pez.
- Listen, mother.

I've decided that living without
needing to know is wiser...

than wanting to know
without living.

I mean, learning from books
at university.

Mother, living is relating...

enjoying and suffering,
loving, hating, desiring...

And traveling.

Learning about life yourself,
not from someone else.

We'll see tomorrow.

You're so angry
I dare not ask you...

- What were you going to say?
- No, it's nothing.

What was it?

I've always been terrible
at packing.

Would you pack for me?

I'll see.

Bring more candles tomorrow.

Now, go and order
four more masses.

Four masses?

One for each day
my Juanito spends in Paris.

I must ward off
the dangers he faces.

I hear it's full
of hussies...

the masses may not be enough.

Four masses.
Four masses.

- Madam?
- Yes?

Coffee is served.
And the master asked...

Yes, I'm coming.

Don't worry. He is of good
character, and honorable.

Propriety is in his blood.

I think it's fine
he sharpens up...

sees the world and acquires
self assurance in his manners.

It's not a matter of manners...

I just don't want him eaten
by vipers.

Look...

in order for young men
to fight vice...

they must know it,
sample it.

Yes, sample it.

There's nothing worse
for a man...

than to spend half his life
dying to try it...

and not be able to...

due to shyness
or servitude.

Think no more of it.

Let him have fun
and run risks.

You're still worrying.

- What are you thinking about?
- Nothing.

Nothing.

These are new times.

Customs have changed...

and everything fits
in a different order.

My parents only allowed me
to see boys my own age.

So, when they said
I was to marry you...

I had never really
seen a woman.

A shiver went down my spine...

I still remember
how frightened I was.

Do you think that was better?

But it worked.

- Didn't it?
- Of course it did.

But so many families that are
formed in that way work out badly.

They married us off
like mating cats, remember.

They married us...

like two cats.

It's true.

We're going to
your sister-in-law's.

- Maybe.
- I saw her yesterday.

She had her whole flock with her.
Seven children and two maids.

She was shooing them in front of her
like turkeys at Christmas.

- Did you order the oil?
- Days ago, but it won't last.

Of course, the poor thing has
eighteen mouths to feed.

And what mouths.

I saw her light three candles
to St. Anthony.

I think she was scolding him,
not praying.

They demolished
that church 10 years ago.

Not for me.
What do you want her for?

You'll find out.

When she's out with her daughters,
it's like a political demonstration.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Hello.

I think what you're looking for
isn't here.

- How wonderful to see you.
- What a surprise.

- Where are the others?
- Upstairs, with mother.

Slow down, I'm out of breath.

You're a sight for sore eyes.

Girls, it's Aunt Barbarita.

Hello, Aunt.

- Hello.
- How are you, girls?

Hello.

Hello, Aunt.

- Leave us alone and shut the door.
- Yes, ma'am.

- We have to talk.
- What about, Aunt?

About a lot of things.

First...

I'll take you to see
my tailor.

Porter.

Juanito, how was your trip?

- Mr. Villalonga.
- Hello.

The coach is over there.

Why have you come in that state?

Son.

Let me see you.

You thought I'd look anaemic,
didn't you?

I've surprised you.

Admit it, mother.

It's four o'clock.
We've eaten already.

- You're looking well.
- Mother can't admit it.

I've brought you presents.

This is for you.

- What is it?
- The best perfume in Paris.

And this, is for you.

Leave that now. Get washed.
Hurry.

Come on, let him get dressed.

Jacinta.

Let me see you.

You've changed.

Put that out,
sit down and eat.

Of course.

But don't go.
Let me see you.

Go back a little.

Further, into the light.

You're beautiful.

Thank you for the gift, Juan.

What gift?

Mule!

- Mr. Estupiñá's flat, please?
- That way.

Excuse me, does Mr. Estupiñá
live here?

Don Plácido?

On the top floor.

What are you eating?

Can't you see? An egg.

Raw?

I don't know how you can eat
that raw dribble.

Better raw than cooked.

- Would do like some?
- No. Thank you.

- Fortunata!
- Coming!

- So glad to see you.
- Don't get up.

I've counted 120 steps,
I'm out of breath.

Next time, come up from
the shoe shop in the square.

It's thirty less.

How do you feel?

Your mother sent me a doctor.

It's the first time in my life
I've been ill.

He said I'll be able to go out
in a couple of weeks.

Imagine me spending two weeks...

without seeing
the blessed street.

And I love the street.

The mistress is coming.

Rafaela.

Rafaela.

Yes, ma'am?

- What time did he get in last night?
- I don't know, ma'am.

- What do you mean?
- I didn't hear him, ma'am.

You never hear him.

- Deogracias.
- Yes, ma'am?

What time has my son been
coming home recently?

What time did he come home
last night, for example?

I'm waiting.

- Well, normally...
- Go on.

Normally, he doesn't come at night,
but in the morning.

This morning he was early,
around seven o'clock.

He shall hear me.

When he wakes up,
he shall hear me.

What legs!
Like a stork's shanks.

Why are you wearing
a vulgar dandy's trousers?

- Leave us for a minute.
- No, don't go. Carry on.

Mother, don't make a scene, just
because I want to be fashionable.

Keep your kisses and listen.
This is serious.

Where do you go at night?
And with whom?

Out, with my friends, as always.
You know them.

Apart from Villalonga, with his
modern clothes and practical jokes...

your other friends have achieved
what you have not.

Zalamero is a delegate
and government under-secretary.

And Joaquinito Pez
is about to get a governorship.

Listen, mother,
"Primum vivere, deinde laborer".

Juan, you and I are going
to fall out.

I warn you, if you bring one more
big shot home, in tight pants...

a short cloak and a cane...

I'll hit you. Yes.
I'll do what I've never done.

I'll take a broom
and give you a beating.

I think you should lengthen
the jacket a little.

My son is killing me.

He comes home late.

And suddenly, he's dressing
like a dandy.

Then, he goes out...

to lamplight dances...

in indecent neighborhoods.

Who knows if he goes
to worse places.

Saint Úrsula.

Last night he had dinner in
BotÍn's nephew's cake shop.

On Cuchilleros street.
Mr. Villalonga was there too.

And another man I don't know.

- Women?
- Two, madam. Two.

I couldn't see them well...

but they were in drab shawls,
blue pinafores...

good boots
and headscarves.

A couple of wild ones.

Anything else?

He frequents one of
Concepción Jerónima's shops.

They sell filigree work and coral
like wet nurses wear.

He's there for a good part
of the afternoon...

and the evening.

Pepe Vallejo told me,
he has the ropemaker's opposite.

Plácido.

Yes, madam?

I have to clip
my chicken's wings...

so he can't escape anymore.

- It's your turn.
- No.

- No.
- Yes, go on.

- I don't know how to.
- Here, take it.

- I'm not playing.
- Come on, don't give up.

There's something
you're not telling me.

It's just an idea.

Just an idea.

If it's what I suspect, the day
you confirm it, I'll be delighted.

I'll say no more.

When we go to Plencia
this summer...

I want Jacinta
to come with us.

Bless the Lord.
Of course she'll go.

Don Plácido, Aunt wants
to see you.

She hadn't heard from you
and thought you may be sick.

I'm not sick...

but I stay in
so I don't bump into her.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing, nothing's wrong.

She wants to know
and I don't want to tell.

That's why I'm hiding.

What does she want to know?

Leave it, child.
Don't worry about it.

Tell her I'm a bit delicate,
but I'll be better soon.

Tell her that.

- Good-bye, Don Plácido.
- Good-bye, child.

Come to Martina's stall,
come and see her eels.

There's no cauliflower,
I've gone mad looking.

I know nothing about Juan,
absolutely nothing.

You're hiding what you know
so as not to upset me.

I think I saw him
in Puerta del Sol.

He was in a taxi.
But that's nothing, madam.

A few days ago I heard they
were seen, Villalonga and him.

They were laughing,
but that's even less important.

That's why I say
I don't know anything...

I've not heard anything
for ages.

- Help him down.
- Wait, sir, I'll help you.

- What happened?
- Nothing, nothing happened.

Do as I say.
Take Don Jacinto home.

And above all,
say nothing to my mother.

- Not a word, don't worry.
- Go on.

We have a letter
for Don Juan Santa Cruz.

- Give it to me.
- We want to give it him in person.

- Deogracias.
- They've come a few times...

since the master stopped going out.
He won't see them.

Let me, I'll get rid of them.

I've seen them off
a few times.

What do you want?
Leave immediately.

- We want to give him a letter.
- Give it to me.

It's a personal matter
between us and Mr. Juan.

A personal matter?
There are no personal matters.

You can give it to me,
or get out.

Who are those men?

What did they say?

- Who are they?
- What does it matter?

They're just people I met.

You'll be the death of me.

Don't talk nonsense,
they've gone now.

I'm at home all the time.

What more do you want?

Sit down.

We have to talk.

Speak.

First, you're coming to Plencia
with us tomorrow.

I'll need a few days
to settle some business.

What business do you have?

Complete poppycock.

And even if you did have,
it's better left alone.

Come on, sit down.

Listen to me.

Juan...

you must get married.

I've found a woman for you.

Like a little boy,
you need everything on a plate.

It's my duty to take care
of your future.

That's why I want
to talk to you.

Could you imagine I would propose
something that wasn't...

in your interests?
Then shut up.

In these things, mothers don't
make mistakes, we're infallible.

Like the Pope.

- She's beautiful, isn't she?
- Yes.

Could you lower the neckline
a little more?

Move aside, girls,
let me see her.

Get out of the way, girls.
Mother wants to see her too.

I'm so happy...
So happy...

My daughter marrying...

the Santa Cruz heir.

That being sent from heaven.

- Mother.
- Mother.

Mother!

Mother, what's wrong?

- Fetch a glass of water.
- Yes.

Mother.

- A toast to the happy...
- Plácido!

We're in mourning.

Juan.

Juan, leave me.

I have to get changed.

All right.

Turn around.

Please, turn around.

Juan, get out.

Go on, please.
Get out, right now.

Go and tell them, girls.
They mustn't miss the train.

Yes, silly, I love you.

How many times
do I have to tell you?

- Who is there?
- Hurry up, the coach is waiting.

- But the train won't wait.
- See? Go on, get out.

- But the train won't wait.
- See? Go on, get out.