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THE FEMALE

The famous Seville feria!

Five days of parades and horses.

Five nights of castanets, guitars

and songs.

The feria!

Precious costumes taken out of mothballs
for the occasion.

Thoroughbred horses
groomed all year long

for this unique event

full of hubbub, dust and sunshine.

Casetas line the avenues.

In these marquees, the locals socialize,
offering refreshments,

manzanilla and sherry,

as the young discover
Spain's ancient traditions.

Over five days and nights,

"loving and pliant Seville",
as a poet put it,

is full of song and dance.

A word for the gentlemen,

especially as you're French.

If a local girl gives you the eye,
don't get ideas.

That's off limits, taboo, zilch.

Be back here in two hours
and remember my advice.

You're very fluent.

I never heard a Spaniard say "zilch".

Maybe it's because I'm French.

Dad moved here in '45.
He died three years ago.

Why not go back now?

- I'd like to but, you know...
- What?

A tanned Andalusian?

They're not my type.

Are you from Paris?

Is Rue de la Huchette beautiful?

Dad said it was wonderful.
He lived there 30 years.

Yes, it is quite beautiful.

Enough about me. Have fun.

Thank you.

If you have to fall,
let it be into my arms.

I see your game.

You'll cheat on me.

Even though we were made for each other.

No doubt you were made for me.

But was I made for you?

A glass...

You smell of cognac.

Cognac!

It's you!

- Alone?
- As you see.

- Too few devotees?
- Too many.

I fought them all off.

You did well.

Buy me an anise?

Come on.

Two anise cordials.

- Are things good?
- Not bad.

One gentleman gave me quite a look.

He was devouring me with his eyes.

Nothing new.

While kissing another woman.

That's better.

Was he handsome?

No idea. I'd have to see him
on other lips.

His eyes knew how to look at me.

Mine do too.

- Silly.
- They don't?

You know me.

I don't know you.

You're like a brother.

I'm not your brother.

Too bad.

No one can be your brother.
You have too much of everything.

I was 8 when I fell in love.

Very funny. I was 4
and the only French girl around.

You poor old thing.

Old thing? Your darling Albert.

I say it's not right.

That I love you?

You're all such a drag with love!

And you're so blase about it.

Tell me...

Let's talk seriously.

Is love that amazing?

It's wonderful.

You can't eat or breathe,
your heart pounds...

Like a long dizzy spell.

I'd love to make your heart pound.

It happens when I dance.

I couldn't live without it.

Goodbye.

See you tomorrow? I'm free.

Let's see a movie about Paris.

El Tronio, at 5 pm?

- Where?
- Plaza de Espania.

Ok, and try to give me up for the night.

Are you bored, Mateo?

I'm not used to happiness.

It tires me.

Finishing your masterpiece?

Some models make you want to linger.

You're thirsty.

Not at all, actually.

You're thirsty, dying for a drink.

Fine.

Listen, darling.

Sydney's thirsty.
We'll go for a drink.

Let us off.

I'll come too.

Impossible.

No place for a young woman.

I'll see you at the caseta in an hour.

Certainly not.

Abandon me and I won't see you again.

I'm heartbroken.

- Hello, Don Mateo.
- Hello.

Ready to order?

A glass of wine.

- Whisky.
- A whisky.

Yesterday's gypsy.

Indeed.

She's magnificent.

She smiles with her legs.

And I bet she talks with

I'll invite her.

Say good things about me.

Would you like a drink at our table?

At your table, no.
With you, yes.

Are you French?

Can you tell?

I can see too.
I should have guessed right away.

So sit down.

Sorry.

- May I?
- I'm asking you now.

You're proud.

You've noticed.

Here, the local women
rarely display such sensitivities.

They're wrong.

A woman doesn't have to submit.

I'm importuning you.

I'm used to it.
I'm not here for the fun of it.

Are you bored with

your admirers?

My clients?

Almost always.

Unless they're very rich and generous.

What if I were that client?

Your friend's waiting.

Well?

- Excuse me.
- Gladly.

Gladly is too much.

A cigarette.

Thank you.

What a nice lighter.

- Is it gold?
- Yes. Excuse me.

A very nice lighter indeed.

It's yours
if you'll dine with me tonight.

You know how to talk to a woman.

Is that agreed?

Your friend...

- That's me.
- This way.

Does she like me?

Perhaps, but forget it, she's a gypsy.

So what?

You'd be dead before you touch her.

That girl there.

Albert, you're a pig.
And I'm being polite.

You expect me to keep waiting?

It's these damn tourists.

What about the place?

What's wrong with it?

Some idiot offered me his fortune
for a night of love.

Don't get angry.

He'll pay for it.

Yes, I have change. A good job too.

I won't see you again.

Yes, at tomorrow's dance class.

I despise you.

Miss Soledad, a friend.

I know your beauty.

Since yesterday.

No, I'd seen her before. But where?

Well?

The one you were expecting won't come?

You find the words you mustn't say.

Unfortunately.

Your kisses looked
more eloquent than your words.

She wasn't very pretty though.

May I sit?

Her eyes had the colour of her ring.

Really?

- What was her ring?
- A ruby.

May I sit?

Thank you.

You had time to see her ring?

When I look at a woman,
I know her age,

profession, dressmaker,

the lovers she has or will have,
and if she loves her mother.

And when you look at a man?

If he interests me, I see nothing.

Do I love my mother?

I don't know.

I don't understand you.

How can a girl like you...

Yes, how can a girl like me

I'll call home
to say I'm dining in town.

With you, we dine before?

Before, after... It's up to you.

Well?

Do I call?

Yes.

Ma'am

Don Mateo.

Hello?

Are you feeling better,
Maria Teresa darling?

I feel fine, just a little tired.

I won't be home this evening.

I'll sleep in Seville.

I can't leave our friends.
You understand?

I understand perfectly.

You know I understand everything,
even things other women don't.

You're such an adorable wife.

By the way, I lost my lighter.

Bye, darling.

Where is she?

She left.

She gave me this for you.

No message?

No.

Do you know where she lives?

I've never seen her before.

She's no professional.

A professional
wouldn't pay for her drink.

I know where I saw her.

Let me think. Last Friday on

Santiago Street.

A wonderful spot.

This girl will bring me dishonour!

Even a barrel of wine
has a better sense of rhythm!

Have you finished, you cow?

She started it!

Aren't you ashamed, attacking this lady?

When are you going to kiss me?

Sorry.

- Looking for someone?
- Not anymore.

Can we talk?

Of course.

But...

In private?

I live there.

Let me through!

Sorry.

This is the place.

I'm the one you're here for.

What?

Others have come to find me.

I still have many admirers.

Each visit
is like revenge for me.

Have a seat.

Please.

Yes...

This is my life now.

Comical if it weren't so shocking.

- I think...
- Yes, sir.

I am indeed Stanislas Marchand.

The one called "The Beacon" in 1935.

I reseat chairs for a living.

Stanislas Marchand?

Stanislas Marchand the writer?

Yes.

I no longer resemble
the man you admired.

13 years fleeing across Europe.
13 years of privation.

- Are you from France?
- No.

I'm Spanish actually.

Even better.

I'm not surprised
the land of Cervantes and Calderén

has people who appreciate my books.

A foreign admirer
is an author's supreme reward.

I'm so glad.

Not as glad as I am.

A dedication?

No, please.

I have two copies of Rage left.

I'll gladly sign one for you.

I won't deprive you.
I'll bring my own copy one day.

You've made an old man very happy.

A man sentenced to death for his ideas
and exiled

in a land
whose tongue he doesn't speak.

Mother of God!

Those damn kids are hell!

Pedro Rubio nearly knocked me over!

You're your father's daughter.

Bone idle!

You left all the laundry in a mess!

My companion, Manuela.

She was very kind when my wife died.

I understand.

She was one of Seville's best dancers.

She doesn't dance now, she drinks.
But she was pretty.

Judge for yourself.

Very pretty.

Introduce me.

Mateo Diaz.

- Diaz of the bulls?
- Yes.

Mother of God!

Sorry, it's laundry day.

Wait...

Spare the gentleman your dumb memoirs.

This is my justification,
the explanation of my life.

Your life's disgusting.
Talk about mine instead.

I'm a great dancer, you know.

I barely believe it myself.

Could a Spanish publisher
be interested in this?

That was Granada.

There were two kings applauding me
that night.

I just thought of a nice title:
A Voice in the Desert.

Very nice.

I'll bring my book.

All right. Thank you for coming.

My respects, ma'am.

Come here, Eva,

my darling, my French beauty.

Think Don Mateo came for your father?

Like me, he doesn't care about him.

You're the one he wants, sweetheart.

Run. Catch him on the stairs!

Don't let him forget you.

It's me again.

I just remembered I know
Jose Luis Pacheco, the publisher.

- Pacheco!
- I'm sure he'd be interested.

Introduce her!

My daughter, Eva.

Don Mateo Diaz, of the bulls.

Delighted.

The prettiest girl in Seville.

Shut up, stupid.

The lady is right.
You're very pretty, miss.

- I'll see you out.
- We eat soon.

No rush. Your food can wait.

Goodbye.

I'll send you a letter of introduction
for Pacheco.

You're happy now. You've seen.

Yes, and I'm ashamed.

Why?

That idea of offering you
a lighter to dine with me

I acted like an oaf.

By seeing me as a tart?

I'm very free, you know, I do as I want.

Many great artists' daughters
are whores.

That's not the case though.

Such nobility and dignity in misfortune.

You find Manuela dignified?

She'd sell me to anyone.

Unaware of what I'm worth.

Obviously, a lover
would protect you better.

Wouldn't he?

I'd protect you better.

You'd like to be my lover?

I'm dying to be.

It would be hard.

I love hardship.

I'll give myself entirely.

I'll accept you.

You won't kiss me without loving me.

I'll love you.

Nor without me loving you.

I realized that.

I'd like to love you.

But how can I?

Wait a while.

Promise not to lose heart yet.

You neither.

You'll have to content me.

You know women.

A man can never truly know women.

Really?

What about me?

Aren't you interested in who I am?

I know who you are.

You're a handsome fellow,
in shape for his age.

Pretty smile, pretty teeth.

And strong too.

Very much my type.

Please, we can't part like this.

I must see you again.

You'll find an excuse.

Adios!

- Are you French?
- Yes.

All this and French too!

You'd better believe it.

Interested in 200 pesetas a week?

I'm sorry?

My final offer.

Dancing at Arabadjian's is an honour.
You should pay.

If you work the customers well,
you could make 500. Men are stupid.

500 pesetas?

Say if you're not interested.

Shut your mouth, you!

Listen...

Our motto is "Teeth, tits and thighs".

You'll reign triumphant!

You can dance?

Three years of study.

- Show me.
- All right.

No way.

She's not for your club.

She's not ready.

That old devil Arabadjian.

Fancy, that young fool Albert!

Want to hire my friend?

She'd delight your clients and mine.

No way.

- You'll see.
- No way, I said.

Why?

What?

- A virgin?
- Not true!

Make her swear on the Madonna.

Go on, swear.

It's a scandal. And a miracle.

You won't hire me?

You're mad!
They'd burn my place down.

The harm you've done!

- Me?
- Yes, you.

You can stay like that in this job
if people don't know.

You don't know him.

He has a club.

- Quite a club!
- A normal one.

Downstairs but upstairs, if you pay,
you get to know the dancers better.

They do things?

No, they watch.

Well then!

You have no morals.

The lady's carriage is here.

Get lost, I'm in a huff.

I'm delighted to inform you
that Miss Marchand is in a huff.

More politely, she's sulking.

The reasons for her sulking
are mysterious,

unpredictable and highly personal.

That all adds spice
to her already appreciable charm.

- Hey.
- What?

Know who Mateo Diaz is?

- Everybody knows.
- Really?

Mateo Diaz,
the world's greatest bull breeder,

13th-century mansion in Seville

with a Mozarab-style patio.

Country residence and ganaderia
at Dos Hermanas, 18 km away.

Gana what?

Ganaderia, a ranch
where fighting bulls are raised.

Very elegant, snobbish and rich.

Really? I like that less.

An admirer of women,
who admire him in return.

That bothers you.

Why? I can please a man if I want.

I know. You displease me.

The woman of my life
who displeases me.

For a Mateo Diaz,
you'd just be a number on a list.

Love is a lottery.
Maybe I'll have the winning number.

Eva

I'm kidding.

Know Eva Marchand?

Senorita Eva?

I'll take it to her.

Senorita Marchand?

Thank you.

What's that dress?

Some chauffeur brought it.

From Senor Diaz, I bet.
A real caballero.

You accept his gifts?

There's a card, look.

"Mateo Diaz presents his respects
to Mr Stanislas Marchand

and begs him to be his guest,
with his daughter Eva

at the St Cristobal ganaderia

for the celebrations
due to be held for the tienta,

the selection of young bulls,
on Wednesday, May 12th.

He would be happy to see Miss Marchand

"in the Andalusian dress
that he is delighted to send her."

And me?

I'm not invited?

This caballero is a brigand!

I defend this girl all on my own!

And I'm cast aside!

In my day,
Spanish men were real caballeros.

Your shitty Don Mateo
would have kissed my feet!

The world's gone to hell!

My poor Daddy...

You're the great Stanislas Marchand.

So you say.

Holy Mother, this is magnificent.

You'll look so beautiful in it.

What are you doing?

Who does he think I am?

I hope the terms suit you.

You just need to sign
these three copies.

- I don't agree.
- Why not?

The payment schedule
needs to be shorter.

Please excuse me for a minute.

You should have let me know...

But...

You can't just leave.

I knew you'd find an excuse to see me.

It wasn't bad,
but I brought it back anyway.

Wait while I sign a few papers.

Thank you, Don Mateo,

for inviting me here

and for this show
that reminds me what a celebration is.

You know Mr Stanislas Marchand,
the famous French writer?

My friend, the Marquis of Campovial,

just back from Paris.

His daughter.

Delighted.

You were in Paris?

- Did you see Montherlant's new play?
- Yes.

Some sherry, Miss Eva?

You're very beautiful.

The dress, probably.

Thank you for finally accepting it.

Did you give it to me
so I'd allow you to remove it?

Champagne!

Two glasses.

I had some once
and it tickled my nose. I love it.

Thank you.

To your loves.

I don't mean the old ones.

Will you offer me a glass, Mateo?

Another glass.

Where's your wife?

Maria Teresa is unwell.

You!

What did I say?

I'm sorry. I should have

I saw your ring,
but thought you were a widower.

I'm so naive.

What are all these animals for?

It depends.

Will you show me around?

Now, if you like.

But your guests?

They're numerous enough
to do without us.

Shall we go?

Watch out, a gallop now.

- Hold on tight.
- Yes.

Are you scared?

I'm only scared of you!

Are you really scared of me?

Yes. And I hate you.

Why?

- You have too much luck.
- Don't say that.

Too much luck.

Too much money.

Too many women.

Is that a crime?

I'd love to make you suffer.

Try.

You're scared of being seen.

Let him see us.

Let him see us!

Enough.

Enough, I said.

Let's go back.

Do you share your wife's room?

No.

Will my room be far from yours?

Not too far.

Carry on.

How are you, my dear?

You seem a little sad.

Yes, I feel a bit melancholy.

Mercedes is very upset.
Because of you, I'm sure.

I'll lose all my friends
because you make them suffer.

What a pretty girl.

Your new victim, I presume.

His victim? I doubt it.

It's not up to him.

Sorry, you're French.

Welcome to my home.

Eva Marchand. Her father,
the writer Stanislas Marchand.

My wife.

She really is very pretty.

You're not strong enough for her,
my friend.

You've had a drop too much.

14 years, dying for a drink!

The hangover you'll have!

Just think, a day without Manuela!

A night without Manuela!

They say women are the salt of life.

That's why men drink.

Help me a little.

Yes, good night.

Good night, my darling daughter.

Good night, my little pigeon,

my sweet beloved.

Off you go.

What is it, Eva?

It's me, I knocked over a lamp.

- A nightmare.
- I'm coming.

Where's the light?

Don't bother, I wasn't scared long.

It's nothing.

Don't get scared again.
Leave the door open.

I love you.

Meet me at 5 tomorrow at Realta's,

at the dance academy.

Ready, Vignal?

Yes, Mr Albert, for three.

A good table.

No flowers?

Mrs Vignal saw to that.

Is the crayfish gratin good?

Come and smell it.

This smells as good as Chanel!

The bill's for me.

Ok. Here, smell this.

You're edgy.

I have some big news for them.

- Good news?
- I don't know yet. The wine?

Chavignol first, then Mouton-Rothschild.

Just what's needed.

Thank you for coming.

Stop shaking me.

A kiss on a special day?

Why is it special?

You'll see. I have some news.
Sit down.

Mr Marchand...

Miss. The menu. It's all ready.

Do you like the menu?

Yes.

I should have gone easy last night.

You eat leftovers for months on end,

then the wine flows like water.

What's your news?

Wait for dessert.

No, I can't wait that long.

Dear Mr Marchand...

Got any aspirin?

Dear Mr Marchand...

You knew me as a boy.

And I knew Eva as a girl.

And that's why I waited.

Now, I make 15,000 pesetas a month,

I've almost found an apartment...

So, to put it in a nutshell...

Albert!

Wouldn't it be good
if Eva and I married?

Mr Stanislas Marchand's crayfish gratin.

Are you Stanislas Marchand?

The novelist?

Yes, I am.

I've waited for this!

Why hit this man?

Know who he is?

A poor man exiled for his ideas.

Exactly, his ideas.
This man is vermin.

He's contemptible.

A murderer has excuses, not him!

My name's Berthier.

Berthier!

Remember, you bastard??
Andre Berthier.

He was my father.

You denounced him.
He was arrested and died in Auschwitz.

- You're wrong.
- I'm wrong? You shit.

I saw the letter you wrote.

Signed with your famous name.

Dad!

His daughter? I pity you.

I'd kill him if he was worthy of it.

Does she often miss the class?

- Who?
- Eva Marchand.

It's the first time.
She must be sick.

Today?

Today of all days?

What time is it?

Ten past six.

Surely it isn't true?

How often do I have to say it isn't?

That young man seemed honest.

All madmen appear honest.

Dad didn't answer.

How can you answer a raving lunatic?

Forget it. Your father's a gentleman.

I have to believe you.

Don Mateo,
are you interested in Eva?

Is that your business?

Yes.

I've been giving her lessons for free
for three years now.

I believe in her.

I'll refund you.

It's not about the money.

Leave the girl alone.

She can't do anything for you,
nor you for her.

She isn't a woman, she's a dancer.

Thank you for the lesson, maestro.

I have to cook dinner.

No time to lose.
I'll take the plunge.

You couldn't reply earlier.

I'm not complaining.

We were overtaken by events.

So here goes.

Sit down.

Either you say yes

and it's the mayor, St Lorenzo's,
the wedding march...

Or?

Or I leave for Paris tomorrow.

Train 17, carriage 5, seat 32.

I'll have no reason to stay.

Thursday, May 16th.

A year ago, I set myself May 16th
as my deadline.

So...

The glove

or the train?

Why not tell me last week?

Last week, I still stood a chance?

Yes.

And now it's too late?

You love someone?

Do I even know?

You don't know?

I keep wanting to slap him.

Or kiss him.

Or both at once.

Like me with you.

I'm angry at him

for being handsome and rich,
for having it all.

That can work out, you know.

I always want to be in his arms.

When I am, I only want to hurt him.

That's right, that's love.

Well, your kind of love.

I was supposed to see him today
at 5 o'clock.

I stood him up.

I felt unhappy.

I consoled myself thinking he was too.

Because of me.

Too bad there's no train tonight.

Your mind's made up?

Seriously, I won't see you again?

Live without your friend?

That's impossible.

I'm not the one leaving.

You left a week ago.

I'm not up to it.

You want to hurt that fellow,
yet hurt me without realizing.

It's unbearable.

Farewell, Eva.

Try to be happy.

Albert!

I was fond of you, you know.

You made a fool of me.

Let go, you brute, that hurts!

Doing that to me.

Who do you think you are, you wretch?

Let me by!

I know now why you weren't there.

You were with your lover!

Me?

Don't laugh, you idiot!

I saw you.

I just saw you kiss him.

You're saving yourself for him.
Last night

I'm not yours yet.
You haven't bought me yet!

Admit it.

Admit he's your lover.

Yes.

Yes!

He's young, handsome, cheerful.
He makes me laugh.

He's my lover!

I hate you. You disgust me!

Is it true, Dad?

What, dear?

What that man said.

Did you really denounce someone?

Denounce... That's easy to say.

You can't understand.

Berthier was a bastard.

He wrote foul articles about me.

He accused me of plagiarism.
Me, Stanislas Marchand!

I had a right to revenge!

I even signed my letter.

I had the courage of my convictions.

He said I signed it.

You won't cry over that?

- Hello.
- Who is it?

The French girl from Realta's.

Get lost, you.

They'll burn my place down.

Your thing is bad luck!

Are you superstitious?

Are you normal now?

I am normal.

About time.

Tell me...

Did Albert see to it?

Yes, it was Albert.

He won't get jealous?

He's left for Paris.

Men are so ungrateful.

Once they get what they want...

You won't believe this, but me too

I'm as nasty as the others.

I can believe it.

You want to make 100 pesetas a week?

- You said 200.
- I often lie.

Really?

You can make huge bonuses.

I do artistic evenings

condemned by society
and by the police.

The room upstairs...

My regulars can be very generous.

They only look, agreed?

Of course, looking only.

I'll show you your room.

After you.

Brought your swimsuit?

You want to see my legs?

Better than that?

Yes, please.

That'll do.

- Trust me for the rest.
- I can't. If the others find out...

Looking only.

All right, I won't insist.

Good, you're bright red.

That was the slap.

Even if I'm used to them.

Not showing me my room?

No need now. The door opposite.

It's not the Ritz.

If you're too hot, leave the door open.

I see.

I don't care.
Anything's good enough for me now.

You greet me and the sun poorly.

You're here, in Seville?

You never come home.

I had to make the effort.

You haven't been to the ranch
for two weeks.

Not since the tienta.

I have to take care of business.

I'm surprised.

Your friend De La Cerna has been waiting
for you to sign the deal.

He hoped to meet you,
but you're not seen anywhere.

I'm working.

So why can't the notary reach you?

Neither can Miura, Escobar or Henriques.

They all complained to me.

Even the bulls are wasting away
in their master's absence.

I let you have your fun.

I agreed to be a victim or an idiot.

But I won't let you ruin yourself
for a girl you haven't had!

How dare you!

Forgive me.

You're right.

I've been ridiculous.

And you're as wonderful as ever.

Shall we go away to Paris?

When?

Right away, tomorrow.

That's the man I know.

How can my best student
dance in this seedy club?

This is my place here.

Your talent could take you far.

My father isn't a Spanish noble,
nor a French one.

This is my place, believe me.

This isn't a class.
Here, you pay to look.

At my age...

Old men all say that.

He wouldn't get much for his money
with you!

Shut your mouth, Frenchie!

I regret not giving your address
to Don Mateo when he asked.

He'd have stopped you.

- He asked?
- Five or six times.

Sadder each time, the poor devil.

He waited hours for you in the yard.

I didn't dare say you were here.

So I told him you'd left Seville.

So that's why.

Was I wrong?

Not at all.

Excuse me, I'm on.

Enrique has arrived from the ranch
with the luggage.

We'll take the classic route.
Madrid, San Sebastian, Bordeaux...

There's a beautiful Romanesque church
in Moissac,

with a splendid cloister.

Moissac, you say?

Could you answer that?

Hello?

It's for you.

A person with a French accent.

I'm listening.

It's you.

Why this silence?

Where are you now?

I can't tell you.

I just wanted to say
I'm not angry with you.

You weren't able to love me,
you're impatient.

No, we mustn't see each other again.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

the pearl of the Arabadjian Club,

the devil of voluptuousness,
the one and only

Eva Marchand!

Excuse me, I got interrupted.

Farewell, Mateo.
I loved you very much.

Hello!

I know.

We're not going away.

Good health, Don Mateo!

Will you offer me a drink, Don Mateo?

Good evening.

- Sit down.
- I can't, I'm late.

I know.

You're always late when I want to talk.

How many days have I sat at this table
without managing to speak to you?

I haven't counted them.

Seventeen.

Seventeen evenings
spent with your colleagues.

- Aren't they charming?
- They are.

But I might tire of it.

You?

I won't come back.

- See you tomorrow.
- I mean it.

You're mean.

Do you want to drive me mad?

Perhaps.

Perhaps I want a little madness.

I have to tell you something.

I'll be yours alone,

or whoever will have me.

Let her go. She has to work.

She can't just have fun with you.

Fun?

You're not pleased with her.

You must be patient with these honeys.

She kisses you on the forehead.
I saw her. That's good.

She uses your first name.
Even better.

She lets you pay for her colleagues.
Excellent!

What can I say,
these girls can be modest.

Excuse me.

Is your Mateo here tonight?

Yes, you can drink for free again.

The way he'd look
if he knew the dance you're doing!

Why don't you tell him?

You have beautiful eyes, Mateo.

Thank you.

But you're not able to see.

Seville is full of pretty women.
I have to choose.

So have you made the right choice?

Eva's not dancing tonight?

I've never betrayed a friend.

I didn't say anything.

Enough!

Get out!

Out, I said.

How dare you?

Be gone with you!

Monsieur gives orders.

How admirable.

How dare you?
You're not my father, husband or lover.

I am your lover!

Really?
You're content with very little.

Go on, hit me.

Don't be silly.

Why get so angry?

The men here...

Do I know them?
I did nothing wrong.

There's no bed or couch here.

Nor even chairs.

Those men could see you.

But what did I give them?
Nothing.

I danced. That isn't a sin.

You saw them sitting on the floor,

with their hats on.

You can't be jealous of some visitors.

You mad fool.

Who chases after the other?

Didn't I come to kiss you at home?

Haven't I proved my love enough?

What about me?

You...

You abandon your wife and your friends.

You neglect your affairs.

Those are things you don't do.
But what do you do?

Listen,

you'll leave this seedy club.
I'll pay off Arabadjian.

You'll move to a small townhouse.

You'll have servants,

pocket money and even a bank account.

A bank account?

- Can I sign cheques?
- As many as you want.

In a book like this.

Lovely!

Write one for me now.

For how much?

How much? 10,0007

10,000 pesetas?

- Would you give me 50,0007
- All right.

It won't change anything.

You'll wait till I say.

"Payable

to Senorita

"Eva Marchand..."

And 100,000 pesetas?

Do you love me enough?

"the sum of

100,000 pesetas."

"Payable to Senorita Eva Marchand,

the sum of 100,000 pesetas."

No.

No, no townhouse, no servants,
no bank account.

Forgive me, Mateo,
but you haven't understood me.

This seedy club
with these poor, humiliated people,

that's my world.

My place is with them.

The whole troupe
sets off on tour tomorrow.

Three weeks in Cadiz,
three weeks in Granada.

Everything sets us apart.

Farewell, Mateo.

Will we meet again?

You've already had your share.
You too.

All you do is eat!

Act like artists, dammit!

Two generous helpings.

I hope you'll like it.

Cold omelette, my love.
Do you like it?

I love it.

Here, a mouthful for Eva.

A mouthful for the woman I love.

A mouthful for the one
who'll be mine tonight.

Well, Don Mateo,
do you like meals like this?

Half kisses, half herbs.

I don't, no idea what you eat!

Good health, Eva.

I know what you're thinking.

After Spain's nobles,
you want the people!

I console him for knowing you!

And you say nothing, you cuckold?

Pig!

Grab her!

Rip her eyes out!

You evil cow!

Let go of me!

Bitch!

Get off me!

I'll kill you!

Damn, they broke my tooth!

Morenito, come and see
if the water's warm.

Cigar, Mateo?

You're wrong, they're the best in Cadiz.

I admire you, pal.

- I'm not being too familiar?
- No.

But I'll remain more formal with you.

I won't hold it against you.

I was saying I admire you
for thinking only of love.

Well, of Eva.

I understand you.

The best rear deck in Andalusia.

Morenito, let go of me.

Let go, will you?

She's charming.

Why did you invite the boy?

Well, she asked me to.

She adores you.

But these honeys
play with boys their age.

We're fine, of course.

Especially you, 43 years old
and so well-preserved.

But at 18

they like their food fresh.

I nearly tripped up on that damn step!

Good night, Eva.

Join me right away.

Perhaps.

I like it when you look so mean.

Open up, Morenito, it's me.

Eva, open the door!

Open this door or else!

You bitch! I'll kill you!

Both of you!

Come on, leave that door alone!

Is this any way to act?

For the last time, Eva, open up!

Leave the door!

You should hit her instead.

That's it, throw me to the ground!

Can't you see she doesn't want you?
You piss her off!

Coward! If I was a man...

What's going on?

He just entered the theatre.

He thinks you and...

Don't be afraid.
He won't touch you.

We did nothing wrong.

You're French.

Sorry, this is a tiny Montmartre.

But champagne will get you company.

The girls of Cadiz have such eyes...

Not again?

She adores you,
she does it to tease you.

Where is she? Getting ready?

Please!

If she wants to get killed, fine,
but not here.

This is an honest
and respected establishment.

Is she here?

- Please, think of your wife.
- Shut up.

Let off steam, but keep it between us.

You don't understand.

You respect her too much.
A woman has a breast over her heart.

You have to learn to play her guitar.

Can you do my dress up?

You're not afraid of dying?

Why? Do you want to kill me?
How funny.

Don't laugh!

Remember, I'm the only one
who can make you happy.

Sorry, I have to dance.

As shapely as a guitar!

What's wrong with you?

He's mad! What's going on?

Call the police!

Come quick, please.

That man hit a woman,
now he's fighting others.

Off you go.

Try to be calmer next time.

Don't pretend you don't know me.

I've been waiting three hours.

What do you want?
Haven't you made enough fun of me?

That's over now.

Why?

Because I was beaten and ridiculed?

Because I was in jail?

Yes.

We're alike now.

You have nothing left.

Only me.

THE END

Acknowledgements

4K restoration
by L'Image Retrouvée, Paris-Bologna.

Subtitles by lan Burley