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Hey! Beautiful, maestro!

Hey!

Hey, Toro!

Careful, Juan. We want him to be alive.

No problem.

Oh,

Toro!

You ripped my cape.

You'd be glad he didn't rip your balls off.

So I turned around, but only far enough so I could turn around again and look

him in the eye.

Then he'd be mine, right? Right.

Just before he knocked you over and I grabbed for his tail.

Right? Right.

I need a cigarette.

Juan, forget it.

I'm the messenger boy, Carmen.

You don't go to their houses every day.

I see the way they look at me.

They think I'm less than them. They think I'm stupid.

I see what they think.

Ole, maestro.

He can see.

Tell me something.

What does all this get you?

You spend more time talking about them than thinking about you. Spend a little

more time training at the back of the slaughterhouse, and you might get

someplace. I know who I'm going to meet.

Chiripa, why do you always have to do that?

Chiripa, Chiripa, Chiripa, Chiripa, what Chiripa?

You spend half the time I spend with him, okay?

All I hear is bulls and matadors.

We are 19, and peace poor, right?

Who's going to help us if we don't help ourselves?

Nobody, Juan, forget it.

You're gonna be fighting bulls at the back of the slaughterhouse for a long

time, before anything happens.

I don't need anybody's help.

I'll get what I want on my own.

Hey, hey!

It's me you're talking to.

The guy you grew up with, remember?

I know better.

You don't know anything.

He's worried about you.

He hates it when you're always angry.

Am I?

A lot of the time.

Well, you must do what you want to do.

You know that, don't you?

Where the hell have you been? Look at you.

Where the hell have you been, goddammit? They call from work, looking for you

again! Don't yell at me.

Don't yell!

I won't yell as much as I want at you. I had to beg them to keep you job.

You come home drunk and I'm not supposed to yell? Who do you think you are?

You stay away from work!

And think we don't know why you come home smelling like shit from rolling

around in the goddamn dirt with bulls? Antonio, Antonio, please, the neighbor.

Mangustias, look at him.

Look at him. Your little Juan comes home at 3 in the morning, dead drunk, loaded

with more stories about bulls, and what does he care?

Ask him, huh? What do you care?

Tough guy.

Wants to stand up to the bulls.

You cannot even bring enough money into this house to keep your own mother from

starving. That's what you think of her.

No, Juan, no.

Hey, he think he's in the ring, big brave man.

You're a joke.

Neither of you do anything about him.

So I went. I said truth.

When are you going to stop this?

You're a liar like your father.

I'm sorry.

Mama, I made three beautiful passes today. You should have seen me. You

don't want to listen.

It's not easy what Antonio asks.

He says, look at me, look at him.

He gave up a long time ago, and now he wants me to do the same.

I don't want to live crammed up in a place like this with nothing to do at

night except sleep because I'm too tired to do anything else.

I want things to be better for all of us.

Even Antonio.

You have to work.

You must understand, Juan.

Mama, I can do it. No.

You know what it did to your father.

I tell you.

Every time he went to fight the police.

I can't do that again.

Oh, Mama.

Mama.

Please don't cry.

Please.

I don't have to know.

Can you take that? Okay, go.

Hey, Tito.

Everybody's been through here three times and I'm still waiting in the

goddamn corner.

Because it'll be only when everyone is out. Not before.

That pig is punishing me, you know that?

Hey, Juan, where's it going?

Anything for me?

Take this one.

Diego Fuentes.

Wow. Diego Fuentes.

Diego Fuentes.

I'm not doing anything.

I'll go with you.

Okay.

Yes?

Message for Señor Fuentes.

I'll take it.

I was told it had to be signed by Senor Fuentes.

What is it, Andres?

A message for you. Message for you, Senor Fuentes.

He says only you can sign for it.

Well, come in.

So, let's see it.

What's the matter, Diego?

Problems? No, my love, no problem. It's from Madrid about the fight tomorrow.

Good.

Where do I sign?

Right here.

This way.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Please.

He's just like you and me. Comes from a small town, no school, no one to teach

him how to fight. He's a natural.

You should see the way he lives.

And he promised to help?

Yeah. So what are you going to do?

Your mother, remember?

You promised her you wouldn't leave your job.

Well, maybe this will make it different. What do you think?

I think a matador like him tells everybody the same story.

You'll see. Next week he'll call me.

Okay, but if he calls...

I'm your manager.

Your Mercedes, maestro.

You know what he wants to call himself?

What? Son of the Virgin.

What seminar does he attend?

Seminar. You know, that's something you never told me.

I don't know.

Might be a secret.

Most important thing is just going on.

Do I look sad, maestro?

What did you say?

I told him you're in the seminary and you need the money to finish.

Pretty good, eh?

I make a great manager.

Silence!

Silence!

Shut up, goddammit!

Ladies and gentlemen, we are just about ready.

to bring the first bull out for our traditional capea.

However, before our own young villagers begin,

Father Santos has asked me to allow an aspiring novillero called the Son of the

Virgin to make a few passes for us.

Son of the Virgin?

Son of the Virgin.

I think they used that one last week in my cousin's village.

He knows what's going on.

Hit the road.

Should we what?

Come on, Sharipa.

Wake up.

Wake up, Sharipa.

I'm sorry.

It can happen to any of us.

Hey, look at that, Paco.

We got a visitor.

Come on.

Leave him alone!

That's enough!

He's just a kid, Paco.

What she does is her business, not yours.

What's happening, Faustino? We caught him fighting one of the young bulls.

And now that bull, senora, is ruined for the ring, and your father lost a lot of

money.

Is he at the house?

No, he went to Madrid.

He will be back next week.

So, what do you have to say for yourself?

Come here.

Go on.

Hey, hey, easy, both of you. Paco, you do that again, you won't have a job on

this ranch.

Come here.

Please.

Who did this to you?

You're an animal.

Excuse me, Doña Sol.

But if we hadn't caught that kid and we sent that bull into the ring He would

kill anyone who comes near with a cape. So you have to beat him up?

What will you do with him?

Well, we'll put him in the bunkhouse until your father gets back Get in the

car, but Senora shut up

Is everything all right?

Yeah. Thank you.

Not at all.

I have seen a naked man before.

I'm sorry.

I'm not laughing at you.

Most men are afraid of me.

You're the first one I've had try to hide when I was the one who wanted to

look.

You could leave that stuff there. I don't need nothing from you.

Anything.

You don't need anything from me.

Then why are you here?

To get away from that crazy bastard with the cattle prod.

I want my clothes.

I can't let you leave here wearing these rags.

I'll see if I can find something for it.

In your size.

You want to try some?

No, thanks.

My mother's pants suit you.

Is she here?

No. My mother hasn't been here for years.

She hates Spain.

Ever since she divorced my father, she lives in Paris.

Relax.

Come on.

Sit down.

For someone who fights bulls, you're pretty scared of women.

I don't want any more trouble.

Do you live here?

Me? No.

I have a house in Seville, but I don't live anywhere, really.

I went to school in Switzerland, but I didn't like that.

So I left.

I went to New York.

Now I'm here, and I don't know where I'll be tomorrow.

What's your name?

Juan.

Juan Gallardo.

I'm so...

I know.

How do you know?

I heard the guys on the horses.

Did I hurt you?

What's the game?

What do you want from me?

The same thing you want.

Or do you prefer boys?

I didn't tell you you could do that.

Now get out.

No.

Use the servants' entrance.

Someday this house will be mine.

And you'll use the servants' entrance.

Hey, what happened?

You want to know? Your boss lady in there has a really strange attitude.

Look here, don't talk to me like that.

I'm not one of your street friends.

Show me a little respect.

Say, do you really want to fight bulls? Yeah.

I know a guy named Nacional.

He owns a bar in Jerez.

He was a banterillero.

I don't know if he still is, but you should go and see him.

Tell him that Faustino Garcia says hello.

He might help.

Thanks.

I'm going to Jerez.

There's a man there who can help me.

So Chilipa's buried, and now you can take what everybody's going to be

saying.

Shut up, Antonio.

I have to, Mama.

It's the only chance I'll ever get.

If I fall on my face, at least I tried.

Please try to understand.

I'll send you some money as soon as I can.

Juan.

I'm so sorry I did this to Chiripa, God.

Please forgive me.

I know you went down there because he told you about it, Juan.

Don't blame yourself.

Chiripa won.

They're out.

I'm leaving, Connery.

Someone's going to help me and Harris.

I always told you to do what you had to.

I don't want you to feel unhappy for something you didn't try.

Will you wait?

I don't know how long it'll be.

What do you want, Cade?

I'm looking for the owner.

What do you want with him?

That's none of your business.

Look, Cade, I know what you're looking for.

You're no different from any of the others who came around here looking for

Nacional to give them a hand.

If I were you, I wouldn't waste my time dreaming about bullfighting.

How do you know that's what I want?

And you probably don't even know why you want to fight.

I know why.

Oh, yeah?

Tell me.

I'll tell Nacional when I meet him.

You're looking at him.

I want to fight bulls because I could be the best.

I have talent and courage.

And you're modest.

How'd you find me?

Faustino Garcia.

He says to say hello.

Faustino Garcia?

How do you know him?

He caught me fighting a bull on the ranch where he works.

Talent and courage, huh?

Want to show me?

Anytime.

Lesson number one. Might not take much talent, but you need plenty of courage.

Clean it up.

What's your name?

Juan Gallardo.

Well, Juan Gallardo...

Don't you think it's strange Faustino sent you to a guy who owns a bar to

learn how to fight bulls? I don't need to learn.

I need to practice.

Good.

Very good.

At least now I know you're stupid.

Let's see what happens tomorrow.

When you finish, lock up.

You sleep up there.

Thank you.

. .

.

Look at that. That thing was eye to eye with him.

Here, look here. They gave him both ears.

That town never gave anything to anybody as long as I can remember.

You should sell cars, National, and forget about the bar.

He's good, Don José.

He's the best I've seen in a long time.

He's a cocky son of the bitch, but he's smart and he lessons.

And he has balls.

Big balls.

Has he ever fought with picadors?

Once?

Once?

Once is not enough for me.

I have to see him fighting with horses before I can tell anything.

Let's wait a couple of months and then we'll talk about it again.

He's ready for La Maestranza, Senor Marquez. And in a year he's ready for

Madrid, I guarantee it.

Maestranza, how can I put a kid into one of the greatest bull rings without even

seeing him fighting?

You put me in that bull ring and I'll make you rich.

Is that your bullfighter?

And how are you going to make me rich?

By fighting, of course.

He's got character.

If I decide to do anything with you, it's me who makes anybody anything.

You're not making anybody anything.

Okay?

Back to work.

He only fought once with Picardos.

There's only one thing I want, Don Jose.

If you decide, my name is Juan Gallardo.

And that's what I want on the posters.

Here we are, Juan.

The most important ring in Spain.

La Maestranza.

What do you think?

It feels different.

When the people aren't in the stands.

It will be like this whether they are there or not.

You're alone in the ring, Juan.

Just you, the bull.

And the fear biting at the bit of your stomach.

Crouch will be the farthest thing from your mind.

I'm not afraid.

Fear is the only thing will keep you alive in the ring.

Being scared doesn't mean you're not good.

It means you know what you're risking.

Not fame and money, Juan.

Your life.

And all those people in the stands...

I'm watching to see how close you're willing to dance with death.

Fear is your only friend.

I told you, I'm not afraid.

Juan. Carabato?

What are you doing here? I came to see you. I read in the papers that you were

going to fight.

So how's it going?

Not so good.

I quit fighting.

Why?

I don't have it, that's all.

Some do.

Like you.

So... I work in the rings.

Listen.

If things go good today, I'm gonna need an assistant.

Are you interested?

And who's going to pay him?

I will.

Out of my share.

I don't need much.

And if things don't go well today, you might be paying him with your tips from

the bar.

Don't worry.

Thank you.

Stick my cape over to Don Jose.

Yes, my sir.

For you, Don Jose.

Thank you.

Now?

Do I go now?

Easy. Not yet.

I'm going. Not yet.

What happened? What happened? You gave him more this afternoon than the rest of

the season.

Look at them. Look at them.

If you ever go into the ring to face a bull before I tell you it's the right

time, I'm gone. Okay?

Concentrate on the horse.

Ask for a change of tercio as soon as the picotos pierce him a few times.

Stay cool.

Nothing. This one's good from either side.

I can get both ears.

Just get out alive.

Don't be so reckless.

What's going on? Who's fighting?

Must be the new one. A guy called Juan Gallardo. They say he's from Jerez.

He's not from Jerez, bullshit.

He's from Seville.

And on top of that, he's my brother-in-law.

You think I'm going to let you in with a lie like that?

His brother-in-law?

Give me a break.

I don't want to go in, asshole. I don't like bullfights.

Now that's original.

Go ahead.

Go ahead, man. I hate bullfights, too.

Ah!

Juan Gallardo returns home.

This kid knows balls, and that's something you can't learn in proof, at

least. See, every animal has his own way of being, and the only way to know about

it is to address it directly.

Isn't that so, bud?

What?

Oh, yes, sure.

The boy also knows where to plant his feet.

That's rare among young bullfighters. And you haven't seen anything yet.

I've been following him for years.

Top bullfighters are made in the ring.

If you don't believe me, I'll sell Cordobés. Right, Don José?

I thought he was a private, but...

Who doesn't?

She's in the papers more often than Fulio Iglesias and Lola Flores together.

That woman could get her eyes out of a dead man.

Ah, the little Marquess.

Andalusian father.

Rich American mother. Just look at her.

I know her father, the Marquess, very well. I interviewed him last week.

Would you like to meet her?

Hi, Sol.

What are you doing here?

Hi, how are you? Fine, we're celebrating.

Do you know Juan Gallardo?

Senor Gallardo and I are old friends.

We met when he was caught poaching on my father's ranch.

The next bullfighting star.

By the way, your poacher has got two ears in the maestranza this afternoon.

Oh, so you're one of those now, are you?

Congratulations.

I don't go to the bullfights. They don't really interest me.

My mother used to say it was a savage, rich bull performed by barbarians.

Your mother was right.

There's no place for women.

Your mother obviously forgot to teach you some manners.

She didn't have time.

She was too busy working.

Hold it, darlings, hold it. The bullfight was over hours ago.

Your friend apparently hasn't figured that out yet.

I figured it out.

I prefer bulls. They have more class.

That's a new way of scoring with women.

Gee, I better get busy and write an article on it. Leave the boy alone. He's

nervous and tired.

That's all.

Come with me.

Nacional.

What a guy.

Without knowing me, he gave me a place to stay, pulled me out of the villages,

introduced me to Don Hussein, who is a Marquess. Did you know that?

If it wasn't for him, I would have ended up like Chiripa.

Is it true your father's not angry with me anymore?

He knows it wasn't his fault.

I was the one who talked him into it.

He didn't want to be a bullfighter.

I wish he didn't either.

What do you mean?

By the end of the season, I'll be number one in the rankings.

Being a novillero, I make more money than a lot of other bullfighters.

And if everything goes well...

I'll get my alternative.

And if things don't go well?

Carmen, please.

I don't want to spend the rest of my life praying that a bull doesn't kill

me.

I want you alive.

You don't understand.

Hello, Madeline.

Hello. Aren't you at least happy to see me?

Should I be?

Of course.

If you ask any of my friends, they'll tell you that I bring them good luck.

It's funny how things happen, isn't it?

Without reason.

I'm not one of your friends.

So how could you be lucky for me?

Could be.

I want to have a drink with you.

Invite me to your fight.

I want to see you kill.

One or two?

Don Jose?

Yes?

Two tickets for the lady.

Two tickets for the lady. Thank you.

So you're returning to Seville tomorrow?

Yes.

If you win, I'm going to give you a party.

And if I don't?

If you don't, you won't be alive.

The lady is to be desired, but run away from her woman.

Starting to sound like Matthew Knapp.

Well, it's just a friendly advice.

That's all.

Put my cape on, then we'll see.

Yes, Meister.

We are lucky, Juan.

This bull should give you a good fight.

Pay attention, goddammit!

Let's hope we didn't ruin the bull.

The most important day of your life and all you can think about is that bitch.

Think of the bull, God damn it.

Don't let the powers go to your head. Don't be discouraged or frightened with

failures.

With your permission.

But you can't offer that bull. Juan, what are you doing?

It's for you.

I hope he doesn't get reckless.

This bull's too smart to fool around with.

you

Didn't you say she was giving a party?

That's what she told me.

She doesn't seem to have many guests.

Maybe we're early.

I doubt it.

Maybe we're at the wrong house or it's the wrong day.

Who knows?

Well, you don't, but I do. I'm going to call for a cab and going home.

What about me?

What about you?

You take the bull by the horns.

And be very careful because this one is very dangerous.

I thought you weren't going to come.

Not too many people here at your party.

I remember the first time you kissed me.

You got better.

Come on in, sit down. I'll make you a drink.

I'm told a matador sometimes comes in his pants when he's in the ring.

Is that true?

What would you do if I was a bull?

There are many kinds of bulls.

Some wild, some gentle.

Some easy, some hard. What kind am I? You know what you are, soul.

You're the wildest, most difficult of them all.

So what would you do with me?

One can fall so deeply in love with a wild bull, up to the point of forgetting

everything. First, I wear you down.

Work you till you sweat.

Confuse you, so I could study you.

You enjoy the runs at my cape.

You're happy.

But then things change.

I humiliate you.

Make you understand who's in command.

Make you understand you could never win.

Then I kill you.

That's what I don't understand.

You fall in love with me.

You dance with me in front of the whole world.

And I'm a good partner.

You control me only to kill me.

Men are like bulls.

They can never be tamed.

Men are the easiest animals to tame, dear.

So easily fooled by superficial things.

Beauty, fame, money, reputation.

Fools who can't see deeper.

Is that why you think I came here tonight?

I'd like to know what you think about when you kill.

It's hard to describe.

I'm not human when I kill.

The animal inside me enjoys conquering, but...

Ten seconds later, a sadness flows

through me, the sight of seeing my partner lying dead.

Someone else did it, not me.

You try to kill me?

Not yet.

Not yet.

How far can you take it?

How far can you take it?

What do you want me to do?

I want you to hurt me.

Dominate me like you do one of your... Hurt me.

I want you to hit me.

Make me your whore, you know you want.

Oh!

Doña Sol, the beautiful, well-known aristocrat, seems to have captured the

attention of Juan Gallardo. The handsome young bullfighter has even dedicated his

next bull to her.

All of Spain is watching today for another brilliant performance by Juan

Gallardo.

Yes! It's a perfect Sunday afternoon!

Will he give us another one of his magnificent performances today?

Well, we hope so.

We have another native civilian fighting today, Pepe Serrano. Pepe Serrano.

Who is this Pepe?

He's old show.

That's why he's popular with the crowds.

He's even more reckless than Juan was.

Well, he won't last long.

I hope you're right.

Oh, there you are.

I was about to send one of the women up for you.

Are you going to be late?

No, I want to get out to the ranch tomorrow.

I want to see what you've done while I was away.

Wait till you see it.

Would you like to come with me tomorrow?

I promised your mother to take her shopping for little Antonio's wedding

dress. Juan, we better go.

Adios, Carmen.

Congratulations, Pepe.

I'm glad you're doing well. I'm glad you're back, because now I can make you

sorry for saving your life.

What? I will wipe you off the map.

I love the smell of you, Matador.

First thing that attracted me to you.

Told me I needed a bath.

You did.

I love the dirt of you.

Sweat pouring out of you.

I never met anyone like that before you.

Why are you here so?

Why do you always have to ask me why?

It's as if why was the only word you knew.

I don't know why I'm here.

More than I know why I went or why I'll leave again.

Why is a word for people who want to believe there's an answer for

everything. There are no answers, Juan.

There's only now.

Don't be afraid.

He just wants us to know not to get closer to the heart.

So that's what it feels like, huh?

Bye.

That's why he didn't want me out at the ranch the last two weeks.

I called.

But they left yesterday.

I don't know where they are.

Probably at her place.

Why did you do this, Antonio?

What? Are you taking his side?

Even when you see what a fool he's making of us all?

It's time you found out who your son really is.

Shut up.

You owe Juan the house you live in.

Even the clothes on your back.

All Seville is laughing at you.

All Spain is laughing at you. And you sit there telling me to shut up.

Get out.

He forgets about his family while he's off playing with that bitch.

And you two defend him.

He's forgotten you, Carmen.

Get out of here.

Get out!

You're awake.

What time is it?

It's very late.

Is she the one you're with when you tell me you're out hunting?

Or when you need time to yourself?

Or is it when you have to meet with Don José?

What are you talking about?

Doña Sol, why are you going to lie to me again?

What do you know about her?

I don't want to know anything about her.

I don't care about her.

It's you.

You are making a fool of yourself.

Don't talk to me like that.

Do you expect me to sit all day at home and pray for you while you are out

having a good time, not caring about what people say about us?

Do I deserve this?

I'm your wife.

Or did you forget that?

We don't even make love anymore.

Things are different.

I've changed.

You don't even know what you are doing.

That slut has changed you!

Slut?

She's ten times the woman that you'll ever be.

She's not like you, sitting around here all day doing nothing with yourself

until you decide to go shopping.

And she has breeding.

Something that you'll never have.

The people I know now wouldn't give you the time of day.

And you think you are one of them?

You are wrong!

You are a bullfighter who's popular.

The minute you slip from the top, they will drop you.

You are blind, Juan.

You are nothing but a dog to her.

It doesn't work anymore, Carmen.

Let's not fool ourselves.

What's bothering you?

I left Carmen.

What's the matter? Don't you love the little woman anymore?

I love you, Saul.

I just left my wife for you.

I want to marry you.

Me?

Get married?

I don't think so.

I want you to live with me.

Don't you understand? We can't go on like this.

I can.

Look.

I like sleeping with you.

A lot, even.

Which is more than I can say for a lot of the men I've met.

If you want to keep seeing me, you have to

remember one thing.

You don't control me.

And understand this.

No matter how many ears you cut, no matter how high you climb,

you'll always be a made son to me.

You bitch.

You knew that the day you met me.

See?

There is a lady here to see you, Senora.

At this hour? Who is it?

It's Senor Gallardo's wife.

The famous Carmen?

It's your wife, Juan.

I wonder what she wants.

Tell her to leave.

You'll do nothing of the kind.

Be rude to your wife, Juan. I couldn't. Tell her you're not here.

And lie?

So Mrs. Gallardo will marry her.

Are you crazy?

Get rid of her.

Señora.

Come in.

Sit down.

Carmen, isn't it?

I think you know why I'm here, señora.

More or less.

But call me soul, everybody does.

Would you like some tea?

A little breakfast, maybe?

Well, then.

What little drama do we have today?

I don't want Juan to know I've come.

I want you to leave him alone.

Doesn't he give you enough attention, dear?

If he doesn't, he's a fool.

I find you very pretty.

Please, senora.

My name's Sol.

Please don't call me senora.

And don't cry.

Not worth your tears.

You have many men.

I only have one.

You're asking for him back.

Say it any way you want.

He's my husband.

Look. I'm not stealing your husband for good, dear.

I'm really not interested.

I just borrow him when I'm here.

You've got him the rest of the time. What more do you want?

Honestly, I think the problem is between you and Juan.

You really should be talking to him.

Reunited? How lovely.

He's all yours.

Carmen, why did you come here?

Oh, there you go again with your silly wives. Carmen, please, wait. If you

leave now, I don't want you back.

Besides, you haven't had your breakfast.

Why did you have to humiliate her?

Why do you care about her?

Serrano is the latest hit of the season.

As long as your courage doesn't die out, you'll get me bulls that charge well,

and you'll see how I get carried out loading on the shoulders of my fans,

too. That guy Serrano is on his way to the top. That guy is a clown.

Those weren't bulls he were fighting, they were oxen.

Well, let's go to the hotel and have some rest, because tomorrow morning we

are leaving very early for St. Lucar. You go ahead. I want to drive my car.

Isn't it better if we pick you up?

No.

I'm going to spend the night in Seville.

Wait for me in Sanlucar.

In my time, this kind of broads used to follow the bullfighter.

Not the opposite.

What kind of broads? Horse.

Easy, Juan. That's enough.

Didn't mean it that way.

Take it easy.

Just be careful the way you talk to me.

Wait, Juan!

Wait!

Just a minute, Juan.

Mind your own business.

I know what I'm doing.

You haven't the faintest idea about what you're doing with your life and your

career.

Your life is your own problem, and I'm not going to give you any advice you

don't want to hear.

But I'm your manager, and I get paid to take care of your career.

So do it and leave me alone.

You always say talent and courage.

Isn't that what you say?

I've seen many, many careers destroyed because preparation and concentration

were not respected.

And then, of course, alcohol becomes a substitute.

It happened to better bullfighters than you will ever be.

Nobody remembers them now.

another disappointing afternoon for one guy out his fighting is clumsy and

lacking in courage what is his heart we so admired in the past he's in bad

physical shape too he even seems to be afraid of bull what a disaster the crowd

has turned against him but he doesn't even seem to notice

I want to get some sleep.

So go.

How long are you going to keep these up?

I never said a word to you.

Kept my mouth shut.

Even lied to Carmen thinking it would pass.

What are you going to do now, Juan?

Don't even have a bed to sleep in.

You're on top of the world and walking through hell at the same time.

You're asking for trouble.

But his wife, she is something.

I don't want to stay too long.

I have to get up early for the fight.

So go.

Look who's here.

Aren't you going to introduce us?

Get lost, Pepe.

Pepe Serrano.

So?

He doesn't like me.

Because I'm going to be in the ring with him tomorrow.

Makes him very nervous.

The ring isn't the only place where I bother him.

I'm more of a man than you inside the ring and out.

Now get lost.

You.

Want me to leave?

Stay for a drink.

Either he leaves or I leave.

Shut up.

Why don't you try hitting somebody your own size?

Hey, maestro.

Yes,

I'm his manager.

What? No, no, no, nothing happened, señora.

He's not with her anymore.

After what happened the other night.

What are we going to do now?

Call his wife, don José.

Poor girl has been three naff already. Besides, she doesn't know anything.

You know what?

Your matador is a disaster.

Cancel the fight.

I can go to jail for all I care.

That must be Juan.

What kind of party is this? Did someone die?

Yes, Don José. Well, thank you, girls, but now you must go.

The ladies are staying with me.

We're going to take a bubble bath.

But first, tell these gentlemen who you are, ladies.

You are heavy, hon.

We're just too tired, hon. Now, can we go to sleep or not? All women are

whores. Go ahead, tell them.

Yes, all women are whores.

That's enough, Juan.

The bullfight starts at six.

Why do you think I came here?

Now we're going to jump in the tub.

And everything's going to be all right.

Come on, let's go.

Are you drunk?

You've drunk enough of me. Pepe Serrano steals that whore from you.

You want him to steal your place, too?

Sorry.

Find yourself another banderillero.

Maestro. You're drunk, Juan. You can't fight.

I could fight if I was twice as drunk.

It's too dangerous, Juan. I'm going to cancel the fight.

You do that and I kill you.

I'm going to fight, Jose.

With or without you.

Carmen? What do you want, Juan?

I'm alone, Carmen.

It was a mistake.

It was all a stupid mistake.

Nacional is gone.

Everybody's leaving.

I'm alone, Carmen.

What do you expect me to say?

Come home?

Everything's all right?

All's forgiven?

I don't know how I'm going to make it up to you.

But I will.

Please give me a chance.

We tried that one.

I don't believe you anymore.

It's too late.

I'm scared.

For the first time in my life, I'm scared, Carmen.

No. You're drunk and you're lonely.

That's all.

If she calls tomorrow, you will go running back to her.

You made your decision the day you stayed in her bedroom, Juan.

I love you, Carmen.

Please.

Carmen?

Carmen.

Thank you.

Promising day for the fans here at the Maestranza. This beautiful bullring is

piled. Juan Gallardo, who was the favorite until only recently, is

fighting today in his native city facing his closest rival, Pepe Serrano, who's

had... How did you do that?

We can't play with all that noise.

Where's the flask I told you to bring?

Please, Juan.

Give it to me.

Give it to him.

If he doesn't care, where should we?

Bitch.

It's no good pissing about here now, son.

Stay cool.

You have too much shit!

As we are in our times, and women fall into temptation.

You're going.

He said, give it to me.

Juan, what's the matter?

Lay off.

Didn't want to tell you.

Carmen's here.

Where?

There.

Come on, Juan.

Show them you're still the great Juan Gallardo.

It's for you, Carmen.

I don't know.

It's in your neck.

What you saw, the most beautiful woman in Seville.

Thank you.