All language subtitles for La Dolorosa 1934 Jean Gremillon - Rosita Diaz Gimeno, Agustin Godoy, Mary Amparo Bosch ItaEng

The Pained One

Look at this.

A treasure that will be lost
to the ravages of time...

unless we protect it with our devotion
and your talents.

I fear my talents may fail me in this.

- Might someone else be more qualified?
- You are being modest.

There are in this very convent countless
examples of your masterful skill.

More than ever, Your Reverence,
I hope you are right.

If not for his mother, Jesus would have
denied his divine call as well.

Close up, Perico.
And leave the key in the cottage.

You can rest easy, Your Reverence.

I get it--you're a cuckoo.
But I don't have time for you.

- I have something to tell you.
- Well then, spit it out.

It's embarrassing.

What?

- Now I really have to see the Prior.
- I knew I shouldn't have told you.

- Don't cause a scene.
- Of course not. Don't get all worked up.

It's not that. I just have to go
and attend to my duties.

Be assured, Your Reverence, that I will
not leave until my work here is finished.

I place all my hope in you and plead
to God for the success of your work.

- Prior.
- May God watch over you.

Come closer, Perico.

Watch it.

Don't take advantage of my generosity.

Don't you like it?

Of course.

More than smoked bacon.

It's just that...

My God! The key!

Did someone ask for coffee?

No one.
But I thought you could use some.

Not now. I'm busy.
Can't you see that I'm drawing?

Yes, and on an empty stomach.

Just have one drink. Without nourishment
your skin will stick right to your bones.

- Just leave me be.
- I won't.

And to think I almost didn't
leave the house today.

Help me, Don Serafín.

Help me convince this rebel that one
must eat in order to stay alive.

Well, naturally.

- You really ought to listen to her.
- I'm done with this.

Please, none of that.

Catalina may be frank but
she has your best interests at heart.

This one would stay cooped up in his
room all day if he had the choice.

You need to live more in the moment.

Get ready. We're taking you to a party with
eligible women and we'll raffle you off.

I'm so pleased to meet an artist
that's so young and so talented.

- Don Serafín exaggerates.
- I don't think so.

She said it, not me. Did I exaggerate
how adorable she was?

- Surely not.
- Oh, you're all too much.

- Will you be in the drawing?
- I'm not much for party games...

- ...but if you insist.
- Insist? I demand it!

And now I know whose
name I hope to draw.

When do you think
your daughter will marry?

That's difficult.

- Some day soon?
- I don't mean to hurry her but

even with many years left,
I fear I could miss out on the best ones.

- What's stopping you now?
- No, Don Serafín.

- Just look at you.
- Please.

- Is Dolores seeing anyone?
- Not that I know.

Though she doesn't look it,
she's very discriminating.

I'm sure when she chooses a man
he'll be the one.

Sure...

- Have you ever played "Wild Chance"?
- I've never heard of it.

- It's a very old game.
- And easy. Very easy.

Some slips of paper say a name.
Others say what you're dared to do.

You draw one from each and
whatever you take...you have to take.

- Understand?
- Not a word.

- I said I'm not much for games.
- You'll get it!

You write a name.

You another.

And you write the dare.

Good.

Are they all here?

Who's going to draw?

You.

What luck!

- Sweet nothings.
- What? With me?

Who loves you like me, little cupcake?

Such an adorable little head.

Oh, my cute little painter.

Time to present ourselves as a couple.

You have your mind made up.

I can already see us
heading to the chapel.

Here, have a seat.

Now pose for the portrait.

This is unnatural.

- I can't do it.
- But it's just for pretend.

Oh, well in that case...

But I think...

What?

I think that Rafael could spread the word
better than a mailed announcement.

But do you think he'll even
want to be at our wedding?

Yes, I'm sure he'll come.
He lives for these sorts of things.

Hey now.

- Don't get fresh.
- But darling...

In that case,
we'll have to write Rafael.

Yes, yes. Fine.

And when it's time for the portrait,
I'll put my arm like so...

And then my head like this.

- No, like this.
- And I'll do this.

The artist will call us
the model couple.

"Hold it, hold it. Don't move."

- Too late.
- We have angered God.

Had your fun?

- Father, don't be a brute.
- I'm only getting started.

I'm on to you.

- We were just here...getting a drink.
- From that crock?

It's not what you think.

What's going on here?

Uncle Bienvenido, he's going to crush me.

Yes, sir.

He speaks of marrying Nicasia
in this very room!

You!

You.

- You are my son?
- Yes, sir. So says my mother.

Enough.

I open my arms to you in kindness
and this is how you repay me?

I'll take the blame when it's deserved
but you don't even let me defend myself!

Why I...

Don't.

Let go.

The truth is...

Perico and I are in love.

It's true. I love her.

And we were planning the wedding,
even the portrait.

Yes, we've got it all figured out.

No more, no less.
And no less, no more.

The portrait, José.

Even the portrait.

- You've always wanted a portrait.
- That's true.

We'll talk about this later.

Fine then.

Enough for now.

It's already purged from my memory.

- It's for the best.
- Yes, sir.

Go on now.

Wait.

Now that I know of your plans...

- Before I can give you my blessing...
- You tell him.

- I need to know that you're not joking.
- No, sir.

Good.

- And don't forget it.
- I won't.

- Go to your room.
- To your room, my dear.

That's how it's done.

- I can tell you want to ask me something.
- Me?

No, wait. Let me guess.
It's something you don't dare to ask.

I wouldn't be a woman
if I hadn't noticed.

Tell me this instant or we're finished.

You're right.

- But it would pain me so...
- Oh, don't worry.

I don't want to cause you any pain.

Let's go over there and relax.
Forget about your art.

Here by your side, I wouldn't change
places with the happiest man alive.

Careful what you say.
That's akin to a declaration of love.

Dear Rafael.

No.

Most esteemed...

...Don Rafael.

It would give us great pleasure
to enjoy your presence at our home...

for Nicasia and I's marriage.

You'll see when I put on
My earrings and my necklace

And my gloves so elegant
And my mantilla with the silk bobbles

All the single boys will envy you

Because you love a girl
Nobody in Zaragoza could compare with

You'll get a good deal
If you set up with me

I'll also whet the appetite
With my smart clothes

And my cigar of medium size
And here, in my ear, a pretty flower

All the single girls
will be jealous of you

Because you've bagged a landowner

With more horse sense
than has ever been known here

The deal is really smart
More for you than for me

F: I know how to move as you can see
M: This woman really gets me going

Nicasia, Nicasia, Nicasia
I don't know how you do

Those gymnastics
That make me so giddy for you

Perico, Perico, Perico
If you're seasick

Get off to the doctor
but don't infect me

I'm so tilted
I've lost my compass

The doctors
Would give you nothing better

The pleasure is opened up to me

Thinking about the honeymoon

- Good night, Mother.
- See you tomorrow.

Oh, Dolores.

I love you.

Natalio.

- I hear someone.
- I'm sure it's just your neighbors.

I'm afraid, Natalio.

I'm afraid.

It's all right.
There's nothing to fear.

Listen.

Now do you hear it?

Who is it?

- What are you doing here at this hour?
- I could ask you the same.

Quiet. Please, quiet.
My mother can hear.

I accept your wishes, even though
they don't appear sensible to me.

The will of the Lord
can also be difficult to understand.

This is my only refuge, together with
Your Reverence and the brethren.

My son, God's house is open to everyone.

May the success of your endeavors
match the firmness of your conviction.

May you find here the peace
that your soul requires.

I'm here.

- Do you have a minute?
- Go on.

The painter Don Rafael,
I saw him at the convent.

Like always, he's there to paint.

No, he's studying to be a monk.

- Could it be because of a woman?
- Naw, I doubt it.

He doesn't have it in him.
Me on the other hand...

At times the urge is so strong
I can barely contain myself.

- Is that so?
- Yes, but I manage.

What a waste of time.

By the smirk on your face,
I suppose you must waste a lot of it.

- You pray and wait for him to come.
- What? So he can marry you?

- Get out of here.
- To be away from me?

- I need to break something.
- What's going on here?

Nothing, besides your son
becoming a monk.

No, Mother, nothing.

It's the painter Don Rafael,
giving his life away at the convent.

I saw with my own eyes.

All offerings be to God.
The day is finished.

Do you feel you can handle
the strict regime of an ascetic life?

This is my hope. Faith in the mercy
of God and in the Prior's prayers.

By the power of God and the Order,
vested in me and in my brothers here

I admit you among us,
and grant you access

to all the powers that you may require
to prosper in your stead.

We dismiss you now with God's blessing
that all your ways will honor Him.

What's with you?
What's wrong, my daughter?

Nothing. Leave me be.

You've changed.
You were once so full of life.

Why don't you want
your friends to come?

I don't know, Mother. I don't know.

Not today either, lady.

Dolores, my daughter, what is it?

- Darling...
- It's nothing.

It's...

Darling, tell me again
how you love me so.

Tell me straight.

Do you truly love me?

- Will you love me always?
- Always. I love no one else but you.

I love no one else but him.

Him alone.

My poor girl. You'll see how soon
you are able to move on.

No, I couldn't.

It's not possible.

You love him that much?

He's the only man I have ever loved.

Don't fret, little one. At your age,
such injustices are fleeting.

Mother, you couldn't understand.

If you suffered like I do,
you would never forget it.

I need him back here.

What are you saying?

Leave me be.

Pay me no mind.

You know I can't do that.

I can't ignore what's behind your words.

What you want to hide but are unable.

I do understand.

It's the truth.

Mother, I've lost my soul.

Forgive me.

Listen to me. Listen to me.
You're not listening.

Answer me.

- You haven't forgotten anything?
- It's all in order.

- And my coat?
- It's there.

I can leave then. She'll be coming soon
and I don't need to be here to see it.

Be well then. Have a good trip.

Thank you.

- I'll just carry your bags over.
- Good, thanks.

What do you want here?

Why have you come?

To find you,
even though you don't want me to.

But...

To remind you of something
you seem to have forgotten.

- It's just that right now, I...
- You, right now, are all I have left.

I understand.

You see then?

She died?

Yes.

Because of you.

I haven't come so that
you might pity me, but for...

your son.

Give me just one moment.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right down.
Keep the car waiting.

It was good that you came to find me.

I couldn't abandon you,
especially not now.

- I've always loved you Dolores.
- I told you, that's not why I'm here.

- Of course. I understand. Poor thing.
- Let go of me.

Calm down.

Rest a while. My home is open to you.

I just have one quick thing to do,
and I'll be right back with you.

The cold rock of Calvary is hidden
Behind a black cloud up a solitary path

The Virgin Mother walks on

And her dear face like a lily flower
Has lost its color

And in her wounded breast
Are nailed the thorns of sorrow

Her shaking body bends
Under the weight of her grief

But she continues, walks on
As her ice-cold lips kiss the ground

Where a flower blossoms
At every drop of blood that falls

From Jesus the Redeemer

Dark pilgrim's emblems
Of pain turned to light

She walks on, walks on quickly

Because the Son is waiting for her
Dying on the cross

Woman and mother!

Of all the world

Most sacred

With my apologies, Prior,

I should say, the views of this novice
can only lead to mass confusion.

Father Lucas, even unfortunate outcomes
can serve to increase God's glory.

Surely, the man suffers a great pain
that we cannot understand.

Above all, it serves nothing to worry
about a problem that isn't a problem.

Here, put this in.

It's too quiet.

It would be nice to have
a mule right now

or at least better shoes.

Don't complain.
Just brace the cart and watch your step.

- Go find one.
- Who, me?

Yes.

- You do it, genius.
- I...

I have to do everything.

Hello!

Come out wherever you are!

Stupid bunch of...

...enough of this.

Hello!

I take it you could use a mule.

- You have mules then?
- Obviously.

Or should I wait for
some others to come around?

Come along then.

Thank you, ma'am. I tell you, working your
whole life with a clown is no way to live.

I have no feet to walk in the flowers

The only thing that moves me is my heart

- Get to work!
- I already am.

I'm looking at this thing.
That's work too.

Oh, I'm sure that it is.

You have so much work to do.

No wonder you have
no time to do mine.

Mother is needed in the kitchen

Come down the chimney, Mother

She...

I wonder how that new monk is faring,
all the freedoms he once knew vanished.

Ah, he's used to it by now.

One gets used to everything in life.

Is that everything?

Of course, have a seat. Stay a while.
Stretch out your legs.

You don't need to
talk down to me, buster.

Yeah, yeah.
Are you getting on or what?

It's a wonder you're able
to make a living at this.

I'll be surprised if we
even make it halfway.

What can I say?
Business is business.

Because of you,
now we'll get to the market late.

We will?

Let's get a move on then.

Giddy up!

Come on!

That way.

Come on, get the lead out. That way!

And you two, more work, less horseplay!

That way!

At the country party,

they can get married there.

- The boy already knows what it will take.
- Right.

Entertainment...

decorations...

The dowry...

Halt, halt.
What's this about a dowry?

Trust me.
It's worth every penny.

It's a dated tradition.

- Anyone says different needs a pounding.
- Now, now.

- You're just trying to exploit me.
- Excuse me?

Maybe one day I'll find you
a real woman and you'll see.

And my boy is worthless? When it's time
to work, he's always the first.

The first to sit down.

Look, if these are your concerns,
we'll call the whole thing off.

What?

- I'd be no worse off.
- Oh, really?

We'll see.

Halt, mules!

Stay!

Now we'll see if you have the nerve.

What are you doing?

I'm leaving with mine.

You can keep yours.

Do you get it now?

You're just going to leave me here
with one lousy mule?

It's just one mule,
but it's got four legs.

More value.

Good bye.

Wait!

Just a small dowry then?

And two churns of wine.
Or we call off the wedding.

Fine, get back here.

He's so confident, so strong, so proper.

We could all learn from
the young Brother Rafael.

His soul is as strong
as his hand with a brush.

He sounds too good to be true.

The Lord sends many good winds our way,
but many of them turn bad.

It's not like that, Father Lucas.

Come on! Don't give up now!

Wait! Halt!

Is that a person?

- How'd they get down there?
- Surely not on purpose.

Beats me. Let's find out.

Oh my, it's a woman!

- She doesn't look thrilled.
- There's a child!

Get it. Bring it up here.

Poor innocent child.

What could have happened?

- She isn't from around here.
- Beats me.

Hey, we should take the kid back home
and have the maid look after it.

Good idea.

- And Nicasia can help as well.
- Yes, good.

Hey, genius.

Get down here and help me carry her.

José, I'm holding the baby.
It's been traumatized.

- Of course, you're at your limit.
- What does that mean?

- I'll explain on the way home.
- Giddy up!

You say God can help me?

What does he care
about someone so insignificant?

That's the same Virgin that
came down from the heavens.

Hurry, hurry, Perico!
It's an emergency!

- It's your father.
- Is he all right?

No, not him. He found a woman
by the side of the road.

Poor girl. God knows
what could have brought her to this.

You should have seen her
there under the bridge.

I shouldn't want to.

- I'm here.
- Like this child from heaven. Take him.

You're just in time, Brother Rafael. We
don't know what to do to bring her back.

My son...

- My son...
- Don't worry, dear. He's in good hands.

- My son...
- You, look after the boy.

She needs her rest.
I'll stay here and watch over her.

You two as well.
It's best if you wait outside.

- Did you two notice?
- Notice what?

- That isn't just any woman.
- Who is she?

- No less than the Virgin Mary.
- Don't be stupid.

The Virgin that Brother Rafael has painted
on the convent wall. They're identical.

My God.

Why are you still unhappy?

Haven't I given you some hope?

None at all.

I couldn't convince him.

Then...

such a long way...

so treacherous...

- so cruel...
- Father.

It seems such a great
punishment for my error.

Ma'am, your son has finally woken up.

Should I bring him?

I feel much better.

I'll come up.

Wait, Dolores. Wait.

My son is calling.

It's my only joy.

Poor Dolores.

Sleep, my treasure while I am by you

And you'll lack neither
Kisses nor warmth

Sleeps in my lap
Little ray of moonlight

Sleep in this cradle of my love

Your mother guards you, my little star

Who is my joy and my sadness

Ea, ea

Take pity, Lord, on this wretched woman

Once, with my love
She could have been happy

But what's the point of dreaming
Of a love that cannot be?

My heart, your hope can never be reborn

Poor Rafael!
You still suffer for me

Without thinking that
My madness brought you to this

Be silent, heart
Since happy you cannot be

My heart, your hope can never be reborn

Dolores, do not blame yourself

Your pain fills me with repentance

My pain does not concern you
Let's consider only your plight

I am a mother and I am strong
And I know how to fight

Why not take your troubles to the man
Who lately wanted you so much

And if necessary, ask his pardon

Never! Never!
Damn the coward that stained my honor

And denies it and lies
When his crime is pointed out to him!

Damn him! Damn him! I'd sooner beg
Without honor or good name

Than be wed to a man of that sort

Damn the vermin that cruel and mean

Denies protection, love, and bread
To that little angel

Poor Dolores! Poor woman!
I do not know what to do to stop your tears

I have no hope of seeing you return to me

Enough dreaming
That love cannot be

- Good bye, Rafael
- Good bye

My heart, never more can you be reborn

- Ready for a rest?
- I could use some water.

It's like magic.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing. I just choked a little.

Listen.

- I'm thinking of something.
- What?

I feel sorry for that poor girl. Perhaps
your mother can do something for her.

I'm a man, and still it makes me cry.

Or we could help her.
We could watch the boy, see how we like it.

Fine, but...

- Don't worry yourself. We'd be good at it.
- I believe you.

- But what about when we have our own?
- Our own?

It could happen.

It does take two, you know.

Fine, do what you want.

- I'm happy as a pig either way.
- Mmm, you're better than rice with milk.

My father.

All right, that's enough.

Stop, I said!

Make a turn over there and come here.

Where are you going?

I have to gather
some things back in town.

Remind everyone there to prepare
for the celebration tonight.

Yes, Father.

Is here good?

I think so.

Keep moving.
Keep moving until your legs give out.

Do as I say.

The big night has now arrived

For all the farming boys

Today in the plains
They bring in the big crawlers

They need enough roses and good herbs

To fill the balcony of

The brown-haired girl with the pained heart

The big night has now arrived
For all the farming boys

Today in the plains
They bring in the big crawlers

They need enough roses and good herbs
To fill the balcony of

The brown-haired girl who pains my heart

Love

Love is a poison with the power to kill

A liquor

A liquor with the smell of an evil flower

Its power

Its power disturbs all who drink it

So curse and fear that love

Little flower of the orchard

Don't close your window today

Little flower of the orchard

Listen, awake, to the best song

The song of your night watcher

And keep your window open

So that love can enter

Tender cherry
I don't want a carnation

I want your little kisses
That taste like honey

My God.

Have mercy on me.

Brother Rafael, what are you doing here?

Prior.

Why aren't you out with the others?

I must confess.

The woman that was my life

Has been brought here by cruel fate

And looking upon the poor thing

A dormant urge awakens in me

In her arms she carries a child

Without even a home or a name

This injustice simply cannot be

Faith, that sinner, if it is pure

Over passion it places duty

And seeing her punishment
Floods my being with pain and torture

Love

The love in my soul is a rose of goodness

Its heat

Its heat keeps bright
The flame of righteousness in me

There are two souls pleading

Two beings crying

And their pain
Gives birth again to the love in me

Love

Love

It's serious. Very serious.

To test my faith, God has placed in my path
a woman it seems was made just for me.

Despised.

Sad.

- Alone.
- Alone, no.

God abandons none of his creations.

Sullied by a man unwilling
to fill his duties as a father.

- God cannot abide this injustice!
- Now, calm down.

I am filled with charity for this woman
and for this child.

To stay here, my condemnation
would be certain.

If I leave, perhaps I may find my calling
without sacrificing my devotion to God.

I always suspected you were not
meant for the pious life.

The initiation was a test
that you were not able to pass.

Follow the dictates of your conscience.

In the world, as here,
you will have my blessing.

Thank you, Prior.

Return to your quarters
and sleep if you can.

Tomorrow these doors, which have offered
you refuge from despair, will open for you.

As we have all seen

The fated lovers

Yes, the fated lovers

Share a love for all time

What's going on now?

What is this?

I'm so cockeyed I can barely even see.

I may be a while. Take a seat.

But I'm leaving now.

Just give me a minute.

Let's go.

My, you look terrible.

Woman, if I had any strength left...

I'd give you the boot faster than...

You're not coming, ma'am?

And try as the world might

It cannot break apart their love

But theirs is not
The only love there is to be

You have nowhere else to go?

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