All language subtitles for Carmen.2003.x264.AC3-WAF.Eng

THE TYRANT?
OF HIM SAYALL, SAY MORE!

AND STAB WITH THE FURY OF
A SLAVE'S HAND, THE TYRANT'S INFAMY.

WOMAN? OF HER BITE YOU MAY PERISH

BUT SULLY NOT YOUR LIFE
SPEAKING ILL OF WOMAN!

JOSE MARTI

Here come the cigarette girls!

My name is Jose Lizarrabengoa,
"The Basque� to most>

I was born

in a village in Navarre
23 years ago.

I joined the army

before I was 18.

My service record is spotless.

Get in the shade,
sweetie, or you'll melt!

Cook like you walk
and I'd lick your pan clean.

That arse must shit sweets.

I could eat you,
dress and all.

Hey, gorgeous!

They say women and cats
never come when you call,

yet come when you pay them no heed.

Hey, darling,

I fancy that chain of yours.

It's for my ramrod.

Where does that hang
at night?

Behind the door?

Want to count the moles
on my body?

"Mary appeared to the shepherds,

the children Melania and Maximus,

and told of plagues, wars
and famine in Europe,

and earthquakes the world over.

The Virgin said:

Melania, these words
won't always be secret.

You can publish them in 1858.

Society is on the eve
of its worst calamities.

It will bend under a rod of iron,
and drink the wrath of God.

This will be its darkest hour,
a crisis for the Church."

Give me water.

"The Antichrist will be born
of a Hebrew nun,

a false virgin,
in league with the serpent of old,

mistress of impurity,
a bishop's brat..."

Is the Basque a good shot?

Not interested.

Sour grapes.
You know who said that.

Some foxy bitch.

Better a whore
than a cigarette girl.

Is that you or your mother?

- Does soldier boy smoke?
- Ask him.

Give him a nice cigar.

Here,

give him this...

See if it lights him up.

Slag!

Shagbag!

Stinks of dead fish.

Blotchy tits, try washing!

You reek of gypsy dick.

Call me gypsy
and I'll knife you.

You've been kissed already,
oh, dear, dear, dear...

Gypsy girl.

You've been kissed already,
I don't want you now...

Want two scars, eh?

Let me go, Carmen.

Damn you, bitch.
I'll scar you for life!

Let me go!

Be quiet,
all of you!

My name is Prosper,
Prospero to Spaniards.

I have no specific nationality,
being half- English, half-French.

I am a writer, a traveller,
a humanist, an archaeologist

with a penchant for delving into
the mysteries of the human heart.

In autumn 1830,
I ventured down the roads of Spain,

in search of facts about
the Nasrid and Umayyad dynasties,

tantamount to researching
two historic Islamic capitals:

Cordoba and Granada.

- Is it much further?
- Nearly there, sir.

Chance,

or perhaps my guide and companion's
familiarity with the land,

led us to a shady river bank,

delightful in the extreme.

A traveller could not wish for

more peaceful a spot to rest.

Smoke.

But the honour of arriving first
was not mine.

Sir, shouldn't we go back?

See to the horses.

Did we disturb your rest,
friend?

Do you smoke?

Do you have a lighter

I could borrow?

It's genuine prime Havana.

It's an age since I smoked!

My man prudently brought supplies.

Do join us in a snack.

Do you know the region?

What valley is this?

I don't know.

I'd ceased
to believe in bandits

of whom I'd heard
but never met.

I'm not what you think, sir.

My beliefs forbid crime.

Life has made me

the opposite of what I wished.

Continue, please.

Why?
To what end?

It's always the others who speak,
never the bandits.

I'm a writer.

I listen to life.

If we ever meet again,
which I doubt,

I may tell you my story,
but not today.

Your servant covets
the price on my head.

I must be on my way.

Your name, at least?

I'm called Jose.

Jose Lizarrabengoa.

Don't worry...

no one will report you.

Thank you.

God be with you.

Jose, the Basque.

he's a murderer,

vermin wanted by the law.

He's done us no ill.

Nor you nor I have ever
seen him.

Welcome back, don Prospero.

Thank you.

Well attended by the friars,

I stayed in Cordoba
longer than planned.

Excuse me, don Prospero.

The brothers wish to see
your watch again. May they?

- A pleasure.
- Thank you.

In the mornings,

I studied the valuable documents
kept in the monastery,

and at dusk,
when it was cooler,

I visited the places
I'd always dreamed of.

Do you have the time?

Quarter to five.

Thank you.

What a superb watch!

Are you French?

Shall I tell your fortune?

Are you a gypsy?

If you prefer.

Then if you're not a gypsy,

are you a witch?

I'm in league with Satan.

- Again.
- What?

Your watch.

Of course.

- May I take your arm?
- Naturally.

They say an Andalusian beauty

must have three black features:

her eyelashes,
eyebrows and hair.

Three white features:
her face, teeth and hands.

And three pink features:

her nipples,
lips and nails.

May I have your spyglass?

My seductress fell short
of such perfection

but had,
for a writer like me,

the added attraction
of calling herself a slave of Satan.

- Do you have a coin?
- Yes.

Cross your left palm with it.

Put it here.

- Bachelor.
- Yes.

Turned forty-five.

Indeed.

Spiteful heart.

Why so?

Your beloved loves another.

Of nobler birth.

You flee this woman,
but in vain.

She lives in your heart.

It is written.

Would you know more?

About what?

The cure for your ills.

Is it costly?

It's a sweet balsam.

Worth all the gold on earth.

Keep still.
Don't turn round.

Who's this?

A Frog I met.

Why bring him here?

Seen those rings?

Tell him to go.

Clear off.

Just a minute.

You, here?

As you see,
it's a small world.

You interrupted just when

the future seemed interesting.

She's beyond hope.

But she'll soon meet her match.

Let's go.

Walk down the street

and forget tonight's events.

My watch!

Best forgotten.

A few days later,

I employed Antonio once more

to help me move
to what I suspected

had been as important
a citadel as Cordoba.

Is this common in Andalusia?

Don Prospero!

In barely a week,

we saw the earth open
and give birth

to the testimony
of an almost unknown culture.

A few days later,
on my return to the monastery,

I received a surprise.

Thanks, Antonio.

Praised be the Holiest!

Welcome, my dear friend.

I, your servant,

and my brethren were praying
for your soul.

What do you mean?

So you weren't killed?

We know you were robbed.

They found your watch
in that bandit's house.

Praise be to God.

The accused will rise.

The trial took place
some days later...

The verdict.

...and I was summoned
as a witness.

This court,

by the powers vested in it

by HM Ferdinand VII,
King of Spain,

made up of the disciplinary council,
finds

Jose Lizarrabengoa

guilty of banditry
with military dishonour.

His crime is considered proven,

he being the confessed,
convicted author

of the crimes of murder
and armed robbery.

Consequently,

it condemns Jose Lizarrabengoa

to death by garrotting.

Signed in Cordoba
25th November, 1830.

Carmen.

Your neck's shorter.
That's it!

I brought you these.

Anything else I can do?

Thanks, I don't think

I'll need any more.

Do you think bribes,

or the influence of friends
might get

your sentence commuted?

Arrange a Mass
for my soul�s salvation.

Do you know Seville,

that huge building by the city wall
near the river?.

Help!

Help!

Help!

She's dead!
She's killed her!

Back there,
in the cigar room!

Help me, please!
Help me!

To the guardroom
and calm her down!

Take two men
and see what's going on.

Fate's finger had just
traced my future in fire.

It's all yours,
come and try it.

Let us through!
Out of the way! Quiet!

Fight, fight, bastard!

Quiet! Quiet!

Give me all you've got Basque!

Tell Big Nose we prefer you.

I'm bleeding to death!

Get me a priest, and a hangman
to garrotte that bitch!

Your mother was the bitch!

Silence!

Silence!

Right, what's going on?

You must come with me.

Only because I trust you.

- Give me my mantilla.
- Let's go.

Slut!

Bitch!

You're for it now!

Shut up, all of you!

The Basque!

Silence!

Silence!

Silence!

Murderess!

Anything to say?

Carmen started it.

- Rubbish! It was Fernanda.
- Yes, Fernanda.

Silence!

Speak up,
I'm waiting.

Knifing people is a serious matter.

It was your fault!

It always is!

I'll get you!
Fuck you!

Silence!

I'll get you!

And I'll get you!

You're too free-handed.

Bring a rope.

Sergeant.

Tie her tight, Basque!

Tie her tongue too!

Lock her up.
Let the judges decide.

Let the nuns look after her!

Ajinx on them, Carmen!

Eat 'em up, Carmen,
they're only men!

Watch our for your husband!

Why are they taking you?

Where are we going,
officer?

To prison, lass.

Have pity, officer!
You're young and gallant...

Keep walking.

The rope's too tight!

My wrists!

I'll loosen it.

Look...

let me escape and I'll give you
a charm to drive women crazy.

Cut out the nonsense.

You're off to prison.
Orders are orders.

I'll be giving
the orders soon.

Really?
How come?

I know you keep my carnation
next to your heart.

It's bewitched.

Keep walking.

Go on.

Oh, God in Heaven!

By all my ancestors!

What's to become of me?

Virgin Mary,
take pity on this sinner!

You're crying?

Where's your pride now?

She hasn't done anything.
Let her go!

It's not for me.

- So, what was the fight over?
- You.

Over me?

They said, like all Basques,
you were only fit for chopping wood.

Well, now...

You speak Basque?

- I'm from Etxalar. You?
- #From Elizondo.#

Gypsies brought me here.

But I'm Basque.

They insult me,
for not being like them.

Fellow countryman, friend,

won't you lend me a hand?

Move it.

She was lying, sir.

She always lied.

But she spoke
and I believed her.

She was stronger than me.

She spoke terrible Basque,
but I took her for a compatriot.

I was crazed,
oblivious.

I thought if a Spaniard
had spoken ill of my land,

I'd have slashed his face,

as she did to her workmate.

Compatriot,

if I pushed you and you fell, these
two Castilian pigs would stop me.

Go ahead, my friend...

and may the Virgin help you.

Quick, she's escaping!

Juanito!

Get the hounds!

For negligence
in the course of duty,

sergeant Jose Lizarrabengoa

is demoted to private and
sentenced to one month's prison.

About turn!

Five years of discipline
and dedication!

Five years of irreproachable conduct
in the hope of promotion

to lieutenant.

What had brought me to this?

An insolent cigarette girl
who duped me

and was probably, even now,
beguiling another somewhere.

Despite myself,
she pervaded my mind.

I looked through the bars

of my cell,

and of all the women
who passed, not one

came within an inch
of that devil's daughter.

The worst was yet to come:

at the Colonel's annual party

they made me stand guard
like a common soldier.

But fate had shown no more
than part of its game.

The rest was to come
that same night.

Been promoted to private,
eh, rookie?

If you like fried food,

find Lillas Pastia's tavern
in Triana.

Fall out!

- Who's dancing?
- Carmen.

Innkeeper,
a bottle for that table.

Two house wines.

For one look,
a world,

for one smile,
a heaven,

for one kiss of your lips,

I die of joy.

Twenty-four hours
has the day,

if it had twenty-seven,
then those three...

That's enough of that!

- What happened?
- She's crazy.

Lieutenants get her pussy purring.

He's a private.

Wait.

Look at him!
He looks like a tin soldier.

Ever had your heart eaten out?

What are you worth?

A measly ten?
Better than nothing, I suppose.

Let's spend it all.

And you can spoil me.

Hear the bells?

Ringing at night attracts witches.

Don't laugh, dimwit.

They say you're a witch.

Only Saturdays.

- Who is it?
- Lodging for the night.

Let's go.

A snack for your girls.

Put it down.

Your favourite room.

Return the baskets.

Come, girls,
don Angel's waiting.

Can't get it up
even with three of us.

He's a saint.

What did you pray?

For you to return
to the cigarette factory.

To leave the world
of Pastia's tavern.

Why not pray for a windfall?

I prayed you'd be good
and take pity on me.

This Virgin is Andalusian,

and knows I won't change.

All Virgins are our Mother Mary.

I prayed to the Virgin of Nievas,
our Virgin of Elizondo.

I have a pact with the Devil,

and won't return
to the cigarette factory.

But I'll be good to you.

Come.

Better she doesn't see this.

Am I really the first?

I'll show you how to do it, rookie.

You'll learn a lot tonight.

Are you really a virgin?

Where are you going?

Roll call at the barracks.

- The barracks?
- Yes.

Are you a puppet on a string?

I have to go.

Well, go on,
leave.

Clear off!

You're such a wimp!

Here!

Go!

What can I do?
I can't stay.

It's my duty to go.

So, go.
Lick your commander's arse.

Carmen...

Carmen.

I'm a soldier.

I belong to the army.
Don't you see I must go?

I can't stay.

What day is today?

Yesterday was Monday.

And the date?

No, quiet!

Don't say it.

A bad day.

Why?

Not now.

I said no.

Listen, Jose...

consider yourself paid.

I'd have forgotten the debt,
but I liked you.

So we're quits.

When will I see you again?

When you stop being a fool.

So, light a candle to your Basque
Virgin, she's earned it.

Carmen...

After that night,
I had no other thought.

I spent the day roaming,
hoping to see her.

Carmen!

Excuse me.

Believe me, sir,

every corner I turned,
I hoped to bump into Carmen.

Where's Carmen?

Look for her in hell.

Hail, Queen, mother of mercy,
our life, sweetness and hope, hail.

To you I cry,
exiled son of Eve.

To you I sigh,
I mourn and weep.

O gentle! O loving!
O sweet Mary, hail!

Turn your merciful eyes
on this sinner and ease his exile.

Make her return to me.
Make her see the light.

Let goodness flood her soul.

Make her love me
and be loved.

The Virgin heard my prayer,
in part,

for one night, on guard
at one of Seville's gates...

Want some extra cash?

The men with packets...

- Let them past.
- No.

I can't let them past.
I obey orders.

You didn't that night
in Candilejo St.

I don't want dirty money.

If you don't want money,

we can visit
Candilejo St. again.

No.

If you won't,
I know who will.

I'll invite your lieutenant
to Candilejo St.

He'll say yes.

Bye, dimwit!

I'll laugh the day
the orders are to hang you.

Carmen! Carmen!

When?
What time?

Eleven o'clock and all's well!

It's eleven o�clock.

- Nothing to say?
- I'm in a foul mood.

I've got more reason to be.

I didn't like having to haggle
last night.

I'm not here out of love.

Here.

The cash I promised,
for your troubles.

Wanted pussy, didn't you?
Here it is.

If I killed you now,

I'd save myself a lot of tears.

I'm sure...

but it's not time.

Tears of a dragoon.

Ideal for one of my potions.

If you kiss me,

maybe I'll love you again
a little.

Bear me no grudge.

I love you despite myself,

the best way to love,
they say.

I can't help it.

You're my first and last thought
each day.

The next night I waited in vain.

I should have stopped
seeing Carmen but she was right:

it was written.

Written on my mind
and my heart.

Every step I took
brought me closer to the abyss.

Reversed cards,
they never speak straight.

Well,

an older man will retire you,

but won't marry you.

He won't leave his family.

The man of your life
will appear later,

asking you to leave him.

That's it for today,
girls.

Hello, handsome.

Gorgeous.

Where's Carmen?

- Who knows where that one gets to?
- You. Where is she?

Carmen is like the weather:

The hotter the sun,
the nearer the storm.

Don't wait.

Why?
What do you know?

It's good advice.
Don't wait. Go.

Do you know who Carmen is?

Do you want to?

At 14,

they'd sold her cherry four times.
While her mother

screwed Frogs, her father
killed them for 10 reales.

When she's broke,

she comes here and lays
2 or 3 dirty old men.

Why Carmen?

What do you see in the bitch?

What do you want?

A tender young virgin?

I can provide one.

A 22-year-old,
adoring and a good cook?

I can provide one.

Or a bearer of healthy offspring?

I can provide one, too.

And if you'd prefer

a real woman,

a woman with experience,

who knows what a man is,

and what he likes in bed

and out of bed...

then...

I...

can provide it all,

and all at once,
if you wish.

Enough!

I want Carmen.

I want her,
for myself.

For me and no one else.

Just me.

Why are you here?

Go.

Get out, dolt!

Damn the pair of you!

Attention!

Stand to attention,
I say!

I've only contempt for you
and that whore!

This means a court-martial.

- Obey!
- Whore!

Attention!

Whore!

Attention!

Lieutenant...

Get out.

- Carmen...
- Go, I said!

Go and pray to your Virgin
until I come.

Let's hope she can get you
out of this mess. Quick!

Go!

Most merciful Virgin Mary,

who has never been known
to deny refuge

to those who seek
thy protection,

I come to thee, O Mother,
Virgin of virgins,

and, groaning under my weight
of sin, I stand before thee.

O my Lady! I offer
my whole self to thee.

This very night,
I give thee

my eyes, ears, tongue, heart,
my whole being.

Since I am yours,
Mother of goodness,

keep and defend me
as your vessel.

Amen.

through my fault, through
my own most grievous fault.

Here, civilian clothes.

You can't be seen in uniform.

Your lieutenant's done for,

so it's time
to change lifestyle.

For starters,
to dress as a civilian.

Come.

You dumb rookie!

All you do is mess up.
I said I'd bring you bad luck.

You'll have to act now.

If you've the guts,
take to the hills and be a smuggler.

Here.

It's from Lillas Pastia,
for friends in Jerez who'll help.

See, my outlaw friends
aren't so bad.

There's a bay horse outside.
Lucky colour, they say.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

From sergeant to private.

You killed a man
and gained freedom.

You no longer work
for His Majesty.

Now you'll sleep
under the stars.

Carmen...

do you love me?

How dim can you get?

The proof is
I never asked for a cent.

When she said these things,
I felt like strangling her.

However, as I journeyed
towards my new destiny,

I dreamed of Carmen being mine,

of a life of adventure,
my lover mounted behind me.

So insane can love drive one.

Dancaire, you're wanted.

- Afternoon.
- Afternoon.

I have a letter for you.

A friend of Pastia's,
he wants to join us.

Welcome.

He's a lousy guitarist,
but has his reasons, right?

Aristotle.

Reads books and knows all
that's going on in the world.

The first man to compare
a woman with a flower

was a poet.
The second, a cretin.

Says so here.

Juanele.

Hardly speaks,
but when he does...

Go on, Juanele!

Long live the Constitution!

- Long live the Constitution!
- Down with the Constitution!

- Down with the Constitution!
- Long live Ferdinand VII!

Any news, sergeant?

One move and you're dead.
Throw down your arms.

- Get down.
- Down.

- Dismount.
- Take them away.

- You deaf, or what? Move.
- Drop them.

Move it.

Go on.

The paper.

Juanele, their swords.

You only die once
and the law can only

condemn you to death once.

Money! Bags of money!

Gents, that's the way to Rome.

Hurry!

"Ferdinand VII,
by the grace of God, etc., etc.

It pleases me to issue
this edict

on the occasion of the birthday
of the Queen, my beloved spouse;

I hereby abolish forever,
in all my dominions,

execution by hanging;

ordering henceforth death
by simple garrotte,

for commoners;

by vile garrotte,

for dishonourable crimes,

regardless of class..."

I never killed anyone.

I tell a lie. We killed
Napoleon�s soldiers like flies,

but ministers praised us for that.

We were young.

Know how many titles
old Big Nose has got?

Listen...

King of Castile,
Leon and Aragon...

of the Two Sicilies, Jerusalem,
Navarre, Granada,

the East and West Indies,

Archduke of Austria,
Duke of Burgundy,

Brabante and Milan...
Lord of Biscay

and Molina.

What ails him?

Pining for his tart.

His tart?
What tart?

Carmen.

Was he really your general?

My lieutenant.

Beat him in a sword fight,
fair and square, face to face.

He fell onto my blade.

Can't blame the stick
if the toad leaps on it.

One toad less.

They looked up to me
for killing a man.

For a few days it seemed
my dream had come true.

What's that?

It was my mother's.

Kill a man and you get
your freedom, rookie.

Freedom and a woman.

Maybe.

"Chapter 28.

The things that happened to Candide,
Cunegonde and Dr. Panglos.

'Forgive me again,'
he said to the Baron.

'Forgive me, Father,
for running my sword through you.'

'Say no more,' said the Baron, 'I
confess to certain aggression..."'

Tell me you're happy.

I'm happy.

Learn, Juanele.

With two stones?

They're looking.

Let them.

Move, rookie, move.
Don't leave it all to me.

A visitor!

- Who is it?
- One-Eye.

- Who's One-Eye?
- Don't you know?

Your lover's husband.
He got out of prison yesterday.

Well?

When two are in love
with one woman

and both are in the same place...

Let's have a feel.
I'll stick my head in there.

...and the other grits his teeth...

He's drunk,
not up to anything.

What is it, rookie?

I only love you.

He bought me
when I was twelve.

Let's have no knifings
over a ring.

You came at the right time.

When I'm with him,
I think of you.

Greetings, Garcia.

Greetings, Jose Maria.

Long time, no see.

- Where've you been?
- Doing time.

What's the score?

A big shipment.

English pistols,
tobacco.

It's dangerous.

That's my view...,

for what it's worth.

Our back up?

Me... Jose Maria Hinojosa,

Tempranillo.

Agreed?

Agreed.

We're invited to
Lucas Domeque's farm.

Tell us who will love us.

Tell us who will betray us.

Your husband does.

He sleeps with others,
but loves me.

Flee bitter answers in vain.
The cards don't lie.

Ever.

The other is a woman of passion,
dangerous.

Look...

If I flirt,

he gets into a jealous rage.
He's my man.

You love the matador.

Every woman in Andalusia
loves Lucas.

A message from the governor.

Gentlemen,

your attention, please.

I have news
of the utmost interest.

The King is pleased to issue
the following proclamation:

"On this day of 10th October, 1830,

my august wife, was delivered
of a healthy princess.

Heaven has blessed our union,
fulfilling the desire

of all my subjects for
a direct heir to the throne.

HRH will tomorrow receive Holy

Baptism in the Royal Chapel,

and will be christened
Maria Isabel Luisa."

Long live Isabel II!

What's your name?

Carmen.

I'll kill my next bull
speaking your name.

Careful, you'll lose her.

Tell her husband.

You can't fool me,
you're her husband.

The woman who loves a Chinaman

has no pride

for the Chinaman smokes opium,

for the Chinaman smokes opium,

and causes trouble
among the neighbours,

and causes trouble
among the neighbours...

Soldiers!

Take cover!

Come on! Take up positions!
Quick! Quick!

- They're from Villadiego! Run for it!
- Come on, come on!

Damn and bugger it!

Bales first.

Come on, quick!

Help me, please.

Don't be an idiot!

Finish the scum off!

Fire at will!

Leave him!

Leave him, I say!

Idiot!

You'll be killed.

Help me.

Help me!

Help me!

Nobody'll recognise him.

Let's go!

See if there's any food.

Cards, wine and tits
to lighten the heart.

While I play,
I ruminate.

Your friend betrayed us.

Only tobacco here.

That Tempranillo
of yours is evil.

He only works for himself.

He only wants to get on.

All he wants is for Big Nose
to pin a medal on his chest.

He's an evil one.

He's sold us down the river.

Shut up.

See to the mules.

- Carmen.
- What?

We can't live on air.

Go and see that man...

The Englishman?

MacGregor?

Perhaps he'll have something.

Even if it's his blood to drink.

You're a devil.

Yes.

Spades.

Here.

What?

No hug?

Bring something back,
but not with the sweat

of another man on you.
Especially an Englishman's.

If you want

to cheat and rob,
a woman like Carmen is an asset.

And careful with your kisses.

You know what to do, but if you
sleep with him, don't enjoy it.

Those tits are mine,
and nobody else's.

Off you go and be careful.

You don't like it,

but One-Eye does.

Halt!

A message from Carmen.

Come up.

Look what's coming
instead of the Englishman.

A bird with two mules.

Dimwits! Taking me
for a la-di-da cow.

Beat it!

Don't want to see you for dust.

You,

hands on your head.

Get his pistol.

So...

like her arse, eh?

I told you he had balls.

Idiot!

You still have time
to bet, Dancaire.

I know you've got clubs.

You know how to bluff.

But you've no chance with clubs.

- Spades.
- Fine.

What did he fuck like, Carmen?

How long did he take to come?

How did he do it?
Like a rabbit?

Or a bull?

Carmen.

Come here.

Let's see if

you bring me luck.

This will,
if you keep it on your head.

Come here.

My Carmen has a lively pussy.

Your play, One-Eye.

Jack of Clubs.

Things are changing.
Now it's spades.

Deal me in.

You? Playing cards?
What's come over you?

Maybe he's unlucky in love.

Take that card from

under your arse.

I don't need to cheat.

I said show that card.

Relax, One-Eye's done nothing.

He's jealous.
Don't tempt me.

You want my whore,
she's yours for four reales.

Looking for trouble?

Come on, then.

Calm down, you two.
Put your knives away.

Stay out of this.

- Jose...
- It's not your fight. Stand aside.

Where were you born?

From your mother's arse?

Bastard...

suckled on putrid milk.

I'll slash your face.

Then rip open your guts.

Scum.

You're going straight to hell.

Who are you wishing luck to?

Whose widow do you want to be?

Filthy Basque.

Damned affairs!

Maybe she really is a jinx.

Here, take it.

Take it!

I won't wish you luck,
you can't handle it.

We'll have to bury him.

Isn't this better?

His time had come.

Yours will, too.

My time has come already.

And yours.

This smuggler's life
is over.

You'll be my wife,
mine only,

for life.

What do you want?

Children?

Me with a brat clinging to my tit?

It was then I bumped into you, sir.

First near Montilla,
then in Cordoba.

Carmen kept your watch.

She also wanted your money
and that ring you wear.

Said it was magic and
attached great importance

to owning it.

Another man occupied
her thoughts...

Walk down the street
and forget tonight's events.

My watch!

Best forgotten.

Is he your lover?

Who?

The matador.

Are you lovers?

I wish we were.

I forbid you to see him.

Careful, forbidden fruits
taste sweeter.

Forgive me!

Please, Carmen,
forgive me!

I will not.

It bears your name,

Carmen.

Look, there's your Jose.

Pierce me.

Run me through.

Moan with me.

Let's shout in unison.

Hey, where are you going?

Who is it?
What do they want?

Get dressed.

Who's this lout?

Go.

What bad luck!

The woman I desire in my arms,

and her lover turns up.

Bruno, Daniel, Paco, out!

Everybody out!

See...

I've spared your life.

I kill bulls.

I don't break the hearts

of men...

who love the same woman.

What are you waiting for?

Lucas is my lover!

Shoot, if you dare,

or go!

Swear you won't do it again.

No.

Swear you'll only ever be mine.

No.

Carmen,

I'm begging you.

I'll forget the past.

Have pity, Carmen.

Let me be saved
and save yourself

- with me.
- I don't love you.

I won't let you deceive me
with another man.

Don't strangle me...

or blow my head off.

- Bury me in the wood.
- I don't want to kill you.

I just want you to come
with me and be my wife.

No, no, no!

No!

I'm sick of threats.

I'm sick of seeing you.
Go. Leave me alone.

For the last time, you witch,

come with me.

No, never.

Never!

Carmen,

I beg you.

I've killed for you, and will again,

to keep you.

I want nothing of you!

Nothing to do with you!
I hate myself for loving you.

Dare to kill me.

Kill me or let me go.

And live with memories?

I'll follow you only to death,
I won't live with you.

Kill Carmen.

Kill her.

Her body was still alive for me.

Now...

at last,
Carmen belonged to me.

At dawn,
I gave myself up.

I'm a man of letters,

a coiner of words and phrases
meant to bring solace

but which, often, only cause

more grief.

Grief and love

are our eternal tutors.

Would you,
were it possible,

renounce

what you lived?

Would you return to the innocence
of a humble army officer?

Could you erase Carmen
from your being?

No.

No.

Of course not.

When they kill me...

when they kill me...

they'll be giving me life

to find you.

They'll be giving me life

to find you.

And there in death...

and there in death...

I will ever have, at my side,

your passionate body.

I will ever have, at my side,

your passionate body.

The Virgin doesn't love me
for I've sinned

and I'll burn in hell
with you at my side.

But I don't care...

but I don't care:

Eternity with you

will be short...

will be short...

will be short.

I love your body...

I love your body...

which will always be alive

among the dead...

which will always be alive

among the dead.

When they kill me...

when they kill me...

they'll be giving me life

to find you...

they'll be giving me life

to find you.