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You're sweating a little.

- Getting close? - We're there.

- José Mari. - Go right.

There.

- Where is it? - There.

- Towards the river? - No, go straight.

We took longer this time.

- It's the traffic lights. - And the feria.

There. Turn left.

Larita, could you take a picture

of the leg?

- OK. - 200 meters.

We're there.

Has Tomas retired from bullfighting?

I've seen him work. He's still solid.

Good fighter?

Yes, but he doesn't get a lot of gigs.

He still fought alright.

Of course!

He's got a style of his own.

He's scared me a couple times.

He took chances.

He's got drive.

He's got it.

- Does he have children? - Two.

- They were there? - A daughter and a son.

Music, like in ancient times.

Let's go!

Are we good?

Will you eat here, or downstairs?

I reserved downstairs.

They can deliver.

Or you can order, and they'll have it ready for you.

Eight-hour trip?

Nine.

One more than yesterday.

How was the driver, OK?

Yes.

Before you shower, Larita will photograph your wound.

The surgeon wants to see the healing.

- You'll send it? - Yes.

And to your doctor.

To monitor your progress.

Pretty nasty.

- The doctor? - No, the wound.

The doctor's worried.

Done?

AFTERNOONS OF SOLITUDE

- Maestro. - Hi, Viruta.

Good luck.

Good luck, gentlemen.

- You have the mint, Manuel? - Yes.

Antonio,

which bull is Alejandro running first?

The spotted one.

How's the substitute bull?

Black and white, spotted. He's excellent.

From Victoriano's flock?

Second sub is light brown, good breed.

From Domingo Hernandez's flock.

- And the spotted one? - Very good.

Don't see why they didn't use him.

Good horns.

We saw them over there.

Come, bull!

Careful.

Good, Antonio.

Give him a jab.

Good, Moli.

Open, Moli.

Go around and face him.

This way.

- Viru, go draw him out. - Hold on.

Call him.

Draw him out.

Enough!

Go, Sergio.

Viru, he's all yours.

Hold your horse.

Call him!

Look at me, bull.

The gate.

Careful.

Easy.

Let's go!

Over to you, Andrés.

No problem.

He'll come to you. Go to the side.

Bitch.

Get clear, Viru.

Clear.

Bring him out, Viru.

Little bastard.

Go, bull!

Get him out.

The montera.

Don't wait for him.

Bring him out.

Careful.

Place him, Viru.

Bring him over!

To the side?

No?

Stand by, Paco.

Forward!

Let's go!

Let's go!

That's the way.

Good.

That's it!

Keep it down!

Go wide, Andrés.

Watch the height, check him.

That's the height!

- Should I move, Paco? - You're OK.

Like that, with passion!

Height!

Damn!

Good!

Don't draw him. Enough.

There!

Shut up, man.

Slow it down!

Paquito, stand by!

Remember Cartagena!

Remember!

That way!

Easy.

Step forward!

Good!

Antonio, be ready.

Good, Andrés.

Step forward!

Son of a bitch.

Give him time!

Forward!

Shit!

Good!

You heard the audience, in spite of the two kill-strokes?

Everyone's on board?

Of course.

You blew their minds.

- You think we shut their mouths? - Man...

You put your life on the line.

We'll shut even more with the next one.

Now, they're quiet.

Next one, they'll be sucking you off. All of them.

The front-lines of the soul.

Son of a bitch.

Stay alert, Paco.

Higher!

Warriors!

There. He's positioned.

Flank him, Antonio.

Call him here!

Stay on him.

He's caving in.

You killed him dead.

Hot damn!

Well played!

What a fighter!

What a pair of balls!

Don't touch this fucker's blood. It'll contaminate us.

- You put your life on the line. - You're great!

So great, my boy.

Such balls!

Everyone!

Everyone's asking for the ear!

Everyone!

Those are real dudes.

Life is worth nothing!

Life is nothing, you got balls!

You got balls!

That's the price you pay.

What a fool!

Everyone wanted that ear! Get out!

Do it!

Let him be.

Please, Andrés!

Let's do the lap of honor!

Let's move!

Fuck you, Madrid!

Come, maestro.

It's from Peru.

The icon of the Virgin of Carmen, to protect you.

May she protect you.

May she watch over you, Andrés. Thank you.

Congratulations, Andrés.

This afternoon made a difference.

You're a beast!

A cut above the rest.

Thank you.

A summit.

- Does the light turn off? - Not this one.

You were so good.

Killer.

Manuel, take this. For the pain, later.

Give it here.

The president, the audience

were all against you at first.

Did I overdo it?

With those assholes?

Are deep breaths painful?

When you inhale?

Where's Sala?

On his way to the hotel.

That was amazing, friend.

Too bad the first bull didn't fall.

You showed a huge pair of balls.

What an afternoon...

- Such class. - You are great.

You're great, brother.

I was lucky, right?

He got me, and...

I didn't get hurt.

The truth, Andrés...

My God.

Just take it easy.

It's done.

When you set a goal, you go for it.

It's done now.

- Those head-butts... - You earned about four ears!

But it doesn't matter, it happened.

You should have been carried out.

- You didn't get the photo. - But it was all there.

Those life-defining afternoons set you apart.

A summit.

Too bad he didn't fall immediately.

Bastard.

Those bulls never gave up. The first ones, if anything...

they just slumbered in.

Fucking bastard.

That bull could move. He was dangerous.

He went straight for the chest on the second pass.

His head went all over.

The muleta was well positioned, though. Tight and low.

Small horns, but aggressive.

You settled the scores.

With the bull, with the Stands 7...

You tamed Madrid.

You shut everyone up.

That truth, and this guy in the arena...

that's the bullfighter's truth.

When you inhale?

Let's go, Viruta.

This one jumps a lot.

- Is everything covered? - I took care of it.

- And the umbrella? - I'll get it.

Curro,

put the energy drink in the fridge.

Have a fresh one prepared.

- Remove it. - Hold on.

Go, Roca!

Give him time!

Face off

There. Chest out!

Like the greats.

With poise.

Look at me, bull!

Take over.

Like that.

Do I get the other sword?

Good, Andrés, you fought well.

Good luck.

Go.

Forward, Quinta.

Enough, Quinta!

To the front.

Draw him, Quinta.

Out here, if you can.

I'll go where you say.

Stop, Viru'!

Hurry.

Call him, Viru.

- Talk to him. - Call him, Viru.

- Here he is. - Call him.

There.

I'm there!

Standing by, Viru.

Careful.

Good.

Go, bull.

Let's go!

- You OK, Andrés? - Yeah.

Are you OK?

Keep him still.

He's going that way.

Fuck.

I'm going back in.

There, perfect.

Right!

Enough?

Draw him in, hard!

Go, good fighters!

Let's go!

Get ready to face him.

Don't let him think.

In his face!

Bring him out!

Right flank, Andrés.

He's charging asleep, on that side.

He can get in close.

Give him time.

Go, the greats!

Let's go!

Natural position.

Big balls.

You're up there with the greats!

You're great!

Go join your fucking mother cow!

Right on!

My man!

You're incomparable!

An angel saved me.

That bull was criminal.

Put water on your neck, bro.

Enough.

You got blood on you.

Right, Andrés.

Is my face OK?

There's blood.

It feels swollen.

Up here?

Above the eyebrow.

You got balls. Fuck the dead.

You're unique, love.

They were lousy bulls.

Put water on your neck.

I got lucky.

You'll always be lucky.

Always.

You deserve it.

I was moved.

You want to be carried?

No, let's go.

Let's leave.

Brave man!

Chino, easy.

Good job.

You're strong. You're the best.

Bull, you spared me.

You're a great man.

- Awesome. - You're a giant.

Go, warrior!

Warrior, you are great!

Never seen balls like that!

You've earned a ceviche!

Careful.

Let's go.

Roca!

Your balls are bigger than the whole fucking arena!

Shut the door.

Are you in?

Close it well.

Good job, you're a beast.

- We're all here. - Good work, gentlemen.

Well played.

That was outstanding.

Good job with the ice, the swelling's gone down.

- You'll need more. - Later.

You might have to cancel Bilbao tomorrow.

We'll see about Peru.

Car doors, please.

- Doesn't this light turn off? - No.

No, it's self-generated.

- The rear lamp turns off? - No.

How come?

- That's what they said. - It just doesn't.

Bullfighter!

Look at that.

You're fucking huge!

You're great, Roca, great!

Is it uncomfortable?

Damn...

Just thinking,

why wasn't I hurt?

Obviously: abs of steel.

You stopped him.

Deflected the horns.

Stopped him like a forcado.

Put his loins into it...

Water.

that time.

You were pale when you went back to the bull.

Could you breathe OK? Could you see?

- So-so. - I saw that.

In that situation, you could faint,

if you're not breathing right, if you're under-oxygenated.

But later, that series of passes...

That was boss.

Climax of the afternoon.

Like slow motion.

- The right hand... - Reaching underneath...

Like a rake.

That bull's head was all over the place.

And you... A summit.

Incredible mastery.

That's the difference. That's why people want you.

That's what draws the crowds. What makes you #1.

It's for your style.

You can't get more purity in bullfighting.

What you did with those two was impossible.

What an incredible human.

Truth.

Your people must be so proud. Your family,

your crew, your manager,

your friends...

Superhuman.

You fought that first bull so truthfully. And he was nasty.

Slow motion.

He was testing you, all the time. On the prowl.

He was possessed. He wanted you injured.

That's it. Hard truth.

What an afternoon!

The bulls were cowards.

They were vicious bastards. Out to get you.

To get him, exactly.

You were dominant, that's when it threw itself at you.

Damn.

Absolutely.

Get over it.

As the maestro said, have some wine.

Doctor's orders.

Drink one, pour the other over you.

For us ballsy types.

What you did today,

is not attainable by others nowadays.

It causes envy among the mediocre.

That's why some spurn you.

Don't try that at home.

I heard Cayetano broke a rib.

He went head-on with the bull.

Like a dog defending its master.

You killed those two bulls so truthfully.

Absolute truth.

You were committed.

They never stood a chance.

We got it on the phone.

- Awful. He just went for it. - Wait!

Wait. It's coming.

He got the chest, the other shoulder.

Fuck him. That son of a bitch!

You'll see Cayetano fall.

It was Cayetano, right?

Watch, he's gonna fall.

Motherfucker.

Don't copy me.

Wait till Andrés sees it.

Only if he asks.

How's Roca?

Dog-tired.

Done.

- Thank God. - Congratulations, guys.

- Close call today. - Could have been bad.

Saved the day.

Those fateful seconds...

Felt helpless.

Those brillant guys

always turn out alright.

How long till he can fight again?

Felt helpless.

Fucking hell.

- He went for the chest. - And from both sides!

He kept ignoring my calls.

I called him and he kept ramming him.

I don't get it, Viru.

When Andrés gets good bulls, he gives them easy passes.

But with these...

He goes in, he sacrifices himself.

He takes chances.

Sometimes, with a good bull, he does a pass like this.

In this case...

He just breaks their momentum, but this one went for him.

He rammed him.

Hit him from the other side.

Andrés was open. Telling the bull, "Do what you want".

- He got mauled. - "Do what you want".

What about the flag darts?

Why did they change them? They kept falling off!

What do you expect?

You just stand around.

I went in hard. But with you, it sounded like...

- I said, "What's this?" - They didn't stick.

They stayed awhile, then fell out.

Because they sharpen the inside hook.

So it cuts its way back out.

That's why it falls out.

They sharpen the back hook?

Of course. And the movement cuts it loose.

It keeps slashing until it's loose.

Gentlemen, let's get a drink. Not wine.

A few beers, to drink in the room.

We'll wait. Andrés won't sleep tonight.

He said it himself: "See you tonight".

It makes no difference.

Get this, he said "I'll see you".

Let's order beers as soon as we get there.

We'll use any of our rooms,

José Mari's welcome too.

José Mari, want a brew that's colder than that dead bull?

It's an obligation, today.

Because today, we skirted tragedy.

I felt so helpless, as he got rammed on the boards.

He kept going at him.

Andrés was pulling this face.

"Gored", I said.

[ Saw him turn white, I thought he'd been gutted.

I was convinced...

Isn't it that way?

I knew the bull was close, I was close too.

I saw his face.

He was between the horns.

The horns went into the boards.

It was a wild headbutt.

The boards stopped him. He was... nailed.

Thank God.

The first bull was dangerous too.

Right?

Right.

That lot of bulls had no business there.

They were too big.

Because Andrés, today,

from the first run,

risked his life, on that first bull.

That was just a mess.

Viru my boy, as you're friends with...

tell him that Andrés will risk his life every day.

Which outfit?

Black, or white and silver?

The black one.

The wound's bleeding again.

Look.

- It's not closing up? - No. Strange.

There.

A bit more?

Right.

What's up?

I'll leave it here at the Ritz.

We're going downstairs now. Thanks.

Let's go.

It's here.

This elevator is slow...

Take this, Manuel.

Come on, great fighters!

Like clockwork!

Look at me!

Look here, bull!

Look here!

Come here!

Give me those.

Motherfucker.

Come on Paco, easy now.

Go, Viru!

- Bring him in, Viru. - Give him space.

Come!

Come on, man!

Easy now.

- Let's go. - Look here!

Look.

Let's go!

Come here!

Die, bull.

Give me that.

Let him go.

Chacón, go.

Where's Paco?

Well done, Chacón!

Go kick ass, maestro.

Go with the greats.

Relax if he lets you. But stay in control.

Roca Rey, Sevilla loves you!

Do him right!

That's the way!

Enough.

A summit.

I was losing him.,

Not at all, come on.

Why did I tell you to go all out with the bull?

I said, "Go all out".

The audience is sizing you up.

- They need to see you passionate. - You were.

A summit, Andrés.

- That left-hand move... - Very precise.

- The right height. - The muleta here.

Fucking excellent.

The chest pass, with the spin... That was brutal.

A summit, full control.

- Literally. - You owned him, Andrés.

Fucking excellent.

You slayed him. Wiped him out.

I felt he escaped me.

I got the feeling...

- The audience expects a lot. - You're a bullfighting icon.

But the timing, the wind...

You were magnificent.

What I liked the most was your approach.

Respecting his height, his space.

That ear will draw comments. Critics.

What do you say?

Don't think that.

Fuck the critics. We sold out three times.

- What'd he say? - The ear will be criticized.

He said the bull escaped him.

Very elegant!

Smile, for your people!

These are your people.

The sword.

They're up there?

Below the musicians?

In Stands 3.

There it is.

You don't know?

There are high expectations, Andrés.

You're a big figure in bullfighting, that creates expectations.

Sure, the bull was quick on his feet,

but he didn't show spirit.

You brought that.

Height, right horn, [ loved all that.

The left horn was awesome.

My montera, Manuel.

Come!

Come here!

Come on, Carpintero!

Over here!

Come here!

Careful with this side.

He rushes more on this side.

He'll move, he's violent. He'll jump like a goat.

I'm on it, Moli.

- Where? - Behind.

Look here!

Stab him, he's a bad one.

Good, Antonio.

Goddamn.

Look here.

Bring him around back.

He wants some?

See if he goes for it.

Draw him into the stirrup.

The stirrup, Moli.

Right on, Moli.

- Andrés, enough? - Yes.

Viruta, stay there.

Don't tell me, Manuel.

Don't tell me.

This way, Antonio!

Hold it!

- Wait, Antonio. - Let's go!

Go on, Viru!

Goddamn.

Look, man!

Paco.

Knock yourself out, bullfighter.

Son of a bitch.

Easy.

- That's it! - Good!

Look here, bull!

Forward!

Let's go!

Go rip it off!

Go, bull.

OK, slow.

- Now's the time. - Easy.

Don't move.

- Good fighter! - Goddamn.

This way, slowly!

Now!

There you go!

Now's the time!

Stop.

Slow, chest out.

Up close.

Stay put.

You're the man!

Take it away!

That way, bull.

Damn.

- Call him, Antonio! - Here!

Other side, Viru!

Collapse.

Bastard.

The sword's wrong.

The sword.

Get him to look there. Leave it.

Hand it over.

Damn.

I'll go.

Calm down.

He's looking at you.

Now, Viru. Give it to him.

Yes, he's coming.

Let him go.

Enough.

Don't move.

Slow.

A summit.

This knife doesn't cut shit.

Not too fast, Curro!

Great work. You're the boss.

Awesome, Andrés.

What an effort.

Couldn't have gone closer.

Nor slower.

Congratulations.

- Fantastic. - Thanks.

Thank you.

Long live Peru!

You put your balls into it.

Well done!

- Way to go. - Hold on.

We kicked ass.

We've earned a manzanilla, friends.

That's an icon.

Our first bull

has wide-spaced horns.

- Not that much. - He does.

Less than the other one.

Why did you pick that lot?

Well... that's the way it is.

This bull was unappreciated.

- This one? - Mediocre.

- You agree? - Yes.

They're kidding.

We paired him up

with a strong one.

As for the next one...

That's enough.

Do they only use that VIP box for visiting royalty?

What's wrong with him?

- Does he have a problem? - He should bring him down!

Keep going in.

Let him go.

Is he backing out?

Where to?

That's it.

Again!

Good fight!

Do it again!

Stand by, Paco.

Call him!

Here comes the wild one!

With passion!

That's the truth!

Like that, go get him.

Careful, Antonio.

- Son of a bitch. - Call him.

One more!

It's windy.

They all have the same drunk voices.

Every time, there's more of these clowns.

- Give him time! - Slow down!

Passion!

Natural position.

Subtitles by Joël Savdié

Subtitling TITRAFILM