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Shit.

- What are you doing? - I'm leaving.

- You're leaving? - I have to.

But where?

It's two o'clock.

Bye, Antonio.

I just don't know...

...what to do.

And now her...

...with a fan, a comb, a flower, a mantilla...

The works.

The cliche. So what? Why not?

Hello.

Your husband's waiting.

- Happy birthday, chum! - Happy birthday, Antonito!

Happy birthday!

- What do you know about Carmen? - The same as everyone else.

You know more than I do. I can see it in your looks, your hints...

Tell me.

She's married to a guy who's in prison for dealing drugs.

- I know that. - She told you?

Is she living with someone?

Am I going to be the last one to know? Tell me, please.

I know she's no longer with Giron, but that's all I know.

You've had 20 that were better than her. You're losing it.

Antonio, this is my husband.

- Hello. - Jose Fernandez Montoya.

Antonio, how's things?

He just got out of prison. Isn't that great?

Don't run!

Tauro, you've got to quit smoking all those joints!

Come on! Don't run!

Move!

Pick up your skirt!

Straighten up! Move!

Move!

Your feet!

Don't look at the floor, Tauro!

Move. Your feet!

Keep it up!

Careful now!

Enrique!

Tauro, up!

Nino!

Don't laugh!

Backs straight!

Keep it up!

Good! Move!

Enough... Good. Good.

- What do you want? - What's wrong with you?

You nearly killed us.

- What do you want? - Nothing, if you take it like that.

What do you expect? Just go back to your husband and leave me alone.

I don't love him anymore. So many things have happened.

You're the one I love.

I wanted to tell you...

He wants to move south to start again.

All he wants is money.

I told him about us.

He doesn't give a damn.

He just wants to leave.

A penny for your thoughts.

I guess that's enough. And tell him to leave you alone.

Why don't you move in with me?

Why? We're fine like this.

I'm afraid of losing you.

Don't be silly. You're the one I love.

Your turn.

- How much did you win? - 2000 and a bit.

What luck!

- 20 duros to open. - Fine with me.

Here.

That's all we ever did in jail... play cards.

- 40 duros more. - I'm in.

Me too.

- Cards? - Two.

Man, freedom feels great! I just can't tell you.

- Happy now? - You bet.

- What'll you do now? - Same as always.

What else could I do?

Drugs are a tough business. Lots of competition.

I'm not worried.

I'm in.

- Pass. - My stake.

I'm out.

1600.

I'll take 400. Two, three and four.

- What have you got? - 31!

41! I win.

That's enough, right?

- Juan, did I hurt you? - No, don't worry.

I couldn't stand this any longer.

I'll just take this to make-up.

- I like it. - I've had it, Paco.

- I'm beat. - I couldn't tell. You looked great.

I'll quit next year.

You've been saying that for years. Every day you're better.

- I'm getting old. - Truly, I've never seen you better.

Just hang in there. I'm off now.

I'll see you later. Or tomorrow. Thanks, Paco.

See you!

See you tomorrow, Antonio.

Tauro, get out of here.

I don't want to see you again. Get out!

- Don't take it so badly... - Get the hell out of here!

Let go of me!

You're hurting me!

All right.

All right. I know I can't ask you anything. -

- But I can't live like this!

Nobody spies on me! I'm free. I'll do as I please!

But why with the first idiot you find? What can they give you that I can't?

I didn't promise you anything. You have no right to ask me!

We love each other, right? What else is there?

I want to be with you always.

I'm jealous and possesive, I know. What can I do?

I don't want to share you with anyone.

Fine.

You're so silly.

Don't you know I love you?

Love is terrible and jealousy is treacherous

Love is terrible and jealousy is treacherous

Love is terrible and jealousy is treacherous

treacherous jealousy is to blame and I'm dying of jealousy

it's to blame and I'm dying of jealousy

poor lover who is eaten up by jealousy

from dusk till dawn jealousy devours him

jealousy is to blame for many cowardly acts

for many cowardly acts jealousy is to blame

the jealousy that eats them up is like a burning fire

the jealousy that eats them up is like a burning fire

they're like fire, love and jealousy they're like blood brothers

poor lover with no one to pity you.

Let go. I've had enough.

- What have I done? - Don't you see I don't love you?

- What have I done? - It's over. I don't love you.

Carmen, don't leave me.

- I love you. - It's over.

- I can't take it anymore. - It's over.