All language subtitles for Trotacalles.1951

STREETWALKER

You scoundrels! Do you think you can
run us over just because you are rich?

- No, we don't! Are you OK?
- Yeah! Piss off!

- Learn how to drive.
- You're a lousy driver.

Here's my card.

You can reach me
if you need anything.

Oh, baby girl,
what a clumsy husband you have.

Listen to me, you old fool!

Won't you even pay
her torn stockings?

Leave him alone, Ruth.

Don't ask them anything. Let's go.

Let's go, Faustino.

Damn! You did well there.

It's not that easy earning 200 pesos.

Let's go for a drink to ease the shock.

Darn, you're lucky.

If I knew they would give you
so much money

I would have thrown myself
in front of that car.

- Hey, Ruth.
- Huh?

Don't tell Rudy about it.

Do you want to keep the dough?

- No, it's just...
- I think you should keep the money.

Don't give him a dime.

Anyway, he has other fools
just like you who give him their money.

That's what I'm saying.
Don't tell him anything.

Hey, Azalea, now you're rich,

could I borrow a few pesos?

I'm not feeling well.
And in a night like this,

I won't even earn enough
to buy a cup of coffee.

The usual, Don Faustino?

Yes, the usual.

Look, the Ambassador is here.

Sorry, baby girl.
I'll go say hi to him.

May I?

Thanks a lot.

I thought you wouldn't come.

I've been waiting for you
quite a while.

- You've been waiting for me?
- Yes, I have.

A Saturday without seeing you
is not fully a Saturday at all.

- Hi, Rodolfo!
- How are you?

You haven't paid us a visit at home
for quite a while, Elena.

See you, Manuel.
Excuse me.

Don't you know the famous banker,
Mr. Faustino Irigoyen?

- And the Ambassador?
- Nice to meet you.

Excuse me.

Please stay.
Have a drink with us.

She's my wife.

At your feet, ma'am.

- Sit down.
- Thank you.

Excuse me, baby girl, but I'll talk to
the Ambassador for a little while more.

I don't think you're right.

I already spoke to the Minister

and he had no problem whatsoever
with the deal coming through.

Of course, your proposal
is beneficial for our government.

But...

May I have a dance
with the lady?

Yes, of course.
Please, do so.

Beautiful women get bored
when business are discussed.

♪ That sweet dream

♪ we both lived... ♪

- What's so funny?
- The way things go in life.

After so many weeks trying to find
an opportunity to talk to you,

I finally have you here.

- Aren't you happy?
- I am.

I must admit
I was wrong about you, though.

I'm not what you thought
I would be?

You're even more

interesting.

- So?
- Nothing.

I thought that the gentleman
who is always with you was your father.

And as it turns out,
he is your husband.

Is that wrong?

Indeed, it is, for me.

Although, knowing you're someone else's
makes you even more desirable.

So, you like eating the fruit
from other people's gardens.

In this case, we're talking about
the most delicious fruit I've even seen.

Sometimes,
a piece of fruit hangs so high

cutting it down is impossible.

But, if one knows how to go about it,
one can always lower the branch,

grab the fruit,

and the gardener will be none the wiser.

Thing is, Mr. Ambassador,
when those shares

- get into the New York market...
- I understand, I do.

Are you a romantic person?

No. Some of us women
can't afford that luxury.

Why is that?

What about your health,
Mr. Faustino?

It's not that great.

Yesterday, the doctor realized
my pancreas is not well.

I don't understand why such a young
and beautiful woman as yourself,

with so much joie de vivre,

is married to...

It does have some advantages.

You asked me whether I am
a romantic person.

Now, you know
I'm a practical person.

I'm thinking
we have confessed so much

to each other
and you don't even know my name.

But I do.
Your name is Elena,

Elena Irigoyen.

You're worth ten million.

You have a house in Las Lomas,
another one in Cuernavaca.

And yet another one in Acapulco.

And also an old but rich husband,
don't forget that.

There you go again,
your practical-woman side.

Do you enjoy martinis?

Are you trying
to complete my biography?

Not quite.

But I do have a reputation

for preparing the best martinis in Mexico
and I would like you to try one.

Whenever you wish.

There you go, a key.

37 Reforma Avenue.
I'll be there from four till six.

- Who do you think I am?
- A practical woman.

Thanks a lot.

Take a seat
and have another drink with us.

No, thank you.
I'll leave now.

- It was a pleasure.
- I'm at your command.

Another martini, Elena?

No, thanks.

Martinis here are awful.

Well, old hags, see you later.

What's up, old man?

- How did it go?
- So-so.

I was hanging with a posh crowd.

What happened to you?

You look like a beggar.

A car ran over me.
Some rich scoundrels almost killed me.

- Didn't you made them pay for it?
- No, I didn't.

They didn't even stop.

Well, on the other hand,
things seem to be looking good for me.

Remember that posh broad
I told you about?

Today, I talked to her.
We even danced together.

Is she pretty?

Not at all.

She's rich, though.

And getting to her money
will be easier than I thought.

I'm sure about that.

No woman can say no to you.

A fancy gal would say
I am “irresistible.”

- When will you see her again?
- On Monday.

I spoke to Samuel,
he'll lease me his apartment for a month.

That's all the time I need
to squeeze everything out of her.

Imagine, I gave her the key
and she took it.

Well, let's go. I'm very tired.

Rudy...

Do you love me?

You know I do.

Well, after this success.

Let's move on to something else.

So, you'll go see
the Ambassador's wife?

Yeah, I just called her.

She's a nag.

And I'll have to play canasta
with her all afternoon.

I know that, baby girl, I do.
What can we do?

We must keep them happy while this business
comes through, at least.

Is this business so important?

Well, it's half a million dollars.

If everything comes out fine, you'll have
the diamond bracelet you wanted.

Well, I'm off.

I'll be home late.
We'll have a board meeting.

Don't get too bored
and let the Ambassador's wife

win a few pesos from you.

Well...

I'll try not to get bored.

Ma'am,
a woman is looking for you...

She's a very peculiar-looking woman.
She says her name is María.

María?

- Tell her I'm not home.
- I already told her that, ma'am.

But she insists
she has something urgent to tell you.

- Well, let her in.
- Here, ma'am?

Yes, here.

Make sure no one interrupts me
while I am with her.

Close the door.

What do you want?

- I...
- Don't even say it.

I was expecting you.

I don't know why my husband
gave you that card.

The $200 pesos I gave you
were not enough to buy some stockings?

That's why I'm here, Elena.

If you want more money,
you've got it all wrong.

I let you in

just to tell you,
once and for all,

I don't want to see you ever again.

And I also wanted you to feel
we're not equals.

Elena, once we were equals.
We're sisters.

- How can you say that to me?
- We were sisters, yes.

But now, we are neither
equals nor sisters anymore.

Even though the same blood
runs through our veins.

Look what a piece of trash
you are now.

You've become

a harlot.

Take a good look at yourself.

Who could believe
that once we were sisters?

That we had the same parents
and received the same education?

You and I
have nothing in common any more.

And this has been so since the day
you ran away with Jorge.

You haven't forgiven me yet?

How can you hate me
so much, Elena?

I don't hate you, María.

I don't even feel that for you.

You disgust me.

Are you unable to forgive me?

If you could only understand.
If you could believe me.

It's better not to talk
about some things.

No, Elena.
You never wanted to know the truth.

You never listened to me.

But now you'll have to.
I paid dearly for that mistake,

for having believed Jorge that night
when he told me you and him were through

and we were free
to love each other.

That's not true.

Back then, he told me

that within that very same month
he would ask Dad for my hand.

Then, that night,
when you arrived home so late,

why did you take Jorge's portrait

and smashed it against the floor
telling me you didn't want him anymore?

I was just furious because...

Because he stood me up.

But he never mentioned anything
about breaking up.

I didn't know it back then,
I was such a fool.

I understood it much later.

- But it was already too late.
- You betrayed me.

Why didn't you tell me
what was going on?

He didn't want to. He said
we shouldn't talk to you all

until he closed a business
he had in Guadalajara.

One day, he arrived
with a contract in his hand.

The business was ready
and we had to leave immediately.

I wanted to say goodbye to you all
and ask for Dad's blessing.

But Jorge said there was no time.

And that after returning from Guadalajara,
in just a few days, we would get married.

I agreed.

I'll never forgive you
for all you made us suffer that night

and the following days.

Even though Dad was ill,
he looked for you all over.

He went looking for you

at hospitals,
police stations, everywhere.

I suffered a lot too.

But it was nothing compared
to what Dad experienced.

You were killing him.
And you did kill him at the end.

That night, I swore to myself
I would never forgive you.

I began paying for being so fool
very soon and very dearly.

We never did get married.

Very soon, Jorge was mistreating me,
talking about you all the time.

One day he...

He beat me and he left.

He walked out without even turning
to glance at me a last time.

I waited for him many days.

I still thought he would come back.

One night,
I was kicked out from the hotel.

I wondered aimlessly,
hungry and homeless.

But I was still expecting
for a miracle to come.

At the end, although it made me sick,
I had to give myself to a man for money.

And then, to many other men.

You left with the only man
I've ever loved;

and then, when Dad died,

I was left completely alone.

I, too,
had to overcome the disgust I felt.

And I gave up my right
to live and pursue happiness.

I married this old man,

my boss, who had us face to face
with each other again.

You can't complain.

Life has been good for you.

I live the life
I built for myself.

Just as you live
the life you deserve.

Go away, María.
Don't ever return to this place.

Go!

We have nothing
to say to each other.

I never thought such a beautiful woman
would be so punctual.

I was expecting you an hour later.

Don't be so arrogant.

My dressmaker lives nearby
and I was with her.

Then, I remembered you said
you'd be here at about this time.

So, I took the opportunity to come here

and give you back your key.

Take a seat.

A drink?

Don't bother.

I must go.

Cheers.

It is true.
Your martinis

are truly excellent.

Another one?

No, thanks.

I'm off.

Keep this.

Will you come back?

Someday.

Soon?

- Perhaps.
- Tomorrow?

So, from 4 to 6.

Listen, María.

I won't be able to go try the dress on
this afternoon.

I must be somewhere else.

I'll go tomorrow.
And, listen,

If my husband calls,

tell him I was there.

Thanks.

That sweet dream

we both lived.

You look beautiful.

Careful, Rodolfo.

Remember, I'm here
just to have a drink with you

and to enjoy this beautiful view.

Let's talk for a while,

and then I'll leave.

I have an appointment
with the Ambassador's wife.

When will you ever forsake
one of your countless obligations?

Why do men always hog women?

It is plain to see.

You invite me for a drink,

and as soon as I get here
you ask me to forsake all my obligations.

Who wouldn't want to hog you
for life, Elena?

What an ugly thing to say.

- Why would you do that for?
- To adore you.

For a while, perhaps.

But, after that?

No, Rodolfo.

Remember, I'm no fan of being sappy.

I'm a practical woman.

That's the mask you use.

But I know you're as capable of loving
as any other woman.

I don't think so.

Seeing your gesture,
anyone would believe

you're a passionate believer
in true love.

I am.

Don't get things mixed, Rodolfo.

I'm leaving.

It's getting late.

So soon?

When will you come back?

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow?

Well, I will if I have time.

See you tomorrow, then.

- So, you kissed her?
- Yeah, but she's so fussy.

- Do you like her?
- I don't.

I like you.

She's just
a business opportunity for me.

You must realize
she's worth ten million pesos.

And each kiss I give her
is worth a thousand-peso bill.

Well, here you are.

Pick me up at the Green Club
when you're done.

I'll go there to have a drink
with my friends.

How's it going?

I did well. I turned a trick.

Who knows how we'll do?

It's going to rain.

And when it rains,
men stay home.

Don't even say that!

- Don't you want to take a walk?
- No, friend.

Well, I'll be right back.

Oh, God!

She'll fall.

You'll fall down, my girl.

What's up? What's wrong?

You would have hit yourself
against the ground if I hadn't grabbed you.

So,
will you have a drink with me?

It's already too late, old man.
Go to sleep.

Too late?

What did you think?

This guy is on a strike,
so he mustn't have money.

No!

I do have a whole lot of money.

Look. Just watch carefully.

- Look, I still have cash.
- Let's go in there.

- Where?
- The Green Club.

The Green Club?
Yeah, let's go.

Now, I've got my own María Félix!

Azalea is here.

But I don't think
you'll be able to leave soon.

She's working.

I'll wait for her a while.

What's going on with those drinks?

Pesos by the thousands!

Put that away, don't be a fool!

See, Rodolfo?

That scruffy guy
has a lot of money on him.

Mambo! Mambo! Mambo! Mambo!

What bug bit you?

- Why don't you say something?
- I'm tired.

It's only four o'clock!
Cheer up, man!

Have one for the road.

- Go ahead!
- No, you guys drink it.

I'll wait for Azalea outside.

See you.

Mambo! Mambo!

Mambo! Mambo!

Mambo!

Wait for me, I'll be right back.

Yes, gorgeous, don't be long.

I'll wait for you outside.
Take that drunk dude with you.

That's too risky, Rodolfo.

They already saw me with him.

Shut up and do as I say!

Go on.
You know I've had many expenses.

The car is at the corner.
Run!

You know we shouldn't
expose ourselves like that.

Shut up!
I'm done with your lecturing me.

- You sound just like my mom.
- Rodolfo,

I do this for you.

Look who's talking.

As if you never
stole money from a drunkard.

Look, he had a religious charm!

Here, keep it as a souvenir.

You're such a cynic.

Rather, I'm practical.

One must grab the money
wherever it's found.

Especially, when one needs it.

Those posh broads are expensive,
you know?

But somewhere down the road
I'll get my payback, with interests.

Rudy, what if that man

remembers my features
and tells it to the police?

Well, worst-case scenario,
you'll go to prison.

You're such a jerk, Rodolfo!

Imbecile!

You can't take a joke.

No wonder men get fed up with women.

And shut up
or I'll break your...

Here's to your mouth,

to your laughter,

to this moment that,
thanks to you, is perfection.

I think I'm getting too used
to these delicious cocktails of yours.

And I'm getting too used to you.

- Are you?
- Yes, Elena, I am.

I've known many women,

some of them poor,
some of them rich,

some of them gorgeous,
some of them not so much.

But I've never met
someone like you.

Don't say that again.

You sound like the protagonist
of a romance novel.

They always say the same.

Nothing new under the sun
regarding love.

Who knows?

Although the first time I came here,

I was afraid.

That was also the first time I agreed
to a rendezvous in a place like this.

Were you afraid of me?

I was. I didn't know whether or not
you would act as a gentleman.

I though you wanted to take advantage
of being alone

with a married woman.

I apologize to you.

Are you disappointed?

I've always known
how to treat a lady.

Thank you.

I guess I assumed that,
since the gardener was out,

you would try to reap the fruit.

To use your own expression.

If you eat a green fruit,

your stomach gets upset.

One must let it ripen.

Then, it is easier to cut it down,

and the fruit is much tastier.

But if you wait too much,

you risk the chance someone bolder...

Elena, don't even say it!

♪ Humans call you a harlot,

♪ a stepped-over
flower of lust.

♪ Crying, suffering,
and waiting

♪ is the sad
fate of your life.

♪ A harlot forced to
wander as a pilgrim.

♪ Don't look forward
for any bright morning.

♪ Wandering through
the night is your fate.

♪ A harlot. A harlot.

♪ Wandering through the night

♪ is your fate

♪ because you are nothing but
thrash thrown by on the road.

♪ A harlot.

♪ You must understand
you've failed.

♪ Love is a fleeting thing.

♪ Forgive those who
harm you, just in case

♪ you find the man
who will love you.

♪ A harlot.

♪ Forget all insults,

♪ and kiss he who
offends you the most.

♪ Reach out to God with
those impure hands of yours.

♪ A harlot.

♪ A harlot.

♪ Reach out to God with
those impure hands of yours.

♪ Just in case
He may ever forgive you.

♪ Just in case
He may

♪ ever forgive you. ♪

No son,

you'll get some coins in there.

Although that song
seemed dedicated to us.

That little song
had such an effect on you.

You are all sad now.

It's not that, Ruth.
Last night Rodolfo beat me.

And his slapping really hurt;

not my face, but my soul.

I love him so much.
I would surrender my life for him.

It's not just for Rodolfo
you would surrender your life for.

You would do it
for just about any man

who keeps you company.

Because you're as afraid
of being alone as I am.

Those blows hurt your soul now.

After a while,
they won't even do that.

He almost never hits me.
But now, I...

Now?

He will always hit you,
as all the others will too.

Who are you?
Why shouldn't them do it?

You're just street thrash

that no one can respect.

And if any man offers you
a parody of love,

it is because he has fallen
as low as you have

or even lower perhaps.

Whenever I see girls arrive here,
just as I saw you once,

young, pretty,

brimming with illusions,

I already know
the path they will follow.

It's no wonder;
it was the same path I followed.

At first,

things seem fine.

You make some easy money.

But then you find your Rodolfo,

any Rodolfo,
who will exploit you and beat you.

Until one day,
he leaves you for someone else.

And you keep falling and falling,

like a stone in a well.

And nothing, nor anyone,
stops your falling.

We become old before our time.

Our souls and bodies wither away.

And we go to a hospital to die,

all alone.

And no one remembers

whether we were alive or not.

Only God remembers us.

What's wrong?

Nothing.
I'm worried.

Why?

I'm in a mess.

Is it bad?

Tell me, what's wrong?

There can be no secrets between us.

I can't hide anything from you.

Someone sued me,
for $5000 pesos.

If I don't pay...

What will happen to you?

I don't know.

I might go to jail.

The only thing that worries me
is that I would stop seeing you.

If tomorrow
you don't find me here,

you'll know what happened.

Here, Rodolfo.

- I'll help you out.
- No! I won't take it!

Money mustn't stain our love.

Besides, allowing a woman to give me
her money would be embarrassing to me.

Take it, Rodolfo.

It's just a loan.

You'll pay me back.

I must go.

I've got to pick my husband up.

- How did you sleep, my dove?
- Fine, real fine.

Since I take those pills,
I sleep like a baby.

Even my pancreas
doesn't hurt anymore.

And you?

Well, I'm happy.

Listen, Faustino.

Could I borrow your car
this afternoon?

Mine is still in the garage.

Yeah, sure.

You crashed it, apparently.
Right?

Listen to this.
What a bizarre world.

What's going on?

The stock went down again
because of that thing in Korea?

No. It's a scandal between socialites.
Listen what they're saying.

Oil tycoon Mr. Carlos Moreno
is divorcing his young, beautiful wife.

Carlos had it coming. He shouldn't have
married such a young and careless woman.

I'll go on.

What's the reason? There's only
one reason. His name is Ángel Rincón.

He's a polo player, good looking,
single, but without a dime to his name.

Women who choose love
over security are dumb.

Mrs. Moreno and Ángel Rincón
were introduced by Mr. Carlos himself.

They liked each other.

And a few weeks later
they began a romance.

All celebrity journalists informed

they were seen everywhere together,
very much in love.

And, as always, the husband
was the last one to know about it.

But when he did find out,
two days ago,

he immediately filed
for a divorce.

And this, my friend,
will be the celebrity scandal of the year.

I don't understand women.

If they can't be good; at least,
they should be careful. Right?

Yes.
One must be careful.

She's so silly.
She doesn't know what she lost.

You know her.
You know she lived a great life,

squandering her husband's millions.

What will she do now?

Will she marry a pretty guy who can't even
buy a packet of cigarettes for himself?

Yes, Marta was very dumb.

At what time
will you give me back the car?

Early. Why?

Well, lately you've arrived late at night.

What? You still go to play
with the Ambassador's wife?

Yes.
Yesterday, I did.

I lost $12,000 pesos.

I told you to let her win
a few pesos,

but not so many.

If I didn't know who you're playing with,
I would think they are robbing you.

I guess you won't have enough money

in the bank
to pay your debt from yesterday.

Well, I'll order them to deposit
other $30,000 in your account.

- Will that be enough?
- Yes, sure.

I don't spend that much.
It's just that now...

It's for you, ma'am.
The Ambassador's wife calls you.

Tell her I'm not in.

I'll get it.

No, I'll talk to her!

Linda.

I'm so glad you called.

I've been very busy.

Yes. Today

was hectic.

Playing cards?

Today as well?

I mean,
I'd like to play with her today as well.

Well, I'll see you at five.

Oh, what a drag...

I thought I'd go shopping today.

If your game finishes early,
send the chauffer to pick me up

at the bankers' club.

I have a six and I pay.

This one's not good for me,
I'll draw one.

- Shall we meld the rank?
- Sure!

Well, I'll meld the seven rank.

And we're done.

But, Elena,

you had two wild cards
and we didn't meld the rank.

What are you thinking about?

I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention.
I don't know what I'm thinking about.

But I do, Elena.

Unlucky at cards...

Stop bothering her!
She might disappear again for months.

Well, shall we play another hand?

Yes, it is still early.

Well, while you deal the cards,
I'll go make a phone call.

I must call my husband. Who else?

Do you know about Elena?

- She has a lover.
- She doesn't! She looks so serious.

And she has good taste too.
He's a hunk.

- I saw them at the club the other day.
- A tall, handsome guy?

- Yeah.
- That's him!

Elena should be careful, though.
He looks like a moocher.

Well, the husband makes enough money
for the three of them.

Where did you see them?

The other night, very late,
I saw them making out by the highway.

What were you doing by the highway
very late at night?

Well, anyway, she's a married woman
and she shouldn't be doing that.

Let the husband worry about it.

No,
I won't be able to make it today.

Something happened.

No, it's nothing wrong.
I'll explain to you later.

See you tomorrow.

Yes, as usual.

Bye.

We're waiting for you, Elena.

Don't you have a red three card?

No, I don't.
I mean, I do.

I've got two of them.

I thought you'd stand me up again.

As I said yesterday on the phone,
a lot has happened.

You stood me up
and I was waiting until 8 o'clock.

If you're going to be like that,
yelling at me, I'll go.

I'm sorry.

I just missed you a lot.

Why didn't you come?

I couldn't.

I had an engagement.

You used to leave
all your engagements for me.

Are you getting tired of me?

It's not that, Rodolfo.

It's even worse.

- My husband...
- What? Is he ill?

That's no news.

No.

We'll stop seeing each other.

Stop seeing each other?

No, no! That's not possible.
Why?

My husband is suspecting.

I'm finding it harder
to find pretexts to go out.

- My friends are whispering.
- Your husband is suspicious?

What?
Has he told you anything?

Directly, he would never tell me anything.

But he has hinted enough
to make it clear.

He even warned me

what would happen to me.

It's just your imagination.

You said he was always too busy.

You said he had no time
to think about you.

Yesterday was a warning call.

I know him well enough
to know I'm not wrong.

Have you thought about our love?

That, Rodolfo,

will finish this afternoon.

Elena...

I thought you loved me.

I love you so much
I must leave you.

Listen, Rodolfo,
you and I never put things on the table.

You don't really know me
and I don't really know you.

I only know that I love you!

The night we met,
you asked me why I married Faustino.

I'll be very clear now.

When I was a single woman,

I got to know
what living in poverty was.

Something happened
and I had to renounce love

and the man I wanted.

Then, I took the decision
of marrying a rich man.

I used to work in a bank.

Faustino was my boss.

I became his wife,

a model wife.

Until you arrived.

That night,
fate brought us together.

You're wrong, that was not fate.

I'd seen you many times.
I liked you.

And, frankly, as you might remember,
I invited you to come to me.

I'm sure you thought
you were seducing me.

Your act was good.

But I was the one
who was looking to have an affair.

So, you never did love me?

Not at first.

It was just a game.

A fun, but costly game.

I always knew you had no money.

I always knew those business of yours
didn't exist.

Then, I grew fonder of you.

That is love.

Yes, Rodolfo.

That is love.

But I'm ready
to sacrifice it immediately.

Our affair
endangers my name, my position,

everything I have.

Do you understand why
we must break up?

You're being cruel.

No, Rodolfo.

I'm practical.

I'm very practical.

I'll work for you.

I'll give you all the money you need.

Are you offering me
to give up pesos to get a few cents?

No, Rodolfo.

It's over.

So, you'll never come back?

We'll be more careful.

We'll never go out together.

- We'll do whatever you want.
- No, Rodolfo.

I know my husband
and I know what he is capable of.

This hurts me more than it hurts you.

But I've taken my decision.

Rodolfo,
don't make this any harder for me.

I'll wait for you here,
all afternoons.

You won't go out today again, Rudy?

It's been a week now.
Every time you come back from

the apartment you just lie in bed
without saying a word.

And in the early morning,
when I come back, I always find you

staring blankly at the ceiling.

What are you thinking about, love?

What do you care?

You're thinking about her, right?

It doesn't matter she left you.
Anyways, she already gave you money,

a few thousands.

It's not that.

What is it, then?

Are you in love with her?

Tell me one thing, Azalea.

Do you think women
don't find me attractive anymore?

Have I changed?

You're the same old Rudy,
as handsome as always.

You're a hunk of a man.

All girls feel envy of me
because you're mine.

I don't know how
that gal broke up with you.

Well, she did.

Just like that.

Rudy.

How does she look like?
Is she pretty?

An ugly girl
would never have left you.

Enough! Beat it!
Go to work!

You're always meddling.

What's wrong?
When are you getting ready?

We'll be late.

I told you I won't go.

Well, well...

So, it's a Saturday and you don't feel
like going to the cabaret?

Are you no longer interested
in that stuff?

I was never interested in it.

I'm tired of being the bait
you use for your deals.

You parade me
as a piece of merchandise.

Little baby girl, when a man my age
marries a young chick like you,

what does he want her for
if not parading her?

That's the comfort
we rich old people get.

Will you go?

I'm tired, Faustino.

Tell the Ambassador's wife I'm sorry.

Well, I'll have you see
a specialist on Monday.

You have a disease of the nerves.

Everything irritates you these days.
Everything upsets you.

So, try to rest
and have a good night.

Well, I'll go for a walk.

What's wrong?

Rudy hit you again?

No,
he doesn't even bother anymore.

Is he seeing someone else?

It's that woman he was working on.
She broke up with him.

And the poor guy is withering away.

He doesn't say a word.
He just lies in bed, chain smoking.

He doesn't even want
to go out to play dominoes.

I wish I could help him.

The best way to help him
is not getting in his way.

Stay away from him.

When men get like that,
they're like a dog with rabies.

You better be careful
he doesn't bite you.

- Shall we walk around for a while?
- No, I'm tired.

I haven't felt well
for quite a while.

I'll stay here, resting.

Look for me later.

OK, then.

♪ Where are you?

♪ What are you doing?

♪ Where are you?

♪ What are you thinking about?

♪ - When I ignore all of that,
- Rodolfo...

♪ I feel dispair... ♪

How's my baby girl feeling?

- The doctor came to see you?
- He did.

He was here all afternoon
asking me silly questions.

And at the end he said I'm fine.

I knew you were okay.

I only wanted to be on the safe side.

Close your eyes.

Don't be silly, Faustino.

Well, then I won't show you
what I brought for you.

C'mon, it's a surprise.

You can open your eyes now.

It's wonderful.

I knew you liked it.
I was passing by and I saw it.

And, here it is.

Anyway, $40,000 is nothing
if I can see you happy.

Thanks a lot, Faustino.

You're very welcome.

I just want you to realize that
having a husband like me has its perks.

Besides, rather than a gift,
this is your share.

My share?
My share of what?

The business with the Ambassador,
it finally came through.

Here, look at this.

It's a fortune.

That, Faustino?

Those are just papers.

For God's sake, baby girl!

These are bearer shares.
They're just as good as cash.

Half a million dollars.

These are shares of the richest
diamond mine in the whole world.

I thought you'd get paid in cash.

Baby girl, the whole business
was to get hold of these shares.

If I get them
into the New York stock market

I'll get twice as much.
That is, a whole million.

And that's exactly what I'll do.

I already sent a wire
to my agents in New York

for them to prepare the move of the year
in the stock market.

I'll travel there tomorrow.

Will you take

these shares with you?

No, that would be dangerous.

I'll set the stage before that.

The shares will remain here,
with you.

That's the safest place.

You won't go out today?

No, not today.

I'm so glad you're home.

Listen, Faustino.
Those papers...

I mean, the shares.

Can they be sold anywhere?

Sure, they can.

As I told you,
these are bearer shares.

They are just like cash money,
any bank will pay for them.

Why do you want to know
about that?

I guess you won't try to compete
with me in the stock market.

You're right.

I know nothing about it.

What's wrong, Ruth?
You don't feel well?

Oh, my God...

You know?

I feel just as bad
as I was feeling two years ago.

I feel as if my chest
was being torn in half.

You haven't been taking
proper care of yourself.

You sound just like the doctor.
When I left the hospital he told me,

“Take care
and don't stay awake late;

“otherwise, you won't make it.”

“Take care.”

Maybe I would have gotten better
from this illness,

but I would have starved to death.

Why don't you take
a few days off?

What a question!

I'll stop and rest when I die.

Besides...

Ruth!

You're burning.

- Go to bed.
- No.

It's just a cough.

You can't even work like that.

I can't leave now,
I haven't earned a peso.

What will I eat tomorrow?

Here.

God will provide.

Go on, I'll take you.

Oh my God! Oh my God!

Forgive me.

Dawn is about to break.
I'll go see Rudy for a while.

Try to get some sleep.

I'll come to see you
early in the morning.

Yes...

Come back soon.

I'm scared

about being alone.

I'll be back early.

- Do you want me to turn the light on?
- No, leave it like that.

Haven't you slept at all, Rudy?

You're not even tucked in.

How was everything?

Bad.

How much money did you make?

None, I couldn't.

What do you mean you couldn't?

What were you doing all night?

You know?

Ruth is ill and I spent all night
downstairs, with her.

- I wanted to come and let you know, but...
- Quit joking around!

You animal!

You know my business fell through
and you can't even help me a bit.

Ruth is dying
and there's no one to take care of her.

What did you think?
That her family would be with her?

I come first.
Do you get it?

Who cares if that old hag dies?

She's very ill,
just as she was two years ago.

Rudy, she's not a dog
that can be abandoned just like that.

As far as I care,
she's worth just as much as any stray dog.

That old consumption-ridden hag!

Do you want her to infect you?

- Everything is ready, sir.
- Okay.

What's going on?
You won't come with me to the airport?

Excuse me.

I didn't sleep well
and I just woke up.

- I'll miss you a lot.
- You wanted it so.

Last night,
I told you to come with me.

You could go shopping for some clothes
and stroll around.

Thank you, Faustino.

But you know I haven't felt well
for quite some time now. I told you so.

Besides, you'll be far too busy
doing your business.

I don't like
leaving you here on your own.

This would be the first time
and I feel incomplete without you.

When will you come back?

Today is Tuesday.
I'll be back by Saturday or Sunday.

- Did you take your medicines with you?
- I might forget my checkbook.

But I wouldn't forget my pills.
I can't live without them.

Be good.

Don't do anything silly.

Take care.

If you need anything at all,
call the office.

Elena.

My love.

You've made me suffer so much.

Rodolfo.

Rodolfo.

I've suffered more than you have.

And I had to hide it
so I wouldn't betray you.

It was awful, Rodolfo.

You wanted it so.

If you only knew
how much I love you.

Don't go away again.

I just couldn't take it.

I won't, Rodolfo.

I won't go away again.

I promise you.

And your husband?

Right now,
he's in a business trip to New York.

And when he returns,
you won't go back to him?

I won't.
Things have changed.

Come, I'll tell you all about it.

Are you divorced now?

I'm not.

So,
you won't be back with me for good.

Listen,

he'll come back in five days.

But he won't find me there.

I've got everything figured out
and I'm resolved.

I love you too much to lose you.

Thank you, my love.

Unfortunately,
what you said the other day is true.

I don't have any money.

I told you I figured everything out.
And I did.

I have half a million dollars
in my hands.

What?

How much?

- Half a million dollars.
- In cash?

Well, almost.

It's shares of a diamond mine.

And they're just as good
as a cash check.

They can be cashed at any moment
and in any place in the world.

Your husband gave them to you?

How generous of him.

Yes, he is generous,
but not that much.

He gives me trinkets
such as this one here.

You call that a trinket?

So, what about those shares?

Well, this morning he flew

to New York to trade them.

He'll be back on Saturday.

And he gave them to me

because he thought it would be
dangerous taking them with him.

He didn't realize it was more dangerous
leaving them in my hands.

Now.

He comes back in four days.

Elena,
don't you think this could be a trap?

You told me
your husband didn't trust you.

It looks like a set-up.

No, I don't think so.

This is not the first time
he leaves at home, in the safe box,

such large amounts.

Besides, it was good
we stopped seeing each other.

If he was suspicious before,

- he's not now.
- So, what's your plan?

What do you want us to do?

We should go abroad at once.

We could go anywhere.

Pick any country you want.

Get our passports
and make all the arrangements.

Whatever it costs,
do it as soon as possible.

We need to buy us some time.

I've got someone who could help us.

It'll have to be
under fake names, though.

Everything will be alright,
don't worry.

It sounds like a wonderful dream.

What's so wonderful about it?

The shares or I?

Everything.

It's the perfect combination.

How am I doing, doctor?

Is this it?

It is, right?

Last time,
you didn't listen to me.

Now, you see the consequences.

What could I do, doctor?

I had to eat.

Have her take this.

Tomorrow early,
I'll come back to see her.

Doctor...

How is she doing?
Will she make it?

She can't be helped.

She won't live much longer.

Actually,
she has lived too much already.

Shall we give her the medicine?

It is useless, but yes.
At least, it'll soothe her.

If you can, don't leave her alone.
See you tomorrow.

- Did you fix everything?
- Everything is ready.

At what time are we leaving?

We'll get the 3 o'clock flight
to South America. The tickets are here.

What about the passports?

They'll give them to me
at 12, at the Green Club.

After that,
we'll go fetch your stuff.

Will they come through? Are you sure
they'll have the passports ready?

Absolutely.

Isn't it wonderful?

In a few hours, we'll be free.

We'll be free, rich,
and together forever.

Who arrived?

Who arrived?

It's... It's the priest.

Come on in, Father.

We have so much to talk about.

How are you, woman?

I'm ready to catch
the last train.

Will you leave us alone
for a minute?

I think Ruth won't make it.

Why do you say that?

Two years ago, she was in a worse shape
and look at her now.

She's still here.

When I think
she was such a rich woman once...

Did you know her back then?

Everyone in Mexico knew her!

She was like the sun,
she dazzled everyone.

Believe it or not.

I saw great generals,

ministers,
the politicians of those times,

the whole who's who was after her,

showering her
with gold and champagne.

What happened to her?

When I first came here,
she was already like she is now.

The usual happened to her.

She thought it would last her
a lifetime.

She thought men would never
grow tired of her.

Then,
she fell for a man who played her.

He took all she had.

And time doesn't forgive anyone.

Everybody forgot about her.

And then, one day,
she was ill and she was poor.

Her only choice was to take a walk

on that street where we all roam.

She has no one
in the whole world, right?

They say she had a son
who is now a very rich man,

a powerful man.

Shouldn't we let him know?
Do you know who he is?

She's never wanted to say it.

She thinks it would be
too embarrassing for him.

Here, Father.

No, keep that for yourself.

I know this money
is not clean, Father,

but I'm giving it to you
from the bottom of my heart,

for the poor people who might need it.

That's not why I
don't take it, daughter.

Give it to her, she needs it more.

God bless you all.

I'm more at ease now.

- Do you feel better?
- Yes, much better.

I just wouldn't believe

the priest could
make me feel better

than the doctor.

It's funny.

Women such as ourselves,

we go our whole lives
without ever thinking about God.

But when death is near,

we realize...

He's the only one who won't let us down
in our darkest moment.

How are you, old hag?

As you see me.

I'm messed up, but I'm happy.

Because...

I feel this time it is for real.

Don't say that, Ruth.

Remember, two years ago

you were worse off
than you're now.

No, two years ago I was not

as tired of living as I am now.

Back then, I still had hopes
things would change.

Everything can change, Ruth.

Fate is like a Ferris wheel.

Not for us, girl.

Once we go down,

nothing can lift us back up.

Sooner or later,

we all come to this.

Or something even worse.

Even worse?

- What can be worse than dying?
- Hush!

Leave her alone.

Living like we do,

that is worse.

You wouldn't believe it, but

now I feel death near me,
I'm happy.

You won't die yet, Ruth.

We can't remain eternally
as an unsprouted seed.

Besides, I'm not afraid.

Others end up worse

than I have.

Some finish their days
in a hospital,

on their own.

Whereas I have you.

And I'm at peace with God.

I no longer want to live.
I don't.

You mustn't wish to die, Ruth.

Life is beautiful.

Do you call this life?

Your life?

Mine?

The lives of all of you?

No, this is not life.

This is disgusting.

Don't you remember your home?

Things were so different back then!

Do you remember your mother?

You loved her

because she was good and saintly.

Who will ever remember me like that

when I die?

I won't end up like that.
I'm still young.

Do you think I was not?

We all think the same way.

We all think bad things

only happen to others.

But once we get
to this miserable street,

it's because
we are already defeated.

You look
as if you were in my vigil.

We're not quite there yet.

I want to die my own way,

with joy.

And when the end comes

I don't want you to cry over me.

You know what?

What, Ruth?

I wish I still had a few pesos.

Then, I could get some mariachis
to come here and play for me.

You don't get to die every day.

It's an occasion to celebrate.

I'd pay anything

to listen to “Las golondrinas,”

or “The widow's song.”

He hasn't arrived yet.
We are early.

He told me to be here at two
and we're half an hour early.

Are you sure he'll be here?

Yes, he's a serious man.

Besides, I haven't paid him yet.

Come, let's wait for him inside.

Ruth?
Ruth?

Oh, Lord, you gave us peace
through your Son...

With our Father, God,
in unity with the Holy Ghost...

- Have you seen Rudy?
- Yes, ma'am.

He left this afternoon.
He had some suitcases with him.

Didn't he say anything?
Didn't he leave a message?

No, not at all.

- Carlos is here.
- Hi, Rodolfo.

- Good evening, ma'am.
- Do you have the passports?

I just have one.
The other one will be delivered

in that place you know about,
in an hour.

But you said you'd have both ready.
And we're running out of time.

Don't worry,
your plane takes off at 3 o'clock.

We can go tell them
to hurry, if you want.

Okay, let's go.

Look, Elena,
if we don't want to run out of time

you should go fetch your things
and I'll see you in the apartment at 1:30.

Okay, Rodolfo.

Elena...

Rodolfo!

Elena!

Elena!

Leave the car at home
and take a cab.

Don't bring any clothes with you.

Bring only the shares,
your jewelry, and some cash.

- I'll wait for you in the apartment.
- Okay.

I'll be there.

Come.

Elena!

- I want to talk to you.
- I told you not to come back.

- I have nothing to tell you.
- But I do.

I just saw you with Rodolfo.

Were you spying on me?

If you want to blackmail me,
you're losing your time.

I don't know anyone called Rodolfo.

Don't lie, Elena.

I just saw you with him,
in the cabaret.

Besides, you're the one who goes
see him all afternoons from 4 to 6,

in the apartment
at 37 Reforma Avenue.

If I wanted to blackmail you,
I'd have done it a long time ago.

I don't want your money, Elena.

What do you want, then?

For your own good,
you've got to break up with Rodolfo.

He is my man.

Your man?

You have plenty of men.

Which of them all is he?

He's the only one I love.

He's the one who lives with me.

He is my partner.

And I would give my life for him,
if need be.

Don't be so dramatic.
You're uncapable of loving anyone.

Leave him, Elena.

He is bad news for you.

He only wants to steal your money from you.
He planned it with me.

We've spent together
the money you already gave him.

And you're so vile you dare
to do that to me, your own sister!

Until tonight,
I didn't know it was you.

The only thing Rodolfo mentioned
was a woman he was working on.

Do you believe me now?

Why should I believe you?

And even if that was true,

this is the second time
you take a man away from me.

First time, you won.

- But you won't this time!
- Don't be so blind, Elena.

Don't sacrifice everything
you've worked so hard to get.

He's not worth it.

Not for you,
nor for any woman like you.

- But, is he good enough for you?
- I'm worthless.

Who am I?

Any man, no matter how low he is,
pays me a favor just by looking at me.

But think what you will lose
if any of this is known.

I won't care once it is known.

I'll leave with him in an hour.

And neither you nor my husband
will be able to stop me.

Elena!
Elena!

Have you gone crazy?

You'll leave your home,
your name, your...

- Only to follow him?
- I will.

Now I know what true love is,

the love of a young man.

And I won't lose it
just because you,

a harlot, tells me to do so.

But he doesn't love you.

As soon as you run out of money,
he'll leave you.

What will happen to you then?

It's more likely
that I will leave him.

I'm not silly like other women.
I know how to run my own life.

Elena, listen to me.

Don't do it, Elena.

We have talked enough already.
You harlot!

Elena, listen to me!

Elena!
Elena, listen to me!

Don't do it!
Elena, listen to me!

Elena!

Harlot...

Yes, we're both harlots.

You and I.

But I'm a harlot
because I need to eat.

And you are a harlot
because of your viciousness.

Elena, little sister...

What will happen to you?

Rodolfo is...

Rodolfo!

Hello?
Hello?

Is that you, Elena?

Hello?

- Rodolfo!
- What the hell you want?

- Didn't I tell you not to come here?
- Are you leaving, Rudy? With her?

- You didn't tell me you'd do that.
- Who are you?

Why should I tell you what I'll do?

- Go away!
- You can't leave with Elena.

- What? Will you stop me?
- I will, Rodolfo,

Elena is my sister.

What did you say?

Yes, her name is Elena Irigoyen.
Her husband is a banker.

I just talked to her.

You pig!
You messed it all up.

Kill me if you want to.
Just don't hurt Elena.

She has her own world
and she's happy in it. Leave her alone.

Even if you don't come back with me
never again. Leave her.

Even if you don't come back with me again.

You won't go, Rudy.
I won't let you.

I'll make an scandal!
I'll scream!

Come out, everyone!
I'll tell everyone what you'll do!

Shut up, I'll do anything you want.
Just shut up.

Shut up, I'll do whatever you want.

No!

No!

- Is she still alive?
- She's dying.

I'll call an ambulance.

Let's go.

Where are we going to, miss?

To my house.

To Las Lomas.
Hurry!

Darn! What a good crime.

We arrived just in time to see it.

I don't have change, ma'am.
Don't you have a smaller bill?

- How much do you need?
- Faustino...

- Here. Keep the change.
- Thank you, boss.

Aren't you happy to see me?

I am, Faustino.

You weren't expecting me, were you?

Oh, Elena!

What foolish thing have you done?
I know everything.

You never fooled me.

I know where the money
you lost playing cards went to.

I also know you were not ill,
but in love and suffering.

That's why I wanted to test you.

I wanted to know how far you would go.
Oh, Elena!

Forgive me, Faustino.

I swear I would never...

Didn't you realize I used an old trick
they always use in the movies?

The deceived husband always uses it
to catch his wife.

And, as you see, it worked.

You fell for it, as a fool.

Those shares were just
what you said they were.

Papers, worthless papers.

Faustino, forgive me.
I made a mistake.

The only thing I don't understand
is why you came back here alone.

I was expecting for the both of you,

escorted by the police officers who were
already waiting for you at the airport.

What happened?

Your Romeo stood you up?

I would never have thought so.

Not with all the money
he thought you had.

Anyway,
this will be a good lesson for you.

What will you do now?

Well, I don't know.

- I thought you...
- No, honey.

You'll have to figure out things
on your own now.

You wanted to get rid of me.

Well, you succeeded.

You are free.
The world is yours.

Are you throwing me out?

Throw you out?
No, not at all.

You are the one who left.

I don't know why you came back.

So, good evening and good luck.

Oh! I forgot it.

That coat is mine as well.

Farewell.

And, once again, good luck.

THE END