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FORTUNATA AND JACINTA

CHAPTER 1

Citizenship is a "status civitati"...

as much to do with "ius publicum" as "ius privatum"...

meaning that only the "civis" can participate...

in the relationships which are born in both.

A Roman citizen with full citizenship...

"civis optimo iure"...

is one who is authorized...

to participate in all kinds of laws.

Joaquín Pez...

What is "testamenti factio"?

The capacity with regard to hereditary succession...

as the arranger, beneficiary or witness "ius activus"...

or the right to take part in a civil suit...

in order to establish what the law...

- can be... - Juan Santa Cruz!

What is "ius publicus"?

- A disgrace. - A disgrace!

What did you say?

That it is a disgrace...

that Professor Castelar be fired for political motives.

Castelar! Castelar!

Castelar! Castelar!

Calm down! Calm down!

I promise I will study your petition.

What belongs to the king belongs to the country!

- Long live Castelar! - Long live Castelar!

Long live the Republic!

Long live the Republic!

Silence!

Juanito.

Read all about it! Read all about it!

Read all about it!

Read all about it!

What's going on?

What's wrong, Plácido? What's all the fuss about?

I've seen Juanito.

What's happened to Juanito? Tell me.

He's been arrested.

They were taking him away.

Arrested.

My son, arrested.

- Don't worry. - Talk to González Bravo. Find out.

- Oh, my God. - Calm down, I'll sort it out.

Juan Santa Cruz.

Juan Santa Cruz.

- What about us? - Right!

Influence!

"Ius sufragi", the right to vote in the assembly.

"Ius honorum", the right to access to judgeships.

"Ius conuvi" or "conuvium"...

the right to marry and to serve in the legions.

"Ius actionis", the authority to attend trials.

The "provocatio ad populum"...

or right to appeal to the comitia of centurions.

"Sui iuris", people not subject to the "pater familias".

I also saw Joseph I, the Duke of Angoulême...

Lord Wellington, María Cristina and Ferdinand VII.

- All of them, from a balcony. - And O'Donnell and Espartero?

Yes, sir, as I can see you, embracing each other.

I also saw them alone on occasions.

- And Merino, the priest. - When he was executed.

As you say, on the scaffold.

I'll go and see.

I've seen a whole century of history, Don Baldomero.

A whole century of history.

Juan, son.

- What's wrong, mother? - It's lunchtime. Are you coming?

When I finish studying.

When I finish studying.

Your deaf friend played us for fools.

- Why, madam? - Do you know what he sent?

An inedible mass...

of tendons, scraps and offal.

Disgraceful. We won't buy there anymore. Never again.

It's your fault, Plácido. Your protégés are always the same.

- But, aren't we going to market? - Later.

The market is good today. Such partridges, madam.

Truly heavenly.

No, no more partridge. Today we'll see if Pantaleón has any kids.

And I'd like a good piece of tongue.

We'll see if there's any fine veal.

Some of it is so fine, ma'am, it looks like hake.

Then go and tell them to send me some sirloin and chops.

Good ones. Don't come with the same tale as the other day.

I'd like to settle my son's account, Juan Santa Cruz. Look in the book.

I'm so proud of my son I fear God will punish me.

What a change.

If he carries on, he'll be an expert, or more.

That's why we had to wait so long.

We waited for years, like Jews awaiting the Messiah.

Here he is. Juanito Santa Cruz.

I remember him well. He takes dozens of books.

I forgot, I ordered salmon...

because the lobster they have today is awful. You'll see.

I also wanted to tell you to give him all the books he wants.

- I'll come and pay every week. - Yes, madam.

- See you tomorrow. - Good bye.

Good bye.

- What does he want? - To sell these books.

Take a look and give me a price for the lot.

But...

- You want to sell them? - Yes, give me a price.

All right.

Just a minute.

Dear God. I'm so gullible.

- But, where does he go every night? - Calm down.

- Something must've happened. - Nonsense. What could happen?

You'll see, Estupiñá will find him.

- Well? - Nothing, ma'am.

I've been all over Madrid. I'm exhausted.

There's not a sign of him anywhere.

No, it's late.

Good bye.

Giddy up.

Baldomero, you know what you must say to him.

Open the door, Plácido.

- Where have you been until now? - At a leaving party.

- Who is leaving? - We are. Villalonga and I.

- You're going? - Yes, we are.

- Where to? - To Paris.

- Paris? - Yes.

Jesus. You'll be the death of your poor mother.

Well, I'm leaving, it's very late.

It's an opportunity not to be missed.

Villalonga is going on an official trip to buy machinery.

The train leaves at six. Wish me a safe trip.

What are you talking about?

I'm going to Paris tomorrow.

- Paris? - Yes, mother.

Good night.

Good bye, father.

- Where are you going? - To bed.

- Did you hear what he said? - Yes.

And I was complaining he was late...

Paris.

It's like complaining about a few rain drops...

only for the skies to open up and drench you.

- Talk to him. - It's normal for his age, leave him.

Juan, son...

you have two degrees and contacts.

Why are you waiting to get a good job? Why?

- Look at Joaquinito Pez. - Listen, mother.

I've decided that living without needing to know is wiser...

than wanting to know without living.

I mean, learning from books at university.

Mother, living is relating...

enjoying and suffering, loving, hating, desiring...

And traveling.

Learning about life yourself, not from someone else.

We'll see tomorrow.

You're so angry I dare not ask you...

- What were you going to say? - No, it's nothing.

What was it?

I've always been terrible at packing.

Would you pack for me?

I'll see.

Bring more candles tomorrow.

Now, go and order four more masses.

Four masses?

One for each day my Juanito spends in Paris.

I must ward off the dangers he faces.

I hear it's full of hussies...

the masses may not be enough.

Four masses. Four masses.

- Madam? - Yes?

Coffee is served. And the master asked...

Yes, I'm coming.

Don't worry. He is of good character, and honorable.

Propriety is in his blood.

I think it's fine he sharpens up...

sees the world and acquires self assurance in his manners.

It's not a matter of manners...

I just don't want him eaten by vipers.

Look...

in order for young men to fight vice...

they must know it, sample it.

Yes, sample it.

There's nothing worse for a man...

than to spend half his life dying to try it...

and not be able to...

due to shyness or servitude.

Think no more of it.

Let him have fun and run risks.

You're still worrying.

- What are you thinking about? - Nothing.

Nothing.

These are new times.

Customs have changed...

and everything fits in a different order.

My parents only allowed me to see boys my own age.

So, when they said I was to marry you...

I had never really seen a woman.

A shiver went down my spine...

I still remember how frightened I was.

Do you think that was better?

But it worked.

- Didn't it? - Of course it did.

But so many families that are formed in that way work out badly.

They married us off like mating cats, remember.

They married us...

like two cats.

It's true.

We're going to your sister-in-law's.

- Maybe. - I saw her yesterday.

She had her whole flock with her. Seven children and two maids.

She was shooing them in front of her like turkeys at Christmas.

- Did you order the oil? - Days ago, but it won't last.

Of course, the poor thing has eighteen mouths to feed.

And what mouths.

I saw her light three candles to St. Anthony.

I think she was scolding him, not praying.

They demolished that church 10 years ago.

Not for me. What do you want her for?

You'll find out.

When she's out with her daughters, it's like a political demonstration.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Hello.

I think what you're looking for isn't here.

- How wonderful to see you. - What a surprise.

- Where are the others? - Upstairs, with mother.

Slow down, I'm out of breath.

You're a sight for sore eyes.

Girls, it's Aunt Barbarita.

Hello, Aunt.

- Hello. - How are you, girls?

Hello.

Hello, Aunt.

- Leave us alone and shut the door. - Yes, ma'am.

- We have to talk. - What about, Aunt?

About a lot of things.

First...

I'll take you to see my tailor.

Porter.

Juanito, how was your trip?

- Mr. Villalonga. - Hello.

The coach is over there.

Why have you come in that state?

Son.

Let me see you.

You thought I'd look anaemic, didn't you?

I've surprised you.

Admit it, mother.

It's four o'clock. We've eaten already.

- You're looking well. - Mother can't admit it.

I've brought you presents.

This is for you.

- What is it? - The best perfume in Paris.

And this, is for you.

Leave that now. Get washed. Hurry.

Come on, let him get dressed.

Jacinta.

Let me see you.

You've changed.

Put that out, sit down and eat.

Of course.

But don't go. Let me see you.

Go back a little.

Further, into the light.

You're beautiful.

Thank you for the gift, Juan.

What gift?

Mule!

- Mr. Estupiñá's flat, please? - That way.

Excuse me, does Mr. Estupiñá live here?

Don Plácido?

On the top floor.

What are you eating?

Can't you see? An egg.

Raw?

I don't know how you can eat that raw dribble.

Better raw than cooked.

- Would do like some? - No. Thank you.

- Fortunata! - Coming!

- So glad to see you. - Don't get up.

I've counted 120 steps, I'm out of breath.

Next time, come up from the shoe shop in the square.

It's thirty less.

How do you feel?

Your mother sent me a doctor.

It's the first time in my life I've been ill.

He said I'll be able to go out in a couple of weeks.

Imagine me spending two weeks...

without seeing the blessed street.

And I love the street.

The mistress is coming.

Rafaela.

Rafaela.

Yes, ma'am?

- What time did he get in last night? - I don't know, ma'am.

- What do you mean? - I didn't hear him, ma'am.

You never hear him.

- Deogracias. - Yes, ma'am?

What time has my son been coming home recently?

What time did he come home last night, for example?

I'm waiting.

- Well, normally... - Go on.

Normally, he doesn't come at night, but in the morning.

This morning he was early, around seven o'clock.

He shall hear me.

When he wakes up, he shall hear me.

What legs! Like a stork's shanks.

Why are you wearing a vulgar dandy's trousers?

- Leave us for a minute. - No, don't go. Carry on.

Mother, don't make a scene, just because I want to be fashionable.

Keep your kisses and listen. This is serious.

Where do you go at night? And with whom?

Out, with my friends, as always. You know them.

Apart from Villalonga, with his modern clothes and practical jokes...

your other friends have achieved what you have not.

Zalamero is a delegate and government under-secretary.

And Joaquinito Pez is about to get a governorship.

Listen, mother, "Primum vivere, deinde laborer".

Juan, you and I are going to fall out.

I warn you, if you bring one more big shot home, in tight pants...

a short cloak and a cane...

I'll hit you. Yes. I'll do what I've never done.

I'll take a broom and give you a beating.

I think you should lengthen the jacket a little.

My son is killing me.

He comes home late.

And suddenly, he's dressing like a dandy.

Then, he goes out...

to lamplight dances...

in indecent neighborhoods.

Who knows if he goes to worse places.

Saint Úrsula.

Last night he had dinner in BotÍn's nephew's cake shop.

On Cuchilleros street. Mr. Villalonga was there too.

And another man I don't know.

- Women? - Two, madam. Two.

I couldn't see them well...

but they were in drab shawls, blue pinafores...

good boots and headscarves.

A couple of wild ones.

Anything else?

He frequents one of Concepción Jerónima's shops.

They sell filigree work and coral like wet nurses wear.

He's there for a good part of the afternoon...

and the evening.

Pepe Vallejo told me, he has the ropemaker's opposite.

Plácido.

Yes, madam?

I have to clip my chicken's wings...

so he can't escape anymore.

- It's your turn. - No.

- No. - Yes, go on.

- I don't know how to. - Here, take it.

- I'm not playing. - Come on, don't give up.

There's something you're not telling me.

It's just an idea.

Just an idea.

If it's what I suspect, the day you confirm it, I'll be delighted.

I'll say no more.

When we go to Plencia this summer...

I want Jacinta to come with us.

Bless the Lord. Of course she'll go.

Don Plácido, Aunt wants to see you.

She hadn't heard from you and thought you may be sick.

I'm not sick...

but I stay in so I don't bump into her.

- What's wrong? - Nothing, nothing's wrong.

She wants to know and I don't want to tell.

That's why I'm hiding.

What does she want to know?

Leave it, child. Don't worry about it.

Tell her I'm a bit delicate, but I'll be better soon.

Tell her that.

- Good-bye, Don Plácido. - Good-bye, child.

Come to Martina's stall, come and see her eels.

There's no cauliflower, I've gone mad looking.

I know nothing about Juan, absolutely nothing.

You're hiding what you know so as not to upset me.

I think I saw him in Puerta del Sol.

He was in a taxi. But that's nothing, madam.

A few days ago I heard they were seen, Villalonga and him.

They were laughing, but that's even less important.

That's why I say I don't know anything...

I've not heard anything for ages.

- Help him down. - Wait, sir, I'll help you.

- What happened? - Nothing, nothing happened.

Do as I say. Take Don Jacinto home.

And above all, say nothing to my mother.

- Not a word, don't worry. - Go on.

We have a letter for Don Juan Santa Cruz.

- Give it to me. - We want to give it him in person.

- Deogracias. - They've come a few times...

since the master stopped going out. He won't see them.

Let me, I'll get rid of them.

I've seen them off a few times.

What do you want? Leave immediately.

- We want to give him a letter. - Give it to me.

It's a personal matter between us and Mr. Juan.

A personal matter? There are no personal matters.

You can give it to me, or get out.

Who are those men?

What did they say?

- Who are they? - What does it matter?

They're just people I met.

You'll be the death of me.

Don't talk nonsense, they've gone now.

I'm at home all the time.

What more do you want?

Sit down.

We have to talk.

Speak.

First, you're coming to Plencia with us tomorrow.

I'll need a few days to settle some business.

What business do you have?

Complete poppycock.

And even if you did have, it's better left alone.

Come on, sit down.

Listen to me.

Juan...

you must get married.

I've found a woman for you.

Like a little boy, you need everything on a plate.

It's my duty to take care of your future.

That's why I want to talk to you.

Could you imagine I would propose something that wasn't...

in your interests? Then shut up.

In these things, mothers don't make mistakes, we're infallible.

Like the Pope.

- She's beautiful, isn't she? - Yes.

Could you lower the neckline a little more?

Move aside, girls, let me see her.

Get out of the way, girls. Mother wants to see her too.

I'm so happy... So happy...

My daughter marrying...

the Santa Cruz heir.

That being sent from heaven.

- Mother. - Mother.

Mother!

Mother, what's wrong?

- Fetch a glass of water. - Yes.

Mother.

- A toast to the happy... - Plácido!

We're in mourning.

Juan.

Juan, leave me.

I have to get changed.

All right.

Turn around.

Please, turn around.

Juan, get out.

Go on, please. Get out, right now.

Go and tell them, girls. They mustn't miss the train.

Yes, silly, I love you.

How many times do I have to tell you?

- Who is there? - Hurry up, the coach is waiting.

- But the train won't wait. - See? Go on, get out.

- But the train won't wait. - See? Go on, get out.