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LUC�A

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To Mercedes

Have you looked at yourself in the mirror?

Comb your hair. Do yourself up a little.

-Stop it! -Come on, Luc�a.

Come on. We must tell her that Paquita is here.

And with her husband...

Good morning. How are you? Hello, Dona Fidelina.

Look who is standing at the church door.

-Paquita. -Where? Where is she?

-Look at her, look at her... -She's just back from Paris.

-Look at her clothes... -Look at her hat...

Exquisite!

-Look at her husband! -They say he's very wealthy.

-Very, but very fat too! -He looks funny.

-He's ridiculous! -That wig!

She calls him Rufo.

-She seems to be very happy. -No, but... yes?

That she seems very happy.

She is. He has bought her many nice things.

-Yes, but he's horrible. -But I don't envy her.

-Oh, but she was in Paris! -Come on, girls. Mass is about to begin.

I'm sorry.

-It's nothing. -It was my fault.

-Do you know him? -No. I have never seen him.

He arrived recently. They say he's a tradesman.

How lucky has she been.

But us... we're left on the shelf...

Don't be sloppy. They won't have time to mend.

We should make a little silence, mother.

We should talk a little.

Or they'll notice something funny is going on. We should laugh.

If at least this would help to win the war.

Keep silent, girls, just work.

We'll win the war by talking less and working more.

Besides, it's the mambises who'll win. So stop complaining.

So stop complaining.

Someone who'll really need it will rest in that hammock.

-Mari�ela! Mari�ela! -Keep silent!

Shut up!

Damned hell of a town! May your river dry!

May you all die of thirst! May your women bear beasts!

-Long live Spain! -Damn, I wish they dropped dead; they're good for nothing!

Long live Spain! Long live Spain!

And you... long live Spain! Come on! Somebody come out!

I want someone to answer me!

Just one!

So he'll see what happens!

Bandits! Bastards! Sons of a gun!

You'll see what we'll do to you!

Shh...

Shut up... it is noon and the Cubans are sleeping!

Who are you, slut?

The river! The rain! It floods!

We'll drown to death!

Shut up, you witch! Shut up!

You'll see! Bitch! Bitch!

They are dead!

They are sleeping!

Wake up! They are sleeping!

Wake up... Cubans! Wake up Cubans!

Get away from the window! That's not for your eyes!

Do you know who Fernandina is?

They say she's the child of an Arab who was on the run.

-That's right? -Yes.

Well, if you're telling stories, I'll start to work.

I'll do my duty.

You waste too much time!

They say she's from Havana and all her family was like that

from the Indians to date.

I heard she was an artist...

And that she enjoyed it since she was fifteen...

No way! None of you knows the truth.

Tell us! Curiosity is killing us!

They say... she was a nun... One of those...

who go to the battlefield to bless dying men...

No! Yes! To convert dying men...

The poor nuns...

were blessing the last soldier they found lying on the ground...

Please, Rafaela, what a way to tell a story!

Sorry, I did not mean to offend you.

Oh, stop arguing. I'm dying to know what happened to Fernandina.

As I was saying just before Lucia scolded me

the poor nuns spent hours sending souls to heavens...

For God's sake, go on!

You'll see! Now's the good part!

One day when...

she was blessing a man who seemed to be dead

he suddenly revived and grabbed her by the hips.

Then others bandits came out from behind some stones.

It seems they had already chosen the nun they wanted.

And it started then and there.

-Mystic rose. -Pray for us.

-David's tower. -Pray for us.

-Ivory tower. -Pray for us.

-Golden house. -Pray for us.

-Ark of the Covenant. -Pray for us.

-Morning star. -Pray for us.

-Door of heaven. -Pray for us.

-Health of the sick. -Pray for us.

-Sinner's shelter. -Pray for us.

-Comfort of the distressed. -Pray for us.

-Help of the Christians. -Pray for us.

Can't you see you can't cross?

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Remember me?

Yes, I think so.

I've seen you in church.

Perhaps... Well, I have to go.

-I may cross another street. -May I see you home?

What will people think?

That we are betrothed.

It's clearing up.

I have to go.

Wait... What's your name?

Luc�a.

Do you know what it means?

Gardenia.

Good afternoon.

Calm down. There's time enough. Wait, girl.

You all seem to be mad. It's not the end of the world.

-Where's my white hat? -Here it is.

Let's see.

-Careful! You prick me. -I can't be more careful.

You're a bundle of nerves.

Oh, God!

Come on! Look! If you don't like the hat, wear a mantilla. Come on. Take the mantilla!

-Oh, God! -Hurry up! They're here.

The day had to come when you went with someone to church.

Don't look through the window. It's not nice.

-Wear the mantilla! Come! -Not the mantilla! The hat!

It doesn't matter if we're late. It's not the only mass.

Not the hat! Not today! Give me the mantilla!

Wear whatever you want, but be done! Calm down!

I was brought up in Spain. But since my mother was Cuban,

I'm Cuban and Spanish.

Just like Amparo's nephew!

Like who's nephew?

A family we appreciate very much...

-You know... -Mother, please. It's not Amparo.

It's Dona Petrona.

Oh, you're right...

I came back to Cuba as a child

to spend my early youth in my father's estate in Camag�ey.

We too have a very nice estate in Camag�ey.

-Mother... -It's very big

and with the most beautiful orange groves.

Mother, listen to Rafael.

I hope you see it if you visit us there some day.

Oh, I'm sorry! Go on.

Then came the first war and we had to return to Spain.

I'm not interested in politics.

I'm neither with the Cubans nor with the Spaniards.

I know it is difficult to explain, but that's how it is.

But you must be on some side.

Oh, my God.

It should be enough that he is in Cuba and having lunch with a Cuban family.

Really, Dona Fidelina, I'm not interested in politics.

If the Cubans win, I'm a Cuban too, right?

Of course...

I just want to be happy.

Why not change the subject?

All this questioning must bore Rafael.

Nice, isn't it?

When I was a girl, I didn't want to leave this place.

Father had to make me a wooden house.

It was as small as a doll house.

Let's see the orchard.

But the place I really loved was a coffee plantation.

A coffee plantation?

My father's. It was beautiful.

My brother and I were mad about it.

You have a brother?

Yes...

Where is he?

Know what? We planted a grapevine.

And your brother?

He's in Spain studying Medicine.

My mother doesn't want him here, with the war.

Where is the plantation?

No.

Far away, in the mountains. No one knows how to go.

Buyers went mad and got lost. It was fun.

You do know how to get there.

No.

Mangos, oranges... guavas...

and a bougainvillea... that is unedible.

I love you, woman.

They'll see us.

I want to marry you.

You do?

Come, I want to show you the Indian's cave. Look there.

An Indian girl lived there with her father and brother.

A Spanish colonizer wanted to marry her.

But she hid in the cave to remain loyal to her brother.

-Any news from the plantation? -Nothing.

We're expecting Felipe soon.

Luc�a! Luc�a! Wake up! Look who is here!

Felipe!

-Sister... How are you? -Felipe.

We have made a thousand things, new shirts, hammocks...

We were anxious. We hadn't heard from you...

And now you're leaving. Why don't you stay for a few days

to rest.

You can't.

I can't stay, mother. The boys are waiting outside.

We have to go back.

Felipe, I have so much to tell you.

Well, hurry. I have to go.

I can't do it like that.

I only want to tell you... I am happy...

Happy?

Very.

And why?

Go. You'll be late.

Take care, brother...

Oh! Sound and sound and sing. Oh! Sing and sing and sound.

Oh! Take me, gentleman, arm in arm to the dance!

Oh! Sound and sound and sing. Oh! Sing and sing and sound.

Oh! Take me, gentleman, arm in arm to the dance!

Oh! Sound and sound and sing. Oh! Sing and sing and sound.

Oh! Take me, gentleman, arm in arm to the dance!

Oh! Sound and sound and sing. Oh! Sing and sing and sound.

Oh! Take me, gentleman, arm in arm to the dance!

Oh! Sound and sound and sing. Oh! Sing and sing and sound.

Hey, don't push me.

Oh! Sound and sound and sing. Oh! Sing and sing and sound.

Oh! Take me, gentleman, arm in arm to the dance!

Victoria! Another one on the way!

No. It's the punch.

What do you mean punch? This is orange juice.

The gentleman's punch!

It's neither punch nor love.

It is just too hot to be jumping around

as if you were babies.

A day is a day, Dona Fidelina! Don't you think so, Luc�a?

Of course! Mother would like to be 20 years younger

to be jumping about all day like us.

This is as sad as a wake. We must do something.

Sing, dance, play something...

but, please, no more orange juice. Come on!

I had no love of my own...

and love suddenly came up as flowers in the field

and the scent of pines.

The smell of the road now floats in my songs.

Since I had no love of my own and love suddenly arrived.

Look at the old lady jumping about, with the Congo on her.

Let go of the nigger!

Old mad woman! That way.

Dandies! Frenchified!

Get out, get out! Take it, take it!

-Old hag! -Take it, take it!

Look here! Take it, old hag!

Wait for me, old witch!

Take it, take it, take it! Get out! Give it to me!

Give me, give me! Take it, take it!

The count of drunkards!

Look who's here.

Fernandina is a virgin! Fernandina is a virgin!

and you never see hide nor hair of Dona Fidelina.

As if she were dead and buried in her very backyard.

How was everything found out? Say...

Wait! A trick of fate... Imagine... someone in his boarding-house

-found a letter from Spain. -A letter?

-From Spain! From Spain. -You don't say!

-Oh! -Yes.

Oh, Lord! What was in it? Tell me!

I can not tell you what was in the letter.

But it was signed by his wife.

-Luc�a's fianc�. -Luc�a!

It spoke about their child.

So the future husband here receives a letter of his wife there!

The atrocities one sees!

Wait, there's something else.

-Tell me! Tell me! -Yes. Come with me.

Remember Dona Amparo? There is something...

I'll tell her you're here. Perhaps she'll see you.

Don't if she's not well.

Thank you.

-Come! -Wait!

It's so dark here! There's no ventilation!

The girls are here... They want to see you.

Rise up, child. See them.

You're not being reasonable.

Trials should be born with resignation.

God sends them.

You've always been a good Christian.

Too bad you let your whims carry you away.

Think in your brother. He and all those fighting need you.

You've got more important duties to carry out, Lucia.

A gardenia! A gardenia!

Give me a gardenia, mother! Give me a gardenia!

Lucia!

Lucia!

-Lucia! -What are you doing here?

-Forgive me! -Let go of me!

Go!

Go!

You've harmed me much!

-We have to talk! -I won't listen to you! Go!

-Let go of me! -No!

-They'll see us! Go! -What do I care?

-Go! -I just don't care!

Listen... I do have a child in Spain,

buy I lost my head over you the minute I saw you...

-If only I could believe you! -I love you...

-Forgive me! -If I could believe you!

-I can not be without you. -If I could believe you!

-If I could believe you! -I'm out of my mind!

Forgive me!

-Let go of me! -Don't leave me, please!

-Only if you promise to see me! -All right.

-Lucia! -Today at 5 in the mill.

-Yes, but let me go! -Lucia!

Rafael...

Good morning, Rafael...

Rafael...

Rafael...

Rafael...

Rafael...

Lucia!

Lucia!

Lucia!

Lucia!

Lucia!

When I came back to Cuba I thought I would never go home again...

I felt free...

I was right, because I found you.

What will we do, Rafael?

We'll always love each other.

I know. But our situation is not legal...

We can run away...

Where?

I don't know, anywhere.

To a place where we can be free. Loving each other happily...

Away from this terrible world...

Perhaps in the coffee plantation...

Would you go with me to the plantation?

Do you know the way?

Yes.

Yes. We'll be free and happy!

Hey, where are you going?

Wherever I want.

What do you mean wherever you want?

-You can't go. -What's that?

Stop it!

-Wait, miss, please. -Let go of me, woman.

Listen to me, please. Listen! Listen!

Have your say, quickly.

Don't tell anyone I told you.

Don't go with him! Don't go with him!

Don't go with him.

-Let go of me! -Wait, miss!

Rafael!

Rafael!

Rafael!

Rafael!

Rafael!

Felipe!

Felipe!

Felipe!

Come, my girl! Come!

He's in the square!

It was not summer yet when father sent us to the key

trying to protect us from the city riots.

-What's the matter with you? -Nothing, mother.

-You're not feeling well? -I'm looking at the sea.

-Do you have a temperature? -I don't think so.

You're all right.

-Where's the house? -That way.

-No. I think it's this way. -Yes, that way, mom.

Yes. Follow us, please. Don't walk away.

Oh, to be in the key two months before the season!

Your father is insane! This is terrible!

If the Anreus would have come we could at least play bridge.

But what are we going to do? To get bored! Awful!

Did we bring the tennis rackets?

I don't know...

Is the court fixed?

-I don't know, mom. -Can you believe it?

Who would fix the tennis court?

Your father couldn't

care less about me keeping my figure. I know him well!

I think nothing is missing. But look at the house! Look at those columns.

If they drop a cigarette, we'll all catch fire.

Something to think about. Terrible... This house looks like...

What are you laughing at? Give me my bag and my gloves.

What are you laughing at? You're just like your father.

You always laugh and speak I don't know what of.

I have to go to Cienfuegos to find some disinfectant

or the mosquitos will eat us up tonight.

When daddy sees you, he's going to hit the ceiling.

I don't care what he hits up there,

but he should take care of us here on the ground.

Well, the barge is leaving. Please, take care.

-Hurry, mother. -Don't open the door.

-No, no, no. -Take care. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

-Ok? -Yes.

-I'll comb your hair. -I'll do it.

As if you knew how to.

Oh... mom.

-Know who I ran into? -Who?

Anita, Hector's wife. Know what she said?

-What, mom? -That your father had a lover.

-What? -A lover.

-That's idle gossip, mother. -Gossip?

They saw them together at the theater.

You know people love to gossip.

Anita says she's a sight. She can't understand what he sees in her.

Besides, she's a mulatto who may seem white... If you don't notice her hair.

Aldo.

Things were not as easy as we thought...

When we were leaving the provincial government building

where we carried out the attack I told you...

Well, when we were leaving...a cop who was there wounded me. Had it not been

Efor the two men with me, I'd be dead.

-I got lucky. -How many were you?

Five, but two chickened out and did not come.

So three of us carried out the attack.

We haven't been able to find the other two.

After I was wounded, they brought me to the key.

We were five in the barge.

We can trust the doctor, but not the barge owner.

I was healed here.

We arrived at night, you know that.

The doctor says the bullet almost reached my bone.

It almost splintered it.

-Does it hurt? -Not now.

I think I'll be able to leave soon, but...

I don't want to go,

but I have to.

I've got to keep on the fight.

Do you understand?

That's life for you.

Mother is not a bad person, but she talks so much

-she gets boring. -Why?

Because she makes up things about my father, about me...

When my cousins come, she won't let me be with them.

She says they only speak of boyfriends. She also says

-And... -terrible things about dad.

You're not close to her? You never talk like this to her?

Nor she with you?

She talks a lot.

About what? She must talk about something.

We all talk, but always with some logic, right?

-What does she say? -She talks about her friends.

About those canasta games she plays.

She's never home.

She always has things to do. The dressmaker,

the hairdresser, or run after dad.

I'm glad when she's not in.

-Why? -Because then I can do what I want.

I read, listen to music, dance by myself.

Really?

You'll have to teach me that.

No, no, no! Tango!

I don't know.

-Dance a tango. -No, no, a waltz.

-Dance a tango. -No.

What's that?

That's for doing nonsense.

What do you think about me?

I don't know...

You don't?

No, but... I am... I don't know how I am.

I like you.

-Do you like me? -Me?

You're a very sweet and nice girl. Very naive...

And at times... very tender.

Wind it up, please. It's too slow!

-I wound it all. -It doesn't seem so!

If I insist, it will break.

Wish we were in the movies and not listening to this damn music you like so much.

How can we go to the movies? We're in a key!

A mental slip.

Of course we're in a key, where your father wants us to be, a thosand miles from him.

My father! My father! You're always speaking ill about him.

I'm not speaking ill about him.

I'm simply saying he wants us out of there.

Away from him and his lover.

What lover?

-What lover? -You're always making things up!

What do you mean?

-He's there with his lover. -Hysterical!

Everyone knows. All Cienfuegos is talking.

-You're a hysterical old witch! -Shut up!

-Respect me! -I'm tired of you!

-Shut up! -I won't shut up!

I won't shut up! I keep mum all the time!

I keep mum all the time!

After a while, we too returned because mother couldn't stand the solitude in the key.

I was happy. I would feel nearer to him.

Aldo said he loved me, but was afraid to hurt me.

-Come on. -I'm coming!

Let's see how your wife does it for you, Antonio.

-Okay, let's see... -Delicious coffee!

Nice smell!

-Well, the first is for my husband, right? -That's how it should be.

-That little cup. -Let's taste it.

Take, Lucia.

-No. -Why?

-Do you like it? -Of course, just like you.

Come on, stop it. Then babies show up...

What can I do?

That's why I'm married to her.

That's his business.

Want some, Luc�a? Do you?

I had to sign before the notary public and the priest.

If I tell you all I've gone through because of this man.

Once he came home with his arm bleading.

Now I laugh when I tell you, but when I saw him I started shouting like mad

Antonio! Antonio!... and couldn't stop.

Do we leave through San Carlos or through Paseo?

-This way... San Carlos. -San Carlos then...

What car?

This one. What other?

-Just one? -We only have one.

I think you're in love with Aldo.

Don't be embarrassed. We're among women.

I'd like to help him, Flora.

Do. He deserves it.

You'll be good for him.

Flora's words helped me to make up my mind.

To be with Aldo... next to him.

Don't be sorry, love. Please, don't.

Know what?

You're my first love.

I'm not embarrassed.

You're my first woman.

I began to work. That way I could also help him.

What happened? It didn't work?

We barely made it here.

-What happened? -He fell down when jumping a wall

as we were coming.

He'll sleep here tonight.

He can't go home.

-What about Flora? -She's used to it.

Bring me water and a clean piece of cloth.

Let's see this.

Hurry!

-That damned wall! -It's just a bruise.

-Does it hurt? -Not much.

Come on! Bear it like a man.

''Much would I give, madam,

to see your hair on your back.

I'd extend it slowly and kiss it.

The luxurious hair over the ear.

Just like a curtain on the neck.

The divine ear made of China."

Give me that.

-Laugh! Laugh! -Wait.

Jean Harlow was beautiful.

-Do you remember? -What?

When her cap fell.

I burst out laughing.

Hurry.

-Hey.. -Yes?

He's really handsome! What's his name?

I don't like him.

Don't pull my hair.

Oh, God!

This won't close.

-Come on! Hurry! -Wait!

Look at mi hands.

Now the shit will hit the fan!

Know where I'm coming from?

The rest room.

-Know what was written there? -They know!

I want them to tell me, since they wrote it.

Down with Machado!

-Sluts! -That's what they are.

Come on, talk! Let's see how brave you are!

Why don't you say outloud all that shit you wrote?

You'll have to pay for that.

A bunch of sluts!

That lamb face may cost you plenty.

Don't smack your tongue at me! You'll all have to pay for this.

Was it you who did it?

I told you I wasn't.

Watch your step, I don't take anyone face value.

You're too old, you know. Bitch!

Do you know what this may cost you at the police?

If no one talks, we'll take them all.

They'll be with the ones there.

You say nothing?

I'm watching you. If I know it's you, you'll have it.

When I'm pissed off, I do anything!

Maestro!

What!

Not that way! My God!

What's going on here?

If they shout at us, I won't dance.

-What's the matter with you? -How can we dance like this?

These are good people, so calm down!

Out with them! Out with them!

Have them respect us and dance better.

Don't screw this up, 'cause now the girls will dance better.

-Have them move right here! -Stop pestering me!

-Stop pestering me! -That's a lie!

They are teasing the girls!

Who is pestering the girls?

Come on, girls! Move! Music, maestro!

You always strike the sour note! How awful!

Down with Machado! Strike! Strike!

Strike! Strike! �Abajo la porra!

Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!

Strike! Strike!

Freedom! Freedom! Down with repression!

Strike! Strike!

Down with Machado!

Unite! Unite! Unite! Unite! Unite!

Murderer! Murderer! Let go of her! Murderer!

Let go of her! Murderer! Let go of her! Murderer!

Down with Machado!

Let go of her!

Down with repression! Down with repression!

Down with repression!

-Let go of me! -Let go of her, shit!

Let go of me!

Quick!

-Berto! -Let's go!

-I'm going! -Come on. Hurry!

Hurry! Run! Hurry! Hurry!

What will happen?

Aldo, wake up!

-Oh, what happened? -Aldo, Machado fell!

-That's a lie! -Aldo, Machado fell!

Machado fell!

Machado fell!

Aldo, Machado fell!

What they want to do with me is injust...

is injust!

After forty years of honest work they are firing me.

They want my position for politicians who are...

-What they're doing to me -What happen?

-is an injustice. -Creo que lo dejaron cesante.

-Just because I'm old. -What nonsense is that?

No nonsense.

-Who are you to take my job? -You have to go.

-Who are you to take my job? -Who are you to do this?

-What you mean who am I! -You can't!

-What the hell do you think you're doing! -You can't get me out of here!

-This is an outrage. -Come on, old fart!

-Come on, old fart, leave! -This is an outrage.

-Come on, leave! -This is an outrage.

A little more coffee?

No, I have a splitting headache.

-This is full of ants. -If it were only ants.

Machado was ousted ten days ago and we haven't heard from them.

-Not a word to those people! -Be patient, Flora.

How can I?

I don't get it how you can be sitting there just like that.

They're probably up to their ears in work.

Up to their ears!

They could find a minute to write saying they're ok.

Who know what they are going through, poor things.

A lot, but I know that son of a bitch is into something.

I know him well.

You're being silly!

-Alducho! -Antonio!

-How are you? -How are you doing?

Working a lot!

Yes, I never see you! You're a black slave.

What about you?

Me? Living it up!

I left quite a bimbo on the corner, man.

The niece of a secretary. What a girl!

Blond, 19 years. I'm mad about her.

When they offered me a job like Antonio's I said:

"Let's leave the gun. Everything will change."

Then I was offered this.

I'll have to begin from the bottom but I can do things.

This is the fight now:

papers, laws... To change everything from the bottom up.

But we're so far away...

Don't worry. When I get things going, I'll take you with me to Havana.

What's the matter? What are you laughing at?

-Nothing. -Tell me.

I've had to widen my dresses two inches.

-Why? -You're so silly!

Yes?

Yes? Really? Yes!

But things were going wrong. Aldo didn't find what he wanted in Havana.

Look at those people!

-Take care, I'll fall down! -Watch out! Mind your step or we'll both fall down!

-How was it? -Well...

Let's have something to eat, huh?

-Let's eat something. Call your husband. -Bring the rum

and he'll be here at once.

-Love, where's the rum? -Go find your husband.

-where's the rum? -Go find your husband.

-In the sand. Dig in the sand. -You're throwing sand on me!

What are you talking about?

Aldo...

Aldo... Come.

Aren't you cold?

-Look at those drunkards! -Be happy...

-Drunkards? Take a drink! -I know very well!

-Wipe the top. Don't be a swine. -A drink... a drink!

Don't be a swine.

-Stop! It's not water. -Cheer up, old man!

-The gravy! -A bunch of drunkards!

A bunch of drunkards!

Take another drink. Another, Aldo?

-Do you want...? -Another, son, but really wanting It, come on!

Come on, son!

This is fantastic!

I'm sorry for Lucia, poor thing.

Aldo is all bullshit!

What's over is over.

Of course.

And we forget what's over.

What you thought in the past you can not do in the future,because everything changes.

Of course, the past is past.

Besides, the child who sucks, cries.

The saying goes: child who does not cry, does not suck.

I won't cry,

but I suck all I can. That's what I'll take with me.

-You're being vulgar! -Of course!

... if those lips I love would dare lie.

Although I may be all alone

my soul will say I love you.

The black flowers of fate

mercilessly keep us apart

but the day will come when you'll be just for me,

when you'll be just for me."

Remember how Felito loved this song?

Don't come up with sad things now, man.

A wonderful boy. If those bastards hand't killed him...

-He got unlucky! -He would be here now.

Too bad for him!

He's up there now.

He died like a brave man and all that. Very brave... so what?

He's up there and I'm down here

and have to live it up.

-Shit, you don't remember him! -No, I don't.

You always ruin the party for everyone.

-Shut up, Flora! -I won't.

I don't want to.

-Shut up, Flora! -I won't, man.

He's been with that long face all day ruining everything.

Flora, stop it, please.

Shit, why do they always try to ruin the party?

They haven't ruined anything.

This is shit, Antonio. Don't you see it?

This is not what we were after. Are you going to sit there as if nothing were happening?

You're blind!

They're taking us in, Antonio. Understand it!

What's wrong with you!

All those who are dead can go fuck themselves?

-That's it? -Calm down, Aldo!

And we drink rum and beer. So what?

-Where are they? -Shut up, Aldo!

-They are dead! They are dead! -Aldo, Aldo, Aldo!

-And what about us? -Aldo, Aldo.

Why did they die for?

What did we fight for? For this? This is no good.

I know this is all a lie.

That it's no good.

That it's a piece of shit...

I know it. This is no good.

Listen to me, Aldo:

What you have to do es irte is go fight for a wage for your wife and your son

instead of giving me all that crap about ideals and things.

You have to fight for your wife and your kid.

Stop it. Leave Aldo alone.

He's right, you hear? Absolutely right.

I don't know what you two wanted,

but I know about Aldo I don't ask from my husband what you ask for:

To change his ideals for some shitty bucks.

Oh, I don't feel well! Shit!

I don't feel well!

I don't feel well, shit!

I don't feel well!

I knew nothing would change. Aldo went to Havana often.

It was beginning all over.

I thought things would change.

But now people were fighting for positions.

I thought we would do away with all the garbage.

Go back to your parents.

I can give you nothing. I'll only bring you problems.

I want to be with you, Aldo.

I'll take the way you choose.

I'm your wife, Aldo! Your wife!

Are you Lucia Nu�ez? Come on, answer!

Yes.

Follow me.

Go inside.

No, no, let go of me! No, no, let go of me! Let go of me!

Oh, my God! Let go of me! Let go of me!

Oh, how sad!

Leave me alone, Flora.

I was bringing you some money.

196...

Come on. We'll be late.

Let's see how long she takes today.

Since she's got a boyfriend, we have to wake her up.

Come on, baby. Don't overdo it.

I'm coming. Don't be In such a hurry.

You took your time, girl.

It will take even longer when he's in bed next to you.

He says that when we get married

I won't work any more.

What can I do?

What's that you're saying?

He says I can't work.

Have her work, have her work!

-What's the matter with you? -Have her work, have her work!

So you're one of those girls who climb in the trucks

to go to the farm to find a husband, right?

Stop it! I'm having a lousy morning, you hear?

I don't feel well.

-A lousy morning she says. -You don't say!

I wonder what's on these girls' minds.

-It's something she ate. -No, she's nervous.

-Come on. Isn't it right? -Give some corn to the chicks.

Give the chick a little corn!

Come on, Pepe. She's real racy!

All those here have boyfriends or are married... They know...

Remember what happened

if our husbands caught us in a thing like this?

-They'd cut a limb from us... -They would...

-You know how it was... -We lost our bun...

My divine guajira guantanamera.

Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.

The countryside is the source of unsurmountable wealth

The countryside is the source of unsurmountable wealth

and of unmeasurable beauty of spiritual rest

men and women alike have the duty

to tend it and extract their products with skill

and obtain the benefits we want from it

It gives us its wealth, Its air and its sunshine

And the prettiest crimsom glow Of sublime and pure love."

Well, how's the new couple?

That was not a wedding.

Ah! Then...

Her spirits must be... Imagine!

He's day and night on top of her.

They do it all the time.

He doesn't even let her stand at the door.

-No way, love! -And doesn't open the window.

-Weren't you like that too? -No way... I wasn't...

-No, I went out once in a while. -I was completely undone.

Then they should do you again.

Tom�s! Tom�s!

What's the matter?

Tata invites to the club. It's his birthday.

-Ok... -He says they'll kill a pig.

-Wait a moment. -Get out. Don't be so shut up.

-Hey, Tomas... -Yes, Ange.

What did you do to this girl that is so pretty now?

No, let her tell you... She's the one that...

-Me? I'm not sassy! -Did he bite your lips?

Oh, she's embarrassed!

Oh, honey, but what can I do!

Ange, you've become real cheeky!

-What did you do to Flavio? -I don't know.

-Tom�s... -Say!

-The party is over! -For who? Me?

-Tomorrow is Monday and you have to work... -Come on!

-The honey moon killed you. -No, no, no.

When do you begin again?

Begin what, Ange?

What do you mean what? Working in the farm...

You'll have to win Tomas over...

-He doesn't want me to. -What about the Revolution?

He says I'm to stay at home with the children.

What can I do?

Can't you change his mind?

No, he says he's... he's the revolution... Imagine.

-Imagine... I love him very much, Ange. -We'll talk to him.

Talk with your husband.

We'll talk to him.

-Hey, Tomas, brother! -Hey, man!

-What's the matter? -I'm ok in your party.

Listen, man, how come you're like that?

We're going to lose you, man.

How come, man?

-Listen, come here... -I'm real tough, man!

I know!

What you want is go home.

-Right? -Stop it.

-Listen, come here. -Let me go on dancing.

I'm going. I'll leave you.

What's wrong, love?

What's wrong is... they are making fun of us.

Pay no attention, love.

We're just married

-and people make jokes. -Do you know something?

What?

Tata was right in what he said.

I want to be home with you.

You dance that?

No.

Why don't you learn?

No, I don't know.

You don't?

-Look at her! -Look at that!

-She's really something! -What a girl!

Do you like that dance?

-No. -Me neither.

Come on.

-Come on. -Come on.

The Russians began with their immoralities.

And that's not all...

when Julian left in the afternoon Joselito, the baker's son, came in.

Policarpo was quite a cuckold.

Hey, what's eating you up?

What the hell are you dancing with her?

I don't know what the hell is wrong with you.

You're my husband and it is af if you weren't.

What do you think?

That you were going to dance that funny music

with anyone that crossed your way?

But I...

You're wrong, you hear...

I don't know what the hell's the matter with you.

But I won't have it, you know.

Since I married you

-Your wrong through and through. -I have no father or mother.

Do you think I'll have a guy looking at you

and wanting to dance with you?

I want you to obey me. You're my wife.

-Stop it, man! -You'll be only mine!

-Stop it, man! -You'll be mine alone,

That's how I want it, shit!

Jelousy confuses people...

Jelousy confuses people...

It causes much pain and worries

It was wrong of our grandpas to make women their slaves

so they were the only who could have all the fun

Today everything changes and we are against those ways.

We're here for a big announcement.

The comrades who will teach us to read and write

are coming from Havana.

They're not here on vacations

or nothing of the sort.

They are coming to work with us,

to help us plow, plant,

collect fruit...

I want to tell you

that when they sit with us to eat

y a tener algunos gastos de nosotros,

they will have earned their food. I want you to know it.

I have something to say.

There's a rumor...

Well, in spite of the aplause...

we've heard a rumor

Some comrades who say they are very revolutionary

are saying they do not want any Havana girl in their houses

flirting with their husbands

I want to tell you this is not correct.

It's not correct, comrades.

Did you think I was asleep?

...I dream beautiful things... Is there some coffee left?

All you want.

All I want? Hurry, come on.

...as beautiful as you...

-What about me? -Give me a little.

Give me coffee and milk and I'm on my way...

I want to have you near

and join in an hug

and tell you...

that we'll be all our lives our lips together,

-All our lives? -All.

I want something.

What?

I want you to let me see my mother

When Belen comes around tell her to go to her house

and ask her come to come and see you.

But at night, when I'm here.

Why are you so afraid?

You don't know this town.

It's full of bad people.

Why do you pay attention to them? They envy us.

What they want is to eat you up, and I won't let them.

Sure?

I'm going. I'm late.

Will you let me go?

You know I only speak once.

Get inside.

Hey, man...

Hello.

What are you doing lying at my door?

Oh, I'm the teacher.

So what?

Flavio sent me here.

Flavio sent you here, did he?

-Aren't you Tom�s? -Yes, I'm Tom�s.

When did you see Flavio?

Yesterday afternoon.

Yesterday afternoon.

I'll tell you something.

Look, in my house... That is... we need no teacher, you know...

I know you can read, but your wife doesn't.

You know a lot.

Flavio says you're to see him if you have any doubt.

I think we should go

-to Flavio's house -Yes, that's just what I said.

to clear this thing up.

Yes, that's just what I said.

-You know... -Let's go.

Let's go...

-Can I leave my things? -No,

put everything in the truck.

Come on!

Eh, what's a matter with you?

-Is someone sick? -No, I want to see Flavio.

Flavio, I want to talk with you.

-What's the matter, man? -Who's that guy you sent?

-What guy? -That boy at the door.

Let's see, man.

Oh, it's you, comrade!

Tomas, he's the teacher from Havana.

He's here to teach you to read and write correctly.

Who sent him to my house?

You know I'm just married.

So what? That has nothing to do with him.

Would you have liked to have a guy in your house?

-Listen to me, Tomas... -Fuck off, Flavio...

-He's not going to be... -What a guy!

-all the time in the house. -What does it matter?

He'll work with you in the truck and at night...

-But they're going through the same in every house. -Calm down, and at night...

-Where's he going to sleep? -Calm down!

He won't be all day in the house as you say.

-Where will he sleep? -In your house.

-In my house? -As in everyone else's.

-Tom�s, just a minute, let me say a word. -In your house, man.

-You've always been a good revolutionary. -Yes!

This is revolutionary actions.

Yes, whatever you say.

-Listen to him, man. -I'll explain, Tomas.

Luc�a can't read. She's a victim of Yankee imperialism.

-Yes, whatever... -Let me speak.

-Let him speak. -Luc�a...

-Let him speak. -This is Lucia's chance

and you won't stand in the way of a measure of collective benefit

-and mainly for her. -Listen up,

This is an action of the Revolutionary government

Lucia is a victim of imperialism.

She's going to learn to read and write, whatever you say.

-But this guy won't stay in my house. -He's going to sleep there.

-That's that. -He's going to sleep there.

-No he won't, Ange. -Just you wait and see!

-I give the orders in my house, you hear? -Just wait and see!

"Open way, you lazy bones pull the cart in the valley

Buty, bring the dog

It is learning and instruction For every human being

It is learning and instruction For every human being

the most nourishing thing we will ever have.

that is why this time all methods have failed

and although he jokes around and exploits his helper

the visitor in his house has done what he has to do.''

Hey, man...

-Do you have a girl? -Me?

Yes, in Havana.

-But she's older than you. -No, I'm a year older.

Terrific!

I've heard, boys like you in Havana lived on old ladies.

I wanted to have some coffee.

-I've worked a lot today. -I got the ration.

-You did? -This morning.

-Is it strong? -It's coffee for friends.

-Have some, son. -Ok...

Tom�s. Good afternoon. How are you? Since you married, you don't...

How's Felina?

Since you married, you don't see people...

-Don't say that. How's your marriage? -Let me speak.

-Well, we're living. -Well, congratulations.

Thank you.

What a gossip, man!

-She'll hear you. -I don't care.

You had visitors today.

-Who was in my house? -Angelina.

-Angelina was in my house? -She came in a truck.

You know she loves to ride them...

-When did she go? -A while ago.

It seems they had a long talk. Your wife was crying.

Lucia?

She's so sentimental.

-Well... -Are you leaving?

-Good bye. -Bye, son.

Thanks for the coffee.

I've told you no one can come here if I'm not in...

I couldn't do that to Ange...

What the hell Ange?

-Why did she come for? -She wanted me to go to the back to the farm with her.

And I'm going. I don't want to be here alone all the time.

Listen to me, damn it:

-I'm the only one who's right! -You're mad, really mad.

I have to tell you something.

Say.

It's about Tomas.

Tomas! He's not a man, he's a mule.

What's it now?

The same thing. He won't let her work.

Tha't what he saw all his life at home.

Remember his old man with poor Felicia

hitting and keeping her in the house while he...

She was his slave. But those times are over.

Of course.

The poor woman looked... like the Saint Cecily of the town.

Things have changed.

If a man does that now

he's sent to jail in forced labor.

With or without revolution, no one will change that mule.

He almost eats grass.

-Well, you talk to him. -Yeah, but wait.

-What's that? -No!

-Hey, wait! -It's too hot.

No, it's too hot. Leave me alone.

-Let's see. -Well, Luc�a...

-This is your first class. -My first class.

-What is this? -I don't know. Tell me.

-An alphabet. -Al... What's an alphabet?

That's the set of all the letters in Spanish.

The set of letters in Spanish.

Why do you let him mistreat you?

Who? Tomas? Well... he's my husband, you know...

The alphabet begins with letter A...

A.

Since he's your husband he owes you respect.

Yes, but he has a temper. I know he loves me...

There are 28 letters in the alphabet.

-And begins with Z. -Zee.

Lucia, you're not your husband's slave.

What can I do? I love him the way he is.

Did you see the new houses? Did you hear about the plan?

I haven't seen them, but they told me.

Households where both members work

will be the first.

Then I'll be among the last ones.

-But I'm in no hurry. -You surprise me.

You're falling behind.

Look, Flavio,

-I have my way. -We all do, but you're falling

behind, going down. like the cow's tail.

-You don't want to face reality. -You really think so?

Times are changing.

Women are not slaves.

As in your grandfather's times. May he rest in peace.

Look, we all paint our houses the color we like.

But you have no right to block Lucia's life.

-She's young and full of life. -Look, Flavio, I have my ideas.

I mind my business and don't Want anyone nosing into mine.

-Is that clear? -Yes, Tomas.

Well, I have a lot to do.

Listen, man...

-Experience is all. -Ok.

-The cigar is disbudded. -What does that mean?

I don't know, but...I say disbudded because the cigar is no good.

Did you study the lesson?

I think I learned a little... but with so many things in my head...

-Let's go over it. -I forget everything.

-Ok. -What's the alphabet?

The set of letters in Spanish.

Very well.

How many letters does it have?

Twenty-eight.

-With what letter does it begin? -A.

A. How is A written?

How is A written?

A little belly and a stick.

No, no, no, I'll teach you.

Take the pencil. No, this way.

Oh, no!

To teach her to write you don't have to take her hand.

-Tomas, my love! -I don't know that!

-Tomas, please. -You shut up!

These goings on under my own eyes!

Tomas, there's no going on.

To teach someone to write you have to take their hand.

Don't shout at me. This is my house.

-I'm fed up. -I'm the one who's fed up.

If you want me to go, talk to Flavio right now.

Yes, I will. You can't shout at me. I'm the man in this house.

-�Usted est� muy equivocado! -Tomas is the teacher.

He can't leave.

If he does, what will the counterrevolutionaries think?

That we are just like them. I won't give them that!

''The infinite mistrust That he feels for his wife

The infinite mistrust That he feels for his wife

won't let him understand that it's good that she learn.

and since he's lying in wait though totally unjustified

he protests all the while and becomes exasperated

He stands up and, almost crazy, gives rein to his bad temper.''

Listen,

I'm going to tell you something.

Don't think too much or you'll end up nuts.

What were you thinking?

Nothing.

Do you know what I was remembering?

What?

The day we met.

-Do you remember? -Of course.

I was driving my truck... You were coming down the road with a cassava sack.

Sweet potato.

Whatever. You were ready to drop dead.

Then I saw you, I stop the truck and said...

You remember what?

-What? -If you wanted to go up.

There was a wild expression in your face when you heard me.

But suddenly you were in the truck.

Fixing your hair, looking at me out of the corner of your eye.

I said to myself: "What is this?"

Now:

Why did you jumped into the truck just like that?

I had been carrying the sack for 4 hours and it was heavy.

Are you sick or what?

Or is it you are beginning to like Havana?

What?

Don't hesitate, Luc�a. Go!

If you don't now, you'll never will.

I don't know. I may be wrong.

You can't go on living Inside these four walls.

Acting as Tomas' maid.

But I'm afraid.

-Look... -And I love him very much

-Look... -And he may change...

That's what makes things

more difficult for you.

-Really, Lucia. -I know...

I know that's true. I'll go. I will.

I can't go on like this...

I knew this was going to happen. I'll make you eat shit.

That's how I wanted to catch you two, motherfuckers.

What are you saying, Tomas?

So you wait until I leave my wife alone... shit!

Coming!

What happened?

What's the matter with this girl? Come on! Talk!

What's the matter, girl?

What happened?

Is it Tom�s's

What happened?

Don't scare me... What's the matter?

... kisses are killing my heart...

We have to go now. Come on.

-Where are we going? -We have to sleep.

No, we have to drink first.

-Come on. -Have a drink with me.

-No, it's time to go to bed. -No, no, no.

-Come on. -Have a drink.

-Come on, man. -Well, do it your way.

-I'm going. -Come on. We have to go.

-Well. I'm going. -Come on. I'll go with you.

I have to leave tonight.

If Tomas finds me, he'll kill me or I'll kill him.

We must put an end to this.

Don't worry. No blood will be shed.

You come with me now. You have to keep your ground.

You've been too soft on him.

Lucia.

Lucia.

Baby...

baby...

Lucia!

Lucia!

I'M GOING. I'M NOT A SLAVE

Flavio.

Flavio.

Flavio.

What's up, Tomas?

Is my wife there?

Your wife?

Yes, my wife.

No Tom�s. We haven't seen your wife since you two married

and you caged her like a bird...

Yes, yes...

You know where my wife is. But I will see into that later, you hear?

Stop it, will you!

Yes, later!

He's mad!

Hey!

What is it, Tomas?

Have you seen my wife?

-Lucia? -Yes.

No, but some women were going to the saltworks.

-That way? -Yes.

-How long ago? -A little while, Tomas.

-Bye. -Bye.

Look who's coming.

Drop that and come home!

-I won't. -You'll do as I say.

-I don't want to. -No, she's not going.

-She'll do what I wish. -She's doing her duty.

-No, Angelina. I don't want to be rude to you. -You're nothing, man.

-You're coming home with me. -Stop it, Angelina I don't want trouble.

-Stop it! -I'm leaving! I'm fed up!

Tomasito!

Bitch! You've ruined my life! Shit!

You'll come home because I'm your husband, shit!

I don't love you any more! Go to hell!

Go to hell! Shit! I don't want to see you!

I'm your husband! I'm your husband!

Let go of me, shit! Let go of me!

-I'll kill you! -Go away, shit! Damn you! Go away!

-Disappear or I'll kill you! -That's what you deserve!

''She was the prey Of his stupid concern

She was the prey Of his stupid concern,

of his jelousy and lack of imagination

now he doesn't go to work and is morally destroyed

his wife, although she left, doesn't want to live without him

And he's a laughingstock among everyone in town.''

Oh, shit, baby...

I knew you couldn't do that to me.

I knew you would think things over, shit.

And mend your error, shit.

I'm back because... I can't live without you.

But it can't be the way it was, Tomas.

I have to work, understand.

-But I... -I have to do something.

-What's life for? -Look...

If it was to say all that shit you shouldn't have come.

You can well go to hell...

-if you're here for that shit. -No, I'll stay here

and I'll work in the farm.

I'll stay here because I married you.

I love you, but you must obey me, shit!

You must obey me, shit!

I'll work and you'll let me live.

And you'll be nasty..

You're wrong,

but I'll tame you! You'll see!

Not that way, Tomas.

Don't be like that, or I'll stop loving you, Tomas.

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