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SOUTH from GRANADA

Let us pray.

-He's opened his eyes. -Feel better?

You just fainted, that's all. Probably needs some good food.

Here's the soup.

Good!

-I'll give it to him, Máxima. -Come on, sit up.

Look, soup.

You've walked a long way, right?

Where are you from?

-What did he say? -He seems to be English.

Just look at him. Are you English?

He's English.

Clara and I saw Englishmen in Granada. Right, Clara?

When we were students.

Do you like it?

Máxima's soup would raise the dead.

Clara.

Life is so hard!

And death is so hard!

-Please. -Do you want some more?

The lavatory.

What?

The lavatory.

Ah, the lavatory! Come on, I'll take you.

He looks bad.

Dysentery. He shouldn't eat for four days.

Only water with lemon.

So you're English, eh? Then you must be Protestant.

Anglican, right? Let me give you some advice.

Don't tell anybody, they wouldn't understand.

Sunday mass never did anyone any harm.

Here we are.

That's the stables, where the animals and the chickens are.

Chickens love shit. Go on in.

Here, throw it in that bucket after.

I'll wait outside.

What are you doing in these parts?

A house.

157, 158, 159...

160. That's it.

-A year's rent in advance. -Do you want the plate, madam?

-The best house around. -Yes.

You are lucky.

You hit the jackpot.

There's nothing to keep us here now. We're going to Granada.

This house is full of too many memories.

The room at the back is still mine, though. In case I come back to hunt.

Have you seen my gun?

We had six children. Six children, all dead.

This one was the youngest, the only girl.

Oh, well, it was God's will. If you need anything, just ask Máxima.

She lives on the other side.

You could get a maid, but whatever you do...

Look, look. Like it? Do you like hunting?

Don Fernando, we'd better get going.

You want to be in Cádiar before nightfall.

All right, we're coming.

Sir, the house is now yours.

I hope you're happy in it and look after it.

Clara, let's go!

And above all, eat well. With me gone, what'll happen to you?

-I'll keep you up to date on any news. -Don't worry, I'll be all right, Máxima.

All right. Bye, Emiliano. Let's go. Giddap.

Let's go.

Good morning. Goodbye.

-Hello there, Moñetes. -I said nothing to insult you.

Has your boss left you in charge, Moñetes?

Don't take any notice, Emiliano.

Oh, yes.

In the next election, we'll give you another thrashing.

There'll be no more rigging.

Moñetes!

Come on, let's go. Let's go.

-What did he say? -Something about papers.

The next time he calls me Moñetes...

I'll call him Culonegro, that black ass of his.

Don't even think about it.

Remember what happened to Orejitascomías?

He nearly killed him. Go on in.

-Moñeta? Orejitas? -Just nicknames.

They call him Moñetes because his grandfather...

pulled his hair back in a bun.

And Orejitascomías is someone whose father had his ears chewed by a pig.

-What about Culonegro? -Come on in.

Questions, questions!

Water?

Water?

Thank you.

-Good morning. -Here.

Here, María, it's full now. There, that's it.

-Good morning. -Hello.

Leave it alone!

Leave it alone!

Listen, wait.

The men don't fetch water here.

She used to clean for don Fernando.

She'd make you a good maid.

María can do everything.

-Clean, sweep, wash up... -Haven't you got anything better to do?

Come on, off with you! Everybody go home!

And she's cheap. Only one peseta a day.

-One peseta? -Very cheap.

Witch.

Geraldo!

Geraldo!

Geraldo!

They've brought all this stuff. They say it's for you.

But it's all the same.

Don Quixote. It's very good.

-It's in Spanish. You can have it. -Thank you.

-What will you do with all these? -Read them, of course.

All of them?

Then you have a big job ahead of you.

I couldn't go to university because of the war.

You've got all you need here.

-"My Travels... " -My Travels through Central Asia.

I love traveling.

I was born in Malta.

-Malta? -My father is a soldier.

Before the war, I traveled through France, Italy...

to Yugoslavia.

Now I want to cross the Sahara, live with the Tuaregs...

go up the Atlas.

I'd like to travel as well. But you need money to travel.

-No, no money. Only walking. -Walking?

You walked to all those places?

Yes, in the end we bought a donkey.

A donkey, of course.

But you can't go where I want to go on a donkey or by walking.

Where?

Argentina. A wonderful place.

Ah, yes, the Pampas.

No, not the Pampas.

Buenos Aires! The best town in the world.

They say the streets smell of cologne...

and the women always smell sweet.

There are taps for hot water and taps for cold water.

Fantastic.

-Paco, would you mind? -Posting it? No.

Actually, I have to go to Ugíjar tomorrow.

"Dora... Dora..."

"Dora Carrington."

Who's that?

-Your girlfriend? -Not exactly.

-Good morning. -You're up early today.

No, you haven't been to bed.

-lf Paco comes... -Won't you eat something?

-No, thank you. -Morning.

Good morning. Here, Paco.

To post in Ugíjar. I'm going to walk a little.

-All right. -Goodbye.

-Another one for the girlfriend. -Oh, my.

All he does is read and write...

and then off he goes up into the mountains, like the goats.

-Why? -He's got nothing else to do.

I suppose so.

Good afternoon.

-Here's the fennel, Mother. -Thank you.

I'd like to introduce you...

to my daughter Ángeles.

You have a daughter?

Yes. Isn't she pretty? Look how white her skin is.

-Look how she goes red. -Oh, dear, I must go.

-It's getting late. Bye. -Bye.

She reminds me of her father so much.

-Her father? Did he die? -No, of course not.

-You don't know who he is? -Who is he?

Don Fernando! Who else?

-This don Fernando? -That's right.

The master. The cacique.

Though don Gabriel beat him last time.

Culonegro?

You don't miss a trick.

That's right.

But before that the boss was don Fernando.

Nothing.

The beans are finished. And the wheat. There's nothing here.

There's no bacon, either. How can I make the stew?

You haven't given me anything.

Yes, I'm expecting something from England.

There's a delay.

It's all right. Don't fret.

I know what we'll do. Come on.

Come with me.

Well? What do you think?

All this is wine?

Wine, oil, wheat, barley. This house never goes without.

And I've got the key. I've already told you why.

You see, when don Fernando...

used to go out early on his horse to see the workers...

he'd come back, and get into bed with me.

-What about doña Clara? -She wasn't there.

She used to go to mass and see the priest or wherever.

And when you had your daughter?

She accepted it.

Such things happen and that's that.

And she herself held the baby at the christening.

-Doña Clara? -She's a saint with everybody.

But with me she's a witch.

Geraldo!

Tell him to shut up.

-Geraldo? -Yes?

Geraldo!

-There's a letter for you from... -Carrington.

What's all this shouting?

And at this time of day!

-A letter from the girlfriend. -What were you doing?

-Me? -You took the key.

It was open, so I showed it to him.

You be more careful.

I'd locked it.

-Good news? -Yes, they're coming.

Them? Your girlfriend?

And my best friend, Ralph Partridge, and Lytton Strachey.

-Who's that? -A famous writer.

Queen Victoria's biographer. He's ill.

-Ill? -And he's related to the queen.

Very important folk. And they'll all want hot water.

We must fix up the house.

The roof, windows...

That means calling in builders.

-It costs money. -Exactly.

I ought to bring my Ángeles in because on my own...

-And you owe me a month's wages. -Yes, but they're bringing money.

Can you talk to the builders and pay later?

I can talk to the builders and try to...

Thank you, Paco.

Look at his beard!

Paco!

What happened?

-We expected you earlier. -We got it wrong.

They were waiting in Granada and...

Paco.

-Please take him to the lavatory. -Yes.

-Come on. -Right.

What's wrong with him? He seems in a bad way.

-Ah, piles! -Piles, yes.

Here's the lavatory.

The lavatory.

Yes, yes.

No. Paco.

Here we are. Right.

Where do they go?

Let me give you a hand. This is the young lady's?

See how clever I am?

Right, all these things to Geraldo's room, and these to...

No, that and that are Ralph's. To the room with the big bed.

And that's Lytton's. This room here.

Aren't you going to introduce us?

The queen's cousin, right?

Well, I'd like to say that we're very honored...

to have such fine folk here.

And...

Well, that's it.

Now come and sit down. You must eat.

You must all be very hungry.

Come and sit down.

Ángeles, bring more wine. Sit down.

This is a potato omelet.

You don't have that there. I bet you don't.

Juliana!

Coming, Mother. I'm being painted.

-What about the figs? -Here they are. I'll bring them in a minute.

I have to go.

You see, I didn't tell my mother.

Can you come tomorrow?

Yes, but what time?

Same time. Can you?

Yes, if I know in advance.

Goodbye.

Wait.

Thank you.

Thank you.

-God be with you. -Goodbye.

The first night was potato omelet, the next, cod and rice.

-They didn't like it. -Fried bread crumbs yesterday.

Yes, bread crumbs. They didn't like that, either.

Yes, bread crumbs. They didn't like that, either.

-And what about the porridge now? -They don't like it.

We've been giving them food fit for a king. Just as well they leave tomorrow!

-These folks just don't like olive oil. -What's wrong with it?

Well, for frying they use butter, which is much more refined.

-I don't know. Customs differ. -But their customs are weird.

Here.

And all those letters to the girlfriend...

and she comes with another fellow.

-That's his best friend. -That makes it worse!

-And the one with the beard? -Yes, where does he fit in?

-He does the most complaining. -He's the boss, or the rich one.

-He's a bit... -Yes.

And he's with the master's friend.

But the master's friend is...

Why is he sleeping with the master's girlfriend?

-María, can you heat up some water? -Yes.

-For the piles. -Good.

Geraldo, since they leave tomorrow...

let's have a party with dancing, musicians, and...

Yes, but I haven't got much money.

Just give me enough for a bottle of spirits...

and tobacco for the musicians. That'll do.

Who's that?

-The witch's daughter. -Juliana.

No.

-Witch's daughter? -Martina.

Be careful she doesn't give you the evil eye.

Dance.

Come on.

Geraldo.

Geraldo, dance with my Ángeles.

I can't. I can't.

-Dance with him. -Go on, dance.

You can dance, Paco.

-Me? -Yes, yes.

-Let's go. Much better. -Come on, girlie.

Dance.

What happened?

Bravo!

-What's the matter? -I feel bad.

-I can't do anything. -María!

Don Gabriel.

I'd forgotten.

Do you know Geraldo, the Englishman?

I've seen him around.

It's a small village, isn't it?

Well, I'm going to give don Gabriel something.

I'll be back in a minute.

-Anyway, bye for now. -Bye.

Nice to meet you.

What was that?

-Superstition. -Flies?

It's supposed to be an aphrodisiac.

-Really? -Yes.

You see, María's a bit of a witch and she makes a few coppers with it.

Do you eat it?

No, no, you rub it on.

You rub it on your privates.

Filthy. Superstitious nonsense. Country bumpkin stuff.

That's why I want to go to Buenos Aires. How can you like it here?

-And no women, either. -Yes, that's the worst part.

You, I know who you like.

You like Juliana.

-She's a bit young, though. -Young?

Well, she's still a virgin.

She can't be more than 15 or 16. But don't you worry.

-You know what you have to do. -No, I don't.

I've tried, but she avoids me.

Then all you have to do is hire her.

Hire her as a maid. Then she won't be able to run away.

-What about María? -María will be happy. Less work.

-Still there? -I'm making the soup.

Some help you are.

What are you doing with those herbs?

They're for the soup.

-Get that out of my sight! -Why?

I don't want witchcraft here.

Oh, I feel so bad.

-What's the matter, María? -She's brought those herbs of hers.

-What do you mean? It's only basil. -I don't trust her one bit.

-She's a witch like her mother. -Take it easy, María.

It's only basil.

It's an Indian plant the Arabs bring.

It's good as a condiment with garlic and oil.

I know you're an educated man, and well-read and all that.

But if something happens to you, don't come to me.

Oh, Lord, give me strength.

It says, "sweet basil."

The Greeks say that basil has magical powers.

It'll turn you to stone if you look at it.

And in Moldavia if a man accepts a sprig from a young maid...

he may fall madly in love with her.

Best not to tell María, right?

See how interesting books are?

I'll teach you to read if you like.

They taught me a bit, but I forgot it. And there's nothing to read.

Yes, but you can take books here.

-I have some in Spanish. -I haven't got much free time.

-I'm going to bed, I'm tired. -Of course.

-God be with you. -Good night.

Right, that's ready.

Let's go.

So my advice didn't work?

No, and now I've got two women around the house.

Angry ones. More money.

Can you lend me...

-Some money? -Yes.

-Well, what's happening with Juliana? -Nothing. She won't let me near her.

It's worse than before.

-She sees me as her boss, not as an equal. -I see.

Down, down, down.

Look, look.

Damn and blast!

It wasn't my fault. This is bad.

-I was a soldier. -I bet.

Now what will we eat?

The decoy? No, man.

That'd be killing the golden goose.

I know. Jealousy's the trick.

-With the partridge? -No, with Juliana.

She's not worried about anything.

Be seen with another girl and make her jealous.

-Get it? -Yes.

Ángeles and the Englishman.

Everything's fine. Just act normal.

I'll say hello.

Come, ladies. Mass is beginning.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Where have you been?

Working, studying, reading. I read a lot.

-What do you read? -Poetry, mainly.

-French poets, English poets... -And Spanish poets?

Yes, Góngora, Quevedo, Garcilaso...

Have you read St. Teresa of Jesus?

No, not that one.

Let's go in.

I'm going to give you something. You'll like it.

Thank you.

I'm glad you listened to me and came to our church.

And in good company, I see. I hope you like the sermon.

Come with me. You deserve a special place.

Don't kneel or cross yourself. Go up into the pulpit.

The best place to follow mass. The bishop's favorite. Go up, go up.

Here's your dinner.

-What's that? -Porridge.

But it's rather...

With no extras. Don't worry, I'll fix that right away.

And it's disgusting. But it's not my fault.

I have to do everything because she stays in bed all day.

Hello.

Now the other one! If you want some, serve yourself.

There.

-What happened? -Your plan. It's working.

She's jealous. Good, good. Well done.

Perfect.

Don't take any notice.

She's having a bad time of things.

Really bad.

Look.

You'll have to win her over little by little.

But not too fast.

Step by step. A little touch, a little hug.

A little kiss.

Can I help?

I came to help my mother.

Yes, she's not very well. She's in her bedroom.

If you don't need me, good night.

Good night.

Oh, the pain!

Oh, the pain!

That's it, push.

-The pain! -Push now.

Don't just stand there. Bring some hot water! Come on, now!

Come here, little one.

-Bring a knife. -A knife? What for?

-A knife, man, bring a knife! -Of course.

Slowpoke!

-Ángeles, come here. Make some strips. -Knife.

Help her with the strips.

Ángeles, come here.

Tie a knot here.

Right here.

-You, here. -Where?

Here, next to the skin. There.

Tight?

Good and tight.

Now cut it.

Go on, cut it. Don't be afraid. Yes!

Careful! Oh, how lovely.

There we are.

That's it.

Who's the father, María?

-Don Fernando. Who else? Stupid question. -Sorry.

Kitchen. Excuse me. Okay.

Shall I help you?

Thank you.

Congratulations.

-I'm very surprised. I didn't know. -You didn't know my mother was a witch?

She taught me.

Are you a witch, too?

Mother said she heard me crying in the womb.

Is that a sign?

Oh, I'm so alone!

Oh, I'm so alone!

What's the matter?

-Last night, don Fernando. -What?

-He died in Granada. -What time?

The early hours, I suppose.

Someone came to tell Uncle Emiliano.

My father asked to be buried here in Yegen.

I hope they'll come for him.

-Did I give you the key? -No.

Right, that's it.

Let's go.

Do you mind?

-Oh, no. -It's not for long.

Careful!

But...

Where's she going?

To take what they can.

Before doña Clara turns up.

The key. Oil, wheat, barley, yes.

The caciques always profit from scarcities.

Here.

Anyone would think you'd never seen a baby before.

Thank you. Yes.

It was the same with don Fernando's father and Aunt Máxima.

You mean...

Well, whose daughters did you think they were?

But Emiliano...

Married her to cover up.

Don Fernando's father gave him the house and some land...

and made him his manager.

-I see. -You have to watch out for the masters.

First my children, now my husband.

I married him to get away from my mother and I hid myself here.

Anyway, I'm not boring you, I hope.

No, no, no. Very interesting.

You don't know how happy I am...

to talk to someone so cultured, so sensitive.

Look at these poor wretches. No education, nothing.

And that newborn baby, what a future!

Yes, yes, of course.

Listen, we could be the godparents.

-Yes. -What?

You and me, the godparents.

The child will have to be baptized, won't it?

And we don't make a bad couple, do we?

-Perhaps it's not such a good idea. -Right.

You know what I mean?

And people would say it was my late husband's child.

And if they saw us together...

tongues would start wagging.

No, it's no good.

-But you could. -I could what?

Be the godfather.

And Ángeles could be the godmother. They're sisters after all.

By the way, it's customary for the godfather to pay for the party.

That'll be all right with you, won't it?

Let us continue, please.

Hold the baby.

I think we got too many cakes.

I'll never save up to go to Argentina.

I'm worried about your money, Paco.

-I will pay you back. -You should worry about Culonegro.

Why? It was an accident.

He may think you did it on purpose.

Let me give my Englishman a kiss.

He deserves one, doesn't he?

-Thanks to him, the truth shone forth. -No, I only...

Yes.

You were, and you may not realize this, God's instrument.

St. Teresa said it. "Blessed are the clumsy, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."

You must be thinking of the Beatitudes. St. Teresa never said that.

Can I take our hero away from you for a moment?

Of course.

-We'll be right back. -When she spoke of innocence...

That was not St. Teresa. It was the Beatitudes.

What I'm going to say may sound rather audacious...

especially coming from a woman...

but sometimes we have to take the initiative.

To come straight to the point, this is a proposal of marriage.

What?

-Surprised? -Yes, a little.

Look, Gerald. Apart from the house, I've got a farm and some land.

And that's in Yegen, in Granada there's much more.

Now, it could all be yours if you marry Ángeles.

I've always been concerned about her future.

She's my late husband's only living daughter.

But there's one problem.

María, her mother. I can't stand her.

She's mean and selfish.

If I left it all to Ángeles, she'd take it all away from her.

But if she married you, that wouldn't happen.

I know you like the girl.

-I do? -I've seen you together.

You make a nice couple. Think about it.

These things need time. I'm returning to Granada...

but my friend Felicidad will keep me posted.

Let her know when you decide.

All right.

You're a lucky man.

The sun shines out of your ass.

Do you see me as a cacique?

Perfectly.

Look, the coach to Ugíjar will be here soon.

I don't want servants or houses or land.

Hello, don Geraldo. I took the gun.

-Yes, yes. -Thank you, don Geraldo.

And I'm not ready for marriage.

No one is. Do you know anyone who likes the idea?

-Ángeles is pretty and nice, but l... -Yes, I know what you mean.

You like Juliana. But she's as poor as a church mouse.

-That's what I like. -You're screwed.

All right, go ahead and do what you want. You can afford to, but listen to me.

I'm not rich. My father didn't leave me a penny.

That supports my argument.

-Now, some advice. -Yes?

-Think about it, damn it! -Your advice isn't much help.

Culonegro.

-Keep walking. -He's got a gun.

Come on.

-Good afternoon to you, don Geraldo. -God go with you, don Gabriel.

-"Don Geraldo"? -Of course. He respects you now.

You're his opponent. The other cacique. You see?

Good day to you, don Geraldo.

Don Geraldo?

Good afternoon, don Geraldo.

-Good afternoon, don Geraldo. -Back from your stroll?

Hello.

-Evening, don Geraldo. -I need to talk to you.

-To say you didn't expect this? -I didn't do anything.

No. Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth.

-You're wrong. -Let me go!

I know what you want!

To marry her, own the house, and keep me for that!

I thought I'd make some soup before the fried bread crumbs.

-Good night. -Good night.

I don't like this.

That sly bitch making his bed.

-I can't, Mother. I can't! -You're going to marry him anyway.

Get into bed with him.

And don't worry. He'll know what to do.

Go on!

Go away!

It's all right. It's me.

Ángeles! What are you doing?

Since we're going to get married, what does it matter?

We must talk.

I think there's been a misunderstanding.

I think you're very pretty and very clever...

but I don't...

In love? In love.

I'm not in love.

-You must have done something. -Me?

My Ángeles wouldn't just run away.

And what shall I do with the baby?

-And that slut. -Get this straight!

-I won't marry her. -Now you're telling me that.

After walking with her through the whole village.

I said no!

Man!

-Didn't you hear? -What?

That doña Clara will leave everything to you if you marry my Ángeles.

Then I'll go and say no now!

What's wrong with him? Has he gone mad?

-Wait. Where are you going? -To talk to doña Clara.

She's not here.

-She's gone back to Granada. -Then I'll talk to Felicidad.

-She went with Clara. -I saw her in church.

Thank you.

Hello?

Don Virgilio?

Yes, Geraldo, what brings you here?

I'm sorry. Have you seen doña Felicidad?

Yes, I just heard her confession. Felicidad.

-Felicidad. -Yes?

Geraldo's here.

Oh, hello, Gerald.

I just wanted to give you a message for doña Clara.

Yes.

The message is... The message is...

Thank you for the offer, but I say no.

All right. I'll write to her...

and send the letter off to Granada tomorrow morning.

Right.

-All right. -Thank you.

Bitch! Filthy slut!

Trying to get a witch into the house!

Filthy slut! Bitch!

I'll kill you and your fucking mother!

Get out of this fucking house, María.

Don't point that at me!

I'm leaving, I'm leaving!

-Have you seen Felicidad? -Yes, and I said no.

Oh, my God!

Take your child and go.

Here.

I haven't got much more.

Well?

And this is the money line. Let's see.

You're going to be rich.

People will talk about you. Oh, my, he's going to be famous.

Now it's my turn.

This long line is the love line.

I see a great love with an English gentleman.

Ah, he's rich.

-She's coming back! -Who is?

María!

No, no, no. Oh, my God. This man! Geraldo, no.

Careful!

Sorry, I thought...

No, it's my fault for coming like a thief in the night.

-Is something wrong? -Yes. I wanted to talk to you.

-Now? -I'll leave you, then. I'm going to bed.

Go with God.

-Good night. -Good night.

-May I? -Yes, please do.

It was politics.

At the Diet of Augsburg, Charles V had to show he was strong...

because he had the Turks at the gates of Vienna...

and the French king was waiting.

Instead of having the council in Germany, as they should have...

they held it in Trent and hammered Luther. And spoiled everything.

Yes, yes.

If there hadn't have been a schism, Luther would have accepted...

and priests could have married.

And you could marry doña Felicidad.

Exactly, with felicity for all.

-An interesting conversation. -Yes.

-I hope I haven't bored you. -No, no.

It's been so good talking to you. In this village, who else is there?

Same here.

We didn't talk about free will and predestination.

-Another time. -Yes, another time.

-Good night. -Good night.

Juliana.

-Oh, my God! -What is it?

I don't understand. It's me.

Is this a joke? No, it isn't. What's the matter?

Tell me what's wrong.

That's normal.

-She'd just lost her virginity. -She wouldn't stop crying.

I didn't do anything.

She took the initiative, with her eyes closed, I admit, but...

They tend to exaggerate, with their honor and all that...

but if she was asleep then she's safe.

-From who? -From you.

-From me? -Of course.

That's important to her. She doesn't want you to take her for a slut.

Yes, but she's gone. She's not here.

She'll be back.

When? It's been two days. I feel terrible.

Why?

I gave my money to María to...

-To leave, right? -Yes.

And now, no money, no Juliana.

Don't ask me for any more.

Letter for don Geraldo.

-Thanks. -What's going on?

-Who's it from? -Ralph.

Really?

That's you. What does it say?

"War hero remembered."

"Adeline von Roeder has left her nephew Gerald Brenan...

"for his self-sacrifice...

"£7,700."

-My God! -And a pound is a lot of pesetas.

He looks good in uniform.

Any news?

Yes. They're coming.

-They're coming? The three of them? -No, only Ralph.

-He's met a young bookseller. -So he's broken with the others?

-Well, not exactly. -I see.

So it was three before and now it's four?

More or less.

-Guess what I dreamed. -What?

That we had a child.

Ralph! Ralph, my friend!

-Remember me? Paco. -Oh, Paco!

How are you?

-Very delighted. -Delighted.

Joaquín, make some room. Get these kids out of here.

Ralph, Geraldo's...

Morning.

-Quick, come here. -What is it?

-Where's the singer? -There.

Where?

That's a gramophone. The music's recorded.

Has it got wheels?

Never seen the sea before?

But you can see it from Yegen on a clear day.

Yes...

but I didn't know it was so big.

-Can you drink it? -No, it's salt water.

-Can you wash in it? -No, you can't do that, either.

So what's the point of it?

Come on! Come on!

-Geraldo, look. The sleeping boy. -What's that?

Now.

-Now ask your question. -Me?

Will we have a son?

Or even a daughter.

You'll have a daughter.

A very beautiful daughter.

Why are you laughing? You think it's lies?

-How much? -Whatever you want.

It's true. They say he's never been wrong.

-You ignore me. -What do you mean?

I say I want a baby and you don't care.

All I'm saying is that you're too young now, but later...

That's a lie! You're ashamed of me!

-Me? -Yes, you.

-You're always with your friends. -But they like you a lot.

Well, I don't like them at all. I'm not going to Granada.

-But it's all arranged. -Find another girl to laugh at.

-Geraldo! -That's great.

Geraldo, I need some cash.

Everything's arranged. The anisette, the cognac, the tobacco.

Best not to have a party tonight. We have to get up early.

What do you mean?

Everybody's dying to see that music machine.

And aren't you going by car?

-Yes. -That's it then.

The car will do all the work.

That's a tango. Argentinean.

Argentinean.

-Interesting instrument. -Yes.

The church must attend such an event.

Even though the dance is rather...

Is it true you're going to Granada tomorrow?

Yes. Why?

Do you think... I mean... Could you take two more?

Two?

Look, Geraldo. I can't take any more.

This is a declaration of love.

If she accepts, we'll go together.

Here. Please give it to her.

You want me to be the messenger?

Yes, and as quickly as you can, please.

This is not fit for priests. Even sinful ones like me.

Go on. Thank you.

-What do you think? -I don't know. What's going on?

Why are they all after her?

Because she looks so pretty...

-but above all, because she's not a virgin. -So?

She's got nothing to lose.

Look at all the boys. Like flies around honey.

What does that mean?

It means that from now on, you'll have to be careful.

-Paco, will you do me a favor? -Sure. Anything.

-Keep an eye on her. -Of course I will.

-Keep the boys away. -I understand.

If she gets pregnant...

All right, Geraldo, I understand.

-Don't worry, nobody will get her pregnant. -Thanks, my friend.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-I'll put the case in the back. -Thank you.

-Let's go, then. -What about Felicidad?

She's not coming.

What happened?

Changed her mind at the last moment.

Why?

A woman like her, wasted on a place like this.

Are you sure you still want to go?

How could I stay with her there? It'd be scandalous.

I prefer to hope she'll run away one day and come to me in Granada.

-Why do you read all the time? -This is getting interesting.

-What is it? -The story of Don Quixote.

Who's he? A cacique?

He's got a lot in common with us, and you, Geraldo, and me, and all that.

Another one who beds the maid.

Not this one. He's a gentleman.

The gentlemen are the worst.

That doesn't happen to him...

but another who makes his best friend bed his wife.

-What for? -To test her virtue.

-And what happens? -You can imagine what happens.

-Does the husband find out? -Yes, he does. But he doesn't mind.

Geraldo mustn't find out.

Why not? We're friends.

Because he's English and they're strange folk.

And because I say so!

I haven't had hot food for days.

Máxima's fried breadcrumbs are very good.

Martina, let's clear up.

Right, and now a little siesta.

You haven't done a thing all day.

Come on, back to work.

-While there's some wind. -Yes.

It is a windy day.

-Tell me, what happened? -Nothing.

Everything was fine. I kept the boys away from her.

Did you? How did you do it?

The first night I tested her virtue.

Yes. We put the gramophone on with that tango...

-and started to dance. -And?

She didn't last a minute.

She what?

Yes. We...

We slept together.

After that, we put on the gramophone every night and we danced.

-What? -We slept together.

It was the only way to keep her away from the boys.

You're joking, right? You're joking.

Don't tell me you're upset.

It was what you wanted.

So she wouldn't get pregnant.

-And she didn't? -No.

-I'm a master in the art of withdrawal. -That's good news.

Geraldo, let's stay friends.

Damn it, friends share their things.

Look at Ralph and Carrington.

-That's completely different. -Don't get upset.

I'm really sorry.

I hadn't realized you were so interested in the girl.

It won't happen again.

I hope not, you bastard!

I'm so sorry, Geraldo. Geraldo!

Geraldo.

Did you play it?

Every day.

I love it.

I know everything.

What about?

What happened here.

-Did Paco tell you? -No.

-Paco didn't tell me. -Then who was it?

When I was in Ugíjar I asked the sleeping boy.

I asked if my lover had been faithful while I'd been away.

And he said...

"She betrays you with your best friend when the music machine plays."

Geraldo, forgive me!

I'm sorry.

The music drives me wild, and Paco dances so well.

I'm sorry!

-I'm not pregnant. -How do you know?

My period came yesterday.

Geraldo, I only want your child.

We're too different. We can't live together.

It's not your fault.

Perhaps it's me. I'm not ready for marriage.

You don't understand.

I'm not talking of marriage.

I just want to have your child. You don't have to marry me.

-So what about the child? -You don't need to worry about that.

I do worry.

If I have a child, I want to bring it up.

Then do it.

You'd do it best.

Anyway...

you know what the village women say?

The best place to try for a baby is in bed.

Really?

-You know what? -What?

I think I am.

Are what?

Pregnant, Geraldo, what else?

You sure?

I'm sure. I've missed two periods.

Anyway, I know.

When I'm fat and ugly will you still sleep with me?

Of course, my little one.

Geraldo?

Damn him.

Geraldo!

Geraldo.

Look, here's a letter for you. I think it's from England.

Thank you, Paco.

Look, Geraldo...

since I haven't seen you since...

I just wanted you to know...

that I feel really bad.

I'm sorry, Geraldo. I'm such a fool.

Don't worry. We're friends again.

Really?

Oh, I'm so glad!

I'm so glad, Geraldo!

Anyway, I hope it's good news.

-I've had some good news. -Have you? What's that?

We're going to have a child.

No!

Geraldo, I'm so happy for you!

-That's marvelous! Is it what you wanted? -Yes.

We have to celebrate.

Anyway...

I'll leave you two alone.

Right, I'll go then, Geraldo.

If there's anything you need, just ask.

We're friends again.

-Anyway, go with God, Geraldo. -Bye. Thank you, Paco.

Is something wrong?

-Lytton, he's very ill. -Who's written? Ralph?

It's affected Carrington.

They're afraid she may commit suicide if Lytton dies.

What a shame!

Ralph wants me to go. We'll all look after him.

In any case, I have to go.

The inheritance, papers and all that.

What is it?

I don't want you to go.

If you go, you'll never come back.

-Of course I'll come back. -No.

Don't be like that.

Of course I'll come back.

Will you keep to our agreement?

I'm going to be a father. It's the most important thing in my life.

If you go, what will I do here without you?

You could go to your mother's in Motril.

You have family there. I'll make sure you have all you need.

-Will you give me something? -What?

-I'm so happy you trust me again. -Thanks, Paco.

Keep me posted.

Don't worry. I'll keep you up to date.

-lf you need more money, tell me and... -It's all right.

-Bye, my friend. -Goodbye.

Bye. See you soon.

-Wait, Geraldo. -What is it?

-We haven't chosen a name. -Oh, yes.

-I don't know. -lf it's a boy, Geraldo, but if it's a girl?

I think it will be.

-Juliana? -No.

-What was your mother's name? -Helen.

Right, if it's a girl, Helen.

Elena, in Spanish.

Right, Elena.

I can hear her crying.

Here, inside.

Goodbye, my little one. Off you go!

Three years later

Don Geraldo's wife.

-Gamel. -That's right. Gamel.

Delighted.

She's tired from the journey.

Oh, you're not well?

Come on, sit down here.

By the fire.

You'll soon get warm. Where have you been?

Go and shoot some partridges for supper tonight.

Excuse me, don Geraldo.

-Do you mind if I get the gun? -Of course you can.

-She doesn't look too well. -It's her lungs. She has to take care.

I'll make her some soup.

Don Geraldo, we didn't know what to do with those papers.

That's all right.

I don't think you've chosen the best time to come.

-What's the matter? -You shouldn't feel obligated.

Where is he? Where is he? Don Geraldo, the long lost son!

-Paco! -Where have you been?

-How are you? -Fine. And you?

This is my wife, Gamel.

Delighted.

Very delighted. Yes, yes.

It was about time you came back, wasn't it? Three years, or more?

Yes, well, it's been complicated.

Anyway, how are your friends?

-Lytton and Ralph. How's Ralph? -Lytton died.

Oh, dear.

-What about the girl? -Carrington tried to commit suicide.

-We saved her. -Thank goodness.

But she tried again some months later and...

I didn't know.

-Oh, dear. -So, how's everything here?

In the village? Well, I've got a lot to tell you.

-Have you? -Yes.

-She's pregnant. -By who?

She came back from Motril a year ago. There was a man, now there's another.

Having you to support her...

They haven't spoken to me since.

Look who it is.

Culonegro does whatever he wants to now and nobody stops him.

-Welcome back, don Geraldo. -Morning, don Gabriel.

If you'd accepted Clara's offer...

How's my daughter?

Elena's fine. As fine as anyone could be in this shitty village.

-She's a lovely child. -Does she look like Juliana?

She looks just like her.

-Go with God, don Edelmiro. -Morning. Goodbye.

-Who was that? -Don Virgilio's replacement.

Actually, the first replacement was run out of the village by the women.

This one's been here a year. He brought his housekeeper with him.

-But the girl's in good health? -Yes.

Listen, Geraldo.

You're under no obligation. You've done enough.

-But she's my daughter. -I know.

-We made an... -An agreement. I know, Geraldo.

She's the one who didn't keep to it.

Are they firing rockets?

He called me Moñetes.

I called him Culonegro.

He raised his gun.

We both fired.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

What have they done to my Gabriel? Oh, this is terrible! Gabriel!

Gabriel! Speak to me!

Please, wait. Please, María.

Get off, Father.

It's no good. He's dead.

All right, Father. Go ahead.

This is terrible! What will become of this poor child?

Oh, Lord, take me, too! Oh, Lord!

Don't worry, Emiliano.

I'll get you a lawyer and whatever's necessary.

We'll get him out.

Poor Emiliano's in a fix. If it'd been the other way around...

But Culonegro's family has a lot of influence.

This is bad.

I've worked it all out.

I'm going to sell some land I inherited and go.

-Where? -Where else? To Argentina.

Buenos Aires.

I can't stand this. I don't want to die here.

Good evening. Sorry to interrupt.

No, please.

Can I ask you a question?

Of course.

It's just that I've heard that you won't be here long.

So, would you mind taking me to Granada?

Of course not.

I've made a decision.

My nieces and nephews are grown up now.

My brother doesn't understand, but he will in the end.

I want to start a new life.

He's waiting for me.

-Don Virgilio? -Of course.

So that's it.

-Thank you. -Good night.

Good night.

-Bye. -Bye.

1, 2, 3, 4...

5, 6, 7...

8, 9, 10!

-Hello. -8, 9, 10.

-Are you playing? -It's broken.

Shall I fix it?

A swing.

How old are you?

-Four. -No.

-You're three. -No.

-What's your name? -Her name's Elena.

You know that.

Hello, Juliana.

Hello, Geraldo.

-You look lovely. -What do you want?

I wanted to see you and meet the baby.

It took you a long time.

I gave birth to her alone.

I've raised her alone.

And everybody here asked me, "Where's don Geraldo?"

I'm sorry.

Things didn't work out as I expected.

Every day I've waited.

And now you've come with your wife...

-to take our little girl away. -No.

I've no right to take her away from you.

I'll keep on helping you both.

If she stays here, she'll be poor like the rest of us.

She'll always be poor.

-But she's your daughter. -Take her, Geraldo.

Give her a better life.

And she'll remind you of me.

I've never known a woman like you.

A swing.

Granada, twenty years later

Excuse me.

Geraldo?

Juliana?

Elena...

-this is... -I was your father's housekeeper in Yegen.

It's been years since I last saw him.

You look well. I'm glad I saw you.

And your pretty daughter.

-Well, goodbye. -Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, don Geraldo.

Gerald Brenan died in Alhaurín el Grande in 1987.

On Spain he wrote "The Spanish Labyrinth,"

"The Literature of the Spanish People," and "South from Granada."

This film is a tribute to a man who displayed an enormous liking for

and understanding of the Spanish character.