All language subtitles for Jarrapellejos 1987 Eng

(buzzing)

Ah! Pedro Luis, I swear!
I'm sure of it!

It goes up! It goes up! It goes up!

Oh, that gets me, Pedro Luis,
he's getting into me!

Oh!

Ah! Ah!

Hold the horse.
Grab the reins.

Whoa! Freeze!
Yuck! Yuck!

Get it off me, for God's sake! Get it off me!
Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Yes, yes. This way. A little lower.
Further down, daughter?

On the left. Oops... Not so much.

Pedro Luis, for God's sake,
he's going to see us...

No, nobody sees us.
A little further down...

Can't find it?
I can't find anything...

Oh... My husband...

Hello, my boy.
I almost didn't know you.

-What are you doing
What are you doing not in the apothecary's shop?

-They needed this for the mix
for the new device they brought in.

Well, get in, we'll give you a ride.

Have no fear, ladies and gentlemen.

Do not be afraid. There is no danger.
The German-made device

has all,
absolutely all the guarantees.

In addition, once the first demonstration
the first demonstration,

in this peaceful place,

fortunately not contaminated
by such a terrible plague,

Mr. Nielsen will be looking for you.

In search of the langosto, naturally.

To demonstrate in situ that such a terrible plague
that such a terrible plague,

that has plagued
this city for centuries,

can remain,
thanks to modern techniques,

absolutely eradicated.

But come closer, come closer,
there is no danger whatsoever.

(laughs)

Oh, poor man.

For once we have been visited
a prominent figure...

and then blame it on us, as usual.
us, as usual.

You will see how they are looking for ruin.
We are on our way.

-It is important to
isolate the skin from the acid.

The acid and gas
that the apparatus gives off...

-No, I can't. I've eaten too much.
-Oops, he doesn't like it.

-Yes, I do like them, but as I have a rather delicate
a bit of a delicate stomach and...

Let's go, let's go,
Mr. General Manager.

Don't be a complimentary person.

Try it, you will see how it suits you.
It is another of our specialties.

-It's a little strong.

-Excellence,
How are our girls treating you?

-Good, very good.

Does it sting?
-No...

Purita, Purita, don't get so close.
-It doesn't fucking sting.

And sit down, for you cannot
nor should you stand.

-What about Ernesta?
Where has Ernesta gone?

Ernesta, woman,
where have you been?

Let's see if it got lost...
Or it has been eaten by the locust.

Is it true
that my niece is lost?

-Oh, holy virgin,
if you don't know the town...

I told you.
-Maybe he went down to the river.

-Ernesta!

-Here in La Joya no one gets lost if they don't want to get lost.
if he doesn't want to get lost.

-Oh, virgin of solitude....
I don't like anything anymore.

-Woman, you are very cute in the face.
Too bad...

Yes, I've put on a little weight lately, haven't I?
a little bit, haven't I?

She's not here.
He would have heard us by now. Ernesta!

-This is where they're going to start
to pour the acid.

And if someone breathes it
it is dangerous.

-There is no remedy against a plague
that the Almighty commands.

There is no human remedy.
And do you know why?

Because the causes
are not in the larvae

that hide in the grasses.

The worms
are in the hearts of men.

In their sins.
-If the lands were cultivated,

there would be no need for German inventions
German inventions and devices.

The pest originates
in unproductive lands

and then moves on
to that of small farmers,

which are, precisely,
those that are sown.

Friend Cidoncha,
the theoretical lessons at the Liceo.

We come here to work,
not to talk.

But I'm not the one sponsoring the
the fight against the plague, what the fuck.

Let the disgruntled
the usual disgruntled people

of poverty in Extremadura.

Here we fight
with scientific means.

Gentlemen,

this is Europe.

In La Joya we don't need theoreticians,
but people willing to work.

If La Joya
is the best of Extremadura,

Extremadura the best of Spain
and Spain the best of the world,

La Joya is the best thing in the world.
Thank you, daughter.

All back.

Ready.
Go ahead with the demonstration.

(Motor)

(Birds)

(CARRASPEA)

Sorry.

I think I woke her up.

He did not sleep.

I was distracted.

It's dangerous to fall asleep...
or distracted around here.

There are vipers.

You are not from here
from La Joya, are you?

Yes, I am. I was born here.
But I try to be here as little as possible.

I understand.

The one who sure is not the people
is you.

I thought that even in
even in the villages

the most backward people in the world
it used to be customary that before

the gentlemen will introduce themselves.
Sorry.

I do not usually accept
politeness lessons.

-Octavio!

It seems to me that he calls him his master.

(TOSE)

Ernesta...

I got dizzy.
But, baby...

Creature,
something bad could have happened to you.

Don't you understand
that gases are very toxic?

And barefoot, too.

Barefoot out there
with the amount of vipers there are.

You must be out of your mind,
eh, girl?

Count...
-We knew you would come,

but here we did not expect
was his nephew Octavio.

-He has come very thin from Paris.
-The loves.

-And the vices.
-What about the general manager?

-He has become indisposed.

-There has to be a plague in La Joya for them to remember it exists.
for them to remember it exists.

And for once a CEO comes
a general manager comes, he gets drunk.

Shame on you!
They will hear me in the Senate.

-Why did he come back?

-He said he would stay
to live in Paris.

He wanted to be a writer or a musician.
He came back because of an affair.

-A fatal love. "Fou."

The wife of a colonel
or a bishop's, I don't know.

What an ass you are.
-Shut up.

-Lookers.
You look prettier every day.

-I remembered my village,
I packed my bags and here I am.

-You are a cynic.
But you are my friend.

-And you...

a socialist.
But you are also my friend.

-My God! Holy Virgin!
He has been poisoned by the fumes.

The fumes. Poor Ernestita.

In Madrid
you could do whatever you wanted,

but be very careful here:
we burn the fresh ones alive.

Will it be necessary to pump his
stomach pumping?

-No, I don't think that's necessary.
Let him get some air.

Let's see, support it here.
Here, that's it.

Thank you.

Miss Ernesta.
Yes, yes, I know. Octavio.

But how? Did they already know each other?

-Let's see, let's see, I don't allow you to
meet the nephew before the uncle.

It is a lack of consideration.
Very easy to remedy.

Because, without a doubt,
you are the Count of the Cross.

You can call me Jesus.
Nice to meet you, Jesus.

Are you going to stay with us for long
with us?

-Maybe forever.
He only has me.

The poor thing is an orphan.
Yes, poor...

A bit of a whore.
The salts.

No, no, no, thank you.

If I keep breathing perfume
I'm really going to faint.

Thank you, Count.
Call me Jesus.

-If you feel really bad

I can take you home
in the car.

-Yes, it's true. Look how pale her cheeks
so pale. Let's go.

If you want to come too,
and you don't get dizzy at speed...

It is said that you don't know how to choose
your girlfriends.

That the last one,
the one in Paris, you lost.

How to lose, he lost.
Or the woman he loved?

His mother's jewelry.
Grandfather's Goya.

-Love.
-No, billiards.

-Do you think he came back
because of a heartbreak?

No, my daughters. He has returned
because he played up to his eyelashes.

See that farm?
It belonged to Octavio.

-No, uncle.
I sold it because I needed money

for a financial operation
that, unfortunately...

-Now I find out that cards,
dominoes and billiards

are financial transactions.
-A debt of honor.

-Honor is not played at mus, man.

And, when Octavio arrived,
what were you doing?

I told you, I slept.
And then?

Nothing. We barely talk.
How about this? What a beauty.

It's a pity that it is carried
in a place that no one sees.

Woman, it is enough that one
knows that she is wearing it.

And when Octavio arrived
you were... like this,

with bare legs?
Feet.

Bah... What difference does it make
one thing than the other.

Yes, my child,
and it's not so terrible either.

It's just that nothing seems terrible to you.

Hey, why do you bathe so much?

Don't you bathe in La Joya?

Here, apart from the riffraff
who jump into the river in July,

and except for the count and his nephew,
who are proud,

only those who are very
seriously ill patients are bathed.

-Well, we
we do take a bath sometime.

But not naked.

And you, Pura, how long has it been
since you took a bath?

Well... since I went to the doctor.

How often do you take a bath?
Every week.

(ALL) How awful.

-And what is this?

For teeth. Look. You put
the powder here and rub it in.

But do you also brush your teeth?
Of course they do.

Well, I have never
I have never noticed them dirty.

Why would she wash herself so much?
-And besides, being single...

-Unless it's...

-What nails. What feet...

If I could almost go barefoot
to visitors.

The one who has come
from a fool of Paris, is Octavio.

He hasn't paid any attention to us.
He will find us more boring.

-Or uglier.
Or dirtier.

Because there in Paris
I think people bathe a lot.

Good afternoon.

May I come in?
-Of course. Come in, come in.

-I don't want to interrupt you.

-Mr. Octavio,
Would you like to have a drink?

-I can offer you a very tasty water
and watermelon if you want.

-Don't move, don't move,
art comes first.

-I really appreciate it,

but your father already offered me
when I came in.

-She is very beautiful.

(LAUGHTER) -I suppose you mean the
the original, right?

-And you're already well advanced.

-You get bored in La Joya, huh?

You've only been here a week
and it's already a month.

One year!

Can I smoke?

-Who told you I was here?

-If it was me who proposed you
to transfer you to La Joya.

-No, I mean here, in this house, now.
-Ah...

I met
with Pedro Luis Jarrapellejos

and told me you used to come here.

-What else did he tell you?

-Nothing else.

That you had been given to religion.

-Don Roque, the Jarrapellejos priest,

he asked me if I wanted to paint a Purisima
a Purisima for the processions.

I was going to say no,

but then it occurred to me
to paint Isabel.

-The revenge of the atheist.

-I want to turn it into something

that the people have to venerate.

Even if I only do it
from Easter to Palm Sunday.

-So it looks like he's serious.

-Well, that's it for today.
-I'm not tired.

I love to be painted.

-How beautiful.
It's made of mother-of-pearl. He gave it to me.

-And as the solution is
the labeling of the plots...

we have fallen with the whole team.

From there to expropriation
there is only one step.

Relax.

In a month from now, not even God will remember
of that demonstration.

And less of the soplagaitas
from Madrid.

What if they remember?

They are sent to hell.

What if they send us to the Guardia Civil?
But man, doctor,

the Civil Guard is sent against the socialists and anarchists.
socialists and anarchists.

Have you ever seen
ever seen the guards

Charging against the lords?

Street.

At this time of the day is when I most
I like to walk in the countryside.

This is when you can best distinguish
the smells one from the other.

Thyme, broom...
Well, to me it smells like...

aromas of tobacco.

Good afternoon, Mr. Cidoncha.

Good.

It seems that the boyfriend thing is true.
No, man, no.

What happens is that,
on behalf of his brother,

the boy is painting him.

Already.

Wait for me a moment.

Hello, Isabel. How are you?
Fine, and you?

Very well, thank you.

I can see you...
As beautiful as usual.

You see, I'd like to talk to your mother.
She hasn't arrived.

Are you alone?
No, with my father.

Shall I call you?
No, no.

If the person I wanted to talk to
is with your mother...

or with you.

I hear you have a boyfriend.

Look at falling in love with that fool....
Why foolish?

Well, if it's not,
so much the worse for you.

What are you going to get
from a poor teacher like that

who has nowhere to drop dead?

With what you could have,
if you wanted to...

Even car, like others.
Shall I notify my father?

Wait.
What?

Listen.
Or do you think I'm going to eat you?

No.

Nobody eats me.

And you know it well.

Oh...

Is this what feeds the storks?
the storks?

Yes.
And don't you prefer bread?

No. They like tadpoles better.

It is natural.

How you raise them...

The same thing would happen to me.

But, Don Pedro,
how much good around here.

Look at this little girl...
Go on, take it.

You must forgive her.
The poor thing is just not used to it.

Come this way, Don Pedro.

You've lost a lot,
almost everything, with this langosto thing.

I know.

And you didn't want to
go looking for me, like others,

fearing, no doubt, to disturb
but I also know that...

you have been denied a certain loan.

Well, but here I am
to tell you... how much do you need?

No, Don Pedro, it cannot be.

I won't be able to pay you this summer
or next summer.

Here, you'll pay me back.
No, it's impossible.

Here, man.
Don Pedro, this is a lot.

I could get by with half of it.

Man,
what's the point of going to a tight squeeze?

And, when you want more, you go.

You go and ask me.

Wait, Don Pedro, for God's sake,
at least a piece of receipt.

What kind of receipt?
Man, we are among friends.

Hala.
Thank you, Don Pedro.

-To the peace of God.
-Good morning.

-Good morning, Cat.
-Good morning.

-What a day... for those of us who have no
we have no other choice but to chincharnos.

Daughter, bring us some water.

Well, it didn't take you long at all.

-We have been
scrubbing the tavern.

As later in the afternoon
you don't want to see us there...

-And you, go on with your work.
It is dangerous to smoke on the threshing floor.

Be careful.

What?
Did you talk to Isabel's mother?

-Why don't you do it?
-I'm not a procurer.

Besides, among you women, you understand each other better,
you understand each other better.

And you know how Don Pedro gets
when he gets infatuated with something.

Look...

There you have it.

-Tonight, when the moon rises.
-Shut up, they'll hear you.

-I don't understand.

We all come to fish in the same place

and you are always
the one who catches the most crabs.

-Look, look.
That's what I say.

There are fewer and fewer of them. In the old days,
this place was crawling with crabs.

What do you want? The crab
is an endangered animal.

No future. It does not adapt
to new ways of life.

Thick and heavy carapace,
slow movements,

reproduction that needs constant water
and constant temperature...

It will disappear, like the diplodocus or the mammoth
the diplodocus or the mammoth.

Do you know which meat is
meat that carnivores crave the most?

That of their own kind.

How sharp you are, Jarrapellejos.
No. Practical.

Magnificent!
-If only one has fallen....

-But it is his baptism.
The first he has ever caught in his life.

Let's celebrate!

-Nothing, he didn't even let me
not even start the thing.

As soon as he saw my intentions
he spat to the ground.

And, come on, there's nothing to do.

The thing is, I don't know,

I am willing to pay well.

I wouldn't want tonight to have...
Don't worry about it.

That I will be able to find something for him.

You come as planned.

In the era.

When the moon rises.

(Crickets)

It's nothing, woman. Next time
it will be better, you'll see.

Gato! Gato, what are you doing?
Have you gone crazy, Cat?

Cat!
-I'm going to burn everything.

I'm going to burn you alive.
-Let go of me!

-How much did you get from him? -Huh?
How much? Five bucks?

How much did you get out of him? 100 bucks?
Tell me! Answer me!

How much did you get out of it?
I'm going to burn you both alive.

How much did you get out of it, motherfucker?

-You wanted your daughter for yourself, you bastard.
You wanted her for yourself, huh?

Well, fuck you. It was for someone else.

Leave me alone,
you son of a bitch.

You don't like it anymore. Cat! Cat!

As much as I love you...
Cat! Cat!

Gato, Gato, Gato, Gato...
-You don't like me anymore, huh?

What's going on?
-The era of the Cat has been ignited.

-Fast.

(Shouting)

Excuse me. Good morning to you.
Hello, Gato.

(TOSE)

Don Pedro, we still do not know
who it could have been.

Don Fabián, the mayor, says...
He doesn't say anything.

It continues.

What is certain is that the fire
started near my era.

And you will be suspicious

Who could it have belonged to, huh?

Cat...

Cat, I know you. Come.

(TOSE)

Well, everyone saw Gregorio,
Isabel's father...

very angry because some gentlemen
who were fishing in the stream

they looked at the daughter...
without any respect.

And there are some things
that make a parent feel very bad.

Don't talk nonsense, Gato,
and stick to the facts.

You ask me and I answer.

For being pissed off
with some crooks

you don't set fire to your own thing.

Because you...

you told me that the fire
started in your era, didn't you?

Yes, sir. It would appear so.

And this morning he didn't leave the house
and had to go to work.

Well, he'll be upset.

Or sick.

No, sir, he is not sick.
I begin to suspect...

that you know best.

What are you laughing at?

I laugh, Don Pedro,

because with what the father is
to the girl,

if it is proven that it was he who set fire to the
who set fire to the threshing floor

and goes to jail,

well, poor Isabel,
so honored,

so young,

so poor,

and alone with the mother...

What?

Well, he would lose his temper,
wouldn't it?

And for 100 or 150 duros...
What a beast you are, Gato.

Whatever you command, Don Pedro.
And if you weren't such an animal...

you would have seen if Gregorio

you have burns on your clothes
or hands.

Yes, it is.

Oh, you have... you have burns?
Yes, he does, sir.

Then things change.

Of course, he says he burned himself...
trying to put mine out.

It could very well...

burn his grapevine...

and then, to disguise,

turn yours off again.

Right, Gato?

Yes, sir.

It could have been as you say.
Ah, no, no... I'm not saying anything.

Here the only one who says anything is you,
who are the guard.

Whatever you command, Don Pedro.

Well, it seems that everything accuses him.

But...

Why poor Gregorio

was he to set fire to his grazing land?

Man, it will always be better

to set fire to the four ears of corn
one has left

and that do not even serve to pay off
the debt he owes you

and so, with the tale
of misfortune...

You are of the devil's own skin
of the devil, Gato.

You ask me, Don Pedro...
and I answer.

We already have proof

and the cell phone.

Pity of a witness.

Myself.

Last night I saw him hanging around the threshing floor.

Before or after the fire?

After the fire.

And before.

Ah, were you...

near your era last night?

My obligation is to keep watch,
Don Pedro.

And I last night... I saw it all.
Stop it.

So?
Do I denounce him or not?

(Music)

Hasn't Cidoncha come yet?
-No, but he won't be long.

He must have already finished
his classes.

-I'm sorry. Sorry for the delay.

I just found out
about Isabel's father.

In the village
very strange stories are told

about why he is in jail.
See you tomorrow, thank you.

Go talk to Jarrapellejos.

-Don't pay attention.
It may very well be slander.

It is one thing to appoint mayors,
governors, deputies, senators,

and another that is so miserable
as to...

Although, come to think of it,
as studly as he is...

Yes, I wouldn't be surprised
that it is all Don Pedro's doing.

-You tell yourself everything.

-All right.
I agree to head your Lyceum list.

for the next municipal
municipal elections.

-Thank you. If I was sure...

-But don't get your hopes up.

With Don Pedro
we have nothing to do.

Well, with Don Pedro
and with his brother the priest,

his son-in-law, the governor,
the mayor, and a whole network of cousins,

nephews, nieces, nephews, balls and other relatives
that extends throughout the province

and support each other.
-Remove, remove.

We, only with those of the Liceo,
we are already more than 600.

-We won't get anywhere,
but at least we'll make a nuisance of ourselves.

Which is what matters. If we could
know what they're planning...

-That's what you're for, isn't it?

-A rich man who runs out of money
is not a poor man,

Simply put, he is a rich man without money.
Fournier.

Ja... "Povre" with a V.

-The municipalities are there.

We have to check the census,
introduce you to the people...

Anyway, let's get to work.

In principle, you like yourself,

and I'm even willing
to let you use that slogan

that we used
in our college years:

"Bread and showers, the only form
of redemption of this people".

Or was it from this country?

-The fact is that when poor Orencia was orphaned
poor Orencia

with no other patrimony
than the apothecary's shop left by his father...

-which, it must be said,
was clean...

-And finish Eusebio,
Don Pedro's godson,

the career of Pharmacy with no other trade or benefit
or benefit other than his degree,

Jarrapellejos
had one of his brilliant ideas.

-Marry them.
-Exactly.

With what Orencia found
the apothecary his apothecary's shop needed

and Eusebio the apothecary
that the apothecary needed.

Excuse me to tell you that a few weeks after the wedding, the
weeks after the wedding, the young bride,

between emotion and gratitude
to her protector and godfather...

-Maria del Carmen...
Are you also going to count here...

the scene
on the marshmallow box?

(Soft music)

Ernesta...

I like you.

And that's why you don't leave La Joya?
Among other reasons.

Well, so it is said,

you don't leave because you don't have
not even for the train ticket.

I have enough money to take out
two tickets to wherever you want.

To Paris?
To Beijing.

I think they are watching us.

Wait...

I like you too.

Hey...

If you were interested in politics,
you could have told me.

No, it is not that policy
that interests me.

The thing is... this town
needs a mayor like you.

Yes, yes. With your ideas.
Not with mine.

A young, modern mayor...

honest...

Come on, everybody,
let's taste the chocolate.

Do you know who I voted for
in the general election?

To the liberals.

I know very well, Don Pedro.

If you want, here there is no more judge
no more authority.

You're kidding yourself. Believe me, Cruz.

But, anyway, let's suppose
that everything you tell me is true.

What are you trying to do?
To get my husband out of jail.

Just that?

Let the case continue
until it reaches the Audiencia

so that it can, logically, put him back in jail,
to put him back in jail.

In other words,
freedom for a few days, right?

No, forever.

And may all those damned papers
papers that accuse him.

The matter is more serious.

You ask me, mind you....,

to demand...
a public official...

of high responsibility...

a prevarication.

Come on, a true tradition...
to their duties.

To do justice, nothing more.
Isn't that what they are for?

And to declare your husband innocent
is to do justice.

But if I myself
had to wake him up from my side

seeing the fire in the other era.
Let's see...

Let's suppose I do what you ask me to do
and I get it.

Have you ever thought that the sacrifice
you demand of me is so great

that deserves another...

even close,
from you?

I have a lot at stake.

On the other hand, Isabel would win...

in every sense of the word.

Because, in addition to saving her father,
as far as she's concerned,

you only have to look around you.
look around you.

Here, in the Joya itself.

And tell me if any girl....,
of those who made the right choice...,

is not now rich, married...

and even with a car.

Accept, Cruz,

and I promise you that tomorrow

Gregorio will return home.

Excuse me, Don Pedro,

but it's just that
the chocolate gets cold.

-Sorry, Pedro Luis.

Madame Madame de Clermont,
French.

He is passing through Trujillo,
and, upon hearing about the contest...

Pedro Luis Jarrapellejos.
-What did you say your name was?

Jarrapellejos.
Jarrapa... Oh, very difficult for me.

Where does such a strange name come from?
Well, there are several theories...

Some historians say

that we are descended from the governor
of the Alcazaba, Harald Pel Llejo,

"Jarapel-lej", do you understand?

Others, who called an ancestor of mine
an ancestor of mine,

famous caudillo, who in 1808,
with a clean blow

tore the skin of a multitude of
of French people: Jarrapellejo.

(LAUGHTER) Naturally.

He owes it all to my father.

If she was nothing more than a maid
my uncle, the priest, had.

I don't know what the problem was.

I don't even remember,
because I was very little.

But the fact is that my father
married her to Don Fabian

and then he made him mayor.
It's a funny thing. Something very similar...

He must have been gorgeous.
Yes, that's right.

But be careful.

Do you love me?
(CARRASPEA)

You always look at others.
Who knows what you will do in Valladolid.

We're sweethearts, right?
It's just that being separated...

Are you coming tonight?
I'm dead from the trip.

I'll wait for you.
Your godfather is keeping an eye on us.

We are sweethearts, aren't we?
Yes, yes, yes, yes.

But, look... as much as your godfather loves you...
your godfather loves you and would suffer...

if he saw you doing ugly things...
Fuck him. What's it to me?

This is your aunt's chocolate
Doña Asunción. It is exquisite.

By the way, Saturnino,
would you bring me a glass of water?

My daughter, have you thought it through?

No, don't answer me yet.
Think it over.

I won't bother you much.
We will sleep in separate rooms.

Among other reasons, because I don't want you
you to see me... too much.

Because of my age, as you will understand,
I will be undemanding.

I just want to spoil you.

To know that something as young and beautiful
as you, is mine...

and let the others burst with envy.

(Music)

"Unpatient farmer,

if you think that only your forehead
bathes copious sweat

that absorbs countless people,

come out of your mistake, farmer,

says who is your brother,

who sings your brave fight,

says who, by his hand,

follow the harvest in summer

and the orchard in winter digs.

(Applause)

How great is this Gabriel y Galán.

-How pleasing they are to my ears
these verses that purify the soul

and temper it
against all the impurity of living.

Hostias!

-Another cock would crow for us
if in this country of illiterates

everyone will read it and assimilate it.

"Mow the harvest in summer
and the orchard in winter he digs".

That's all there is to it. Almost nothing.
Beautiful.

Beautiful, indeed, these verses.

But be careful, my friend Fabian,

with everyone having to read.
has to read.

Yes, my friend, yes.
You start with Gabriel y Galán

and you end up reading
"The Socialist.

(Soft music)

Please leave me alone.

I prefer to be alone.

I don't want to go out
and draw attention to myself.

If you notice
that I have cried...

I just want to know one thing.

Do you love me?

Yes.

Purita!
Purist, what's wrong with you?

-Maria del Carmen.
María del Carmen, please, your daughter.

Your daughter!

(Shouting)

It's nothing, it's nothing.
-A lipotimia.

-So much chocolate...

Good. I think everything is ready.

I can assure you
that it is such a simple operation

as I announced.
Puncture, remove the water and bandage.

Of course, it is always a good idea to be
be forewarned of what might happen.

-He was supposed to be here
Dr. Carrasco.

-Besides, as Don Roque
has made a commitment...

The priests always sticking their noses
their noses where they don't care.

In bringing my illustrious colleague
my illustrious colleague for consultation,

that there was no need for it,
of course,

it is always a good idea to show them
what kind of medicine we do....,

don't think that we are still in the poultice era.
still in the poultice era.

-Hello.

A paracentesis, isn't it?
-Simple ascites. "A frigore.

On a paludic background
of paludic type.

-Okay, fine.
But let's proceed in order.

May I see the sick woman?
-That's all I needed.

-Calm down, child, calm down.
Don't worry, don't worry.

-It's weird, look. Dough here and here.

Total lack of
of supplementary venous circulation

and the projection of the navel.

-What a nerve.

Barriga never looks like that
at single women.

-Milk!

How long has she been ill?

-Since December. Seven months.
-Eight better.

Would you be kind enough to come out?

I need to take my explorations
further.

Do you hear anything?

Murmurs.

Perhaps the carrier.

-Beats. The heart.

-In the middle of the belly?

-Where do you want the fetus
the fetus to be?

In the ass?
-As a fetus?

-What fetus are you talking about?

-Fortunately or unfortunately,
there is nothing to operate here.

The matter will resolve itself
in a matter of 15 to 20 days.

And you can start thinking about what name
you are going to give to what is to come.

-What have you done, you wretch?
You filthy filth!

-Please, Maria del Carmen,
this is not the time.

-Let me kill her,
let me kill her right here.

That I make her let the baby
out of her mouth.

-Woman, calm down.

And you, child... You've really taken us all
us all for a fool.

-What, doctor?

-You are the father
of the sick woman, aren't you?

-Yes.
-Whether the operation proceeds or not.

-Rather not.

The only thing that happens to your daughter
is that....,

I don't know whether for better or worse,

is pregnant.

-Pregnant?
-Eight months.

And now, if you will allow me...

-Can we stop by to see her?

-Of course, Miss.
Your friend is not contagious.

-Unfortunately, perhaps.

-What dropsy, eh?

-Yes, Purita has deceived me.
She has fooled us all.

-You did not know how to watch over the
innocence of this poor creature!

-Are you leaving?
-Yes!

I am driven from this house
dishonor and shame.

-It's no big deal.

Anybody can make a mistake.

-Yes, let's go, María del Carmen.
-Bye, Purita. Get well.

-May all go well.

-Do you want us to say something
to Gilito if we see him?

-Not at all.
You have nothing to say to him.

Goodbye and thank you.

Well...

As you can understand...

it's not a matter of wringing
your neck, no matter how much you deserve it.

On the other hand, it is time for you to tell me
for you to tell me

if for this mishap you will have to
both of you should have well foreseen...

Gil is ready,
without loss of time...

Gil doesn't know anything.
Already...

He would advise you to follow
the joke to Barriga's jerk,

and so, with the story
of dropsy and water,

to see if I thought you well and...

No, that was not his advice,
because...

does not know that I am...

Pregnant...

What doesn't he know that you are pregnant?

Oh, my daughter...

That kid is a lot dumber
than I thought he was.

No.

If he is not to blame.

It was not him.

How?

Wow...

What a novelty...

unexpected.

And if not from your boyfriend,

who does it belong to?

Oh, I'm so ashamed to tell you
embarrassed to tell you.

Don't worry.
Nothing can surprise me anymore.

It was in the field.

In the fall.

When we spent
those days with don Roque

and everything was so beautiful,
with the yellow trees...

Yes, and the leaves fell to the ground.
With whom?

I was going one afternoon to see the sheep....

with the pastor...
With the pastor!

With that dirty, filthy, filthy
and smelly shepherd?

I don't understand you, my daughter.

You have to be willing, rich.
Prefer to....,

which is one of the ugliest
I remember,

other than poof...

than Gilito...

So handsome, so neat,
so your boyfriend.

Ya...

And now, asshole,
who are you going to marry?

Cause,
if you already did what you did,

you would have given the groom

of believing himself to be responsible
and blame him for it...

But you didn't think of that?
No.

You didn't sleep with
you didn't sleep with Julito?

Yes...

How?

That has also cost me with Gil.

Wow...!

Wow...

Go with the girl.

And she looked silly.

But only for the last two months, huh?

Not before.

I swear.

And it is.

Dumb as hell.

-It seems to me that
I don't think anyone will believe it.

-Everything is very clear.

If it is confirmed that Purita
is two months pregnant

I'm marrying her.
I have already told her mother.

But for two months,
come on, since April 6.

Now, if, as the doctors say,
she is eight months along,

then, my friend,
I have nothing to do with it.

-Good morning, Pedro Luis.
Hello.

Look.
Stop with the geraniums, will you?

I am here to tell you about Purita.

Already.

You want me to find her
a husband, don't you?

I want you to tell me
whose son Purita's son is.

How do we talk?

Man to man or...

or from priest to man?

It won't be yours, will it?
Come on, brother,

you know all my sins,

I confess to you.

I do not tolerate jokes in bad taste.

At least a little respect for....
Who?

What for?

Also, I don't understand
your interest in Purita.

Man...
Yes.

The truth is, I don't understand it very well.
Man...

Don't forget that his mother...

well, he served with me.

And for me Purita has always been,
like a daughter.

A daughter?

Spiritual.

You know what I mean.

Well,
one week before the elections

I don't want trouble
no scandals in town.

So if the father doesn't show up,

a husband is found for her and in peace.

And why won't the father show up?
the father?

Well, because the parents, sometimes,
for whatever reason, they don't show up.

You know what I'm saying?

I always thought
that the seducer of that poor girl...

And I exactly the same.

Shut up, sacrilegious.

You know that's impossible.

Impossible?

Why?

Uhm! Well, let's leave it at that.

You may be right.

Let's at least look for a husband.

What do you think of Octavio?
Bah, he's an atheist.

And a man of taste.
I wouldn't want to.

What about our nephew Mariano?

Poor Purita,
she doesn't deserve that punishment either.

that the young people of La Joya
suck.

Hey, here's an idea.

Man, yes...

Although distant,
he is the nephew of a count.

Come on, I wouldn't recommend him
even to cover one of my cows.

Man, not one of your cows,

but to Purita...

Niño, another aged rum.

Quality.

Have a drink, Gato.

Not that one, asshole, the one below!

Oh, what a fucking kid!
He's nobody and nothing.

Sit down.

Pull!

"I tell you, Gato, you've got
more balls than San Arcadio.

You marry your daughter

and on top of that you meet
with a bar waiter".

"Brave bum!".

- "Besides, you're a grandfather.

- "What I was missing."

It will be a curious case,

you will always know who the grandfather is,

but never who the father is.
-Be very careful what you say.

Child, you don't understand,
we are talking about Purita.

Strip.
The mayor's daughter. Pull.

Be careful,
if it gets out of hand...

-Bah!

By the way,

it wouldn't have been you...

the one who put it on.

To whom?

(Overlapping conversations)

There is very little left.

We should go to the Lyceum
and meet the others there.

We can be satisfied,
at least we got four councilors.

-Many more!
-There is no need to declare victory.

-Congratulations, Mr. Mayor.
-Not so fast.

-Are you coming, Octavio?
-Yes, I am.

Wow...

no one seems to doubt it.

Congratulations.

I don't know, I don't know.

Is that your victory morale?

I wanted to... tell you something.
And so did I.

Things are going to change.

And we
can try something together.

This is no longer possible.

I am going to marry your uncle, the count.

You are the first to know.

(Cymbals and din)

Long live the Democratic and Social
Democratic and Social Candidacy!

And at the beginning
of a political career,

as in your case,

a resounding electoral defeat

don't think it helps much.

Electoral defeat?

Natural.

Have you bothered
to check the minutes...

you personally?

Were you so sure about the triumph?

Or did you not expect it?

I never thought it was necessary...

Already.

And your auditors...

have supervised the minutes, of course.

But the fact is that most of them
are illiterate or nearly so.

Or they are inexperienced,

practice.

And they don't know what they are signing.

You see,

at the end of the day, of the struggle,
of the discussions and fights

I am the one who has the minutes.

Politics, dear Octavio,
is a great farce.

It is not worth arguing,
fighting, waging war

if everything can be arranged

with a simple and
and civilized conversation.

Ah, don't worry, eh?
that because it's you,

not all minutes have been changed.

I leave you a councilman.

Just one?

If we had achieved
six of the ten.

Already,

but that can't be.

Does that itch now make you
that you used to despise me?

(Campanadas)

And don't complain,

that for a first time

that the Democratic and Social
Candidatura Democrática y Social that

is contesting an election,

to take out a councilman...

is a triumph.

Now, what I do ask of you
is discretion.

Today I don't know why I think
that you and I will understand each other

and that you will have a career.

Don't forget,

politics, sometimes,

it's just knowing how to choose
between the bad...

the worst.

(Barking)

(Barking)

(Barking)

(Train whistle)

(Barking)

(Barking)

Apparently, things
are not as you and I think.

Sorry.

Especially for you.

-No.

I will leave here.

Neither my path is politics,
nor is this my place.

Instead, you stay.

(SIGHS) Congratulations.

I'm sure you'll get there.

Too far away, perhaps.

Please,

don't feel sorry for me.

-Jesus, will you receive
Ernesta as your wife

and promise to be faithful
in joys and sorrows,

in health and disease,

and so love and respect her
all the days of your life?"

-Ernesta,
do you want to receive Jesus as your spouse

and promise to be faithful
in joys and sorrows,

in health and disease,

and thus love and respect him
all the days of your life?

Yes, I do.

"Ego conjungo vos in matrimonium

in nomine Patris et Filii

et Spiritus Sancti".

-Amen.
-Amen.

-Amen.

-Are you feeling bad, Don Roque?
-No, no. It's nothing.

It is the emotion.

-You should get some rest.

You lie down for a while
and you will see how much better you feel.

(Clock)

I'm going to rest for a few minutes,
I don't sleep at all on the train.

Do you need anything?

No, lie down. The luggage
is practically finished.

(Clock)

Remember
that I also live in this house.

(Clock)

(Knock at the door)

Listen,
I haven't finished packing yet.

"Excuse me, I was just coming to let you know
that we are leaving in an hour".

(Soft music)

Finish, daughter,
finish quietly.

Do you want a book for the trip?

A book?
Well, take one if you want.

(Soft music)

(WHISPERING) Ernesta.

I love you. I love you.
Please!

I want you for me. All for me.

For God's sake, Octavio,
respect your uncle!

You are also my aunt.

(Music)

My uncle?

He must have fallen asleep, as usual.

"A doctor, pronto!".

- "My God! My God!".

-It's too late.

Better a priest.

-Yes, a doctor should be notified.

- "He seems to be coming to.

(Music)

"Let's put him to bed.

I don't think he's breathing anymore.

- "Don't break anything."

- "Shall we call the doctor?".

(Music)

"He's as good as dead!
-What a chore!

Only he could have thought of doing this to me.
to do this to me.

He had to come and die
in my house, man!

Precisely when we
when we go on a trip!

Watch out! Watch out for the plants!

(LEE) - "For what I,
Roque Jarrapellejos y de Rivas,

presbyter, I freely dispose

and in full
of my mental faculties

as sole and universal heir
of all my property to...

Miss

María Pura García Salvador y Moya".

Look, Doña María del Carmen,
I love your daughter Purita

and it pains me to see
that poor little creature without a father.

And you have decided to marry her.
It is my obligation.

And my wish.

You have always been a scoundrel.
For God's sake, madam.

Of course, my daughter
is not a saint either.

I don't care.

I love Purita.

And if you allow me,
the best thing would be,

for us
and for our family,

would be to get married in Badajoz, so...

we avoid...
What is it?

(SIGHS) The show.

Does your uncle, the Count, know?

Naturally
is aware of everything.

You already know that your greatest desire
is for me to sit on my head.

And, by the way, it is...

delighted to have his daughter
to join our family.

Well, so do I.

-But...

How did you bother to come to my house?
to come to my house?

It's no trouble at all for me,
I assure you.

And since I have to leave
very early tomorrow morning for Badajoz,

before I wanted to discuss with you
a matter.

Please.

You will see,

the other day before your trip
I talked to your uncle and he agreed.

Would you like to be
our new congressman?

Look, you're at your best.

You already have
some political experience.

You have popularity and sympathy to spare.

Impossible, Don Pedro.

Thank you very much for your proposal,

but my ideas,

my commitments, my situation,

I would be forced to introduce myself,
precisely,

as opposition
your candidate.

That it is just
what I am offering you.

How young you are, Octavio,

and how much you still have to learn.

after the elections have been called,

you will go to the Lyceum,

you will gather your people

and you will raise
the great battle against us.

And here comes the kicker.

We, overwhelmed
by the memory of the municipalities

and in the face of the prior conviction
of defeat,

we will desist
to oppose you as an opponent,

letting the aforementioned Article 29
name you deputy.

We will have
the deputy we want.

And so do they.

What is your answer?

I accept.

And why aren't they here?

I have already told you, because they are gone.
And where to?

To the Trujillo fair.

And, how was their cacha?

Up to there.
There was one, holy shit!

Brunette, gypsy,
with polka dots all over.

And how do you know that?
you fucking asshole?

(LAUGHING)
You tell me about it!

-And who brought them?
-Who is it going to be? La Pelos.

-And you're not going to bring them back?

-No, I don't think so.
They were passing through on their way to the fair.

-I'll be damned.

I shit on Pi and Margall.

We are already in Trujillo.

To see the horses.

Child! Child!
Go run to Don Mariano's house

and Don Saturnino's
and bring their horses.

But run away, dammit!

While I go to the corral,
to prepare my mule.

You are invited,
count on whatever you want.

(LAUGHTER)

To the peace of God, gentlemen.

Hello, Gato.

Sorry to bother you,
but I've seen the light.

I left my matches behind
and for not coming home.

Can you sell me one?

-Sell, I don't sell them,
but here.

-I'd rather pay for them.
-Get out of there, don't talk nonsense.

Ten.

-Come on, come on, Gregorio,
have a drink.

Cat, get another glass!

-Thank you, Don Mariano.
What?

So early to the countryside?
No, sir, I am going to Trujillo.

-To the fair. We are also going.

Take the glass and we'll leave.

Thank you, I am in a hurry.

I have stayed a little
helping the daughter and the Cruz,

and since I'm going to sell a mule...

who is not very willing,
if I'm careless...

That said, be with God.

And you with him. Now we catch up with you.
Yes, the horses go further.

-I take the mule out and we leave.

(Melancholic music)

Now we are really going
to Isabel's house.

Saturnino.
What?

And you think that tomorrow
they're not going to say anything?

So, what? Are you?

Stop saying!
Now they're going to squeal and stamp their feet.

(LAUGHS) And that's the cold one.
But tomorrow, quiet as dead.

(CHISTA) Wait, wait!

Here's another cat flap.
(CHISTA) Wait! Listen.

When they open and discover the deception
it's not the same

to organize the tiberium outside,
than they do inside.

We can jump over the wall
on either side.

What you have under your hair
is good for something. Cat, come here.

(TOSE)
For God's sake, how disgusting.

How disgusting.
Whoever does not play his role well,

I'll be damned.
Remember, you are...

the serene. You...
You...?

You don't come out
until I tell you to.

You in hiding.
And I am Pablo, the farrier.

The one on Mira el Rio street,
in front of the tobacco shop.

Master, master, this way!

(CHISTA)
Master Saturnino, this way.

Be careful.
I'll be damned.

Gato, sucker, give us a hand, son.
We're on our way up.

Already.
-Ya.

(SCREAMS) God!
Listen, did something happen to you?

Saturnino.
What is going to happen?

That I shit on the Pi,
in the Margall

and on the fucking mother
that bore them both.

(LAUGHTER)

How clever!

(STORNUDA)

(WHISPERING) Cheers.

See, I'm from a different generation.

(LAUGHTER)

(LAUGHS)
(CHISTA)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Call again, you nest pooper.

(CHISTA)

What's next.

- "Who is it?"

"Who's calling?".

-People of peace, Mrs. Cruz.
(LAUGHS)

I am the night watchman, please open the door.

that we bring an errand
from Gregorio, her husband.

-From her husband.

- "What's wrong with my husband?".

-Nothing, don't panic,
nothing will happen.

He was on his way to the fair
and he found...

with Pablo, the farrier,
who is here with me.

He was also going to the fair,
and as he remembered that he did not

nor the mixed, nor the rope
in case I had to handle the mule...

(LAUGHING)
... for he has asked the favor

to come and pick her up
to take her away,

to have it there in Trujillo.

(LAUGHS) You look like a missionary.

(LAUGHTER)

Doña Cruz.

Mrs. Cruz, did you hear me?

- "Yes,

I have heard him.

And who says he's coming with you?".

-Pablillo, the farrier.

(WHISPERING) Your mother's pussy.
"I don't know it."

(WHISPERING)
But for God's sake, ma'am,

if it's me, Pablo, the farrier.

The one on Mira el Rio street,
next to the tobacconist's shop.

(LAUGHTER)

"And how come you guys are in?

Who opened the gate for them?".

So that...
Well, we found it open.

It is known that you and Gregorio
on your way out, well...

not been well caught.

"Wait."

-He's in his shirt.

Well, both of them, the Isabel too.
Is the Isabel here?

Isabel? Yes.

He has gone into a room
in there.

I'm going to look through the cat flap.

If you can't see anything.
Cat, you with the mother.

Marianito and I
are going to take care of the child.

"Hey, do me a favor."

And you too, Pablo, the farrier.
Why is that?

-What did they say they want?
they want?"

-Mixed, matches.

-Yes, I already have that.

-A rope
in case he has to handle the mules.

Wait for it.

-We have been fools,

we should have asked for
something that doesn't go through the bars.

(CALLS) Doña Cruz!

Mrs. Cruz!

Let's see if you will do me the favor
to lend me a packet.

For my donkey,
that I have forgotten.

Come this way.

(Door)

(MAULLA)

Hey, hey, hey!

Good evening.

Mother!

Mother, what's wrong?

-Run!

RUN!
(SCREAMS)

-No!

(FORCEJEA)

-Daughter!

(SCREAMS)
(GRITA)

Hey! Stop, man, stop!

No!

(CRIES)

It's all right.

Take it easy, woman.

Let's play for a while.

If you want, enter this one first
and then I'll go in.

(CHISTA)

Burn, you scoundrel! Let go of me!
Why?

Ouch!
(SCREAMS) Mother!

(MAULLA) No!
(MAULLA)

I'll be damned!
No!

I kill her!

Mother!

-Shut up and learn from her,
she's at ease with the Cat.

(SCREAMS)

Fuck you, girl.

Let's see, are you still like this?

-Come here and grab this beast for me!
that one is good for nothing!

No!

Stop it, or I'll kill you, huh?

I'll kill you!
No!

(CRIES)

(SCREAMS)
I'll kill her!

No, no, no! Mother!
-Come on, Master.

(SCREAMS)

(FORCEJEA)

No!
-Come over here.

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

No!

(FORCEJEA)
Fuck you!

(SCREAMS)

(SHOUTS)
Yes, Mariano. It's yours.

Quillo, how old are you?

Pisha...

(FORCEJEA)

-Let's go!

(SCREAMS)
Finish it, you bastard.

(FORCEJEA)

Ah!
-Let's go, Don Mariano, let's go,

who is already fainting, let's go.

Come on!
Ah!

(JADEA)

She's dead!

-The other one must be killed.

-What for?

-She must be killed, master.

So that I can't say who killed this one.
killed this one.

-No, we'll figure something out.

-And in two hours
in jail, for sure.

(ARCADES)

It was still meaningless.

-Let's go.

The best thing to do
to go our separate ways.

-Yes, they must have jumped this way,
indeed. Look, your Honor.

Here there are traces
of blood and mud.

-Scribe, please,
over there, by the wall.

-And there is no doubt, there were two of them.

At a door the footsteps
are lost in two directions.

-But the footprints are different,
my sergeant. Some correspond to

to a pair of coarse shoes,
with studs,

and the others, even lighter,
are made of fine boots, with heels.

-Surely strangers
on their way to Trujillo.

It cannot be assumed otherwise.

-Your Honor! I looked at your honor
what I found in here.

-Yes, I see. Everything is in order,
no one has taken anything.

-At the bottom of the trunk.
-Yeah, I understand.

-That's about 2,000 pesetas.

-It is one of the few pieces of evidence
we have.

The motive for the crimes
was not robbery.

From this house
no one has taken anything,

not even the mother-of-pearl medallion
of the poor girl.

I am more and more convinced

there were not two killers,
but one.

Well, Don Adriano, it seems...

Your Honor does not have the faintest idea,
your job is to judge,

but when it comes to research
and discovering, we are ready.

Nothing, gentlemen,
that if we don't give him a hand,

the same thing will happen
as with the dismemberment

of Rosa la Manteca.

Or the death of that 11-year-old
11-year-old girl who sold meringues.

Do you remember?
(NODS)

That time will pass,
and if I've seen you, I don't remember.

Well, I'm leaving.
Wait, wait, wait!

Now we are leaving.

So it is very clear.

Because if there had been two
the killers,

with separating the women
and tying them up tightly,

they could have done with them
what they wanted to do with them.

And then, take the road and go,

without the need to kill them.

Why didn't they do it this way?

It's very simple.

First,

because being only one,
and I think not very manly,

that is, strong,

could not dominate the mother
and the daughter at the same time.

And then, he had no choice but to start
but to start by killing one.

And second,

not being strangers, but acquaintances,
but acquaintances,

and well known to the house,

he had to kill the other one
to avoid being denounced.

So it is very clear.

So long, gentlemen.

Let's go, Marianito.

It's funny, but if you look,

nor the locks on the doors,
nor those of the windows

were forced.

Then, the murderer entered through the door
that was opened for him from the inside.

-I don't understand you!

If everyone thinks
that they have been outsiders

to those who, logically,
will never meet,

What's the point of accusing,
and in this way to...?

To be found.

To justice
to find someone

to stop looking,
fucking pod.

I don't know, I'm going to go.

Where to?

To the farmhouse, with my mother.

I go there to spend some time,
so no one will miss it.

Maybe it's for the best.

Three days I have been
between these four walls, and nothing.

We are as we were at the beginning.

Footsteps
that can be anyone's

that I have come to this house
with the best of intentions,

a few drops of blood,

the booklet of cigarette paper
that half the town spends,

cigarette butts

and the nickel-plated lighter.

A nickel-plated lighter?
Yes.

You had not told me anything.

This is the latest we have found,

but I don't have
too many illusions.

If, as I suppose, the criminal....
Or criminals.

No, no, the criminal.

That it was one, not two,

is one of the few things
that I am beginning to be convinced.

-Does he supervise?

-Come in, Gregorio.

-At your service.

Good afternoon, Don Pedro.

Hello, Gregorio.

I sent for you
to ask you some questions.

You know.

You still don't live here, do you?

-If you do not order otherwise,

at the moment
I am fine with my in-laws.

-No, no, no,
you can do as you please,

but be it known, that finished,
as they are, the proceedings,

you can come whenever you like.

Let's see, Gregorio,
do you know who Juan Cidoncha is?

-Yes, sir.
-Yes, sir.

-Yes, sir.

-Did he often come to visit you?

As Isabel painted...

-How were your relations
with your daughter?

-They talked about getting married.

-Was his conduct as a bridegroom dignified?
-Yes. Yes, sir.

-You never heard your daughter complain?
-No, sir. No, sir.

-It's clear that you don't believe
that he could have been.

-What are you saying, for God's sake!

If you are the only noble person

and who has loved us in this town.

-Sometimes appearances can be deceiving.

Well, let's see.

It is possible that you,
as a husband and as a father

suspect no one.

Or is it?

With you we will not clarify anything.
You are dismissed!

-With your permission.

-Well, there's no need to think about it.

If the murderer
the door was opened from the inside,

as has been demonstrated.

These two women alone,
and at that hour,

only one person could have been given
have been given that proof of trust.

-All have been found
in your room.

"The Conquest of Bread
by Krop... Kropotkin.

"Socialism and anarchism".

And others in French
they establish, like this one,

the shameless indecency of its author
and of all those who own them,

and whose unseemly title
resists my lips,

"La joie de vivre".

-The joy of living," sir.
That is what it means and nothing else.

-Ya.

And this holy card will be, no doubt,
to provoke that joy, won't it?

-It is a Venus,
a Venus by Velázquez.

-A Venus without clothes!

Let the record show that.

Is the defendant obstinate, therefore

in claiming
that he always treated his girlfriend

with absolute, with complete,
with perfect dignity?

-Like this, in a roundabout way?

-Of course.

-Well, someone has seen the opposite

and there is his spontaneous statement
in the summary.

One night, returning
to her house along the road,

you had your head
next to yours

and he was linking her by the waist.
Do you dare to deny it?

-No, sir,

but with Your Honor's permission,

I do not think that this is treating her
with indignity or indecency.

-Oh, do you think it's
decent people?

-I think it is proper for her and for me.

-When he went to visit his girlfriend,
Where did you enter?

-By the door.

-What if I found it closed?

-I called and they opened the door.

And if what was closed
was the gate of the wall,

with jumping this...

-I never needed to jump over any wall to get into my girlfriend's house.
to get into my girlfriend's house.

-By the way, where were you

from one o'clock to three o'clock in the morning
on the day of the event?

-In my house, sleeping.

(LAUGHTER) -That doesn't prove anything.
Did anyone see him during those hours?

-Your Honor, I told you
I was sleeping.

-The judge was very skillful, very skillful.

-On the contrary, my dear friend.

-Do you know the teacher
of the Lyceum of this town,

Don Juan Cidoncha?

-No, sir.

-Neither by name nor by sight?

-No, sir.

-At one o'clock in the morning
from the eighth to the ninth of this month,

going with some horses to your father-in-law's
to your father-in-law's tavern,

saw the bulge
as of a well-dressed person

who ran away when he saw him.
Do you know who he was?

-No, sir.

-And if he were to be introduced to you,
would you be able to recognize him?

-Excuse me,
but I saw it so fast that I don't know.

Please be so kind as to
to examine these five men

and tell me if it is one of them.

(Melancholic music)

I don't know.

(Melancholic music)

(Rooster)

Let's go!

Come on!

Let's go, man, let's go!

-No, not you.

Do you know
Juan Cidoncha Moyo?

(DENIES) -No, sir.
-But, man,

What a desire to deny everything!
What are you trying to tell me

who does not know who this gentleman is?

-Know him,
of course I know him.

Especially since you have brought me here with him.
brought me here with him.

What I want to say
is that I haven't tried it.

-Until the night of the crime.

Or when he looked for you
to adjust the work in a tanto.

-Did he say that?
-No, I said it...

in view of the facts ascertained.

-You are lying, Your Honor.

And forgive me, Your Honor.

-It serves him right.

But what a fool and how clumsy
is this Don Atilano.

-Do you recognize this lantern?

-Of course.

I haven't seen anything else since yesterday.

-The tinsmith
claims he sold it to you.

-One of the same,
which doesn't mean this is it.

-Already.
-But, Judge,

is it possible that it is not enough for you

with the testimony
of Don Mariano and Don Saturnino,

that they have swollen to say...?
-Luring towards his tavern,

and on a night like that,
to such worthy and respectable people

is no more than a clever alibi
a clever alibi.

Let's see, Ramas,

how much did you receive from Cidoncha for his
for the commitment to help him?

100 pesetas?

May I remind you
that we have very good reasons

to believe it was 100 pesetas.

-But, man of God, for the blessed soul, Your Honor.
blessed, Your Honor, 100 pesetas?

How can you think that a man
who can't afford to pay for his food

I was going to be able to buy me,
who earned more than three times as much in one hour?

100 pesetas? By God
and by all the saints, Your Honor,

that you are saying every nonsense
that sings the creed.

And you can pretend if I failed you, but....
-Get out!

Get out! Get him out of here!

And you know what you have to do
until he confesses!

(SIGHS)

Good.

Do you know this shirt?

-No, sir.

-Please check again.

It's not very clean,
but because of its shape, its neck...

-I have never worn
a shirt like that, your honor.

It has a kind of stiff neck
that makes me uncomfortable and hurts.

-Y... What about this lighter?

It's your property, isn't it?

-No, sir.

-If you don't notice...

Please be so kind as to take it
and examine it carefully.

-It is not necessary, your honor.

I do not smoke.

-You don't smoke?

-But isn't he the one from...?
(WHISPERING) Shut up!

Okay, take him away.

-There is no doubt,
Cidoncha is innocent,

but until this one finds out....

(Gallop)

That proves nothing. Nothing!

Murderer!

Besides, it wasn't me, it was him.

And the Cat.

I will confess everything.

You will confess
only what I tell you.

You also
also liked Isabel, didn't you?

You killed a child!

You bastards, murderers!
You killed an angel!

Not me!
Shut up, coward!

Good.

We will have to think of something

to make it go away

and no one can suspect.

El Gato will not talk.

But he will have to be taken out of jail.

The boy.

What boy?

El Gato's son-in-law.

He also saw us.

And he threatened to kill me
if I said anything about what I saw.

I know my master,
I know he kills me and he stays so wide.

And if now I come to tell you everything

is because I know they have it
well secured.

-Well, his testimony against his master,
I mean, his father-in-law,

as you will understand, it is worthless.

When he had just told me,
after I woke up,

that of: "Let's go to the corral.

And not a word about this,
or else I'll kill you,

the two gentlemen arrived.

And one had so much blood
and so much dirt

who took off his shirt
and threw it into the well.

But none of them
was that teacher at the Lyceum,

the one you have in prison.

The first to arrive,
who is the nephew of...

-Well, this is all very strange.

Either you are lying now
or you lied in your first statement.

-No! It is now that I tell the truth.

-Which proves, precisely,
that he committed perjury before.

Let's see.

Do you insist on asserting that your entire first statement is false?
your entire first statement is false

And what is it now...?
-No!

I don't say that anymore.
-So?

Okay, take him away.

The only thing that is clear
is that it was not Cidoncha.

But who, then?

Because neither did the Cat.

The evidence against him
lack any consistency.

Too bad.

Yet another unsolved case.

Like that... Do you remember?

The one of the dismemberment
of Rosa la Manteca.

Or the death
of the poor little 11 year old mute...

who sold meringues.

We will never know
who the culprits were.

Ah!

To the Cat and the boy

I'd better let them escape.

But beware, they themselves
think they are escaping.

Then I'll take care of it

that they have no desire
to come back here.

¿Y... Cidoncha?

Yes... later.

But... it will also
will have to be released.

It is always better to close the file

than to run the risk
of innocent people paying.

Good,

is what you usually
say in these cases.

"In dubio... pro reo".

In doubt, in favor of the defendant, right?

(Shot)

(Shot)

(Shot)

Have you escaped?

I have been released.

-I didn't know anything.

-I just left.

I stopped by the Liceo
to say goodbye.

-In an hour's time
a train for Madrid.

-He was not supposed to leave like that.

They will think he is running away
or hiding something.

-I don't care.

Goodbye, Gregorio.

-Wait.

Take.

If it was from you, then for you.

(Bells)

Goodbye.

-Shall I accompany you to the station?

-No, I appreciate it.

-Yes,
Today is the beginning of the holidays and...

-Have a good trip.
-Thank you.

-Will he ever come back?

(Barking)

Do you think it would kill me?

He would have to kill me first.

Would you dare?

Depends.

Well...

Let's see how we can convince the Count
so that you...

you can be the godfather of his child.

(Fireworks)

(Procession music)

(Fireworks)

(Train whistle)

(Train whistle)

(Music credits)