All language subtitles for The Old Man Who Read Love Stories

The tiny outpost of El Idilio

was so remote that it might
be said

it was at the end of the earth♪

In truth, it was far up a river♪

A dístant tríbutary in the great
Amazonian system

deep in a jungle whose frontiers
may never be drawn♪

Just upstream lived Antonio Bolivar,

alone in a hut of his own
making

on land of his own choosing♪

Antonio guessed he was aged
more than 60'

but the few inhabítants
of El Idilio

simply called him "Old Man"♪

As a young man,

Antonio had left the mountains of
his birth with his wife' Dolores'

to help coloníze the Amazonían
jungle♪

The government was promising
large tracts of land

and plentiful technical help
to the would-be settlers♪

After three weeks of traveling,

they were put ashore at a bend
in the river♪

They were assigned two
hectares of įungle'

a couple of machetes and a bag,
empty of promises♪

Antonio remained in the įungle
for almost 40 years♪

Finally emerging from the jungle
trendsetting in El Idilio'

Antonio Bolívar díscovered
he possessed the antidote

against the poison of old age♪

"One Final Time..."

He could read♪

"♪♪♪... The lovers joined together"

in a torrid

embrace♪♪♪ torrid embrace♪♪♪

holding♪♪♪

squeezing,

clasping each other

desperately♪♪♪

their hands♪♪♪

searching,

their mouths♪♪♪

burning♪

Their hands searching huh?

Searching for what?

And why are their mouths
burning?

I can guess why.

"It was

a kiss

of impassioned

intensity."♪

"A kiss♪♪♪

to remember

their♪♪♪

lives...by"

That's a strange way to end
a book.

"A kiss to remember theír
lives by"♪

I don't remember my lite
by any kisses.

Not even with my wife.

Antonio and Dolores

had known each other as children,
living in a mountain

village near the Embaboran
volcano♪

They had been betrothed
as thirteen-yea-olds♪

Not that, Antonio.

Those kisses are sinful
I can feel it.

In that green hell of the jungle,

Dolores didn't survive two years♪

Not many kisses with you,
were there! Dolores?

She was carried off
by a burning fever'

racked with malaria♪

"lt was a kiss♪♪♪

of ímpassíoned íntensíty♪♪♪

ímpassíoned íntensíty♪♪♪

impassioned♪♪♪

intensity♪♪♪"

Not

the people...

don't kiss at all.

That's the impassioned intensity,
but no kissing.

Antonio Bolivar...

you are not one of us.

But you are like us.

That's why we want you with us.

That's why...

you must go away some time.

So that... we can feel
the sadness...

of not being able to talk to you.

Jo set in a...

"lt was a kiss

of impassioned intensity♪♪♪

A kiss

to remember

their lives by"♪

I think I understand.

The rains were coming,

that time of year when El Idilio's
isolation was even more complete♪

The riverboat that visited
every few months

wouldn’t now return after thís trip
untie the wet season was over♪

That left El Idilio's
only civil servant,'

his Excellency the Mayor,

in a temper even more foul

than usual♪

Zamora!

The Mayor’s chíef occupatíon
was managing his beer supply♪

Tell Jo set in a to get me
another beer!

Seated in his office, he would
eke out each

bottle by taking a sip at a time,

for he knew that once his supply
was exhausted'

life would become even more
desperate♪

Down on the wharf,

Doctor Rubícondo Loachamín's
twícef-yearly

traveling dental clinic
was open for business♪

Does that hurt?

The good doctor’s portable
chaír was quite

an institution along the rivers♪

It's supposed to hurt.

And whose fault is that?

Mine?

Speak up.

Oh, of course, you can't.

Well it's the government's fault
get that into your thick skull.

All of you thick-skulled no-hopers,
it's the government's fault

that your teeth are rotten.

It's the government's fault
that you've got

toothache.

What are you monkeys gawping at?

Jibaro have good teeth, eating
plenty monkey meat.

One day...

you'll tall into my clutches!

Then you'll thank me tor it,

just like this poor devil
will when I'm...

Let... let got you ninny!

...when I'm finished with him.

There you go.

The mouth of a new-born babe.

Got the rum, Old Man?

There's a canoe coming!

Ignore it. It's probably some
bloodsucker from the government

come to collect more taxes.

There's two ot them!

There's a sick gringo on the way!
Someone get the Slimy Toad!

The gods have accepted you,

Antonio Bolivar.

Few who are bitten ever survive.

AI though you are not one of us,

we welcome you to stay

as one of us.

Snap out of it, Old Man.

That's no sick gringo...

Mr. Mayor.

Where did you find him?

I don't suppose these jungle
men understand.

Up the river. Two days.

Turn him over.

You killed him.

. Not kill him.
- It's obvious. Machete! slash! dead.

You Captain, you'll be taking
a body and tour

prisoners back.

All right. Get going,
we'll have a little

interview in my office.

Move!

Despite my deepest respect

for the authorities,
your Excellency!

I don't think that you're shitting
in the pot.

What are you talking about?

.What does he know about it?
-Only what I can see.

You see how the flesh is torn
in even strips!

Deep in the jaw and shallow
lower down?

You see how there are
tour gashes! not one?

So what are you getting at?

A tour.bladed machete?

Claw marks.

It's a jaguar.
A big one.

.Smell it.
- I can see it's putrid.

Bend down and smell.
Don't be afraid of death

and maggots.

.Smells of death and maggots.
-Smells like cat piss.

This gringo was killed
by a female jaguar.

She pissed on him to mark him so
that other animals wouldn't eat him.

Superstitious rubbish.

These savages robbed and killed him,
then sprinkled him with cat piss...

They'll stop at nothing.

All right, your Excellency,

I think we've solved it.

Don't you dare move!

This man is an American citizen!
The Americans

have declared war
tor less than this.

Let them go.

They and understand.

This bastard gringo killed

these cubs. Look at the bullet holes
in these little skins.

And what happened to the father?

He would have been caring for them
while the mother was out hunting.

That's what these animals do.

Look at the size of those claw
marks on this gringo.

She would have found him
by the smell of her

babies in his pack.

Let them go.

So you're not dead yet,
Antonio Bolivar.

It doesn't look like it.

. I'm not stinking either.
- I didn't know

you were a detective,

Old Man, you certainly
shut his Excellency up.

Dangerous thing to do.

But he deserves it. I hope
that one day

the Jibaro put a dart
through his head.

I think his wife will kill him first.
She's storing up the hatred.

.These things take time.
-Oh! I'm sorry.

I completely forgot with all this
dead man business.

Tell Jo set in a things are a little
hot for me right now.

Give me ten minutes.
Not like the old days...

You know,

I rue the day that you started
to read! Old Man.

Cost me the best lay
this side of the river.

Next.

. Name?
-Antonio Bolivar.

.Can you read?
- Don't make me laugh.

He's practically a heathen.

Can you?

It It I don't know.

You've been in the jungle
too long! Old Man.

The jungle rots everything,
even your memory.

What does it say here?

"The...♪♪♪

Hon♪♪♪

our♪♪♪

able♪♪♪

hon our able♪♪♪

can♪♪♪

di...♪♪♪

Date♪♪♪"

Candidate♪

"The hon our able candídatet"♪

There you are.

.You have the right.
-The right to what?

To vote...

in the universal secret ballot...

to make a democratic choice
between

one of the three candidates
aspiring to government office.

What is this right going
to cost me?

Nothing.

Democracy is tree.

Who am I supposed to vote tor?

Met ot course.

The people's choice.

Mark your cross in the top box.

It's his democratic right
to do as he's told.

Frontera.♪

Front era.

Next.

Yest I can read.

I am too old for the jungle
but at least I can read.

Sar...♪♪♪

di-nes.♪

Sar...♪♪♪

di...♪♪♪

nes.♪

Sar♪♪♪

dines♪

Sardines♪

"Knock

then enter"♪

.What do you want?
-The sign said

."Knock then enter".
- I know what the sign says.

And the word is "Knock",
you idiot.

What do you want?

I want to borrow something
to read.

What to read?

Anything.

I just got a newspaper.
Three months old.

Jo set in a!

Bring me that newspaper!

Not thinking of starting
a revolution! are you?

Not not not no.

I just want to read something.

Give it to him.

He wants to read.

That cost me dearly,
Antonio Bolivar.

I had to pretend I was in tor
a "quick one".

His Excellency was in a rage

and he charged me double.

Is it sad?

She said that you'd weep
your heart out.

People who really love each other?

Yeah, like nobody ever loved
be tore.

They suffer a Iot, huh?

I just get them, I don't read them.

Is there a happy ending?

.She said you'd like it, okay?
-Okay! okay! okay.

Here's to great suffering
and happy endings.

"Lovers

of the Forgotten Garden"♪

Clever.

Some mystery just in the title.

"Lovers

of the Forgotten Garden"♪

"Lovers

of the Forgotten Garden"♪

Now here is a question. Straight away,
even be tore the story begins.

This garden has been forgotten

by someone.

The question is,

who forgot this garden?

Not the lovers,

because otherwise

they would not love
this garden so much.

I hope they're lovers of each other
and not just lovers of this garden.

'paul♪♪♪

kissed her♪♪♪

ardently♪♪♪

ardently♪♪♪

while

the

gon♪♪♪

doo♪♪♪

layer, gondolier♪♪♪

looked

the other

way♪♪♪

and♪♪♪

the♪♪♪

gon♪♪♪

doola♪♪♪

gondola♪♪♪

glided peacefully♪♪♪

down the canals♪♪♪

of Veníce"♪

"Glided peacefully♪♪♪

down the canals♪♪♪

of Venice"♪

Now let's go back and work out
what that all means.

A canoe!

A canoe is coming!

Must be a lunatic in this rain.

Napoleon Salinas.

Is it that cat again?

What the hell. One less.

Sooner or later he was going
to be a goner.

At least his corpse doesn't stink.

It's not completely stiff either.

What do you make of it,

Mr. Expert hmm?

Same as your Excellency.

He left here late,

drunk, got caught in the storm,

pulled onto the shore
to see the night out...

and that's when the female
attacked.

He managed to launch his canoe

and that's where he bled to death.

I'm glad we agree.

So our beast is getting closer.

Yes...

and probably on our side
of the river.

I can't see any reason
to shit our pants.

A grief-crazed jaguar is more
dangerous than 20 murderers.

Is that so?

She's scented and tasted
human blood

and in her small animal brain,

we all murdered her babies.

We all smell the same to her.

Vamoose!

I have an in quest to perform.
Mr. Expert

will help me here.

Is your name Napoleon Salinas?

It is? Good. Inquest complete.

In pater sum mea culpa

ex do mine... something like that.

That looks like

a gondola.

Looks nothing like a gondola.

It's not long enough,
there's no prow.

Gondola...

Josefina's getting restless.

Do you know anything about it?

She's a good servant and she

makes me a bit of money
on the side.

But she's getting subversive
ideas.

. Ideas.
-Yes! ideas!

What's wrong with ideas?

They upset the natural order
of things.

We don't want that, do we?

The natural order of things is upset
already. She's hunting men now.

Jo set in a?

Not

the jaguar.

We'll have to do something
about that then! won't we?

You're slowing down.

Back so soon, Rubicondo?

Yeah.

There was a woman's husband
waiting tor me...

with a gun...

pointed at me.

.You're here for the rains then?
-Yeah.

You're looking very thoughtful,
Old Man.

Outwith it.

There is a set of 5 .centimetre
claws

waiting tor me in the jungle.

How so?

I suspect the Slimy Toad is planning
a hunting expedition.

Well just tell him that you're
too old for that kind of thing.

He's got one over me.

I'm not getting ver far
with this.

Ardently.

Ardently. How do you kiss
someone ardently?

This Paul clearly is not
respectable

or else he wouldn't be kissing her
in the presence of the gondolier.

Obviously this is not a kiss
to remember a lite by.

A bit like my friend, the dentist.

I can just guess how he kisses.

Ah, so maybe

he's almost ravishing her.

But could he do that in a gondola
without tipping it over?

I can barely

see the word clearly,

much less work out what it means.

I'm a tool.

A man who reads love stories
and admits it

is less of a tool than one who beats
his wife thinking she loves it.

Maybe I'm not.

Okay.

Let's put Rubicondo the Dentist
in Paul's place and see it it works.

"Rubícondo kissed her

ardently"♪

Oh, yeah,

I can imagine that.

Hold it!

It's Alkaseltzer's mule.

.Where is Alkaseltzer?
-That's it.

Search party in the morning.

We'll see who can kill the best,
us or that jaguar.

We do not hunt the jaguar.

Their flesh is not edible,

and one skin is enough to make
adornments that last a generation.

The white man hunter,
carrying a gun!

Violates death with the poison
of pain.

I brought you the best part
of the liver.

Thank you.

Listen, old fellow.

Talking

helps people see eye to eye.

I ought to have you arrested

for squatting but we're friends.

And as one hand washes the other
and both wipe the shit off!

We must help each other.

These are very important
gringos! my friends.

They want to see the real jungle
and I've told them only you

can show it to them.

It's a juicy deal and I'll cut
you in on it.

How about this, huh?

How much for the photograph?

Old Man? How much for the photo?

First time I tired this gun,
I killed its owner with it.

Tell this bastard gringo it he doesn't
put that photo back!

I'll pump two rounds straight
into his belly.

CIear out!

Clear out!

I don't do business

with people who don't respect
each other's homes.

You're the one who'll have to clear out,
you old shit-bag!

This is my house!

And who owns the ground
underneath it?

. Nobody owns it.
-All the land

next to the river from this shore

to 100 metres inland,

belongs to the state. And in case
you've forgotten!

I am the state around here.

You haven't heard the last of this.

.What's eating that old asshole?
-You must understand his mentality.

He's a mountain peasant.

These people hold those sort
of thing sacred.

It's his wife. He brought her to the
jungle years ago and she died.

He's never forgiven himsel..
He particularly likes Americans.

I guess you're asking me it I'll come
with you on the hunt.

You see?

Talking helps people
see eye to eye.

Enjoy the liver.

Gondola♪♪♪

Gondola♪♪♪

What a nice word!

It will make a great name
tor my canoe.

The gondola of the Nanogolicia.

You...

. Doctor Dentist...
- Rubicondo Loachamin reporting

tor his civic duty, sir.

. I didn't know you were a hunter.
-Yes! I've tangled

with some of the most dangerous
man-eating she-cats in the world.

So I figured you could use
my experience.

I do have some slight medical
knowledge! your Excellency.

Very well. Very well.

.Where are those tree delicacies?
-They're not tree.

They're paid tor by the state.

Why is the state sending geriatrics
into the jungle now! huh?

Even though all these items are

issued to you personally,

they actually belong to the state.
They are

state property in your care,

and they must be signed tor
upon issue

and accounted tor upon your
return.

If we return.

You are unlikely to. Now is that
understood?

The plan of action

is as follows:

We will make our way to...

to AIkaseltzer's hut caretully,
and...

Hello, Antonio.

And...

And after that we'll er...

we'll see...

It's a good strategy,
your Excellency.

It's a very, very good strategy.

We go to AIkaseltzer's and then

after that we'll see.
That's very good.

I have not yet

formulated any plan. It I...

I haven't planned tor...

We must remain...
prepared for change...

Where the hell do you think
you're going?

I'm moving out.

You can't!

You don't have my permission.
I won't allow it!

Yest I can.
I'm not a slave.

Where do you intend to go?

To his place.

His place.

Good luck with the hunt,
Excellency.

After her, the jaguar will
be easy.

Shut up, Doctor!

Otherwise you won't be going.

You're going to regret those
boots! Excellency.

They will make walking difficult.
Why don't you try like us?

.Why don't you shut up?
-Okay.

Hey, wake up, Old Man. You won't be
catching any cats sleepwalking.

Help me out of here, will you?

. Manuel, Onecen! Hold on!
- Don't go so fast!

You bastards!

What's keeping you?

Load your rifles.

. It's better to be prepared.
- Better keep our cart ridges dry.

. I'm the one who gives orders here!
-What do you say! Old Man?

They're government.issue cartridges
so you do what the government says.

Help me!
Help me!

We told you they'd get
in your way.

Copy us. Walk on the dead branches.
It's easier.

Pull! Pull! Shit! My boot!

. Find my boot!
- Forget it. It's vanished.

Is no-one going to find my boot?

You bastards are just trying
to sabotage my expedition.

I wouldn't do that it I were you.

Why not? It's my boot!

Scorpions.

They bury themselves
till the rains are over

and they don't like
to be disturbed.

Do you think I'm going to swallow
that nonsense?

You're just trying to frighten met
make tun of me.

No.

Because you're sweating

they are particularly
attracted to you.

Shut up!

Take them all out.

.Tell me what's wrong.
-Take them all out.

One by one. Line them up there
on the table.

Open your mouth.

You've got quite a few good
teeth left but

quite a few not so good.
Can you pay?

We've made a bet, Doctor,
my friends and I.

You'll take all my teeth out

and I won't make a single sound
while you do it.

You and I will share my winnings.

Once he starts pulling, you'll run
crying home to mummy.

You'd better go and have a few more
drinks. I don't like silly games.

Doctor,

it you don't let me win my bet,
I'll cut your head off

with my little friend here.

There are fifteen teeth.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Five!

Six!

Seven!

Sorry. A tough one.

Eight!

I could never tell between a coward,
a tool and a brave man.

Nor could It but

it they work for the government,
there isn't any difference.

Right! Let's go.

We can't carry on.

The men need to rest.

That makes sense...
for once.

You stay. I'm going to find
somewhere sate.

I'm the one who gives the orders
around here.

You look torso me place sate,
then.

Not I didn't mean that.

You do it. Off you go.

Do you think she's out there,

prowling around?

I don't know,

but I'll know it she comes near.

It's a pity we can't have
a big tire.

. Better this way.
- It'd be much safer with the tire.

Animals don't like tire.

With this tire she can see us...

and we cannot see her.

Well she'd better show
herself soon.

. I can't go on forever sitting here.
- Patience! Excellency! patience.

You cannot succeed at this

and go back a hero without
patience.

Once betore,

I was hunting down a jaguar

torso me settlers whose cattle
were being killed.

I tracked it and I tracked it

but it would not let me
come near.

And finally I had this idea

to lie down on the ground

in the open,

without moving a muscle,

finger on the trigger

and wait for it to make a move.

I waited like that for three days.

Three days.

Three days of aching joints,

and fighting sleep and pissing
in my pants.

Three days

waiting for that animal

to feel confident enough
to launch an attack.

So what happened?

I don't remember.

My brain started playing tricks
on me.

I think I tell asleep.

I was very lucky...

because that cat could
have killed me.

It was a great ruse,

to lie down on the ground,
in the open.

It you've got so much patience, you'd
better take the first watch.

I'd be happy to.

We should have a tire.

Even savages protect themselves
with tire.

...and you are chatty like
drunken parrots!

And you are as loud as
the devil himself..

And where you come from?

.What is it like?
- It's cold. It is very cold.

You wear long woolen
ponchos and hats.

That's why you stink. You shit
in your ponchos.

Do you hunt in your stinking
poncho?

Mountain people don't hunt.

.Then what do they do?
-They work in the fields!

From sunrise to sunset.

What tools!

A bad way to got my friend.

.Switch that off!
-There's something out there!

. Put that thing away!
-What the hell do you think...?

Congratulations.

We had at air go at that cat
just then!

But you can kiss her good night
now.

What was that?

What is this?

It's shit. Can't you smell it?

. I know it's shit! But what sort?
- Bat shit.

We camped under a tree of bats.

They fly off in one direction, you know
that something's coming

from the opposite direction. You,
for example. Or the jaguar.

You have trouble with the
government! huh?

. I won't have you speaking that way!
-Your Excellency.

It you hadn't granted that gringo an
illegal permit! we wouldn't be here.

I will tell you what to do from
now on.

That's why you brought me here.

Otherwise, you can clean up
your own mess.

What's it to bet Excellency?
Leave you here for the cats?

It she was with us last night,

she wouldn't be here nowt
would she?

We're here, aren't we?

I don't yet know her.

The lamps are still on.

The cat is probably stretched out
in Alkaseltzer's hammock.

Well Plasencio...

Well well, well.

You finally made it.

All those years of effort.

Nobody would ever believe that these
stones were not from around here.

Then the prospectors would comet

and then the road builders...

the tourists...

You're already done tort cat!

So am I.

What a pathetic place to have
a pathetic store.

You need customers
to run a store.

Where are his customers?

Prospectors, hunters,

gold diggers. He did all right.

What did he do with his money?

Gambled it away with his
customers.

Looking to ge tyour fingers on it?

Not I didn't mean that...

There is another body outside.

I'll be able to read
until I'm a hundred.

How many times must I read that
Artemio Mateluno

killed his best friend by stabbing him
twenty times?

Really, it this is reading I'm glad I didn't
waste my whole lite on it.

A bible?

You want me to get you a bible?

Why for God's sake do you
want a bible?

.To read.
-You know a bible will rot

your brain worse than
the jungle will.

To have something to read.

I'm very relieved.

But you know,

it you're after reading material,
then I think we ought to...

Be able to do better
than the bible.

What did you say, Old Man?

Nothing really.

I was just thinking about
reading.

Can you really read?

A bit.

I could never see the use of it myself.
What are you reading?

A novel.

What's it about?

It's about

love.

Why bother then?

Because the thoughts are
beautiful.

Because the words are beautiful...

and the sentences.

And sometimes makes me forget

the barbarity of man.

The barbarity of man?

You mean the Slimy Toad
over there?

Not just him.

Others too.

And me.

It's true.

You're all barbarians.

What about you, Excellency?

I'm educated. That's why I'm
the Mayor.

The dentist here is educated,
your Excellency.

That doesn't make him the Mayor.

Doesn't stop me from being
a barbarian! either!

Excellency.

God, how can people be so stupid?

Think what you Iike,

and stop calling me "Excellency".

You've all been saying it ever since
you heard the doctor say it.

What do you want us to call you,
Excellency?

The judge is called "Your Honor"
and the priest "Your Eminence"...

and his Excellency, "Excellency".

It's her.

She's scented us.

There's nothing to say that I didn't
at I east wound the animal.

Why don't you go out and see?

Listen,

my little friend.

One day soon we're going to be back
in the town and I warn you...

Shut up,

you stupid Slimy Toad! You open
your trap once more and...

. Let's do a dealt Antonio Bolivar.
- I'm going back.

. I don't want this any more.
- Let's do a deal! huh? Huh?

You're the jungle veteran, huh?

You know it better than you
know yourself.

We're just getting in your way.

Track her down

and kill her,

and the state will pay you
a reward. Stay here!

Do what you think tit and we'll go back
and protect the village! huh?

I am not interested in rewards.

Everyone has his price.

Even you. Money...

a spot of land, eh?A woman...
Everyone has his price.

That's her.

She's far off.

She's crying tor her babies.

What do you say, huh?

Kill her...

and you'll never get bothered again
about where you built your house.

I'll even get you a certificate of
ownership. No more recriminations...

not even about Jo set in a. Live the rest
of your lite in peace.

Sounds good, huh?

She wants to die.

Is it a deal?

You don't have to do this.

We can wait for her to come
to the village! huh?

We could easily trap her there...

It's thick.headed to try to beat
heron her own ground.

It's my ground too.

That Slimy Toad is just trying
to get you killed! you know?

Thank her for the reading glasses,
my friend. I never got the chance.

Tell her...

tell here it will help me to read
till I'm a hundred.

I will.

You should have warned them,
Old Man.

Why are you so sure you are the one
the beast is coming tor?

Don't you think such an animal
could decide to pursue them?

She could pick them off one by one
be tore they get to El Idilio.

She's smart.

You should have gone with them,

but you didn't because you
think you know more.

You think it's you she's after.

"María

moaned

plain♪♪♪

plaintively♪

Maria moaned plaintively.

But is that from pleasure
or pain?

The words are bigger and easier
to see... but their meaning is

no more revealed than without
the glass.

Why do you do this, Antonio?

Why do you read at all?

I didn't know you were
a reader! Old Man.

Neither did I.

But the very thought of
a bible...

That's too much.

OK. Just...

look casual.

I won't pay the Slimy Toad it I'm
not going to be doing anything.

Jo set in a!

Rubicondo!

.Who's your friend?. May I present
Antonio Bolivar?

Jungleman... reader.

Hello.

The problem is

he doesn't have anything to read.

You've brought him to the wrong
place. I've only got love stories.

No detective or pirate stories?

Only heartache, hopeless love
and happy endings.

That's almost as bad as
the bible.

It sounds... it sounds
interesting.

May I try one?

This is one of my favourites.

I cried all the way through.

It must be very beautiful.

It is.

OK. Nowt go and read
the damned thing.

You two can swap
handkerchiefs later.

I can't read.

Perhaps you are afraid.

Nushino's people say,

"Hide from your tear".

What's the matter?

This is not the first time you've
faced a crazed animal.

You've imagined this jaguar

thinks of you as her equal.

Don't be so big-headed,

Antonio Bolivar.

Your eyes are tired...

and your movements are slow.

After tour killings,

she knows as much about men
as you know about jaguars.

And perhaps

you know less than she does.

Come on, Old Man.

Has fear finally got you?

Isn't there anything you can do
to hide yourself from it?

You are a white man's hunter
now! Antonio.

You carry a gun...

and tear.

It the trailing is easy

and you think the jaguar
is yours!

He's behind you.

His eyes are on your neck.

Here you are.

Now I can see you.

Lashing your tail...

You don't caret do you?

You're aroused by the nearness
of your victims.

Not you are not hunting, you're
just moving around...

You're certain that you're dealing
with a weaker species.

Now...

off you got there,
in that direction.

And then I lose you.

Do you want me to find you
or not?

What are you up to?

I know your game.

You want me here.

Here I am!

I am Antonio Bolivar.

And I have patience enough,

my beauty.

You're a strange animal,
that's for sure.

I can't work it out, whether
you're acting intelligently or

out of desperation.

"They crossed the velvety carpet
of snow♪♪♪"

I always thought it you've walked
on snow it got dirty.

Have you ever seen the snow?

When I was a child.

A carpet of it?

It lay on the ridges of the
Imbabura volcano...

like sheep skin... set out to dry.

"They crossed the velvety carpet
of the snow♪♪♪

as they exchanged promises♪♪♪

in eternal love"♪

"And death♪♪♪

united them♪♪♪

forever"♪

It's so beautiful...

This is not true.

Death separates forever.

But we're not dead.

No.

Not yet.

Sot we can still be united.

Yest we can.

Keep your head about you,
Old Man.

Still too far to be sure.

Antonio?

Yes?

What is love?

Antonio, why don't you ask more
from me?

It is not mine to ask.

Why not?

You're already are...

what you are.

You are a thunderbolt...

What do you mean by that?

I had a friend...

a Nushino...

He said...

"Nobody can tide down
a thunderbolt...

and nobody can take tor his own...

the rapture of the other".

In the jungle, the one that survives
is the one that moves.

Your brain is getting slow,
Old Man.

You should have done this be tore.

Why don't you attack me?

What's your game?

It's not you who wants to diet
is it?

This is why you brought me here.

Forgive met my friend.

That lousy gringo...

he tucked us all up.

You were very Iucky,
Antonio Bolivar.

That tall could have broken
a bone or two.

Lucky you had a fern mattress.

Hello, Antonio.

State property...

I'd better enjoy it...

I'm not sure how I'm going
to account for this...

when I return.

Maybe I am a thunderbolt,

but will you share my rapture?

I might live to be a hundred.

Then you'll need this.

I'm sorry, Dolores.

This lousy jungle

has tucked us all up.

Nushino...

We kill them for the sake of
killing.

But why?

It doesn't matter.

They all look alike.

But why, my brother?

Why not like always?

Go away and come back.

I'm getting too old tor
the jungle.

Oh, Nushino...

I miss too many times
with the blowpipe.

I want to be able to...

What new trick is this?

I thought we were finished
with each other.

They say your kind can smell
the scent of death on our kind.

Is that true?

Is it the smell of death I have
about me?

Is it my turn?

You're pissing on me!
You're demented!

Bad way to got my friend.

I cannot leave in peace,
my brother...

Until his head hangs from
a stake!

I will wander like a sad blind
parrot

earning the hatred of those
who never knew me!

Disturbing dreams...

scaring game...

Save met my brother.

Save me from eternal misery.

The Indians.

.Where are the Indians?
-On the other side of the river.

Don't worry.

They're not following you.

Antonio Bolivar...

You are like us.

But you are not one of us.

You should have killed him

with a poison dart.

Then

all of his courage

would have been captured

in his expression.

How can they shrink that head...

when in lite...

it has been frozen...

into that mask

ot fear...

and pain?

My eternal misery.

Go now...

my friend.

You have no rights

to linger...

among us any longer.

Oh, Antonio, you are a tool.

You can't even shoot straight.

I know you're watching me!

We're even.

I am Antonio Bolivar!

I have come to capture your
courage!

A curse on that gringo.

A curse on all the gringos...

And the prospectors...

and the settlers...

and the government...

and the tourists.

"One final time the lovers joined together
in a torrid embrace'

holding, squeezing, clasping
each other desperately'

their hands searching,

their mouths burning"♪

"lt was a kiss

of impassioned intensity,

a kiss to remember

their lives by"♪