Manolete (2008) - full transcript
"A Matador's Mistress" is a tragically eloquent dance of the cold brutality of uncommitted love and the high stakes of the Bullfight. Immerse yourself in the culture of Spain surrounding the age old traditions of the Matador. While the bullfight is controversial by today's standards, the ancient art-form is depicted with unflinching realism. The story is of man against beast, the bullfighter's zen, if you will; his nightly dance with death. A world-class lover enters his world; their code is their truth. Life being lived, edgy, relentlessly flirting with disaster, untamed, beautiful.
[booming]
[tender instrumental music]
[clock ticking]
[heavy breathing]
[crowd applauding]
- Maestro.
Maestro, have some coffee, hmm?
- Where is she?
- Who?
- What do you mean who?
- If you don't know, how
should I know, Maestro?
- [Manolete] Turn on the lights.
[groans]
- Maestro, are you crazy?
You're working today!
- Oh yeah, you're right.
I'm gonna kill her.
- Manolo.
Maestro!
Manolo!
- Give me my keys.
- Maestro!
[tires screeching]
- Manolo.
Are you crazy?
Maestro!
Please, Maestro.
The woman you want--
- I don't want any woman.
- She's not worth it.
- How do you work this thing?
- Okay, the safety's off.
Now you pull the trigger, bang!
[man singing in Spanish]
- Go away.
- Was that Manolete?
- I can't kill her.
Maybe I should stop trying.
[mysterious music]
- [All] Manolete, Manolete!
- Maestro!
- Manolete!
[coins clinking]
- Maestro, you're the
greatest, Maestro!
[speaking in foreign language]
[children yelling]
[gentle piano music]
- The first time I saw Manolete,
it was at the ranch
of a friend of mine,
Don Enrique de Ahumada.
I knew his family, they
were all bullfighters
but they had lost their money.
I think he walked all
the way from Cordoba.
The decision to
become a bullfighter
is usually made on
an empty stomach.
[rooster crowing]
[sighs]
This is Don Enrique de Ahumada.
And you kept him waiting.
Let's go.
[bulls mooing]
How are you feeling Manolo?
- Fine.
- That's good.
Because today we are going
to find out if you've got it.
- Got what?
- It.
Without it, it's
impossible to fight.
- I'm not afraid.
- Ah, that's good.
Because I was.
You see what I'm doing here?
- You're nailing my
feet to the ground.
- Step into the
shoes of a torero.
[bright flamenco music]
What did I see in him?
To be a great torero,
a really great torero,
you have to be a little
bit in love with death.
[humming]
Now I'm going to give you the
three rules of Pepe Camara.
Okay?
Okay.
Number one.
Always listen to your manager.
Hmm?
- Yes.
- Yeah.
Number two.
No morphine after gorings.
It's a drug.
It makes you forget about pain,
but if you take it a lot,
you'll want it all the time.
- My mother always says we're
on this Earth to suffer.
- Good.
Which brings me
to my third point.
No women.
- No women?
- Because women
make you love life.
- Oh.
And that's bad?
- In our line of work, yes.
- And if I follow those rules,
will I be able to
fight in Cordoba?
- [laughing] Cordoba!
I'll have you
fighting in Madrid.
- Madrid?
- Yes.
Seville, Cordoba, Barcelona,
Madrid.
[humming]
[people shouting]
[speaking in foreign language]
Where's your girlfriend?
In the car, I suppose?
- No.
I left her.
- Good boy.
What a whore she was.
- No, she wasn't a whore.
If she was a whore, she's
be with me right now.
[plaintive violin music]
- Hello?
Can I have my key please?
- Mr. Manolete
already checked out.
- Shit.
What are you looking at?
- Parasites.
Look at the way
they bleed him dry.
[phone ringing]
- He's calling her.
- No thank you.
Thank you.
- I take him to the chicest
nightclub in Madrid,
and he wants to go back to
the hotel and call his mother.
Good boy.
- That was a really
beautiful woman.
- She's a whore.
- She's a whore?
Is every beautiful
woman a whore, Pepe?
- No.
But that one is.
She's a singer,
she's an actress,
these things, she's a whore.
Believe me, I know her.
- Then you can
introduce us, huh?
- She's not for you.
- It's not for me.
- Manolo, she's trouble.
[intriguing music]
- Senor Camera.
- What?
- It's penicillin,
against infection.
It's a wonder drug, senor.
- But what the hell
do I do with that?
- If your Maestro gets
gored and gets an infection.
- Hey hey hey, my
guy is made of steel.
When he takes a horn up the ass,
he just turns on his stomach
and a week later, he asks me,
hey Pepe, when's my next fight?
- And if he gets the clap?
- Doesn't fuck, never has.
- Never?
- Never.
- That's why he
fights like a girl.
[laughing]
[people talking]
- Were you going
to say something?
- You're beautiful.
- Thank you.
What else?
Are you already
out of ammunition?
- I think you're very pretty.
- You already said that.
What else?
What else?
Such a magnificent torero
and such a boring man.
- No, it's true.
I don't understand
why everyone's always
making such a fuss.
- I know why.
Butchers.
Very big in this country.
Always have been.
Because here, nothing's
real until it bleeds.
Saints, bulls, women.
- You don't like bullfights?
- Bullfights are for
people who are dead inside.
- Have you been to one?
- No.
- Perhaps you'd like to
see me fight tomorrow.
- Maybe I'll come
watch you dress.
[phone ringing]
- Mom!
Was that Lupe who just called?
- No, wrong number.
Why should I lie to you?
- Maestro.
You're fighting
Dominguin this afternoon.
Are you worried?
- I'm so worried,
I just had lunch with my mother.
- Dominguin says, that he's
the future and you're the past.
- Who's Dominguin?
[laughing]
- Manolo.
- Welcome to Madrid.
- Thank you.
- Maestro?
Maestro, there is a girl here.
- Tell her to fuck off.
- No no.
Let her in, please.
I invited her.
- I didn't know you
guys wore stockings.
- Well.
Funny business.
- This is bad luck.
Bad luck.
- Should I go?
- No no, please.
Please stay.
Could somebody open
a window, please?
- I told you I was gonna
come watch you dress.
- And here you are.
- How did you get that?
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
- I think they called
the priest for that one.
- [Priest] Do you
repent, Manolo?
Do you repent?
- And this?
- I think perhaps the
doctor had a drink.
[car honking]
- A seamstress could
have done a better job.
- Sold out?
- Sold out.
- That's something.
Do we have an extra
ticket for my friend?
- Of course.
- Maestro.
- We should go.
- Manolo, come on.
[clapping]
- You are the most beautiful
ugly man I've ever seen.
- Hey wait, wait, wait.
Get lost.
- I'm not a whore.
- Please.
It's better for him.
[boisterous music]
[announcer speaking
in foreign language]
[knocking]
[sighs]
- What happened to you?
- I had to go.
- Is this a bad time?
- What do you want?
- I came to see you.
- How did you find me?
- I went to the club
and they told me
where you lived.
- Come.
Come.
[distant baby crying]
- You look wonderful.
[clears throat]
It's a nice place.
- Are you kidding?
- No, it's, uh...
Very feminine.
- A very feminine shithole.
- I used to live in a place
that wasn't much bigger than
this, and there were six of us.
- And look at you now.
- Oh, what's his name?
- Lola.
- Hi, Lola.
- Sit down.
Sit down.
- Why didn't you stay?
- I told you,
something came up.
But I listened to the radio.
They said you fought
like an angel.
- I fought for you.
- I don't believe you.
- I did.
I didn't see you.
So I imagined you were there.
I fought for you.
- I'm sure there were lots
of beautiful women there.
- Maybe.
- Sit down, you're
making me nervous.
- Would you like to
go to a restaurant?
- You should go to a
restaurant with somebody nice.
- You know what I think?
- What do you think, torero?
- I think maybe you should
think more of yourself.
- You're hungry.
I can make you something to eat.
Eggs and chorizo.
- What my mother always makes.
Perfect.
- If you look any harder,
it's going to hurt.
[sassy salsa music]
- Good morning.
Hi, Lola.
- Say hi.
Hi, hi.
- You wanna go to San Sebastian?
- A dog, and a suitcase.
- Kiss my ass.
- I did, honey, you
just don't remember.
- Is that true?
- I don't go with guys like him.
[cheering]
[car honking]
- You always eat like this?
- Only on the days
he's not fighting.
But on working days,
the Maestro doesn't eat
until after the fight.
- In case of an operation.
Stay clean inside.
- Anyway.
Now we should eat.
[laughing]
- I'm telling you,
Cary Grant is.
- Ugh.
And Errol Flynn?
- Goes both ways.
[laughing]
- Captain Blood, both ways?
- Somebody told me.
[laughing]
- What's both ways?
- How about Gary Cooper?
- What's both ways?
- Maestro, you don't wanna know.
- I thought I told
you to get lost.
- I did.
But I was found.
- Isn't she great?
- She's wonderful, Maestro.
- Mmm.
And a good cook.
- That too.
[laughing]
- I don't know when to applaud.
- Just applaud the emotion.
- What emotion?
- Just applaud the emotion.
You're not feeling it?
- No.
- May I show you something?
- What?
- It's a little game that
I play with the bull.
After 20 passes,
he starts looking at my ankles.
A few more.
He's looking at my knees.
A few more.
He sees me.
That's when it gets fascinating.
- You really are
the most beautiful ugly
man I've ever seen.
- I could see how you could
get a little overexcited
about this kind of activity.
- Hurt me.
- What?
[children shouting]
- Hello, matador.
- May I introduce
my friend, Messino.
- Hi, nice to meet you.
- No no, nice to meet you.
Welcome to my house.
- Thank you.
- Come in please.
Hey, Pepe.
[gentle guitar music]
- I'm fat.
- No, you look great.
- I look fat.
- You don't.
- All those dinners.
- You have to eat.
- Manolo, I can't.
I can't just be your girl.
- What?
- I am your girl, but I'm
not some canary in a cage.
- Stay with me.
Stay a little while longer.
- Manolo.
Look at this.
They're offering good money.
Really good money.
- What if we go somewhere
completely different?
[announcer speaking
in foreign language]
[clapping]
[people chanting]
- Haven't you noticed?
I'm a lady now.
- You've always been a lady.
I love you, mamita.
- And I love you, papito.
- Marry me.
- You should marry a nice girl.
- You are a nice girl.
You're a very nice girl.
Nicest girl I've ever met.
- I will marry you when your
mother asks for my hand.
Hey.
Don't be like that.
I belong to you because
I don't belong to you.
- That means you
don't wanna marry me.
- But you can do things with me
that you could never
do with your wife.
- Are you happy we came?
- I love it here.
- Maybe we should stay.
- You mean live here?
- Why not?
They're bored with me.
- And I could eat
tamales and get fat
and have lots of babies,
and call you papito.
- That's great, mamita.
- What are you doing?
[cheering]
[pensive dramatic music]
What's wrong?
- I dreamt I was dead.
- You know what that means.
- What does that mean?
- It means you
will live forever.
You always dream the opposite
of what happens in life.
- I never heard that before.
- It's true.
Everyone knows it.
- Really?
- Really.
- Leave it on a little bit.
- You afraid of the dark?
Manolo, you're freezing.
Should I call a doctor?
- No, I'm not sick.
- Then what is it?
- I think I might be a
little nervous, that's all.
Now you see me how I really am.
- And now I love you
twice as much, papito.
I thought you were born brave.
- No.
I was born not to care.
- When you feel like this,
do I help,
or do I make it worse?
- You do both.
You didn't do it
with Pepe, did you?
- I only like beautiful people.
- What are you doing with me?
- You are my piece of the sun.
[dramatic music]
- Lie down, Maestro.
The wind makes the capes fly.
- Guillermo, Pepe
should cancel it.
He can't go out like this.
- Hey, once he's
dressed, he's okay.
Remember, to fight when you
are not afraid is nothing.
Not to fight when you're
afraid is also nothing.
But to fight when you're afraid,
that's everything.
- What are you two on about?
- You should get out of this.
- This is all I know.
- Please Manolo, get
out of this, please.
You are great, you
are the greatest.
What more do you want?
- What about my mother?
- Your mother, your
mother is rich.
- Yeah, what about my sisters?
- You brought them husbands.
Let them work for a
living like everyone else.
- What about Pepe?
- He has done very
well for himself.
- Hey, what about me?
- Please angel.
Let's make a baby.
Let's be happy.
It's allowed, you know?
To be happy.
And married, if
that's what you want.
- What'll I be, if I retire?
- You are so afraid of death,
you are falling in love with it.
What's the point
in marrying you?
I'm just your mistress.
Death is your wife.
- You're lucky I fight when
you talk to me this way.
[people shouting]
[clapping]
- You nearly lost
the crown jewels.
- What do you care?
- I care.
Why don't you rest a while?
- Why don't you
shut the fuck up?
- I didn't know you
knew such language.
- There's a lot of
things that I know.
Don't touch me, where were you?
- Outside.
Having a drink.
- With whom?
- With someone amusing.
- Amusing.
What made him so amusing?
Hmm?
Tell me, I would like to
learn how to be amusing.
What's his secret?
- For one, he
doesn't want to die.
- I didn't hear you.
- He doesn't want to die.
- You think I wanna die?
Is that what you
think, you stupid cow?
- Yes.
And that's one thing
I cannot compete with.
- You!
You made me wanna die.
You.
When I saw you meet with
him, I wanted to die.
- We just went for a drink.
- Just a drink?
When have you ever
just had a drink?
Fucking whore.
Now I know why they're
all laughing at me.
- Goodbye.
- Yeah, where you going?
Where are you going?
- Away from you!
[screams]
[crashing]
What, do you wanna hit me?
Hit me.
- That's what you
like, isn't it?
- Hit me.
- That's what you like.
- You can't even hit me.
[sobbing]
You're bleeding.
- Of course I'm bleeding.
- You're really,
really bleeding.
- Oh shit.
[groaning]
- I'll get the doctor.
- Stay with me.
Fuck it, just stay
with me please.
Mamita, please.
Stay with me.
Please.
Please.
Please.
- Always.
But not all the time.
[speaking in foreign language]
How was it?
- Really good.
- Thank you.
Hello.
- Yes, I know that girl.
She's a communist.
Yes, I'm sure.
The girl with Manolete.
- This is a very
delicate situation.
Because the man who
denounced her is right.
She was a communist.
And she might very well
still be a communist.
- General, I assure you that.
- Are you sure you know
everything about this woman?
For instance, do you know
her real name is
Antonia Branchales?
That she has a past.
Did you know she was
married before to a Mexican?
A communist in the
Republican Army?
- I didn't know you
were married before.
- They said I'm under
your protection.
- Just a formality.
- [Reporter] You are
fighting Dominguin
in the mid-afternoon.
Are you worried?
- [Manolete] I'm so worried,
I had lunch with my mother.
- [Reporter] Dominguin says that
he's the future and
you're the past.
- [Manolete] Who's Dominguin?
[laughing]
[people shouting]
- What do you think?
- I think he's amusing.
- You know I can cancel.
- It's not about what
you do on a good day.
It's what you do on a bad day.
[people shouting]
- Maestro, Maestro.
[murmuring]
- Mother of God,
forgive me for my sins.
Let me live for another day.
Amen.
[hooves stomping]
[people shouting]
[clapping]
[pensive dramatic music]
[clapping]
- Now she'll lose number one.
- Okay.
You wanna get killed,
get killed in Madrid.
Don't get killed in Linares.
[clapping]
- Don't push.
[trumpet music]
[clapping]
[banging]
- That's never good.
- I know.
[banging]
[panting]
[clapping]
[gasping]
[clapping]
[regal horn music]
[clapping]
[slow dramatic music]
[heartbeat pounding]
[sobs]
- Oh, God.
Oh God, mamita.
Mamita.
Mamita.
Mamita.
[moaning]
[heavy breathing]
Don't ever tell anyone
that I call you this.
Don't ever tell anyone.
- I would never do that to you.
Never.
- He's crazy!
I never wanted this, never!
- May I have my sword please?
- Maestro, no.
- Sword.
One life is enough.
- [screaming] No, no, no!
[crowd roaring]
- Leave me.
- Open the fucking gate!
- Jesus!
- Asshole!
Can't you close the room.
Come on!
Call a doctor from Madrid.
- Step back!
[people shouting]
[emotional guitar music]
- Good news.
Do you remember the doctor
who fought the priest?
He's coming.
- No priests.
They frighten me.
- Doctor, not priest.
For God's sake, keep her out.
- How is he?
- Not good.
- Pepe, I need to see him.
- Wait.
- Please.
- Wait.
Please.
- She wants to see him.
She wants to see him.
- Only if he asks for her.
- Pepe.
Has he asked for me?
- Just for his mother.
- How?
How is he calling for her?
- He's calling for his
mother, believe me.
- Mamita.
Mamita.
Mamita.
Mamita.
Mamita.
Mamita.
Mamita.
Please.
- I killed him, didn't I?
- No.
We all did.
- I feel so light.
Doctor, I can't see.
[bell tolls]
[people shouting]
[sorrowful music]
["Mamita" by Buika]
[tender instrumental music]
[clock ticking]
[heavy breathing]
[crowd applauding]
- Maestro.
Maestro, have some coffee, hmm?
- Where is she?
- Who?
- What do you mean who?
- If you don't know, how
should I know, Maestro?
- [Manolete] Turn on the lights.
[groans]
- Maestro, are you crazy?
You're working today!
- Oh yeah, you're right.
I'm gonna kill her.
- Manolo.
Maestro!
Manolo!
- Give me my keys.
- Maestro!
[tires screeching]
- Manolo.
Are you crazy?
Maestro!
Please, Maestro.
The woman you want--
- I don't want any woman.
- She's not worth it.
- How do you work this thing?
- Okay, the safety's off.
Now you pull the trigger, bang!
[man singing in Spanish]
- Go away.
- Was that Manolete?
- I can't kill her.
Maybe I should stop trying.
[mysterious music]
- [All] Manolete, Manolete!
- Maestro!
- Manolete!
[coins clinking]
- Maestro, you're the
greatest, Maestro!
[speaking in foreign language]
[children yelling]
[gentle piano music]
- The first time I saw Manolete,
it was at the ranch
of a friend of mine,
Don Enrique de Ahumada.
I knew his family, they
were all bullfighters
but they had lost their money.
I think he walked all
the way from Cordoba.
The decision to
become a bullfighter
is usually made on
an empty stomach.
[rooster crowing]
[sighs]
This is Don Enrique de Ahumada.
And you kept him waiting.
Let's go.
[bulls mooing]
How are you feeling Manolo?
- Fine.
- That's good.
Because today we are going
to find out if you've got it.
- Got what?
- It.
Without it, it's
impossible to fight.
- I'm not afraid.
- Ah, that's good.
Because I was.
You see what I'm doing here?
- You're nailing my
feet to the ground.
- Step into the
shoes of a torero.
[bright flamenco music]
What did I see in him?
To be a great torero,
a really great torero,
you have to be a little
bit in love with death.
[humming]
Now I'm going to give you the
three rules of Pepe Camara.
Okay?
Okay.
Number one.
Always listen to your manager.
Hmm?
- Yes.
- Yeah.
Number two.
No morphine after gorings.
It's a drug.
It makes you forget about pain,
but if you take it a lot,
you'll want it all the time.
- My mother always says we're
on this Earth to suffer.
- Good.
Which brings me
to my third point.
No women.
- No women?
- Because women
make you love life.
- Oh.
And that's bad?
- In our line of work, yes.
- And if I follow those rules,
will I be able to
fight in Cordoba?
- [laughing] Cordoba!
I'll have you
fighting in Madrid.
- Madrid?
- Yes.
Seville, Cordoba, Barcelona,
Madrid.
[humming]
[people shouting]
[speaking in foreign language]
Where's your girlfriend?
In the car, I suppose?
- No.
I left her.
- Good boy.
What a whore she was.
- No, she wasn't a whore.
If she was a whore, she's
be with me right now.
[plaintive violin music]
- Hello?
Can I have my key please?
- Mr. Manolete
already checked out.
- Shit.
What are you looking at?
- Parasites.
Look at the way
they bleed him dry.
[phone ringing]
- He's calling her.
- No thank you.
Thank you.
- I take him to the chicest
nightclub in Madrid,
and he wants to go back to
the hotel and call his mother.
Good boy.
- That was a really
beautiful woman.
- She's a whore.
- She's a whore?
Is every beautiful
woman a whore, Pepe?
- No.
But that one is.
She's a singer,
she's an actress,
these things, she's a whore.
Believe me, I know her.
- Then you can
introduce us, huh?
- She's not for you.
- It's not for me.
- Manolo, she's trouble.
[intriguing music]
- Senor Camera.
- What?
- It's penicillin,
against infection.
It's a wonder drug, senor.
- But what the hell
do I do with that?
- If your Maestro gets
gored and gets an infection.
- Hey hey hey, my
guy is made of steel.
When he takes a horn up the ass,
he just turns on his stomach
and a week later, he asks me,
hey Pepe, when's my next fight?
- And if he gets the clap?
- Doesn't fuck, never has.
- Never?
- Never.
- That's why he
fights like a girl.
[laughing]
[people talking]
- Were you going
to say something?
- You're beautiful.
- Thank you.
What else?
Are you already
out of ammunition?
- I think you're very pretty.
- You already said that.
What else?
What else?
Such a magnificent torero
and such a boring man.
- No, it's true.
I don't understand
why everyone's always
making such a fuss.
- I know why.
Butchers.
Very big in this country.
Always have been.
Because here, nothing's
real until it bleeds.
Saints, bulls, women.
- You don't like bullfights?
- Bullfights are for
people who are dead inside.
- Have you been to one?
- No.
- Perhaps you'd like to
see me fight tomorrow.
- Maybe I'll come
watch you dress.
[phone ringing]
- Mom!
Was that Lupe who just called?
- No, wrong number.
Why should I lie to you?
- Maestro.
You're fighting
Dominguin this afternoon.
Are you worried?
- I'm so worried,
I just had lunch with my mother.
- Dominguin says, that he's
the future and you're the past.
- Who's Dominguin?
[laughing]
- Manolo.
- Welcome to Madrid.
- Thank you.
- Maestro?
Maestro, there is a girl here.
- Tell her to fuck off.
- No no.
Let her in, please.
I invited her.
- I didn't know you
guys wore stockings.
- Well.
Funny business.
- This is bad luck.
Bad luck.
- Should I go?
- No no, please.
Please stay.
Could somebody open
a window, please?
- I told you I was gonna
come watch you dress.
- And here you are.
- How did you get that?
- Oh, Jesus Christ.
- I think they called
the priest for that one.
- [Priest] Do you
repent, Manolo?
Do you repent?
- And this?
- I think perhaps the
doctor had a drink.
[car honking]
- A seamstress could
have done a better job.
- Sold out?
- Sold out.
- That's something.
Do we have an extra
ticket for my friend?
- Of course.
- Maestro.
- We should go.
- Manolo, come on.
[clapping]
- You are the most beautiful
ugly man I've ever seen.
- Hey wait, wait, wait.
Get lost.
- I'm not a whore.
- Please.
It's better for him.
[boisterous music]
[announcer speaking
in foreign language]
[knocking]
[sighs]
- What happened to you?
- I had to go.
- Is this a bad time?
- What do you want?
- I came to see you.
- How did you find me?
- I went to the club
and they told me
where you lived.
- Come.
Come.
[distant baby crying]
- You look wonderful.
[clears throat]
It's a nice place.
- Are you kidding?
- No, it's, uh...
Very feminine.
- A very feminine shithole.
- I used to live in a place
that wasn't much bigger than
this, and there were six of us.
- And look at you now.
- Oh, what's his name?
- Lola.
- Hi, Lola.
- Sit down.
Sit down.
- Why didn't you stay?
- I told you,
something came up.
But I listened to the radio.
They said you fought
like an angel.
- I fought for you.
- I don't believe you.
- I did.
I didn't see you.
So I imagined you were there.
I fought for you.
- I'm sure there were lots
of beautiful women there.
- Maybe.
- Sit down, you're
making me nervous.
- Would you like to
go to a restaurant?
- You should go to a
restaurant with somebody nice.
- You know what I think?
- What do you think, torero?
- I think maybe you should
think more of yourself.
- You're hungry.
I can make you something to eat.
Eggs and chorizo.
- What my mother always makes.
Perfect.
- If you look any harder,
it's going to hurt.
[sassy salsa music]
- Good morning.
Hi, Lola.
- Say hi.
Hi, hi.
- You wanna go to San Sebastian?
- A dog, and a suitcase.
- Kiss my ass.
- I did, honey, you
just don't remember.
- Is that true?
- I don't go with guys like him.
[cheering]
[car honking]
- You always eat like this?
- Only on the days
he's not fighting.
But on working days,
the Maestro doesn't eat
until after the fight.
- In case of an operation.
Stay clean inside.
- Anyway.
Now we should eat.
[laughing]
- I'm telling you,
Cary Grant is.
- Ugh.
And Errol Flynn?
- Goes both ways.
[laughing]
- Captain Blood, both ways?
- Somebody told me.
[laughing]
- What's both ways?
- How about Gary Cooper?
- What's both ways?
- Maestro, you don't wanna know.
- I thought I told
you to get lost.
- I did.
But I was found.
- Isn't she great?
- She's wonderful, Maestro.
- Mmm.
And a good cook.
- That too.
[laughing]
- I don't know when to applaud.
- Just applaud the emotion.
- What emotion?
- Just applaud the emotion.
You're not feeling it?
- No.
- May I show you something?
- What?
- It's a little game that
I play with the bull.
After 20 passes,
he starts looking at my ankles.
A few more.
He's looking at my knees.
A few more.
He sees me.
That's when it gets fascinating.
- You really are
the most beautiful ugly
man I've ever seen.
- I could see how you could
get a little overexcited
about this kind of activity.
- Hurt me.
- What?
[children shouting]
- Hello, matador.
- May I introduce
my friend, Messino.
- Hi, nice to meet you.
- No no, nice to meet you.
Welcome to my house.
- Thank you.
- Come in please.
Hey, Pepe.
[gentle guitar music]
- I'm fat.
- No, you look great.
- I look fat.
- You don't.
- All those dinners.
- You have to eat.
- Manolo, I can't.
I can't just be your girl.
- What?
- I am your girl, but I'm
not some canary in a cage.
- Stay with me.
Stay a little while longer.
- Manolo.
Look at this.
They're offering good money.
Really good money.
- What if we go somewhere
completely different?
[announcer speaking
in foreign language]
[clapping]
[people chanting]
- Haven't you noticed?
I'm a lady now.
- You've always been a lady.
I love you, mamita.
- And I love you, papito.
- Marry me.
- You should marry a nice girl.
- You are a nice girl.
You're a very nice girl.
Nicest girl I've ever met.
- I will marry you when your
mother asks for my hand.
Hey.
Don't be like that.
I belong to you because
I don't belong to you.
- That means you
don't wanna marry me.
- But you can do things with me
that you could never
do with your wife.
- Are you happy we came?
- I love it here.
- Maybe we should stay.
- You mean live here?
- Why not?
They're bored with me.
- And I could eat
tamales and get fat
and have lots of babies,
and call you papito.
- That's great, mamita.
- What are you doing?
[cheering]
[pensive dramatic music]
What's wrong?
- I dreamt I was dead.
- You know what that means.
- What does that mean?
- It means you
will live forever.
You always dream the opposite
of what happens in life.
- I never heard that before.
- It's true.
Everyone knows it.
- Really?
- Really.
- Leave it on a little bit.
- You afraid of the dark?
Manolo, you're freezing.
Should I call a doctor?
- No, I'm not sick.
- Then what is it?
- I think I might be a
little nervous, that's all.
Now you see me how I really am.
- And now I love you
twice as much, papito.
I thought you were born brave.
- No.
I was born not to care.
- When you feel like this,
do I help,
or do I make it worse?
- You do both.
You didn't do it
with Pepe, did you?
- I only like beautiful people.
- What are you doing with me?
- You are my piece of the sun.
[dramatic music]
- Lie down, Maestro.
The wind makes the capes fly.
- Guillermo, Pepe
should cancel it.
He can't go out like this.
- Hey, once he's
dressed, he's okay.
Remember, to fight when you
are not afraid is nothing.
Not to fight when you're
afraid is also nothing.
But to fight when you're afraid,
that's everything.
- What are you two on about?
- You should get out of this.
- This is all I know.
- Please Manolo, get
out of this, please.
You are great, you
are the greatest.
What more do you want?
- What about my mother?
- Your mother, your
mother is rich.
- Yeah, what about my sisters?
- You brought them husbands.
Let them work for a
living like everyone else.
- What about Pepe?
- He has done very
well for himself.
- Hey, what about me?
- Please angel.
Let's make a baby.
Let's be happy.
It's allowed, you know?
To be happy.
And married, if
that's what you want.
- What'll I be, if I retire?
- You are so afraid of death,
you are falling in love with it.
What's the point
in marrying you?
I'm just your mistress.
Death is your wife.
- You're lucky I fight when
you talk to me this way.
[people shouting]
[clapping]
- You nearly lost
the crown jewels.
- What do you care?
- I care.
Why don't you rest a while?
- Why don't you
shut the fuck up?
- I didn't know you
knew such language.
- There's a lot of
things that I know.
Don't touch me, where were you?
- Outside.
Having a drink.
- With whom?
- With someone amusing.
- Amusing.
What made him so amusing?
Hmm?
Tell me, I would like to
learn how to be amusing.
What's his secret?
- For one, he
doesn't want to die.
- I didn't hear you.
- He doesn't want to die.
- You think I wanna die?
Is that what you
think, you stupid cow?
- Yes.
And that's one thing
I cannot compete with.
- You!
You made me wanna die.
You.
When I saw you meet with
him, I wanted to die.
- We just went for a drink.
- Just a drink?
When have you ever
just had a drink?
Fucking whore.
Now I know why they're
all laughing at me.
- Goodbye.
- Yeah, where you going?
Where are you going?
- Away from you!
[screams]
[crashing]
What, do you wanna hit me?
Hit me.
- That's what you
like, isn't it?
- Hit me.
- That's what you like.
- You can't even hit me.
[sobbing]
You're bleeding.
- Of course I'm bleeding.
- You're really,
really bleeding.
- Oh shit.
[groaning]
- I'll get the doctor.
- Stay with me.
Fuck it, just stay
with me please.
Mamita, please.
Stay with me.
Please.
Please.
Please.
- Always.
But not all the time.
[speaking in foreign language]
How was it?
- Really good.
- Thank you.
Hello.
- Yes, I know that girl.
She's a communist.
Yes, I'm sure.
The girl with Manolete.
- This is a very
delicate situation.
Because the man who
denounced her is right.
She was a communist.
And she might very well
still be a communist.
- General, I assure you that.
- Are you sure you know
everything about this woman?
For instance, do you know
her real name is
Antonia Branchales?
That she has a past.
Did you know she was
married before to a Mexican?
A communist in the
Republican Army?
- I didn't know you
were married before.
- They said I'm under
your protection.
- Just a formality.
- [Reporter] You are
fighting Dominguin
in the mid-afternoon.
Are you worried?
- [Manolete] I'm so worried,
I had lunch with my mother.
- [Reporter] Dominguin says that
he's the future and
you're the past.
- [Manolete] Who's Dominguin?
[laughing]
[people shouting]
- What do you think?
- I think he's amusing.
- You know I can cancel.
- It's not about what
you do on a good day.
It's what you do on a bad day.
[people shouting]
- Maestro, Maestro.
[murmuring]
- Mother of God,
forgive me for my sins.
Let me live for another day.
Amen.
[hooves stomping]
[people shouting]
[clapping]
[pensive dramatic music]
[clapping]
- Now she'll lose number one.
- Okay.
You wanna get killed,
get killed in Madrid.
Don't get killed in Linares.
[clapping]
- Don't push.
[trumpet music]
[clapping]
[banging]
- That's never good.
- I know.
[banging]
[panting]
[clapping]
[gasping]
[clapping]
[regal horn music]
[clapping]
[slow dramatic music]
[heartbeat pounding]
[sobs]
- Oh, God.
Oh God, mamita.
Mamita.
Mamita.
Mamita.
[moaning]
[heavy breathing]
Don't ever tell anyone
that I call you this.
Don't ever tell anyone.
- I would never do that to you.
Never.
- He's crazy!
I never wanted this, never!
- May I have my sword please?
- Maestro, no.
- Sword.
One life is enough.
- [screaming] No, no, no!
[crowd roaring]
- Leave me.
- Open the fucking gate!
- Jesus!
- Asshole!
Can't you close the room.
Come on!
Call a doctor from Madrid.
- Step back!
[people shouting]
[emotional guitar music]
- Good news.
Do you remember the doctor
who fought the priest?
He's coming.
- No priests.
They frighten me.
- Doctor, not priest.
For God's sake, keep her out.
- How is he?
- Not good.
- Pepe, I need to see him.
- Wait.
- Please.
- Wait.
Please.
- She wants to see him.
She wants to see him.
- Only if he asks for her.
- Pepe.
Has he asked for me?
- Just for his mother.
- How?
How is he calling for her?
- He's calling for his
mother, believe me.
- Mamita.
Mamita.
Mamita.
Mamita.
Mamita.
Mamita.
Mamita.
Please.
- I killed him, didn't I?
- No.
We all did.
- I feel so light.
Doctor, I can't see.
[bell tolls]
[people shouting]
[sorrowful music]
["Mamita" by Buika]