The Devil Is a Woman (1935) - full transcript

Film told in flashbacks of an older man's obsession for a woman who can belong to no-one but can frustrate everyone. The backdrop is SternbergÍs surreal and fantastic Carnaval in Spain. In a café the older man details his encounters with the heart breaker that his younger friend has only just met at the parade. Forewarned, the young man swears he will avoid the fate of his friend, but rushes all the same to his evening rendezvous. A dreamlike story of frustrated, lost romance, spoken in the past tense, never really resolved.

Gentlemen, I'm going to be brief.

Tomorrow the carnival begins.

Unfortunately,
every crook within a thousand miles,

every political offender and exile

will try to take advantage
of the masquerade.

If you catch a man stealing...

shoot him.

Less trouble afterwards.

But I want no useless arrests.

Last year, the jail and the hospital
were a disgraceful sight.

I definitely do not want any interference
with the people's pleasures.



And if you must make one or two arrests
because you will not listen to me,

then make them, but no more.

Dismissed.

- Say, where are all the pretty girls today?
- Pretty girls?

Watch this.

Watch this.

Will you please give my card
to the lady of the house?

- Which lady, sir?
- The lady who lives here.

What is her name, sir?

- Look here, your mistress expects me.
- I'm sorry, sir. I'm not so informed.

- Antonio!
- Pasqual! What luck!

- How wonderful to see you again.
- You young idiot. What if you're recognized?

Turn around. Sit down. Turn your back.

- What on earth ever tempted you to leave Paris?
- I'm on my way back there now.



- I came to see my parents.
- But there's a price on your head.

Don't you know we have a new governor
who eats Republicans for breakfast?

I'll risk it until the carnival's over. But
how are you, Pasqual? Let me look at you.

You've changed. Have you been ill?

My health has been excellent.

I hardly knew you without your uniform.

I suppose it's another one
of your famous adventures.

Captain Pasqual Costelar
in search of a new beauty.

I've left the army,
resigned my commission.

As for the ladies, my friend, for three
years I haven't even looked at a woman.

But enough of my affairs. What of yours? Why
don't you leave while you can with safety?

Leave? I have an appointment this evening with
the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.

The advice may sound strange
coming from me.

I can't ask you to ignore the gentler sex.

Had I to live my life over again, I'd
probably do the same foolish things once more.

But be careful, Antonio.

The boys in the club
would laugh their heads off

if they heard you were
offering moral advice to the young.

But while you're on the subject of advice,

do you happen to know a goddess in
this town by the name Concha Perez?

The name is not unfamiliar to me.

She lives at the end
of the Plaza del Triunfo, doesn't she?

Yes. Anything wrong with her?

Do you mean to tell me
you don't know who Concha is?

Concha, the singer, the toast of Spain?

Is she the toast of Spain?
Well, I'm in luck.

For the last five years, I've known
nothing but jail, exile, and manifestos.

- Apparently you don't like her, do you?
- She's the most dangerous woman you'll ever meet.

You must be mad to talk like that.
What's she done to you?

It's no pleasure for me
to talk about the past.

But...

I was returning from a holiday in France
about five years ago.

My train ran into an avalanche.

We were snowbound for about three days.

¡Oye! ¡No, no!

Come on.

- Porter!
- I don't want a porter.

How about an address, Concha,
where I can write you?

Perhaps I can find time
to visit you someday.

What do you take me for?

Stop this nonsense.
Where can I get in touch with you?

Mother says no flies enter a closed mouth.

As the devil would have it,

I was in town one day with nothing to do

and joined some fool committee or other

that was investigating
labor conditions in a cigarette factory.

I'd heard there were
some pretty girls there.

Now, gentlemen, you've heard a lot
of stories about our cigarette factory.

They're not true.
Our girls are all well behaved.

They earn a great deal of money and wouldn't
exchange their position for any other on earth.

Something in your eye?

Not at all.

Now follow me, and I'll show you
where we make our shipping cases.

Do the girls make the shipping cases too?

- Yes.
- Oh!

The captain has an eye for the ladies,
hasn't he?

Well, of all people.

- How did you get here, Concha?
- The Lord knows. I don't remember.

Well, I never expected to find you
in a place like this.

I suppose you must make
quite a lot of money here.

Ha! If I work all week, I make enough money
to bring some flowers to my mother on Sunday.

Living with your mother?

Who did you think I was living with?

- Do you know what that is, Concha?
- Oh, yes, that's gold.

And it's more than I earn in a year.

It's yours if you'll sell me
one of those cigarettes you roll

with your... pretty hands.

Better take two,
in case you should become impatient.

Impatient? Why should I be impatient?

Because I want you to wait for me outside.

So you did wait, didn't you?

- Yes, I waited.
- I didn't think you would.

I know that you are an important person,

and your friends might not like
to see you in such company.

Are you glad that I waited, Concha?

Come and take me home.

- Here we are.
- Hmm. Quite a climb.

How does your mother get up here?

- Oh, Mother can climb anything.
- Hmm.

Look, Mama. I've got a fish.

How are you going to feed it?

Don't worry about that, Mother.

Make this gentleman welcome.
He's my friend.

Captain Costelar.
Charmed beyond words, señora.

Excellency.

Make this humble house your own.

What is the exact relationship
of this gentleman?

Your Excellency.

A cousin.

Oh, and plenty of garlic.

Is it paid for?

And sausage, Mother. Try it.

And look, Mama. Gold.

How did you earn all that, Concha?

I, earn anything?
Don't be foolish, Mother.

Your Excellency,

if my poor husband were alive...

he has been in the enjoyment of God
for the past 15 years...

he'd have beaten her black and blue.

But don't be deceived by her language.

My daughter is a good girl.

Oh, we could be rich, my daughter and I.

Oh, we could have mules and necklaces

and live in the country.

But wickedness
has never spent a night here.

How I worry when I see my daughter
leave in the morning.

How can you say that, Mother,
when you sleep all day?

There.

You see what bad examples
these factory girls are?

Oh, the ugly words she must hear.

If my daughter had listened to them,
she would have gone wrong long ago.

What makes young girls go wrong,
Your Excellency,

is the advice of women,
not the eyes of men.

There's a cure for all ills, señora.

Your Highness, how can I thank you?

I'll take care of that, Mama.
I'll thank him. You don't need to bother.

Uh, I see.

This will be enough for the rent.

And this the... the water.

- And this...
- The baker.

The baker, and the, uh... the doctor.

But I'm afraid there'll be hardly enough
to keep Concha out of the factory.

I understand.

Here, here, here!

And the landlord thought
that he was going to throw us out!

It's easy to see who runs this shop.

When the time comes
for a sweetheart to offer himself,

he'll have to talk to you
and not to your mother.

You don't happen to know of anyone?

Let me see now.

- No, I don't think so.
- Oh, you think too much.

You know of nobody at all? Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Let me go!

Don't you touch me or I'll call for help!

Are you mad, Concha?
I came here as a friend.

Suddenly you throw yourself into my arms,
and now you accuse me.

I kissed you because I loved you...
for a minute.

But I won't let you kiss me
without loving me.

So you don't think I love you, my child?

No. I please you.

I amuse you.

But I am not the only one, am I?

- Answer me, Pasqualito!
- Well...

I want to know. Am I or am I not?

What happened, my child?

Give a man a finger
and he bites off the whole hand.

Well, I'll go and get dinner ready.

I don't think I wanted to see her again.

But I went there not once, but 30 times.

She was never at home.

Her mother told me
she was either out with a cousin

or else was going to her dancing lessons.

Finally, after three months of this,

I told her mother that I loved Concha,

and that although
there were certain ties I couldn't form,

I wished to provide for her daughter,
take charge of her education.

In other words, make myself her protector.

I assured her that she and Concha
need never want for anything.

And to prove my sincerity...

Well, the old lady
got quite a sum out of me that time.

I'm deeply offended.

I am...

deeply offended.

- What did I write last?
- You were deeply offended.

I never want to see you again.

I never...

want to see you again.

And my mother doesn't want
to see you again.

And my mother...

doesn't want to see you again.

As I write this...

As I write this...

my heart is bleeding.

My heart...

is bleeding.

And my eyes are filled with tears.

When I received her letter,
I rushed to her home.

But they had disappeared.

Mother and daughter, bag and baggage,

without a trace.

Then, about three months later,

after I'd given up hope of ever
seeing her again, she suddenly appeared.

You, Concha?

Were you expecting someone else?

- Come in.
- I thought I'd stop by to see if you were in.

Since you didn't care to look for me,
it's I who look for you.

I haven't slept a wink since you left me.
Why did you run away like that?

Where the devil did you go to?
Why did you send me that stupid letter?

I was angry because you had
given us so much money.

I only wanted to help you.

- I thought it would spoil our friendship.
- Our friendship!

But now that all the money is gone
and nothing is left but...

my affections for you,

I can no longer live without seeing you!

Oh, Concha, why did you stay away so long?

What if someone saw me come in?
My name would be ruined.

- It was foolish of me to come here.
- No, it wasn't.

It was wonderful, Concha.

I've been thinking things over
for some time now,

and I'll be happy to make you my wife.

Then no one could ever speak ill of you.

But no one speaks ill of me now.

Did you hear what I said, Concha?

I just offered to marry you,

to give you the honor and protection
that go with my name.

Ha! That's exactly what I told Mother.

The moment I came here,
you'd become serious.

I didn't want to come here,
only she needs money so badly.

Well, at least you're honest, Concha,
even if you don't love me.

But I do love you!

Don't read now.

I told Mother I wouldn't
accept any money from you.

How much does she want?

She has many debts.

She needs a lot.

Well, money means little to me, Concha.
Of course, I'll help you.

You're not helping me.

If you want to help my mother,
that's your affair. She's waiting outside.

You can discuss money with her
just as you did before.

Mother!

Your Excellency.

Señora.

Make this humble house your own.

Oh, Your Excellency!

How well you look!

Oh, how good it is to see you again.

My daughter talks of you all the time.

She loves you more than anything.

Oh, Your Excellency,
I have missed you so much.

Well, sir, they vanished again.

It was months before I saw her again.

I don't believe that destinies
are controlled by a throw of dice,

but it couldn't have been merely
a succession of accidents.

I'd been sent down to the coast
to inspect some defenses,

and while there it was my bad luck
to run into her once more.

Bravo! Bravo!

Arturo, a cup of coffee.

My emotions seem to make
little impression on you.

Aren't you afraid of anything, Concha?

Have you no fear of death?

No, not today. I feel too happy.

Why do you ask? Are you going to kill me?

You play with me as if I were a fool.

What I gave gladly, you took like a thief.

I thought you would be glad to see me.

- I'm sorry I sat down.
- Don't go.

Please, don't go.

I've looked for you so long.

I've... missed you.

I don't want to offend you.

Perhaps I'm a bit... nervous.

Don't go. Please.

Coffee.

Did I order coffee, Pasqualito?

The lady said... champagne.

All that night
I walked the streets in a fever.

I cursed myself, called myself coward.

I burned with shame
at the despicable role I played.

I told myself
there were only two ways out...

either to leave her or kill her.

I chose a third.

Pasqualito, this is La
Tuerta, the one-eyed.

This is Captain Costelar.

Welcome to your own house,
Your Excellency.

- You lucky little girl. Such a gentleman.
- She really has only one eye.

And with that one eye,
she can only see money.

Someday you will have
a theater of your own.

- When I was your age, I...
- Yes, I know. All the men were crazy about you.

Come on, Pasqualito.

She packs them in like sardines, Captain.
Like sardines.

And someday you'll offer me
more money, eh, Tuerta?

Who knows?

- Who knows?
- Yes, who knows?

I should have changed to civilian clothes.

But I like your uniform, Pasqualito.

Oh, I forgot to thank you for the flowers.

I love you, Concha.

Life without you means nothing.

One moment, and I'll give you a kiss.

Morenito!

Where have you been for two days,
you bad boy?

Pasqual, this is Morenito, the bullfighter.

It's an extraordinary pleasure.

Have you ever seen him fight?

No, but I've read the reviews.

Oh, critics don't value genius.

He's such a baby.

Someday all Spain will know his name.
Won't it, Morenito?

Have you had anything to eat today?

- What time is it?
- What time is it, Pasqual?

About nine o'clock.

Nine o'clock and no food.

It's easy to see why bullfighters
don't live long.

Perhaps there are other reasons
for their untimely deaths.

Oh, no. A jealous man
is no more dangerous than a blind bull.

Here, darling.
Buy yourself something to eat.

This Morenito, this genius of yours.

- What exactly does he mean to you?
- Oh, he's so young and so poor.

- I hardly know him.
- I gathered as much.

Oh, you're so sweet, Pasqualito.

How much do you want
to release Concha from her contract?

What?

I said, how much do you want
to release Concha from her contract?

Before she came here,

my house was emptier
than a bullring when it rains.

She is having a great career here.

I'm not interested. How much?

What will she say when
she hears about this?

She has a temper, as you probably know.

I'll take care of her.

Think it over.

I'm exhausted.

I'm going upstairs to lie down for a while.

- Why don't you go back to the hotel?
- No. I prefer to wait here.

- Then go out and get some fresh air.
- It's raining. I'd rather stay in.

Do as you like.

Is Concha still asleep?

Asleep? How should I know?

Come! You're going with me.
I'm not going to hurt you, but come on!

I'm not going to leave here.
And you're not going to touch me.

Don't you dare advance another step!

Well, what have you to say?
Invent something.

Defend yourself.

Lie some more! You lie so well!

First, I want to know what you mean
by breaking in here like an assassin

and causing this utterly ridiculous scene!

You've gone too far.

You're not going to play with me anymore.

Ha! This is superb!

He threatens me!

What right have you to tell me what to do?

Are you my father?

No!

Are you my husband? No!

Are you my...

Well, I must say
you are content with very little.

Am I?

I wanted to leave the country,
leave everything,

try and forget her...

and myself.

But... you don't know this woman.

She wasn't through with me yet.

Good morning!

Good morning.

Good morning!

Good morning!

I came to see if you were dead.

If you had loved me enough,
you would have killed yourself last night.

Bad. Not made properly.
I can make much better chocolate.

Want another beating?
Haven't you had enough?

I'm through with you.
Why did you come here?

Poor Pasqual.
You haven't much faith in me, have you?

I haven't much faith in anything.

But I love you, Pasqual.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Look, Pasqualito,

I'm black and blue.

I know I've been cruel,
but I'll make up for it.

Tell me what you want me to do.

Oh, Concha,
let's leave this miserable place!

But I can't. My contract.

- What about your contract?
- It doesn't end until the season's over.

We'll see about that.

I'll have to close up.

And poor little Concha. Such a success.

Stop that cackling! How much do you want?

I don't want to be in your way, Captain.

- I realize that, but I haven't much time.
- What?

I said, I realize that,
but I haven't much time!

And Concha, does she agree?

Yes, yes, I tell you! How much?

Pasqual. Angel.
You did buy off my contract.

Did the old hag tell you?

I was going to tell you myself.

Will you be content now, Concha?

Of course, Pasqualito!

Come, give me a kiss.

Be careful! You'll muss up my hair.

You know, sweetheart,
I need a rest after all this excitement.

I think I'll take a little ride.

But I'd planned to leave town
with you in an hour.

But didn't you hear what I said?

I want to take a little ride.

All right.

I'll be ready in a minute.

No, you're not going with me.

- Why not?
- Because I don't want you to.

But I tell you what you can do.

You can throw me a kiss from the balcony.
Bye-bye!

Good-bye, Pasqualito!

If I'm not back in a week,
don't wait for me!

I was laughed at, of course.

There was rather a big scandal.

There were questions in Parliament...

and investigations.

I resigned my commission.

That made it easier for everyone.

I've told you all that's necessary,
Antonio.

That woman has ice
where others have a heart.

Not only did she wreck my life,

there were others as well.

The man she ran off with killed himself.

Saved trouble for the bulls.

Antonio,

forget about her.

What a devil of a woman.

Did you ever see her again?

No.

I hardly wanted to after that.

What if you ran into her now
with both of you in the same town?

Impossible.

But for your own sake...

don't you go near her.

I wouldn't go near her for anything in the
world. I'm leaving for France tonight.

- Swear it.
- I give you my word.

Well, I'd better be going.

Good-bye, Antonio,
and think of me once in a while.

Good-bye, Captain.

Good evening, stranger. You're late.

So that's what you're like.

- Are you disappointed?
- I wanted to see your face.

I wanted to take a good look at the woman
who broke the heart of my best friend.

I've broken so many hearts.
Who is this friend of yours?

- Don Pasqual.
- Oh!

Pasqualito. Did I break his heart?

I could kill you in cold blood
for what you've done to him.

I should like some coffee before I die,

and in your soothing company, if possible.

I regret to inform you that my time
is limited. I'm leaving tonight.

Come, I'll take you to the train...

after the coffee.

Bring me some cards, Pablo.

Cards, señorita?

Bring me some cards.

Why don't you take off your mask?

Dodging the police,
or are you ashamed of being seen with me?

I have nothing to be ashamed of.

You're very fortunate. I have.

You're a very beautiful woman.

It's easy to see why men
should lose their heads over you.

Is it easy?

Good evening. Good evening!

Good evening!

Nice of you to honor us with your company.

The honor is all mine.

Your box is next door, sir.

Come on now, take off your mask.
I've waited long enough.

When did you say
you were leaving for France?

I'm fairly certain
I'm leaving within two hours.

We'll see. Shuffle them.

You're not going to play cards with me,
are you?

You see, we had to meet.

You're the jack of spades,
and I'm the queen of hearts.

Hold them for me.

I don't like those black cards.
Two kings too.

Clubs and spades.

The king of spades.

Now, who can that be?

King of clubs is my old friend,
Paquito, the governor.

He's been a lot in my cards lately,
but never quite so close.

You are afraid of the police.

Well, to tell you the truth,
I'd prefer to avoid them just now.

- What did you do?
- Politics.

A little bit revolutionary.

Is that all?
I thought it was something important.

Don't shoot. I know that knock.

The note arrived a half
an hour ago, Concha.

There's no answer, Maria. You can go home.

Life is difficult, isn't it,
with so many admirers?

Sometimes it is.

On the other hand,
life is very easy for me.

I'm going to leave you now, but I must say
I'm grateful to Pasqual for his warning.

If it hadn't been for him,
I'd have fallen madly in love with you.

If this letter is causing your departure,
I'll read it to you.

"Dear Concha, I must see you again.

I'm at your feet.
I love you more than ever."

And do you know who sent this?

Your friend, Pasqual.

You're a liar! Let me see it.

He must be mad.

Why, he told me
that you destroyed his life!

If I destroyed your life, you couldn't
write such a letter, could you?

I'd wring your neck.

Kiss me, Antonio.

Pasqual.

The king of spades.

Did you write this letter?

A little earlier in the day,
you took an oath not to see her.

Answer me, Pasqual!
Did you write this ridiculous letter?

I hope it provided you both with amusement
to know that I still love her.

Leave town, Antonio, before
I lose my temper and call the police.

I wouldn't put anything beyond you now.

All you wanted was to keep me
out of your preserves.

I'm going to stay now,
in spite of your petty jealousy.

Call it what you like,
I'm not going to lose her.

How can you lose what you never possessed?

I used to have a lot of respect for you,
Pasqual, but you're behaving like a fool.

You young puppy.
How dare you talk like that!

We were friends, Pasqual.
I'll forget the blow.

Your new victim, Concha, is a coward.

I don't think he is.

You know better than to think me a coward.

And if you can find any friends
to act as your second,

I'll be very happy to discuss that point
with them at the hotel tomorrow morning.

- Weapons?
- Pistols.

Reading the cards is one of her virtues
I forgot to tell you about.

- Who fired the shot?
- Was there a shot?

This card belongs to your deck,
doesn't it?

It's Concha.

Concha, how marvelous of you to come here.
I hope no one saw you.

- I was here before. Where have you been?
- I was out arranging the duel.

- Why don't you leave for Paris tonight?
- Alone?

- I'll come with you.
- You can't. The borders will be watched.

Besides, we need passports.

Then there's the trifling affair with Pasqual
in the morning which I have no wish to dodge.

All right, then you'll be killed.
Pasqual is a dead shot.

You mean he used to be.

Right through the heart, eh?

Nonsense. That shot was an accident.
He won't hit me.

- If you die, Antonio, I'll kill myself.
- Let's forget about the duel, Concha.

Tonight's the last night of the carnival.

Tomorrow will be time enough
to think of death.

You, too, were thinking of death.
Those letters are farewells.

I wrote them anyway.
They're not important.

Whom did you write to?

- Oh, lots of people.
- Any women?

Yes... there's a girl.

Where is she?

In Paris.

Do you love her?

Why do you ask?

You're not interested, are you, Concha?

No, of course not.

You wouldn't care if I were in love
with someone else, would you?

No.

That isn't true, is it, Concha?

You would care, wouldn't you?

Well, gentlemen, you've done it.
I hope you're pleased.

No consideration for me.

Close your umbrella.
It's not raining anymore.

The carnival is over, but not for me.

I told you to be careful with your arrests,
and what have you done?

Turned this peaceful jail into a madhouse.

There, gentlemen, is the direct result
of listening to my plea.

Stop them. Tear their masks off.
Take their tin horns away.

Remove every vestige
of this nerve-shattering carnival.

Go! What are you waiting for?
I'll teach 'em to behave!

Alphonso?

Alphonso!

Alphonso!

Let those balloons go.

Order my carriage.
I want to go home and get some sleep!

- Your Excellency.
- Who are you?

I've had just about enough of this.
Take off your mask.

Come at once.
By this time, he may be dead.

Perhaps they're both dead.

Who may be dead by this time?
Make yourself clear.

- A duel.
- A duel?

They wanted me to drive them,
but I said no!

To arms! Guns! Horses!

Why don't you put up your umbrellas?
It's raining.

We will have to hurry, sir.
The police might come.

If there are no further objections,
select your pistol.

You'll be placed back-to-back,
march 12 paces. I will count three.

And you will then be at liberty
to kill each other.

I hope your injury will be slight.

Well, Concha,
I might as well say good-bye.

One never knows.

Anything I might want to say to you now
would sound silly.

If we had never met,
this couldn't have happened.

Oh, Antonio!

You forced this on him, Pasqual.
This is murder.

Listen to me, Pasqualito.

You never loved me,
or you couldn't do this.

You know very well that I loved you.

You've always mistaken your vanity
for love. Make your final mistake.

Go and kill the only man
I've ever cared for!

I won't permit this, Antonio.
I want you to leave here at once.

Now, gentlemen,
when I say go, march 12 paces

and turn to face your opponent.

At the count of one, cock your pistols.
At two, raise them.

And at three, take aim
and fire at your own discretion.

Are you ready, gentlemen?

Go.

One.

Two. Three.

Antonio, are you hurt?

He didn't even take aim at me.

They're coming.

Good morning, gentlemen.

A pretty mess. Arrest everybody!

Why don't you gentlemen
go to Madrid or Barcelona,

where they have the proper police
to cope with these things?

Don Pasqual.

Gentlemen, this is a serious matter.

I could have hushed it up
if it were anyone else.

But Don Pasqual hurt?
There'll be the devil to pay!

Stop them! Arrest them!

I thought I made myself clear.
I want everyone arrested!

Here! Where are you going?

- Good morning, Pacquitito.
- Oh.

I should have known.

You're the only woman in town
worth fighting for.

I'm sorry, Concha.

I'll have to arrest this gallant gentleman.

Arrest him, I said! Take him away!

If only you knew how willingly I'd exchange
places with either one of them for your smile.

Do you still like me, Paquito?

Concha, I haven't slept for 72 hours.
This carnival has been purgatory.

I'm about to go home to my wife, which
does not make my condition more pleasant.

But if you smile at me once more,
I shall nevertheless be in heaven.

Go home to your wife, Paquito.
I, too, haven't slept.

- Maybe we can meet tomorrow.
- I dream of the moment.

Every profession has its compensations,
even mine.

How's the patient, Doctor?
Not serious, I hope.

It is my wish
that the whole affair blow over.

There are some things
beyond even your wish, Don Paquito.

My patient is seriously hurt.

I'm taking him to the hospital, and if I
get him there alive, I'll feel very pleased.

Very pleased! Do you hear me?

To the hospital!

Concha, how is Pasqual? Is he badly hurt?

I don't know. I don't think so.

I went to the hospital,
but they refused to let me see him.

Why didn't he tell me
he was going to fire into the air?

I did my best to kill him
before he killed me.

Only Pasqual can do such things.
And now, you're in jail.

Why didn't you listen to me
when I told you to leave?

I wish I had listened to you.

Now I've got to get away
before they find out who they've arrested,

or I'll never get out.

Although you don't deserve it,
I'm going to see Paquito, on one condition.

Concha,
how can you joke at a time like this?

Will you take me to France with you?

You know I wouldn't leave without you.

In that case,
I'm going to see the governor.

Gentlemen, I'll attend to you later.
Leave me.

Concha.

Most beautiful of women.

I'm so unhappy, Paco.

I see. Uh, sit down.

Draw up a full account
of this distasteful affair.

Get a statement
from everybody you can find.

Have it sworn to before a notary.

A full account by each witness.
The names of the coachmen.

And then,
return it to this office for revision.

I was just going to talk to you
about this matter.

Concha, I implore you, don't talk to me
about this confounded duel.

I'm a man of lightning decisions.
These troublemakers can't fool with me.

Don Pasqual might die!

Don't shout at me, Paquito.

I'm afraid of you anyway.

I thought you were fond of me.

It's useless, Concha.
I know what you want. I cannot release him!

So you can't release him?

Of course you can. You can do anything.

Do you want me to lose my respect for you?

Come on, Pacquitito.

Two little pieces of paper.

Two passports.

Two passports?

Who's the other one for?

There's a girl mixed up in it.

A cousin of mine. Manuela.

I regret to inform you, Concha,
I still think it's you.

I?

How silly. I hardly know him.

I am happy to hear
that you hardly know him.

This person has been wanted
by the police for five years.

He doesn't think that we know,
but it's unwise to cross my path.

Take a look at this.

I found it in my files
with the following information:

Republican. Revolutionary.
One of the leaders.

We'll put him up against the wall
and shoot him.

He's much better looking
than his photograph, isn't he?

Well, Paco, I must go.

I don't care about this Republican,

but that you, Paquito,
should refuse such a small favor to a lady

is distressing.

- Very distressing.
- Don't go, Concha.

Please, ask me anything else, anything.

But this affair has kicked up
too much excitement.

And all I asked for
were two little slips of paper.

What a pity.

Two little slips of paper

from a man I so admired.

Come away from the door, Concha.
Come away from the door.

Farewell, Paquito.

I might have loved you.

You can have your two passports.

I'll hush up the affair too.
You're a magnificent woman, Concha.

Let it never be said of Don Paquito

that he didn't know how to value beauty!

You here again?
Haven't you caused trouble enough?

Oh, Doctor, please help me to see Don
Pasqual. I'm leaving town tonight.

I don't know why I should help you.

One-sixteenth of an inch more,
and he would've been dead.

I'll give you two minutes, no more.

Thank you, Doctor.

How'd you get in here? I gave
orders that no one should be admitted.

But, Pasqualito,
I came to find out how you are.

Getting yourself shot for me.

I didn't think I meant so much to you.
You might have been killed.

Well, what of it?
My life's worthless anyway.

No, it isn't. You're wonderful.

And I came to thank you
for sparing Antonio's life.

Don't bother.

You wanted another proof of my... love,
and I gave it to you.

As for your thanks... keep them.

I suppose I deserve this.
I know I've always done everything wrong.

Will you forgive me, Pasqualito?

And then I'll go.

Will you get out,
or must I call the attendant?

No, I'll go.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning.

Told you I'd bring you here on time.
Still ten minutes.

Hurry them through, Inspector. They want
to make connections with the Paris Express.

- Got 'em?
- Yeah, yeah.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, sir.

And I hope you have a nice trip.

- There you are, sir.
- Thank you.

- Anything to declare?
- No, sir.

Thank you.

- Anything to declare?
- No. Thank you.

- Good morning.
- Porter!

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Name?
- Miguel Rivera.

- Your name?
- Manuela Garcia.

- Place of birth?
- Granada.

- Place of birth?
- Sevilla.

- Married or single?
- Single.

- Destination?
- Paris.

- Your destination?
- Paris.

- Reason for journey?
- Business. I sell wine.

- Reason for journey?
- Pleasure trip.

- You're free to go.
- Thank you.

- The train only stops 30 seconds.
- Thank you.

Good morning.

Have we time enough for two glasses
of wine? We're taking the first train out.

Yes, sir. Sit down, sir.

Well, Concha, we had an easy time of it,
thanks to you.

Yes, we had an easy time of it.

Come, let's forget everything
that belongs to Spain.

Give me a cigarette.

Here's to the future.

To the future.

And may you be happy.

You better hurry, sir.
The train doesn't stop very long.

- Where's the porter?
- Porter!

- Pleasant journey to you, sir.
- Come on, Concha. Thank you.

Better get in. We have to leave.

I'm not going.
The gentleman travels alone.

Concha!

Forgive me, Antonio.
I'm going back to Pasqual.

Don't forget me, Antonio.

I thought you were going to Paris.

I've changed my mind.

Would you wait? Can you take me back?

One minute, and I'll take the feed bags
off the horses.

There's no hurry. Let them finish.

Have you a cigarette?

You know,
I used to work in a cigarette factory.