"Beautiful stable." "Worth a fortune." "We'll see." "The auction will tell." "It might not bring as much money as the owner owes me." "~ What, aren't there any more?" "~ That's all." "That's the last one." "Hey, there's one missing!" "The court seized twelve horses and I only count eleven." "Where's the other one?" "~ There's another?" "~ Of course, the one missing." "Ah, well, come with me." "~ Too bad, you know?" "~ But what happened?" "Now you'll see." "~ Look, that's him." "~ Well, why is he here?" "It's removed from the block." "It can't run." "~ Why not?" "~ He's lame." "He has a sore tendon." "It was a tragedy." "Hell, they didn't tell me anything!" "It's a shame, because it was a superb horse, but now it'll be useless." "And so useless!" "Never mind, I'll take it." "He'll get something." "Come on, bring him out." "Don't take him away from me, Cantador is mine." "Dad bought it for me." "Don't take it, please, it's mine." "Hey, who is this guy?" "He's Mr. Gandía's son." "His name's Tomy." "Since childhood horses have been his great enthusiasm and this was his favorite." "Until yesterday he didn't know his father was ruined and that he was going to auction off the stable." "As you can see, you can't take him from here." "A thoroughbred horse with an injury has only one solution: the slaughterhouse." "Of course." "At once." "Well, let's see, kiddo, if I let you keep that horse, what will you do with it?" "~ I'll heal it." "~ You mean you'll heal it?" "Yes, sir." "What a kid!" "He says he'll cure it!" "Well, suffer no more, keep the damn horse!" "~ Really?" "~ Yes, son, yes, but take it quickly." "Before I change my mind." "Come on, boy." "Yes, yes." "Thank you very much, sir." "Come on, Cantador." "There's no way out of it." "I'm a sentimentalist." "Well, you see that it isn't a sad story,... but it was about to be." "Even less so, it being so near spring." "Spring always brings hope, youth, love." "We are in Madrid in May." "What happens in Madrid at noon on a spring day?" "Well, the same as in London, Paris, or Moscow." "Then men, and especially women, dream a little more,... because in spring, you can always expect the tiny miracle of happiness." "Shopping, think about their clothes, choose the perfect hat, that's the small happiness of women." "So, Miss, are you so happy, because it is spring." "By the way, what's your name?" "We'd like to know." "~ Silvia." "~ Nice to meet you." "Silvia dreams." "Silvia knows that today, something transcendental can happen in her life." "But Madrid is great, and it has more than two million people." "Where is he?" "Is that him debarking the plane?" "Does he know her?" "Let's try to meet him." "Please, sir, what is your name?" "~ Pedro Gandía." "~ Thank you." "~ Nothing." "~ Hey, do you know Silvia?" "~ Silvia?" "No." "~ Sorry, I thought..." "In this story there will be another couple, another important couple." "This is her." "~ Hello, my name Luchy." "~ We have not asked anything." "~ But I thought that...talking about me." "~ We will have time to meet you." "And this is him." "But is it the same Tomy!" "~ What happened to that horse, Tomy?" "Did it die?" "~ It's a secret." "Ah, mystery, mystery!" "Bravo, Cantador!" "This is one of the first characters of the story happening this spring." "But who cured you?" "Who has performed this miracle?" "~ Me, I've cured Cantador." "Just so you know." "~ Holy crap!" "It's like another horse." "You'll have to see it some morning when it's training." "Nobody believed that Cantador could run again, but I did." "I was sure, and I was right." "Sure, sure." "~ The fact is that I am very sad." "Do you know?" "~ Really, why?" "Because I have to get my father married and he won't go for it." "What a rebellious guy!" "I've already checked out several babes." "Gorgeous, believe me." "But he turns them all down." "What a mess!" "The problem's that Dad can't forget mom." "Do you understand?" "He looks sad, always sad." "And if I weren't so much the man I am, I'd break into tears about him." "OK, I've got you." "Poor Dad!" "Lost my mother, went bankrupt, and lost his stable of horses." "I have to work hard, you know,... so Dad'll be rich again and to buy lots of horses again for him." "Yeah, that's a tough row to hoe!" "¤ The friends leave school at a gentle pace,... ¤ in a row, quiet, without a complaint go take some rest, walking the elegant streets of Madrid." "¤ We leave the classroom tired, exhausted from studying,... ¤ while the girls mercilessly seek love, chasing us without letting us catch our breaths." "¤ Girl, you can look other way and hide your face, but you can't cheat me. ¤" "~ Wow, can you hear that?" "~ Shut up." "Nothing matters to me, nothing, nothing." "¤ Like a puppy, you follow me." "¤ Flirty, you who practice your lessons to be women by watching yourself at the mirror,... ¤ Love, we'll tell you you're awesome, outstanding, that you look great." "¤ Oh, what a pity those kids are after us, toddlers learning to love,... ¤ but they forget how to do math, they're bad with verb tenses,... ¤ so they stayed back for three years." "¤ Schoolgirl in your ponytail, boasting of more than walking around,... ¤ you must get along without your Don Juan as you sleep, the one waiting on the parapet is your dad." "¤ Girl, you can look other way and hide your face, but you can't cheat me." "¤ Women, even if you say "You're not enough man for me", like a puppy you keep following back." "~ ¤ Quit showing off..." "~ ¤ Because I won't put up with it,... ¤ you still follow me and won't let me breathe. ¤" "I warn you I don't like strangers accompanying me." "Come on, I thought we'd seen each other before." "Really?" "But I've never met you before." "And stop following me, I'm a lady, you know?" "Hey, do you like the bossa nova?" "I like Anthony Perkins, for your information." "~ Well, I don't." "~ I believe it." "Well, enough is enough." "Do you have something to say?" "Yes?" "Then say it quickly, since I'm in a hurry." "Woman, I suddenly can't think of anything." "~ Oh, how cute!" "It will be something sentimental, no doubt." "~ Yes, that." "~ Oh, really?" "Well, no." "~ No?" "No, because for your information, you're not enough a man for me, and I don't like you at all." "Come on!" "Is that the best you can say?" "~ That's right:" "I like you really badly." "~ Flirt!" "My God!" "Call an ambulance." "Do you know him?" "Yes, I know him." "We're in the same school." "We must do something." "We take him to a clinic." "We'll take him to my house." "I live right there in front." "No, to the clinic." "~ Where's Mom?" "~ In there." "Mommy, Mommy!" "Where are you?" "Daughter, what is it?" "Mama, Mama, I'm a bad woman." "Girl, I'll give you a slap!" "Mom, it's my fault that a man was almost killed." "Luchy, I've told you many times not to tell lies." "~ But this time it's true!" "~ I don't think so." "Oh, Mama, Mama, he's half dead!" "Oh, when will you stop making up stories!" "Anyone hearing you..." "But what happened?" "A car hit Tomy because of me." "~ No!" "~ Yes, yes, they've taken him to the clinic!" "My God!" "~ Hello." "~ God!" "Are you okay?" "~ Yeah, sure." "~ Really?" "~ Really." "I didn't hurt you any?" "No, no, no, I pretended I was hurt to scare that frivolous, that very..." "Hey, what's wrong?" "It is the joy, you know?" "I thought I'd killed you." "And if you had, then what?" "How do I know?" "I would have gone crazy." "~ Really?" "~ Yes." "OK, OK, calm down." "Anyway, we'd better go to a clinic." "There's one near here." "No, don't even mention a clinic." "Stop right here." "~ Goodbye and thank you." "~ Wait." "Well, you drink some water, at least, for the shock." "~ Well, OK." "~ What's your name?" "Tomy Gandía." "I'm sixteen, you know?" "Good!" "Then you're a man." "My name is Silvia." "Hey, you know you look a lot like my mother?" "Well, every time I see a lady like you, she reminds me of her." "That's what happens." "You surely love her a lot." "Mom died." "Sorry." "And your father?" "~ He contradicts me lot." "~ Do not tell me that!" "Hey, this is a secret, but I'll tell you." "Mom, before she died, she just called me and said, "Tomy, Dad has to remarry." "Help him."" "~ She said that?" "~ That's right." "She surely was wonderful." "Since then, on Mom's errand, I don't know the extent I've sought women out." "But, oh, how he resists!" "Yesterday, for example, I introduced him to the mother of a friend of mine who's a widow,... and the poor lady was so eager." "Well, you can't imagine how my Dad got upset!" "All it got me was a slap." "From your father?" "No way!" "From the widow." "But one day I'll get it right." "I'll find a kind-looking lady and dad will fall for her." "~ Hey...!" "~ What is it?" "No, no, no, my leg really hurts, take me home!" "Oh!" "Come on." "I'm sure it's gangrene." "That's great." "Thank you." "No, Bill, no, I didn't!" "I wouldn't have killed him!" "I'm innocent!" "Oh, my God!" "How could I have killed him if I loved him with all my heart,... if he was the man of my life, whom I loved with such passion... as to, blinded by him, I almost deserved the contempt of society?" "But the Virgin saved me." "Because I loved him." "Yes, I loved him!" "Yes?" "Is this Tomy Gandía house?" "Yes, that's right." "I loved him, yet I had to say no, no, a..." "Please tell me, how is he?" "Fine, and you, honey?" "Inspector, I will tell you the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth." "Hi, Mom." "Jesus!" "Forgive me, son, if I don't read aloud I don't learn anything." "But how did you get in?" "Oh, Mom, you're incorrigible!" "Well, you mean that I am foolish, but no matter,... your late father felt the same, but you see,... the poor dear, when he wanted to make an example of seriousness, he'd sing rancheras,... and he was a banker." "How was Paris?" "Raining, as always, Mommy." "Oh, Paris!" "I was only there once with your father." "I didn't like." "Too many people, all speaking in French, how dare they!" "The phone, Mom." "What a pain!" "And then the French, those terrible French..." "Oh, I always remember Anne Boleyn!" "I say, right?" "Anne Boleyn was a Russian princess." "Poor thing!" "But it was also a drag, huh?" "Tomy's grandmother can't stop yammering." "Mom, was Anne Boleyn Russian?" "No, she was from Bilbao." "Mom!" "What are you saying?" "Call again, my heart's in my mouth." "Oh, she won't pay attention!" "Grandma, let me give you a big hug." "Oh, my goodness, my goodness!" "The phone's off the hook." "Oh, my son, why are you so wild!" "~ I brought with me something sensational." "~ What do you have?" "A woman off the charts." "This one's a keeper." "~ Another one?" "Oh, mother!" "~ Where's Daddy?" "~ In there." "Dad, where are you doing?" "And yet again!" "I'm sure, absolutely sure, that this is wrong phone number!" "Yes?" "Please, I have to talk to Tomy!" "I beg you!" "~ Tomy, dear!" "~ Dad, you're not going out?" "It's a little girl who's determined to talk to you no matter what." "Yes?" "Tell her I'm not in." "Baby, Tomy says he's not here, and when he says he's not here, he's not here." "~ What?" "~ He's not hurt." "~ Thank God!" "~ But he's furious." "~ Come here." "~ He hates me!" "~ Oh, Mom, how wretched I am!" "~ But what a fool you are!" "Hurry up, Dad, I have a surprise for you." "~ What surprise?" "~ Now you'll see." "Look, look, Dad, what do you think?" "~ What?" "~ Another one, Tomy?" "This one's not bad at all." "She's pretty, huh, Grandma?" "Much better than the widow." "Isn't that right?" "And look at her eyes, and her face." "It's great." "Who, me?" "You brought me here for an exhibition?" "Well, do you know how to cook?" "Answer me." "What's this lady saying?" "She's asking whether you know how to cook." "What about sewing?" "Ah, that's what matters." "If you can't cook or sew, you're not for us, honey." "I'm sure you're one of those modern girls trampling everyone." "This is the last straw!" "Come on, don't be angry and show us your skills." "Skills?" "Please, take you around." "Look, look, Grandma." "And what's all this?" "What on Earth?" "Here, for the judgment of my grandmother." "Stop." "If this lady doesn't know how to sew or cook, I find absolutely no use for her." "Tomy, who is this lady?" "Be clear." "I've found her on the street, Dad, and I thought of you." "You're incorrigible." "You'll pay for this." "Hey, I talked sweet love to her." "Not only that, I'm doing it for your sake...!" "Bah, Messer!" "And as for you, Miss, know it at once:" "I don't like you." "You don't like me?" "No." "How rude, you're more than rude!" "My God, what things happen to me today!" "Oh, how sincere you are, son!" "Never mind sincere, Grandma." "Dad, how can you not like her?" "I told you I don't like her." "Are you deaf?" "Liar!" "How can you not like so great a woman?" "~ Tomy!" "~ All right, all right." "Oh, surely she's crying!" "Pedro, son, you've been very hard on her." "Come on, honey, calm down." "Be strong." "Oh, men!" "If I told...!" "Don't tell me anything." "Jesus, such bad temper!" "I'm sorry, Miss, but of course, whatever happens, I won't marry you." "~ What?" "~ That's right." "Poor thing, what a blow for her!" "But what did you say?" "How can you think...?" "Presumptuous, arrogant, stupid!" "Miss..." "Yes, stupid." "How could you think I want to marry you?" "How dare you?" "Isn't that why you're here?" "~ Who, me?" "~ Yes." "Naturally not." "Well, then?" "Why else?" "You done great." "Tomy!" "Will you tell me what this all means?" "Well, you see, Dad, I haven't had time to warn you, since everything happened so fast..." "This girl is going to throw a fit." "She can't close or open it." "Calm down!" "I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't know how to excuse my son for all this mess." "I do not know how to excuse myself, but Tomy is determined to marry me off." "It is absurd, unbelievable, crazy, but that's how it is,... and when I least expect it, a woman comes through that door... ready to set the wedding date." "Right, Mom?" "And why are you telling me this?" "It's none of my business." "I don't care." "Also, I think that as a man, you're simply disgusting." "~ Wait." "~ Hands off, take this!" "~ Oh, God!" "~ She seems to have gotten angry." "Son, I have a suspicion we haven't impressed that girl very much." "Right?" "Silvia!" "Silvia, wait!" "This child will hear about this from me." "I believe you, my son, I really do." "~ Good morning, Miss." "~ Hello." "~ Good morning." "~ Hello, Silvia." "~ Hello." "We've been waiting." "Here, take this picture of Isabella the Catholic... to make a nice story on Spanish women." "What's up, you seem worried?" "I must be made an eyesore." "Mabel, you know I'm not attractive?" "Oh, really?" "That's funny." "And how did you find this out?" "Because they told me." "It doesn't matter, I've been told that often enough." "Really?" "And what did you do?" "Look, the last time you told me to get a new suit and that was that." "Dear, who was it who said something so nice to you?" "This guy." "I thought so." "If it was the Princess of Monaco who said it, you wouldn't care so much." "A cynic, a petulant, conceited cynic." "Here, the story." "Oh, you're angry!" "Is he cute?" "Mabel!" "Go on, tell me who this monstrous individual is who lacks a sense of beauty." "I don't know but I will, I swear, I'll learn of his life and fate to the last detail." "Hello, sweetheart." "Remember me?" "Hello, how are you?" "Of course I remember." "After the accident I'll never forgot." "I have my car." "You want a lift?" "But how did you find the school?" "I went to your house and your mother told me where you were." "First let me see Tomy, we haven't spoken yet." "Wait for me." "Sure, I'll hang on." "~ Hi, Tomy." "~ Hello." "Tomy, I want you to know that I am very sad and regretful for what happened to you." "And I know it was my fault." "And I was paralyzed with fear that they had broken... an arm, a leg, your head, or anything else." "~ Did you hear something, Champ?" "~ Man, man..." "~ Champion!" "Nothing, not a thing." "I swear about this." "Cute bastard!" "Hi, Tomy." "Hello, Silvia." "Nice to see you, since you left this morning without hearing me out." "I wanted to apologize for what happened." "It doesn't matter." "What was all that about?" "~ Oh, nothing." "We're still friends." "Goodbye." "~ Goodbye." "What's the matter, girl?" "Why are you crying?" "You know, real life stuff." "Come along, I want to talk to you." "But, why are you still crying?" "If you knew what's going on with me!" "Is it true that most women are very unhappy?" "Much, very much." "That's what mother says when she has a fight with Dad." "Here, this will change your mind." "Come, come sit down." "What may I get for the ladies?" "A natural lemon, please." "For me, a vanilla ice cream, cookies, and heaps of wafers." "My God, what a huge pain I've got!" "Come on, calm down." "Why have you brought me here?" "Because I want to ask you some questions." "I thought you knew quite well that guy I hit in front of your house." "Do I know him?" "He's a rogue, without shame, an asshole!" "How wouldn't I know him since I'm crazy about him?" "Don't shout, people will notice." "So you're in love." "Oh, absolutely!" "If I told you...!" "So tell me, who is this guy?" "Who is his family?" "Well, I'll break it down for you." "Well, first granny, who's crazy as a mule." "I know that." "Go on." "The Gandías, who came from Mexico, were a rich family." "Did you know that?" "But shortly after she died, he let everything fall to pieces, and they have nothing." "They don't seem to live too badly." "Tomy's father makes a living as an aviator back and forth to Paris... on a huge plane." "Have you been to Paris?" "Yes." "~ And to Torremolinos?" "~ There, too." "Sure, you've been everywhere." "You must be a very experienced woman." "~ Who, me?" "~ Of course, at your age...!" "Girl, how old do you think I am?" "Oh, at least twenty five!" "~ That's a lot, right?" "~ I can't even count that high." "It must be wonderful to be an aviator, to be forever among the heavens." "Yes, ma'am." "You must be very close to your wife when you fly." "He still hasn't forgotten her." "I think they were madly in love." "How nice!" "Right?" "Tell me, how do you know all this?" "~ From Doña Fernandita." "~ Who's she?" "I don't really know her." "She's just this lady who lives in the same apartment house as Tomy... and has the same manicurist as my Aunt Josephine." "And since Aunt Josephine is so nosy, the poor dear, there we are." "Holy crap!" "~ Hey, they see us." "~ Well, so what?" "But how's that possible, if we just left them?" "They must have taken a taxi to follow us." "This is a provocation." "~ Hello, Silvia." "~ Hi, Tomy." "Loser!" "Hey, you!" "~ Sit down a while." "~ Well, man, OK." "Can I have a cigarette?" "I only have the one!" "OK, I'll smoke my own." "Of course, there is no denying that he's very manly." "Hey, roosters, what can I get you?" "~ Bring something strong." "~ Coca-Cola?" "~ Gin and tonic." "~ What?" "Gin and tonic!" "Oh, mother!" "Did you see?" "Smoking and drinking." "He's a lost cause." "Isn't he lost?" "Hey, remind me how to drink gin." "How are we going to drink?" "Like men, courageously." "Well, count me out." "~ Give me a light." "~ Here." "Silly goose, he's showing off!" "How great you're showing off to the lady!" "I'm good at it, I can't help it." "Here goes!" "Look how much gin they're getting!" "Don't you think it'll hurt them?" "Imagine, at their age!" "May God protect them." "Let's see who's the brave guy to give this thing a go." "That'll be me, then." "Look." "Like water." "They drink it like water!" "It's amazing!" "Drink, drink." "Look, you're a calamity!" "Watch how you drink it." "Like this." "Tomy...!" "¤ I have a horse and the horse has me... ¤ there'll never be a friend who loves his friend so much." "¤ At the sound of my songs he will be at his best,... ¤ There's no thoroughbred that can beat you, Cantador." "¤ And olé, olé and, I take him to drink water from the river,... ¤ And olé, olé, and olé, and the water from the river starts to flow." "¤ I have a horse and the horse has me,... ¤ there'll never be a friend who loves his friend so much." "~ What horse is that?" "~ It's Cantador, who was injured." "~ It's one of Gandía's." "¤ When trotting, light-weight, draw watermarks with your finger." "¤ Gallop, brave one, and run with the forces of a torrent." "¤ And olé for you,... ¤ And olé, olé." "¤ And olé, yes,... ¤ For you, my faithful horse, my great horse, I'll have to go for gold." "¤ Gallop with power, gallop, Cantador,... ¤ I bet my songs on your win. ¤" "I would like to see him run, but no way, but they're playing it close!" "We'd have to be up very early." "I've seen him." "He seems to be cured." "But what happens when you force him to make an effort?" "You can ridicule." "I'm warming up, Dad, but now we'll see." "Okay, Tomy, but do not overdo the canter because it bothers Ramoncho." "¤ For you, my faithful horse, my great horse, I'll have to go for gold." "¤ Gallop, Cantador, gallop with power,... ¤ I bet my songs on your win." "¤ And olé, olé. ¤ Yahoo!" "Have you heard, Don Pedro?" "When Tomy yells, he does what he wants, he makes him fly." "He's too tight." "He's moving very well." "Sometimes I wonder whether the horse will draw back from his recovery on Sunday." "What do you think, Ramoncho?" "I assure you he'll win,... but don't let Tomy touch it again until it's time to run." "Tell him, Don Pedro, please." "He should not squeeze so much." "No one would think that he was lame!" "He's lightning fast!" "He's ready for Sunday." "Dismount now, Tomy." "Did you see, Dad, how well Cantador was working out?" "Yes, yes, fine, give him to Ramoncho." "Go on." "Cured, no doubt." "And to think that everyone took him for lost!" "He's just a competitor." "~ I brought you a surprise." "~ A surprise?" "Here." "~ What, it's my license?" "~ Yes." "So he and I can run in a real race?" "Naturally, Tomy." "I like how you ride Cantador." "You've made great progress." "You'll be a good jockey." "I'm not already?" "Not yet, you still have much to learn." "You always say that." "Well, go on, get some breakfast, I'm going to Paris and you're off to school." "~ Good morning, dear." "~ Morning, Mom." "You know I had a wonderful dream?" "Oh, really?" "Tell me." "It's not suitable for the elderly." "Mom, I can ask you a question?" "If it's not an impertinence, yes." "Really!" "It's a very natural thing." "What did Dad say when he proposed?" "What did he say?" "He said nothing." "I proposed myself." "Really?" "That's how things were back then." "Now I don't know, because everything's so changed..." "Oh, but you must have been very nervous!" "Sure!" "I began the way I always greeted him:..." ""Hello, Fernando." "I was passing by, and..."" "How easy!" "If Silvia knew that...!" "Get that ball!" "Come on!" "~ Tomy." "~ Hello, Silvia." "~ Hello, how are you?" "~ Very well, do you?" "~ Regular." "~ Been here long?" "~ A little bit." "Are you surprised?" "~ Nah, you're everywhere!" "I thought so yesterday when I was with Luchy and you showed up suddenly." "Coincidence." "Well, I imagine." "This time I came specifically to talk to you." "What's on your mind?" "~ It's a secret." "~ A secret?" "Yes." "I'm almost too embarrassed to tell you, but I have to." "I think I'm in love with your father." "You don't say!" "I should know!" "Silvia, that means right now you're asking me to give you dad's hand!" "But he doesn't like me!" "Well, never mind, his opinion doesn't count." "We have to make him interested in you, because men are really screwed up." "Let me think, let me think." "An idea's coming to me..." "Now I have it!" "Did you see, Mom?" "We went right by Tomy and he didn't even look." "Oh, God, now what?" "You're always the same." "We're not talking." "You go." "I'm staying here." "Come on, girl, or your dad will be angry." "~ Wait here, Enrique." "~ Yes, ma'am." "I'm not going there, Mom, I don't want to see him!" "I've had quite enough of your whims!" "Gandía, I'll buy that horse." "Mendoza my friend, you own the largest stable of the whole racetrack." "Your horses win nearly every race." "Why do you need Cantador?" "No, but I like him." "It's a whim." "And if we pity of us rich folks, we're deprived of our whims, what's left for us?" "The most terrible misery: boredom." "Sorry, that horse is not for sale." "I give up." "Will it run at last on Sunday?" "Maybe." "Hello!" "But you still don't know?" "Remember that he suffered an accident." "Ah!" "The thing I know is that you're very afraid of my horses." "Please." "How are you?" "My name is María Álvarez." "I am a journalist." "I have been commissioned to do a comprehensive report on the racetrack." "Delighted, Miss." "If you want you can have access to my horses in my stable." "Thank you very much." "That's a lovely young lady." "Yes, I know her, but she didn't recognize me." "Excuse me." "~ Miss?" "~ Yes?" "I'm glad to see you again." "The other day I wasn't very kind to you,... and I saw you in the cafeteria, the truth is I didn't know what to say." "When?" "I don't understand." "Have we met?" "Yes." "~ I really don't remember." "~ How?" "Dad!" "~ He's my son." "You don't know him, either?" "~ No." "Hi, Dad." "Who's this lady?" "Don't you know?" "All of a sudden, no." "My name's María Álvarez." "I'm a journalist." "~ My name's Tomy." "~ My pleasure, Tomy." "Well, but hey, it really isn't you...?" "Who?" "No...not important." "Have I done well?" "First class." "The poor guy isn't even sleeping, he got crazy." "How clever you are!" "Yes...the experience." "Carry on, do your work." "Mom, let me." "Apparently you confused me with someone else, right?" "Yeah, I guess." "Do you believe that?" "Well, right off you do, but on second glance, not so much." "An aura, nothing more." "Out of curiosity, tell me: who is this woman who I look so much alike?" "~ The other one?" "~ Yeah, her." "~ She's a lovely woman." "~ You don't say!" "Yeah, very nice, very sweet, very feminine." "She gave me a slap, and left." "Right, Tomy?" "Well, let's not exaggerate, she seemed to me just one from the crowd." "Oh, really?" "I disagree with you, Tomy." "Then you fancy that girl." "A lot." "This is the limit!" "I'd give anything to see her." "Of course, it's difficult." "I'll have to settle for someone like you." "Certainly not the same." "How sweet." "What's the matter, Tomy?" "Weird female behavior, but you, Dad, you were a bit off-putting." "Me?" "Why?" "It could be you're out of practice." "Ah!" "Gandía, may I introduce my wife?" "Yes." "Adela, Mr. Gandía --- my wife." "Pleased to meet you, ma'am." "And now I'll introduce to you someone very important: my daughter." "Tomy already knows her, right?" "I don't know him!" "Luchy!" "Where are you going, child?" "I don't understand what could have happened." "Forgive her." "Goodbye, Gandía." "~ I'll see you around." "~ Goodbye." "~ Goodbye." "Actually, Tomy, women don't understand you, either." "I told you, Dad, women are very strange." "Yes, very strange." "Let's go." "How rude." "What a way to behave in front of people!" "These are the consequences of pampering by your mother." "And what about yours, hmm?" "Mine?" "I assure you that from now on I'll have no hesitation." "~ Ha, ha!" "~ Who's laughing?" "~ Who else?" "The baby!" "~ The baby...!" "~ Goodbye, Daddy!" "~ Goodbye, Tomy!" "~ Goodbye, Miss!" "~ Goodbye!" "What's the matter, Miss?" "I don't know, this doesn't work." "I don't understand." "Come on, let's see." "~ Now it's all right." "~ You think so?" "Come on, give it a go." "Now it's working." "There you go, then." "See you later." "Hey, where's your car?" "I don't have one." "Want a lift to Madrid?" "I'm going to thank you a lot, because the plane to Paris leaves in an hour and I'm the pilot." "¤ How nice is riding to the beat of the wheels, of the wheels,... ¤ With talent, on my bike." "¤ On my bike I ride to the beat of the pedal, tra-la-la across the wind. ¤" "Come on, push!" "Don't fail me, we're going well!" "How great you are!" "¤ The horse, the horse I won't take him out just for fun, I first go downhill." "¤ Downhill, and the reins attached to the handlebar, if I don't use the brakes I'll get there the first." "¤ My bike's won ribbons in any competition,... ¤ If I run the race very soon I'll get the great prize." "¤ Horse of pure steel, nice shape of noble metal,... ¤ as a rider on my bike, I can have no rival." "¤ Riding to the song of my bike I won the best pennant." "¤ My self-esteem won the race, there's no more valuable prize. ¤" "~ They're about to reach him!" "~ But what's going on?" "Come on!" "¤ With the wind, with the wind you ride, how well you ride,... ¤ tra-la-la, with the wind. ¤" "This is a mess of race." "What about that guy?" "Look at him!" "That idiot's going to pay me!" "¤ Cycling, singing the goal of the heart." "¤ With the wind, with the wind, with the wind I'll overcome. ¤" "So you like the song, huh?" "Then come here, I'm going to sing all your mistakes to you!" "~ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8..." "Here, champion!" "~ I'm not the one to blame!" "The last chapter is the saddest." "My wife died three years ago." "What was her name?" "I called her Star." "Well, who are you?" "I'm just a poor girl." "Oh, a poor spirited working girl!" "Not even that --- I have a very rich father,... and if I work a little it's just to give me the illusion that I'm not absolutely useless." "Surely the other one will be better." "What other one?" "The other one, the one you fancy." "Who's so much like me." "Well, not so very much alike, no." "Oh!" "Do you believe that?" "Bah!" "~ Are we going to meet again?" "~ No." "That's what I thought." "Thank you very much for bringing me." "Hey, wait." "Yes?" "No, nothing." "Goodbye." "The flight's been suspended." "There's fog at the airport in Paris." "Well, great, we surely can use a break." "Would you take me out to dinner tonight?" "Sure, would you like?" "~ Of course I'd like to accompany you." "~ Sounds like a plan." "This way, Mr. Gandía." "You can sit here." "To your love." "Although we shouldn't toast,... because since you've got Cupid's arrows, you're in such bad temper as to be unbearable." "~ My God, there he is!" "~ The aviator?" "~ What'll you have?" "~ Well...cold lobster and tournedos." "He's a hunk!" "Control yourself, dear." "Of course he's awfully fab." "I'd like, please, some eels and a grilled sirloin, medium." "~ Well." "~ Just a minute, I've got to make a call." "Continue with the lady." "And for dessert, what would you like?" "~ Not seen us." "~ And the girl accompanying him, is she the other one?" "No, no, the other one is me." "~ Oh, really?" "~ Of course!" "So if you're the other one, who are you?" "What a question!" "I'm the same woman, but he doesn't know it." "Simple, no?" "Look, this is clear: at the moment, he thinks I'm a different woman than the one he met this morning." "But he likes the other one, who he met first, who gave him the slap." "How morbid!" "~ Don't you believe me?" "~ Not even." "But, Mabel!" "Women!" "Never mind her, Silvia, keep up the tale." "You believe me, don't you, Purita?" "Not a bit, but I love the lies." "Go on, make it march." "I'm not hungry anymore." "Look, he's seen us." "Wait a minute." "Excuse me, Miss." "Are you lady who gave me a slap?" "Yes, myself." "So you remember?" "Do I remember?" "You are hateful, Miss." "~ What?" "~ That's all I mean to say." "Well, girl, I think this gentleman is totally uninterested,... neither like this nor as a journalist." "Forgive me, I can't bear being so close to a guy like that." "~ Sorry, Lolita, another day dinner." "~ Commander!" "Silvia!" "Silvia, may I?" "I owe you an explanation." "Even when angry, you're still charming." "You made big fun of me." "Well, a lot less than when you told me you weren't you." "It was Tomy's idea." "Tomy's?" "What was he planning?" "Anyone would know that!" "What a boy!" "Is all forgotten?" "The truth is that I should hate you... because I felt humiliated when you said you didn't like me." "~ Did I say that?" "~ Yes, exactly." "How strange!" "I must be thinking the opposite, because you're wonderful." "Well, you hide that pretty well." "Aren't you going to dinner with that young lady?" "And you, weren't you there with your friends?" "Such an embarrassing role you made me play in front of them!" "And the rudeness I've shown my flight attendant?" "To sum up --- we ought to have dinner together." "We have no choice." ""Arms up, bend left leg with right arm extension." ""1, 2, 3, 4."" "~ But, son, where are you going?" "~ Good morning, Grandma, you know what today is?" "~ No." "Well, it's Sunday, so Cantador'll run his first race, and he'll win." "~ Won't you eat breakfast?" "~ Has Zambo arrived?" "~ Yes." "I'll have breakfast with him in the kitchen." "Jesus, what a guy!" "~ Dad, are you there?" "~ Yes, son." "~ Good morning, Dad." "~ Good morning, Tomy." "Hey, is it very important for Cantador to win us the race this afternoon?" "Such talk!" "Of course it's very important!" "But don't get your hopes too high." "He'll win, I dreamed it last night." "Cantador's cured, he's fit." "Let's hope he wins, Tomy, because that horse is our entire fortune." "That's all we could salvage from the disaster,... and that because you got a break from the usurer." "Well, so he has to win." "You'll see." "You look very hopeful, Tomy." "If Cantador doesn't win, I'll feel bad for you." "Because he's yours, because you've nursed him, and also --- believe me ---... it's very beautiful to own a great champion." "Yes, Dad, but listen, why won't you let me ride him?" "I'm sure I'll win." "You?" "What are you saying, Tomy?" "Have you gone crazy?" "But why not, if I'm already a jockey?" "You're still a kid." "Let Ramoncho ride, what he fails to accomplish, no one else could." "OK, Dad." "Hey, Silvia would like our horse to win." "Don't you think?" "~ But does she know that he's running?" "~ Sure." "I don't suppose you mentioned it to anyone else." "But it's a loud secret!" "If Cantador wins today, everyone will know." "But if you lose, we'll bear the ridicule, because only you and I have faith in him." "Well, they're wrong --- you'll see!" "Good morning, Zambo." "Hi, Tomy." "Hey, you know that Dad thinks it's very important for Cantador to win the race this afternoon." "Cantador won't win, Tomy." "It's impossible." "What?" "He has to win." "Dad and I need it." "Cantador is mine." "Tomy, I have to tell you something." "What is it, Zambo?" "If Ramoncho rides Cantador this afternoon, Cantador won't win." "But why?" "I just know." "I understand horses." "I was born among them,... and I tell you Ramoncho doesn't understand Cantador." "But why can't he understand him, if he's trained him and he's helped me to heal him?" "That's not the point." "He obeys him because he fears him." "Cantador loves only you." "When you sing, when he hears your voice, Cantador is another animal." "Does that mean we've lost already?" "Yes." "We must do something." "Poor Dad!" "And poor us!" "We can't just stand there with folded arms." "~ Yes, but what?" "~ Come along." "Pepita, girl, I was expecting your call!" "I'm not Pepita, you idiot!" "Watch your mouth!" "Is that her father?" "Hey, Don José,..." "I'm not Don José!" "But, oh, what a fool you are!" "I'm Tomy, you idiot!" "Tomy, boy!" "What's up, man?" "Listen, Champ, and hear what I'm going to tell you --- the thing isn't easy." "~ What is it?" "~ Eliminating an enemy." "Good, good!" "The triumph of Cantador depends on it." "In that case, count on me." "But you have to mobilize the whole class." "Ah, that's easy!" "Well, you don't let me down, OK?" "Right, right, it's already done." "See you, Tomy." "Right." "Agreed?" "If it's your word, I agree." "Hello?" "Tomy, can you hear me?" "I can't tell you my name but I'm a good friend of yours." "Tomy, I know a girl who is crazy about you." "She's beautiful." "Beautiful!" "Yeah, right?" "Look, I have my hours for talking to people, seven to eight, you know?" "Monster!" "In a few moments we'll begin the twentieth session of the season." "I don't know why I am here." "I don't know why you brought me." "I do not know why I bet a thousand pesetas on Cantador." "Right?" "Silvia is sure." "You say you bet a thousand pesetas on Cantador?" "So it's a safe bet?" "So they say." "Apparently he has to win." "Ah, well, we'll all win!" "Excuse me while I don't miss the opportunity." "I'll be right back." "What an outrage!" "Such trampling!" "Look, I'm staying here." "All right?" "Okay, Dad, but don't go too far." "OK?" "Don't worry, I brought reading for several hours." "I'll have a good picnic." "See you later." "Oops!" "Sir, are you sure we haven't met before?" "I really do not remember." "Think about it, my husband was from Mexico." "Lucky you!" "Do you like Mexico?" "I've never been there." "It's beautiful." "If you can imagine, winter is like an eternal spring." "It gets that delicious." "~ Good afternoon, Pedro." "~ How you doing, Silvia?" "I bet on Cantador." "Bravo!" "Tomy will thank you, because he's very nervous." "Yeah, I'm not sure why." "But I noticed that, too." "Well?" "Ramoncho's already dressed and ready to ride." "They're taking too long." "~ Good afternoon, Tomy." "~ Hello." "Dad, do you think Cantador will win?" "Pirate will win, my daughter." "We always win." "Oh, good!" "There they are." "Accompany him while I distract the porter." "Come on, guys." "But carefully, right?" "~ Good evening, Chief." "~ Hello." "~ Who are you backing?" "~ Vivales." "~ Vivales?" "~ Of course." "Well, I think so, yes, you're going to win." "Of course, totally." "He never fails." "You have a nose." "Well, friend, I hope if Vivales wins you'll treat me." "~ Yes, count on it." "~ Goodbye." "May I get by?" "Careful." "Wait a minute." "Excuse me, excuse me for trampling you before." "Well, that's it." "I backed Cantador up to the gills." "Come on, guys, the paddock!" "Do not you hear?" "Hello, Ramoncho." "How did you get in here?" "What's the story?" "Never mind, what's going on?" "You're laid back, and should be outside." "I'm going." "There's plenty of time." "Alejandro, the weight master is calling you to go urgently." "~ Ramoncho." "~ What do you want?" "~ Get naked." "~ What, me undress?" "Now?" "~ Yes, strip." "~ Are you crazy?" "Nothing crazy, and do what I say." "What's your game?" "Champ, subdue him." "~ Help!" "~ Quiet, it'll be nicer if you don't resist." "For the last time: will you take off the uniform, yes or no?" "No." "I'll tell your father and the stewards." "They already know." "I've told them you have a headache." "Take this!" "For disobedience!" "~ Guys, bring the bonds." "~ I'm going for them." "Hold this." "It's Tomy!" "What an outrage!" "What's become of Ramoncho?" "Something must have happened." "Go on, I'll catch up." "How great Tomy looks!" "Hey, if he wins...!" "~ But what if they find out?" "~ Oh, you belt up!" "~ Demon!" "~ What is it?" "Tomy!" "Don't you see?" "He's riding Cantador!" ""Attention, attention." ""The public is warned that in the first race, the Premiere Castile Cup,..." ""due to an accident, the horse Cantador..." ""will be ridden by apprentice Gandía."" "What happened?" "~ Who did this?" "~ Your son." "Why?" "Not sure yet, but after this, I quit." "I've never been through anything like this." "Your child is ungrateful." "I saved the horse, and you see how I'm repaid." "There they are, about ready to go." "Hey, which is Cantador?" "Why are you asking me?" "What, you don't know?" "We haven't been formally introduced yet." "If he doesn't win, will you hear from me!" "And you me." ""The blue flag is now being raised..." ""and the horses are under starter's orders."" "~ But what happened?" "~ Something amazing, but this time he'll have his comeuppance." "Come on, Silvia." "~ Good day." "~ Hello, Manolo." "Look!" "They're off!" "Great, Tomy!" ""Placement:" "Cantador first, second Pirate,..." ""Dandi third, fourth Vivales,..." ""Tenorio fifth, sixth Primoroso."" "Yahoo, Tomy, come on!" "There he goes!" "Great, Tomy!" "That dickhead's going to win!" ""Placement:" "Cantador first, Second Vivales," "~ "Pirate Third, fourth Dandi..." ~ Stay in first, Cantador!" "~ "fifth Primoroso, and sixth Tenorio." ~ Oh, Tomy is winning, he's winning!" "Keep your cool!" "Keep it up!" "Pirate lost." "Pirate's losing, Cantador'll win for sure!" ""Placement:" "Cantador first, second Pirate,..." ""Vivales third, fourth Dandi..." ""Primoroso fifth, sixth Tenorio."" "Win, win!" "He won, he won!" "Tomy's won, Dad!" "And we've lost." "I won, I'm rich!" "So you kiss me?" "!" "~ I'm rich!" "~ And a cad!" "I'm rich!" "~ You see, Purita?" "~ Me too, me too!" "These cries indicate that at any moment they'll start racing." "How much longer to wait!" ", Right?" "Good thing we're spending the afternoon so cozily." "We agreed on everything." "~ You think so?" "~ Totally." ""Provisional Order of finish:" ""Cantador first, second Pirate..."" "Come on, guys!" "Come on guys, let's congratulate him!" "Here he is." "Olé, olé!" "This guy is a prick." "Let's try the other door." "Hey, hey, let's go!" "Please let us by, he's my friend!" "You're formidable." "Why did you do this, my son?" "Because Cantador had to win." "Poor Ramoncho!" "Sorry, Dad, I was just thinking of you." "As I reached the finish line that was the only thought in my head." "Okay, you did very well, my son, but you have to talk to him." "Go on." "He'd be cross with me!" "Congratulations, Gandía." "I confirm my offer." "I'll buy a Cantador, but on one condition: you also bring me Tomy." "Tomy has had a remarkable ride." "Congratulations, Tomy." "Tomy, you'll let me congratulate you?" "You were great." "Hey, Silvia, who is this girl?" "Stupid, smug!" "But girl, what are you saying?" "~ Mom, he's hateful, nasty!" "~ Silly." ""At the Zarzuela racecourse, there was held the twentieth session of the season." ""Cantador won the Premiere Castile Cup..." ""ridden by his brilliant jockey, Tomy Gandía..." ""due to illness of the usual jockey, veteran Ramoncho." "That's me." "Look, look." "Too bad, I didn't know anything about it!" "Hello." "~ Is the home of Mr. Gandía?" "~ Yes, yes." "Is he in?" "May I ask who's calling, please?" "Fabian Marquez." "Wait a minute." "Dad, Don Fabian Marquez." "Hello?" "Hello, Mr. Gandía!" "How are you?" "OK, how about you?" "Me?" "So so, so so, nobody pays me back." "Sit." "Forgive me for sending for you." "Feel at home." "Tell me, have you seen the TV?" "Yes." "And have you read the newspapers?" "Well, my congratulations." "This winter I left your son a useless horse that had no value, but now..." "Ah, what the devil!" "That disaster has become a champion and it's worth lots of money." "You understand that I can't miss this opportunity afforded me." "You understand me all right, Mr. Gandía?" "Is that fair?" "What do you mean?" "It's painfully obvious." "Between us, a very significant amount is still pending." "Cigarette?" "Thank you very much." "Would you believe I had already given up on that sum?" "No." "I'm sorry, it may seem like a intransigence, but this is another matter." "No, no, no, no." "My money is at stake." "I am not resigned." "The truth." "Cantador's worth lots of money,... and there may be a possibility for me to recover a part of what I'm owed." "Please have a little patience, Don Fabian." "I will pay you." "No, I can't wait." "I would have to regard it as a new loan... and at the turn of a new year, I must charge new interest." "~ An ashtray?" "~ Yes, sorry..." "It would be too burdensome for you and I AM sympathetic." "I don't want you to say that I'm twisting the screws." "Gandía, son, I don't want to be cruel." "Well, I'll give you twenty four hours to repay what you still owes me." "Otherwise, I'll proceed against you and Cantador will be auctioned off." "Understood." "Go open up." "I'll get it." "What is it, Dad?" "Nothing, Tomy." "Who is it, Tomy?" "It's Dad, Grandma." "What did that man want, Dad?" "Bad news, Tomy." "You'll have to give up Cantador." "What, give up Cantador?" "Yes, we have to let him go, Tomy." "But why?" "Who's going to take from me, if it's mine?" "You have to be strong, Tomy." "In a few days they'll bring him out to auction and whoever pays most will get him." "No, no, no, Dad, tell me it's not true." "Tell me they won't take him away." "Cantador is mine." "You know that." "And I don't want to give him up!" "Tomy, Tomy!" "You need to be a man, baby!" "I just want my horse, and I won't let them take him from me." "Don't worry, Tomy." "I'll buy him." "I have money." "Will you shut up, Silvia?" "I beg you not to get involved in this." "Excuse me." "I was just trying to help Tomy." "What's wrong, son?" "Silvia!" "Silvia!" "Silvia, please, don't go like this, I beg you!" "Why not let me help you?" "You're mean to that boy." "I can't." "I can't accept your money, Silvia." "Out of pride, you're very proud." "~ No." "~ Why, then?" "Don't you love your child?" "Yes." "Silvia, I love you." "Return to my home, please." ""Boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, from Madrid and the provinces,..." ""here's news of a fantastic contest sponsored by Calisto soap." ""A prize of one hundred thousand pesetas goes to the contestant who best sings a song." ""One hundred thousand pesetas!" ""One hundred thousand pesetas for the best singing of a song!" ""Contestants: the registration period will close soon." ""Come, come without delay." ""One hundred thousand pesetas for the best singing of a song,..." ""and meanwhile use Calixto soap for all your washing." ""And now, gentlemen..."" "I'm going out, Grandma." "But what happens to you all today?" "~ Be right back, Dad." "~ Where are you going?" "I got a great idea for the auction." "How much money could you spend?" "Very little." "But if I get it we can buy Cantador at the auction." "Right?" "Sure, but I don't want you to think about it anymore." "One must know how to receive blows in life, Tomy." "I won't learn that." "I'll manage, but we'll keep our horse." "Well, but where are you going?" "Calixto soap, Calisto soap, Calixto soap!" "Yes, gentlemen, Calixto soap!" "And now, ladies and gentlemen, distinguished audience that filled the studios of Radio Centre we will proclaim the names... of the contestants performing on the final round of Calixto's song." "Shut up that noise, man!" "We can't hear." "One hundred thousand pesetas, a considerable amount... that has flooded these studies of motions to intervene in the monster contest sponsored by Calixto soap." "And the rigorous selection of candidates made in Spain... have been narrowed down to the following contestants:... ~ Attention:" "Angelita Jiménez." "~ Jose Valles." "~ Lola Corales." "~ Pepita Heredia." "~ Pedro Valverde." "~ Pepón Garcia." "And Tomy Gandía." "Tomy, Tomy, really, he's made the finals!" "Jesus, is it possible?" "What a kid this is!" "And now we begin our program with a performance by a really lovely lady." "His name is Angelita Jiménez and she's from Palma del Rio." "She came from her home town nominated by the sponsoring firm... ~ Calixto soap..." "~ To perform in our program." "Attention." "Whenever you want, Conductor." "Come on, it'll be ages until Tomy's turn...!" "We could go to the radio station." "Don't you think?" "We still have time." "Come on, come on." "~ Aren't you coming?" "~ No." "~ Come on, come on." "~ I don't want to." "~ Fine." "It's about time that Dad was home." "He's the only solution to this." "I don't understand why this great stubborn oaf won't accept your money, Silvia." "The truth is that when a man comes out weird..." "He's not some strange man, they all are." "That's why I'm single." "I should know!" "Hello." "Dad, listen to me." "Hello, dear." "Have you heard?" "They're transmitting the contest." "Yes, Dad, I'm listening." "Listen, don't leave home, please, I may need you." "Oh, no!" "But what's the matter?" "Explain." "No, don't ask." "Goodbye." "Well, why are you so serious?" "Will you tell me why I had the honor of being picked up by you?" "Let me help you, Pedro, I beg you one more time." "Things can't go on like this." "Dad's waiting at home." "It is my father who'll lend you the money." "Can you hear me?" "It is my father, not me." "Well, why mix your father up in this?" "Listen, please." "In a few moments your child will sing on the radio." "What?" "Has he gone mad?" "Poor Tomy!" "He wants to win the prize to buy Cantador." "Will he?" "But I rather doubt it'll be enough money." "The bidding will be too brisk." "Pedro, do it for Tomy, will you?" "Let me help you, I beg you." "No, Sylvia, never." "You are unbearable!" "Calixto soap --- Calixto soap for washing parts seen and unseen!" "Your turn." "And now it's a boy to act really cool." "Get ready to go on then." "Let's see: what's your name?" "~ Pepón." "~ Grand, Pepón." "What will you sing?" ""The golondrón" by Maruxa." "It's what I like." "~ Where are you from?" "~ From Alcala, Madrid." "Bravo." "Conductor: "The golondrón" from Maruxa." "¤ Drudges!" "Bold!" "¤ And they scoff at me, as well!" "¤ They don't respect my looks,... ¤ or my position as their boss. ¤" "Jesus, if this is Maruxa, don't talk to me about operatic singing!" "Oh, I'm sure my grandson will win!" "Pedro, son!" "Tomy's about to sing on the radio." "Come in." "¤ "Swallow, gross wood swallow", they address me like this:... ¤ "Happy Rufus, tiny swallow, gross swallow,... ¤ Tell me, why carry that bag. " ¤" "Oh, look how I suffered!" "¤ "..." "Carry that bag." ¤" "I'm finished." "Ladies and gentlemen, I present the last finalist." "Come on." "Go." "~ You are Tomy Gandía?" "~ Yes, sir." "~ What will you sing?" "~ "The oh, oh, oh."" "Ladies and gentlemen, I present Tomy Gandía." "Conductor: "The oh, oh, oh."" "My son!" "My son!" "¤ The rose bush was withered, oh,... ¤ and I covered it safe from the cold." "¤ And when it grew its first rose, ayayay,... ¤ they wanted to take away what's mine." "¤ Why, if it was very sad... ¤ and I brought it my good cheer,... ¤ why this steel dagger, ayayay,... ¤ Stuck in my soul?" "¤" "~ He's great!" "~ How he sings!" "He's an angel!" "Who would have thought he could sing like that!" "¤ The Virgin who is in the chapel, ayayay,... ¤ good and loving mother... ¤ she knows I suffer and keep silent, ayayay," "¤ and she wants to brighten my grief." "¤ I am a poor thirsty guy... ¤ crossing the mountain sides." "¤ Knowing the thirst I feel, ayayay," "¤ they deprive me of clear water." "¤ Ayayay, ayayay. ¤" "Order, order, ladies and gentlemen, order." "Dear listeners, no doubt,... by unanimous verdict of the public who filled our room... the victor in the contest of Calixto soap is Tomy Gandía." "Viva, Tomy!" "There is no doubt that the verdict of the public is always in accordance with the quality of Calixto soap." "He's triumphed, he's triumphed!" "My son!" "Because there is an undoubted fact that both fools as well as sages understand:... anything washable requires the use of Calixto soap." "But what's all this?" "What are you doing?" "Oh, my God!" "Ay, ay, you're killing me!" "Dad, I won, I won, Dad!" "Did you see?" "We can buy Cantador." "Very good." "Oh, such brutality, Holy Mother!" "Is this what they teach you in school?" "Redskins!" "Wild invaders!" ""We'll proceed to auction the horse Cantador by Canteler and Pandora." ""At two years of age, this horse won the 'Novice Stakes' and 'Challenge Cup' in his only two starts." ""At age three, he has won the 'Montalvo', 'Nuvelán', 'Pelayo' and 'Provincial Government of Guipúzcoa' trophies..." ""in a total of six starts, finishing third in the Grand National Chase, and not included in the memorial." ""At age four he has won his only race, the 'Premiere Castile Cup'." ""Attention, attention, we'll now begin the auction."" "There's a reserve bid of twenty thousand pesetas for Cantador." "Will anyone cover the purchase price?" "Me." "Covered, twenty thousand." "Twenty thousand pesetas going once." "Will anyone bid over twenty thousand?" "Twenty thousand pesetas twice." "Twenty five thousand." "Look, Gandía also bid." "The boy, that's another matter." "Thirty thousand." "Thirty thousand once." "Forty thousand." "~ Forty thousand." "~ Fifty thousand." "It's going too fast, Dad." "We'll see, Tomy." "I don't understand this." "Bid, Dad, come on!" "Don't listen to this girl." "I'll please her." "Sixty thousand." "Sixty thousand." "Does anyone give more than sixty thousand pesetas?" "Sixty thousand pesetas once." "Will anyone bid more than sixty thousand?" "Sixty thousand pesetas twice." "Eighty thousand." "My God, my grandson is crazy!" "Buy him, Dad, buy that horse, I want it!" "Shut up, girl." "What are you supposed to understand about horses?" "~ You mean I don't understand?" "~ Exactly." "Come on, Dad!" "OK." "Ninety thousand." "One hundred thousand." "One hundred thousand." "Is there who'll bid more than one hundred thousand pesetas?" "One hundred thousand pesetas to one." "Will anyone bid more than one hundred thousand pesetas?" "Buy him, Dad!" "I want him!" "I tell you, buy him!" "I need that horse!" "Look, girl, you're being whimsical!" "No, Mom, I want him for me." "Fine." "One hundred and fifty thousand." "One hundred and fifty thousand pesetas for Cantador." "Will anyone bid more than one hundred fifty thousand?" "One hundred and fifty thousand pesetas once." "Just a moment please." "How much money have you got, Dad?" "~ Hardly any, son, about seventy thousand." "~ Should I bid everything?" "One hundred and seventy thousand." "One hundred and seventy thousand pesetas for Cantador." "Will anyone bid more than one hundred and seventy thousand?" "One hundred and seventy thousand pesetas once." "Will anyone bid more than one hundred and seventy thousand pesetas?" "Oh, Mama, don't leave me without a horse!" "Come on, Dad, bid more!" "Look, daughter, since I've gotten into this mess..." "Two hundred thousand." "Dad, can we tolerate this humiliation?" "Give it up, Tomy." "Two hundred thousand pesetas twice." "Two hundred thousand pesetas three times." "Two hundred thousand pesetas awarded to Mr. Mendoza." "~ Thanks, Dad!" "~ Come on." "Come on, Tomy." "Dad, they knocked us out of the bidding intentionally." "~ Calm down." "~ This matter isn't over." "Tomy!" "Hey, why have you taken him away from me?" "Forgive me, Tomy, I'm sorry, I really like your horse." "But look, I have an idea:" "I'll take Cantador and give you Pirate." "Why should I care about Pirate?" "I don't care, you keep it." "Bah!" "I really sorry, Gandía." "I congratulate you because you got a good horse." "We'll give it the care it deserves" "Ah, liquidated debt!" "I was tempted to buy Cantador to avoid disappointing Tomy... but I didn't want to hurt your pride once again." "Thank you, Silvia." "Your gesture is very noble,... but even if we lost Cantador, now I feel more attached to you, Tomy, and myself." "Hi, Tomy." "I know what it means to you losing Cantador." "Sorry." "Mr. Mendoza is sending Pirate to you." "Apparently he's giving it to you." "I do not want." "Hello, now what?" "Hello, Estéban." "It's a great horse, better than Cantador." "Cantador is unique, but without me, it won't win." "We'll see." "You know that Mr. Mendoza has made me his trainer?" "Congratulations." "And Estéban will ride him?" "We'll race in the Grand Prix on Sunday in the city and we'll win." "I'm happy for Estéban, but, and you, why don't you ride?" "I thought maybe you were right to stop me from running." "That hit cleared my vision." "I'm also getting on a bit." "Estéban will win on Cantador." "You'll see." "I don't know, I may win on Pirate." "So you'll keep him?" "Yeah, we shall see." "I'm glad you're perking up, Tomy." "The official program of racing." "Who wants a program?" "Programs." "The official program of racing." "Who wants the program?" ""Attention, within a few minutes will be run the most important race of the season,..." ""the Salamanca Cup, with a three hundred thousand pesetas purse." ""Horses of all ages over three years." ""Details of the riders are in the program." "Hey, there goes Cantador?" "Yeah, but can't you see it?" "Bring your own, Chancer!" "You'll win, you'll win!" "I'll bet it all I have." "Bet, bet!" "It's a tip." "How many have you bought?" "I do not know." "Let's see, one, two,... ~ I've been looking for you." "~ Me?" "Yeah, which horse did you back?" "~ Pirate." "~ Pirate?" "You didn't back Cantador?" "That will not win today." "~ He won't win today?" "~ No." "Sure, Pirate!" "~ Pirate!" "Give me all that remain." "~ Yes, sir." "Look, they're going to start, they're at the gate!" "They're going to start!" "I see that, I'm not blind." "Here, here we sit." ""The Blue Flag is being hoisted,..." ""leaving the horses under the starter's orders." ""The horses are ready for the break."" ""Placement:" "First Pirate, second Cantador..."" "Pirate pulls ahead." "It's Pirate by a head." "It would be a hoot if he wins this race!" "Oh, Dad, I want Cantador to win!" "Yes, girl, yes." "~ What is it?" "~ How should I know?" "~ You have to know." "~ Me?" "~ Of course!" "Why ask me?" "So we're betting in the dark?" "Right." "Look!" "Hey, look!" ""Placement:" "First Pirate, second Cantador,..." ""Horacio third, fourth Presumido,..." ""Andaluz fifth, and sixth Thunder."" "Please, who's winning?" "The one's winning, the one will win." "~ Will you allow me a moment?" "~ Yes, ma'am." "He's gaining ground." "He's gaining ground!" "Poor Pirate!" "Come on, Cantador!" "Overtake me, Estéban, overtake me!" "Come on, Cantador!" "Go, go, go!" "He has won." "Won!" "Poor Tomy!" "Come, Silvia." "~ The cup is ours." "~ Congratulations." "This catastrophe is my downfall!" "I backed Pirate, and the blame lies with you!" "~ You!" "~ You!" "This man is crazy." "Come on, Purita." "Don't put up with this." "Blame me for having trusted the women." "Or rather, women and horses!" "At this point we proceed to the delivery of the Cup of the City... to horse Cantador's owner, Don Fernando de Mendoza." "~ I'm sorry." "~ It's nothing, Ramoncho." "What happened, Tomy?" "Why did you lose if you were so far ahead?" "Don't ask me, Dad, because I don't know." "I know why, because the jockey told me." "Cantador won the race because Tomy wanted him to." "He wouldn't allow Cantador to be beaten and he cried out." "Tomy knows that when he hears his voice he's invincible, so Cantador won." "Did you done that, Tomy?" "I'm sorry, Dad." "I'm proud of you." "Luchy." "Here, daughter." "~ No." "~ What do you not want?" "The cup is Tomy's, he won." "Fine, but you be the one who gives it to him." "Tomy, will you ever forgive me?" "Here." "No, no, keep it, I'm happy, because what I wanted is Cantador to win." "So you forgive me for real?" "Yes." "Hello." "~ Luchy!" "~ Tomy!" "Is that you?" "Yeah Hey, I want to say something to you, but I'm ashamed." "My God, how silly you are!" "You really suck at French." "Right?" "Fatal." "I know nothing, not a jot, not a word." "Then I'll tell you some things in French." "Listen:..." "¤ Mon amour, mon amour, je t'aime,... ¤ such is the voice of my heart." "¤ Mon amour, mon amour, je t'aime,... ¤ And my voice will reach you." "¤ Listen to me as you'd listen to the wind that sings in passing... ¤ listen to me, I want, but I don't know, I don't know how to start." "¤ I'll tell you the thing I never dare I say,... ¤ I'll tell it to you on a song from Marseille up to a poem in Paris:... ¤ Mon amour, mon amour, je t'aime," "¤ such is the voice of my heart." "¤ Mon amour, mon amour, je t'aime," "¤ And my voice will reach you. ¤" "Can you hear me?" "Although you don't understand my song don't hang up." "I beg you." "How wonderful to feel so, so far, so close!" "I want to tell you through my singing..." "I want..." "My Luchy...!" "Are you there?" "Listen, mon amour..." "¤ Mon amour, mon amour, je t'aime,... ¤ such is the voice of my heart,... ¤ And my voice will reach you." "¤ Mon amour, mon amour, je t'aime. ¤" "Tomy, then, you love me?" "Did you understand me all right?" "Did you like what I said?" "A lot." "Mais oui, mon amour." "Well sure." "Je t'aime aussi." "Je suis une petite fille très heureux." "Smartass, you know more French than I do!" "My love!" "But, daughter, who are you talking with?" "Just a wrong number." "Luchy, listen, Luchy!" "Can't you hear me?" "Yes, Tomy." "I hear you and I love you." "I love you." "Goodbye." "She loves me...she loves me, she loves me!" "Hello." "¤ Mon amour, mon amour, je t'aime. ¤" "But who is this?" "It's me." "Silvia, I'll say one thing, to see if you understand me." "Voulez vous marier avec moi?" "Oh, Pedro!" "Do you understand?" "Sure!" "But...didn't expect this proposal." "You're making me the happiest woman in the world." "It's wonderful." "Ego vobis in matrimonium conjugo." "In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti." "Amen." "Tomy, if we promise God now that we'll never part... then we will have no choice but to fulfill it, right?" "Sure." "You are given a companion, not a servant." "Love her as Christ loves his Church." "In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, Amen."