Brave One, The (1956)

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Señor Vargas, there could

be better times

to bring bad news

to this house.

I know, I know.

Muchas gracias.

Manuel, gracias por todo.

Lo siento mucho, Maria.

Vamos.

Buenas t*rd, Rafael.

Bueñas, Señor Palma.

This is Señor Vargas, he's chief

accountant for Don Alejandro.

He's leaving in the morning,

for Mexico City

and wants to talk with you.

I'm sorry to disturb you at a

time like this,

you know that, Rafael.

It is nothing.

Yes, Patron?

It concerns a black cow that

carries the Videgaray brand

and also an "R" brand.

Your name is Rosillo?

Yes, Patron, and the cow you

speak of is mine.

She was given to me

by Don Alejandro

during the last Tienta.

I think you misunderstood him.

But she's our cow and she's old.

She's so old, she's carrying

her last calf right now.

A calf?

Leonardo

you will not speak

disrespectfully to the Patron.

I presume you count the calf

to be yours too, eh?

When it is born...

yes.

The calf is to be mine.

I'm certain the calf belongs

to the ranch

and I shall enter it

into the books as such,

when it is born.

It's a bad thing,

having a cow on a ranch,

that belongs to someone else.

Come, Palma, let's go.

They won't take our cow from us

or our calf either, will they?

After all we have lost today,

son,

would it be surprising

we should lose our cow also?

One's whole life is a loss,

my son.

Diabla, where are you?

Diabla!

Diabla!

Diabla!

Diabla.

Diabla, my beautiful Diabla.

Pobrecito.

Our calf...

our new calf!

- Buenas Dias, Papá.

- Buenas Dias, Maria.

- Where's Leonardo?

- Still sleeping.

Maria.

Maria, come here,

come here!

- Leonardo.

- Leonardo.

Papá,

lightning had struck a tree

and our cow died

just as I reached her.

So, I brought him home.

Leonardo, get dressed.

It's back to school today.

But I must take care of him.

He'll need some help.

What strength!

What a voice! Like the bugles

of Zapata.

He'll be brave, Papa.

All sons of Valiente are brave,

so was our cow.

You know, Father,

she bawled for help.

She wouldn't die

until I came.

The cow was brave.

This will make a fine,

brave bull.

He knows me!

Do I have to go to school today?

Do I?

Would you be like your parents,

unable to read or write?

Leonardo, you'll be late

for school.

He wants me to pet him.

He's hungry, he wants

to suckle you.

Papa, can I keep him here

in the house?

For a time it will be necessary.

Can I call him Gitano?

Gitano? Gypsy?

A fighting bull should have

a fighting name,

something to put fear

into the soul.

But he is a gypsy.

He was all alone

in the night

with no mother, a wanderer

in the storm.

Truly a gypsy.

As you wish.

With such a name, he may

grow up to be very clever.

Gitano, Gitanito, my little gypsy.

He's hungry.

Come, Elisa.

Leonardo,

bring out your hungry gypsy.

Hurry for breakfast, Gitano.

Hold still, Elisa.

Elisa has no motherly feelings.

Enjoy your breakfast, Gitano.

And now children,

can you tell me

whose picture is that?

Benito Juárez!

That is correct.

And now if you look

in your books,

you'll find Maximillian.

Maximilian sailed across the sea

with the French Army

to protect him

and marched to the capitol

and had himself crowned

Emperor of Mexico.

Benito Juarez,

who was President of Mexico,

fled to the north.

Maximilian was an arch-duke

and all of his relatives

were of royal blood.

Maximilian's father

had been an emperor

and his mother

had been an empress.

Even his brother

was an emperor.

Benito Juárez was an Indian.

His mother was an Indian

and his father was an Indian.

All of his relatives

were Indians

and none of them

could read or write.

Maximilian's friends were

emperors and empresses.

But Juárez...

the only friends he had

were the Mexican people.

And Juárez, the great Juárez,

as Presidente of Mexico,

always listened to the voice

of the Mexican people.

No man was so humble

that the Presidente

did not hear him.

And that is all for today.

Tomorrow we shall study

Benito Juárez

and Abraham Lincoln

and how they worked together.

Hasta mañana.

Señorita Sánchez?

Yes, Leonardo.

I have to send a letter,

Señorita.

An important one.

Could you be so kind

as to write it for me?

But you write very well,

Leonardo.

For such a letter as this,

I don't know enough.

If you would be so kind.

You see, it needs big words.

It's to go to

Don Alejandro Videgaray.

And what's the letter

to be about?

It has to do with a cow

and a calf.

The cow was of my father and...

Leonardo, start from the

beginning.

It's about a cow and my calf.

The cow was of my father...

it was until it died.

It was given to my father

by Don Alejandro

uh...because,

because one day at the Tienta

the young niece of Don Alejandro

fell into the corral...

- He's too old for that.

- It's time he was weaned anyway

Now you stay here

until after school.

Children.

Leonardo!

Leonardo!!

Come away, Gitano.

Come away, Gitano,

go away!

Come away! Whoops!

Buenas Dias.

- Buenas Dias, Señorita.

Gitano, olé!

Olé, Gitano, olé!

Gitano!

Olé, Gitano, olé!

Olé, Gitano, olé, olé!

Toro, toro!

Olé, Gitano!

Mucho, Gitano, mucho!

Chihuahua.

Gitano!

Toro, aha, toro!

Aha!

Aye, ha ha ha.

Toro, olé, Gitano.

Toro, toro!

Ay, chihuahua.

Olé, Gitano, olé. Olé, olé!

Toro, olé. olé.

Olé

Olé, Leonardo.

Leonardo!

What is this I see.

Just playing with Gitano.

- Playing?!

You were working him

with a cape.

What's wrong with that?

You should know better.

No animal on earth learns faster

than a fighting bull.

He must never be played

with a cape.

He will know where the cape is

and where

the matador's body is

before he ever enters the ring.

Then when his time comes

to enter the ring,

he will not be a

true straight charging bull

as contracted for.

He will be an assassin,

he will be a m*rder*r!

It's against the law.

But I don't want Gitano

to go to the ring.

We can't send him to the ring.

Not now, naturally,

but when he's four years old

and has come

to his full strength,

of course he goes into the ring.

That's

what he was born for, son.

That's his reason in life,

to fight!

But that wasn't my reason

when I brought him home.

Just a baby,...

no bigger than this!

Don't trouble yourself about it.

You'll grow out of it

and so will Gitano, you'll see.

Supper.

Better wash up, son.

They won't take you to the Plaza

Gitano, they won't!

Rafael.

- Yes, Señor.

I have unpleasant news.

A letter from Señor Vargas.

It's about Gitano.

Uh huh.

Gitano.

He writes that it belongs

to the ranch.

I am instructed to have it

branded with the others.

This is not good, Señor Palma.

It is neither good nor just.

I know, amigo, ...

but what am I to do?

Nothing.

I will get him

while the boy's still at school.

with your permission.

That'd be very wise, Rafael.

Adios, aye.

- Adios.

Tomorrow we study

the years 1816 and 1817.

That's all for today.

The class is dismissed.

No, Gitano!

Come.

Gitano, Gitano.

Where are you?

Gitano!

Gitano! Gitano!

Leonardo, ...

Gitano is not ours anymore.

No! ...

No!!

No!!

Papa, is it true?

Did they take Gitano away?

Yes, he does not belong

to us anymore.

They took him away?

Son, you are crying.

You shame me with your tears.

I am not crying!

Where is he?

He's amongst the herd

with the rest of the calves.

Leonardo!

Yes?

Wait until after the branding.

Bring another one!

Aha, toro! Aha, Gitano!

Aye, Gitano!

Run, Gitano!

Aye, Gitano!

Aha Gitano!

Aye, toro, Gitano!

Aye, Gitano!

Mucho!

Aha, toro!

Careful of the horns.

I would hate to be the Picador

at the Tiento with this one!

This is the devil,

this one!

Hold him tight!

- Hold him.

Aye, mama.

The calf is not only brave,

he is noble.

It's hard to lose such an animal

It is hard, Señor Palma.

Gitano, come back.

Gitano!

Come back, Gitano!

Leonardo...

You must eat something.

One cannot grieve forever.

It is time for bed, Leonardo.

Sí, Maria.

Papa, please,

Can I go see Gitano?

Can I, Papa?

Leonardo, my son, it is better

that you forget Gitano.

But can't I, Papa?

Leonardo, the bull will cause

you sorrow one day.

It is in the nature of things

that when on loves too much,

one loses much.

Perhaps, someday you will

understand,

but for tonight, you may go.

Gracias, Papa!

What a burden of trouble we're

accumulating in this house.

Gitano, Gitano!

Gitano!

Gitano!

Gitano. Don't worry, Gitano.

You belong to me.

Children,...

be sure not to leave

anything on the ground.

Leonardo,

why aren't you eating?

I'm not hungry, Señora Sanchez.

Lunch is over children!

Leonardo!

After Allende and Hidalgo

had been k*lled,

the revolution

against Spain went on

under the leadership

of Morelos.

That's very good.

Who knows the dates of Morelos?

Leonardo? ...

Leonardo!

I don't know.

Alright, Federico.

Jose Maria Morelos,

hero of the w*r of Independence,

was born in 1765.

He was a priest.

In 1815, he was captured

by the Spanish

and brought

to Mexico City,

there he was ex*cuted.

That's fine, Federico.

That's all for today.

The class is dismissed.

Leonardo...

I have a letter for you.

It was addressed to me,

so I read it,

but it was meant for you.

What does it say? You read it,

you know what it says.

It says Don Alejandro

is indebted to your father

and his family.

It says the calf is to be yours,

as you and your father wish.

Gracias!

Leonardo!

Your books!

Señor Palma!

Señor Palma,

I have a letter for you!

What happened?!

A letter from Don Alejandro.

- From Don Alejandro?

Yes, it says that Gitano

belongs to us...

to Papa and me!

Read it, Señor Palma,

read it!

Is it not true, Señor Palma?

Gitano belongs to us!

True enough!

It couldn't be plainer,

Leonardo.

Clearly, the calf is yours.

Where is Gitano?

On the other side of the valley

with the other calves.

Gracias, Señor!

- Leonardo.

Yes?

- You better take a horse.

Haven't got time!

Gitano!

Gitano!

Gitano! Gitano!

I told you didn't I.

I'll never let them

take you away again.

Never, Gitanito.

Your best clothes, Leonardo,

on a Wednesday?

And the face...

so clean!

It's a Holy day.

- So.

It's the day for the blessing

of the animals.

I'm talking Gitano

to Father Valverde.

That Gitano!

Next he'll be going

to confession.

Move Burrito!

Move!

Do you want

to miss the blessing!?

Move Burrito!

Move!

Do you want

to roast in hell?

Move, move, Burrito!

On your knees, Gitano,

on your knees!

In His holy name,

I bless the innocent creatures

that you have brought

here today.

And I pray that you will treat

them with kindness.

and love them

as God does.

And this one,

being especially holy,

is doubly blessed.

Leonardo, you are late

for your dinner.

Momentito.

Where have you been, son?

Gitano's corral.

Did you find him

in good spirits?

Not feverish or complaining

about his food?

Oh, he's fine.

Not even a scratch

on his horn.

That's fine. Next week, Gitano

will be tested at the Tienta,

then everyone will know what

a brave bull he is.

Papa.

- Huh?

If Gitano passes his Tienta well,

uh, I mean bravely...

then couldn't we keep him

on the ranch as a seed bull?

My son,

he's a fighting bull.

It is in his nature to fight.

But if he's brave, Papa,

then wouldn't it

be better for him

to pass his bravery

onto his sons

instead of being k*lled in the

ring when he's only 4 years old?

He would have to be

very brave indeed.

But it he's brave, Papa,

can't we?

Leonardo, when he was born,

you saved his life.

When he was taken away,

you got him back.

If the bull is brave,

you may do with him

as you wish.

This hacienda has been

in our family over 200 years.

Fascinating!

To a successful Tienta.

To the beautiful

American señorita.

You know, for a man

who goes around k*lling bulls,

you're terribly nice.

The man who kills a bull

is a butcher,

a man who fights him

is an artist.

And our friend, Rivera,

happens to be

a very great artist indeed.

Gracias, Don Alejandro.

Call it art, if you like,

I still say it's very brutal.

- Alto!

- What is it?

It's one of our bulls!

Bulls on the highway,

very bad management.

Sound the horn.

Get back in your cars!

Get back!

It's dangerous!

He's squaring up

for another charge!

Olé!

No, no, Gitano!

Tonto, you fool!

Take that, Gitano!

You criminal!

Gitano, no Gitano!

You assassin!

You m*rder*r of automobiles!

You assassin!

Take that, Gitano, you...

Are you, ... are you

Don Alejandro Videgaray?

I am.

I am Leonardo Rosillo,

the son of Rafael Rosillo,

who has the honor to be one

of your vaqueros, Patron.

I'm delighted to meet you,

Leonardo.

My friends, Miss Randall,

Señor Rivera.

How do you do?

And now may I ask the name

of "your" friend?

This is Gitano.

It is the bull given to us

by yourself, Patron.

This bull has always been

a well behaved animal...

until today when he attacked

your automobile.

This is what comes of giving

animals away. I warned you.

The fenders have been hurt.

And the car has been blinded

in both headlights.

True...

but on the other hand,

It takes a very brave bull

to inflict such punishment.

Oh!

Oh, he's very brave, Patron.

He's to be tested tomorrow

at the tienta.

Now, as to the injuries, Patron,

we are poor,

but I shall work all my life

to pay for what this,

this unwise animal

has done today.

It is of no account, Leonardo.

I am always glad to see

a spirited bull and, uh,

as for the injuries, ...

don't worry.

I'll take care of it.

You are serious, Patron?

- Very serious...

but there is one more problem,

Leonardo.

Name it Patron, name anything.

It will be a great convenience

if you would remove your friend

so that we may

proceed to the ranch.

At once, Patron.

Quiet you bandit!!

All your life, Patron,

we'll be at you service.

Andale, criminal!

Hasta luego, Patron.

Hasta luego, Leonardo.

Hasta luego.

Frijoles... tacos... bueno.

Now, the tienta begins.

Watch!

To warm things up.

We always let the village boys

try out their cape work

with the female calves.

Maria, I've been given

permission to stand by

while the bulls are being tested

No, Manuel, you'll be hurt.

Nonsense!

Do you know who's up there

to watch my work?

Rivera himself!

Rivera?

- Up there, beside the señorita.

Salud!

She pays more attention to him

than to Don Alejandro.

Is that why you want to be

a matador, Manuel?

So rich girls will admire you?

I want no rich girls.

I want only you

and to be like him,

the greatest bullfighter

since Joselito.

And Joselito was k*lled.

- Gaona then.

Gaona was the greatest

of them all and he still lives.

And his whole body

full of scars.

Scars, ...

They are the glory of Mexico!

You say we are cruel

to the bull.

Yet, here at the tienta,

as you will see,

we simply test the two year old

animals for their courage.

The bull takes the pick

only once

and in three days,

he has healed completely.

I'm afraid we're just

not used to it.

My dear señorita,

you Americans knock each other

senseless in the prize ring

and that is not cruel.

Forty Englishmen

and a hundred dogs,

hunt down a little fox

and that isn't cruel.

Only the bullfight is cruel,

or is it?

Well the way you say it,

sounds reasonable enough

but still to an American...

I grant you an American

wouldn't understand.

We Mexicans are a different

and older race.

We know there is pain

in all life,

and that death

is never very far away,

but you,

your people are

always outraged at pain

and as for death,

I think you might pass a law

against it any day.

Palma!

Si, Señor?

- The first one.

Oh, I just know I'm not going

to understand any of it.

It's very simple.

- Now watch and I'll explain.

There is a picador.

He stands perfectly still

because the bull, if he is brave,

must charge of his own accord

without any goading.

Once in awhile, they even knock

the horse over,

although that's very rare

for two-year olds.

He is bluffing, why's it been

so long without a fight?

Mouse!

Aha toro!

That's no good, Don Alejandro.

Well, a little better.

Señor Palma,

no good, eh?

He might do

for a novillada

Oh no, no.

We couldn't send a creature

like that under our colors.

Put him down for beef.

You mean he's going to be k*lled

just because he doesn't

want to fight?

I think that's cruel.

Don't worry, Gitano.

The pick won't go in deep

and if it does, charge him.

Gitano! Olé, Gitano!

Now we have it!

Olé, Gitano!

Gitano, olé!

Gitano!

Olé, Gitano!

Aha Toro!

This bull, although it is not

listed as ranch property,

nevertheless it carries the

Videgaray brand and no other.

Gitano!

Alto, toro!

Manuel.

Manuel!

Manuel!

Mija.

- Manuel, Manuel!

Gitano, oh, Gitano!

I am so glad you have

been able to come.

Please darling, fetch me

a drink, will you?

Yes.

You find him interesting,

don't you?

Not really.

Well, whatever choice you make,

your heart will be broken.

Here we are, champagne.

Matador.

- Señorita.

Salud.

- Salud.

How is Manuel?

How is he?

He will get well,

but he will never be able

to work with the bulls again.

Maria... and Gitano did it.

Gitano did it.

Hush, Leonardo.

I'm sick in my heart

for Manuel,

for his pain

and his disappointment.

But I... I'm glad for it too.

- Glad?

This way, he lived with death

for only a moment.

But if he had become a matador,

he would have lived with death

all his life.

Now, he can live with life

and we can be married.

And if it had to be your Gitano

that saved him for me

and for himself,

then I think I shall love

Gitano from now on,

as much as you do.

And so señoras and señores,

Mexico's brilliant

young torero,

Fermin Rivera,

is circling the ring

after being awarded Spain's

world famous Golden Ears,

as the outstanding

matador of the year.

Today is another great triumph

for Fermin Rivera.

Two years ago, he won the

Golden Ears in Madrid.

Last year, the Rose of Guadalupe

here in the Plaza de Mexico.

Today, in this same plaza,

thousands of his admirers

defying all efforts

of the police,

are swarming into the ring

and carrying him

on their shoulders on the plaza.

And now I take great pride

in presenting our dear friend,

Señor De La Garza, Inspector

of our school district.

Friends,

we've come to

the most important part

of our little ceremony today.

Three of our students,

the largest graduation class

in the history of our school,

have today completed

their first six years

of their education.

Their parents have sacrificed

much to send them to school

through these six years.

And they themselves

have worked very hard.

I am honored now to present

the first diploma

to Maria Teresa Mendason.

Thank you.

- Congratulations

The second goes to

Leonardo Miguel Rosillo.

Congratulations

That's my son.

And the third and the last

to Frederico Sanchez Ventura.

Frederico, come here.

Amigo.

- SÍ.

Luis...

- What is it?

It was just today

it happened...

Leonardo, bring the diploma.

Look at the seal and ribbons.

Look at the fine ribbon.

His record, while not the best,

was good.

Out of the largest graduation

class in the history of Mexico,

he is still third.

The young people are smarter

these days, Rafael.

Yes, indeed!

You know something, Luis...

Where did he go?

Leonardo, give some wine

to Señor Lopez.

It isn't always

that we graduate.

Papa!...

Papa!

Attención, señores, the auction

of the Videgaray Estates

will now start.

Now, señores, this is a great

opportunity to buy

the bravest bulls

and the finest breeding stock

in all of Mexico.

Today and tomorrow

we will auction all properties

of the late

Alejandro Videgaray.

Tomorrow,

the prime four year olds,

certified and ready for the ring,

will be offered.

Included will be Cortijero,

Negrito, Gitano, Barbaroso,

and other sons

of the great Valiente.

These are the

last of the Videgaray brand.

Señores, come with me.

The auction will begin

with the ranch equipment.

Maria!

Papa!

Maria!

The letter says Gitano is mine!

Where is it?!

I can't remember.

I can't remember!

Come, Gitano!

Pobrecito.

Leonardo!

I have come for you!

Papa!

You must come home, son,

and bring the bull with you.

Two men are here with me.

You must come.

They have a paper

from the Alcalde.

We had a paper too.

We're being robbed!

Why are you afraid

of their paper?

Why do you cringe before them

like a dog?

I do what I must, like all men.

You will not insult me anymore,

I am your father.

Now pick up your things

and come.

Father

- Yes.

I'm grieving for what I said.

Now this is

a great opportunity.

This magnificent animal,

is the son of Valiente.

Gitano

Make me a bid.

Six thousand!

Six thousand?!

for this fine bull?!

Seven thousand!

Seven thousand pesos,

do I hear more?

Alright,

sold!

Señor!

Señor Vargas!

- Well, what is it?

That is our bull, given to us

by Don Alejandro.

You may not sell him!

He is not yours!

The court has ordered

all Videgaray bulls sold.

That animal carries

the Videgaray brand.

Señor, you cannot.

I forbid it!

Don Alejandro wrote us

a letter saying he was ours.

If that's so?

It's strange

he should carry

the Videgaray brand.

Uh, Pepe,

do you know anything

about a letter

changing title on Gitano?

At the tienta, he was listed

as a Videgaray bull.

You see,

I'm very busy now

and the bull has

already been sold.

If you have the letter,

I'll be glad to read it.

But I, I don't know

whether I have it.

It happened a long time ago.

No brand, no letter...

very careless.

Put the bulls in the trucks.

They leave

for Mexico City tonight.

Here.

We don't stop until we

get to the bullring?

Yeah.

Hey, chamaco,

you don't knock?

Perdoname, Señor,

I must go to Mexico

and I just thought maybe

there would be some room.

Ah, you thought well.

Sit down.

You live in these wilds?

Yes.

- Excuse me.

This is to be your first trip

to Mexico City?

Sí.

- Aye

You will like it.

I've lived there all my life.

I'm a native of Mexico City.

My father lives there, my

sister-in-law lives there

and my brother, everybody.

It is the most beautiful city

in the world.

Paris is a slum beside it.

Señor, you've been

to Paris, also?

Certainly not!

Now why should I go to Paris

when I already live

in Mexico City?

Aye

We'll be there

in the morning.

Good night, no snoring.

I'm a very light sleeper.

- Gitano.

Chamaco

Buenas Dias, chamaco.

Buenas Dias, señor.

We're coming into Mexico City!

Here ... take a look.

There it is.

Queen city

of the western world.

And what street did you say

it was, please?

The Paseo de la Reforma!

You must be a blockhead,

never to have heard

of the most famous boulevard

in the world!

And what is that?

Oh, muchacho,

what a donkey you are!

That is the monument

to our independence.

Really?

There it is, chamaco.

The Plaza de Mexico.

Absolutely the biggest bullring

in the world.

Gitano, Gitano.

Gitano,

it's going to be alright.

You stay here,

I'll take care of everything.

No.

Your case is not

very hopeful, chamaco.

The man who contracts with

these bulls, I know very well.

No.

I think your story

was not touching.

But who is he?

What is his name?

Well, chamaco...

he's Doctor Gaona,

the empresario,

a most vigorous man

with money.

But where can I find him?

Downtown at the ticket office,

at the Plaza de Mexico.

Gracias.

Chamaco,

it is almost noon.

The fights are at 4 o'clock!

You haven't much time!

- Gracias.

Hurry, chamaco.

- Muchas gracias, señor.

Hurry!

Señor, is Doctor Gaona here?

Where can I find Dr. Gaona?

- Allá!

Señor, is Dr. Gaona here?

- Isn't here.

But I must find him.

- Isn't here, I tell you!

I must find him.

- Go away, next please.

"And Juárez, the great Juárez,

as Presidente of Mexico,

always listened to the voice

of the Mexican people."

"No man was so humble

that the Presidente

did not hear him."

The Presidente,

the Presidente!

Hey, come back here!

Now, what's the rush?

- Please, señor,

where is Chapultepec Castle?

Castle? Why it's in Chapultepec

Park, of course.

Where's that?

- Way over there.

You can't miss it.

- Gracias, señor.

And watch yourself, chico.

I've come to see the Presidente.

Where is he, please?

of what?

The Presidente of Mexico,

that is.

I'm afraid you're

a little mixed up boy.

He does not live here.

But Juárez lived here

when he was Presidente.

True, but the castle

is now a museum.

Gracias.

- De nada.

Taco?

Taco, muchacho?

Excelsior, El Universal,

the news!

I'm looking for the Presidente

of Mexico.

Presidente of what?

Of Mexico.

I've got to see him.

Well, I guess you have

to go to the National Palace.

Where's the National Palace?

Keep right on down Juárez,

then it changes to Madero,

keep right on down Madero

til you come out

on the Zócalo.

Over to this end of it,

that's the cathedral.

Look right straight across,

that's the National Palace.

Gracias, señor.

- Por nada.

El Excelsior!

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

we take you to the Plaza Mexico

for our regular

Sunday afternoon broadcast

of the fights.

Atención, señores and señoras,

today the Plaza de Mexico

brings you a mano a mano

competition tour of Mexico's

greatest matadors.

Fermín Rivera

and Carlos Veras,

fighting four of the greatest

of the Videgaray bulls.

Cortijero, Gitano, Valeroso

and Negrito.

The Presidente?

The first fight,

señores and señoras,

Carlos Veras will fight

the 365 kilo Cortijero.

Olé!

El Presidente.

Were you looking for someone?

- Yes, if you please, señora,

I'm looking for the Presidente.

Oh, but it's Sunday, you see.

The offices are closed.

Closed?

But I must find him.

Today, the Presidente

is at his home, Los Pinos.

Oh... gracias.

The second fight,

señores and señoras,

Fermín Rivera will fight

the 370 kilo

Valeroso.

Halt!

What is it?

Is this where I can find

the Presidente?

What do you want

with the President?

It's about something

very important.

Could you tell me

how I could get into the house?

See the Officer of the Guard.

Can you tell me how

I can see the Presidente?

I'm afraid it can't be done.

But I've traveled so far.

Please help me!

But I tell you it's impossible.

Now run along.

Rivera performs with great beauty.

"Rivera is tremendous!

What a fight!

The bull is charging again.

A thousand pounds of danger

bearing down on Rivera.

He places..."

"Olé!

A magnificent set of passes!

The crowd is going wild!

Rivera is now lining up the bull

for the k*ll,

he plays the bull into position,

he raises his sword...

the perfect k*ll! Olé, Rivera!

Once again. Rivera has shown

that he is of the greats.

Listen to that roaring ovation!

Eighty five thousand people

paying tribute to the skill

and beauty of one man."

Are you looking for someone,

young man?

Señor Presidente?

Yes, are you lost?

No, Señor Presidente.

Señor...

Señor, I have traveled so far

to see you about Gitano.

Gitano?

- Yes,

It is the bull

of my father and me,

given to us

by Don Alejandro Videgaray.

Now they have taken my Gitano

to the Plaza de Toros

and he's going to be k*lled.

You must save him,

you must save him!

You must not let him die!

Señor, you must save Gitano!

Father Valverde himself

blessed him

and they cannot k*ll

a blessed animal.

They cannot k*ll him!

The third fight,

señores and señores,

Carlos Veras will fight

the 375 kilo

Negrito.

I cannot order Dr. Gaona

to save your bull, my son,

I can only ask him to

and hope that he will.

Here's your letter.

- Muchas gracias.

Gracias, Señor.

Muchas gracias!

You must hurry, Leonardo,

if you are to be in time.

Gracias, Señor and my father

will pray for you every day.

I shall need his prayers.

Quick!

Where is Dr. Gaona?

Gracias.

The fourth fight,

señores and señores,

Fermín Rivera will fight

the 385 kilo

Gitano.

Please, Señor,

where is Dr. Gaona?

Dr, Gaona,

I have a letter for you.

Oh please, after.

But Dr. Gaona, it's important.

Oh! come quick!

Don't open number four!

Chamaco.

Gitano is a fine bull.

Very noble bull, chamaco.

The bull doesn't seem to tire.

To have had such a bull,

that alone is enough.

Rivera's placing

his own banderines.

Heh hey.

Heh hey.

Heh hey.

He begins his run.

Heh hey,

heh hey.

We have reached the tercio

of death

and Rivera must take

the muleta and the sword.

He's dedicating the k*ll

to the public.

Heh hey...

The muleta work

is phenomenal!

Rivera is magnificent.

Rivera works too close

to the bull.

He catches Rivera.

The braid is ripped.

But he's alright!

He's sighting the bull

for the k*ll.

He misses!

Ladies and gentlemen, this

Gitano's a truly wonderful bull.

He doesn't hook,

he charges clean,

but he holds his head

too high.

The blade cannot

to home.

Rivera is down!

Berniño and Conitas are there

with their capes.

Berniño takes him away.

Rivera is not gored!

"Indulto, indulto!"

Wait a minute...

somewhere I hear people

beginning to call for an indulto

They wish the bull to be spared.

That's very unlikely.

The only indulto I remember

was in Monterrey in 1937.

Indulto! Indulto! Indulto!

Our fifteen minutes for the

tercio of death is almost over.

Rivera sights!

Rivera was not ready

and the bull charged!

Reviño takes the bull away

and Rivera rises.

Rivera was not gored!

Gitano is the noblest bull

I've ever seen.

Indulto! Indulto!

Indulto, indulto!

Up in the President's box,

the officials are conferring.

Rivera's sighting again.

"INDULTO! INDULTO!")

Atención! Atención!

The indulto has been granted!

Gitano!

Gitano!

Gitano!

Gitano!

Now we can live, Gitano.

My little gypsy.

Now we can live.