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My maid Ramona's daughter. She's a little animal.
Come down.
How like your aunt you are, even in your walk.
I know, Uncle, you've told me that already.
You see, even the voice.
I'm going to make you a nun's cake. It will make your mouth water.
You are spoiling me too much. I won't know what to do with myself when you've gone.
Only because you want it.
What do you mean?
Nothing. I didn't say anything.
How did you know about that?
Oh, some years ago I heard my mother talking about it. But is it true?
Yes, it is.
Don't you ever see him?
Never.
How could anybody behave like that?
Sometimes these things happen because of inexperience. Sometimes it's because of...
Evil.
And what do you know about life? When all is said and done you couldn't possibly understand.
His mother wanted to keep him. She came from a poor family. I was in love with your aunt. I would like to have acknowledged him but I was afraid of losing her. That's why I didn't say anything.
And this innocent child.
Don't worry. He won't be forgotten.
You must think I am a monster.
No, but what a pity life is like that.
No, Uncle; ashes mean penance and death.
Then it's penance for you who are going to be a nun; and for me, who am old, it's death ...
If you like, I will come with you tomorrow to the village when you leave.
Thank you, Uncle.
This evening we must do something special by way of a farewell.
Whatever you like.
I should like you to do something for me. It's an innocent sort of thing but I'm very set on it.
Today I can refuse you nothing.
How strange you are! When I asked you to do this favor for me you refused. You seemed almost offended. And now, here you are, making me so very happy all of a sudden. Thank you, my child!
I don't like masquerading, but as you see I decided to give in to your whim.
You must think I'm mad.
No, Uncle, and now I'm pleased to have been able to do this favor, because, although I didn't think so at first, you are really a good man.
If you only knew ... When I was young I was full of idealism. I wanted to do something on a big scale for others, something to show my great love for humanity. But as soon as I tried to do something about it, I became afraid that I would be laughed at and I felt like a fool ... and so I went back into my shell.
Wasn't that cowardice?
No, it isn't that, I can assure you. I wouldn't be afraid in the face of real danger. I've proved that to myself. On the other hand, if a stranger visited me simply to say hello, I'd be alarmed.
Uncle, you mustn't think that I won't be sad to leave you.
It's up to you entirely. Don't leave, then ...
Unfortunately ...
It's my fault. If I'd come to see you more often, if I'd invited you here for holidays, maybe everything would be different.
Maybe ...
Yes, I don't want you ever to leave this house.
You must be out of your mind. I've been so happy these last few days now you've spoiled it all.
Leave us alone, Ramona.
Don't go!
You're lying.
No, it's true. Last night when you were sleeping, I had you all to myself.
Think about it. Don't hurry. Think it over.
Go away! Leave me alone.
Let me pass!
You must listen to me before you go.
I've listened to you long enough. Let me out.
All that I said just now was a lie. I said it so you wouldn't leave. I only molested you in my thoughts ... I can't bear to have you leave me, hating me like this. Tell me you believe what I'm saying and I'll let you go.
You disgust me... even if what you say is true.
Then you won't forgive me?
So much the better. We'll all fit. How many floors are there?
Two.
Are there many windows?
Lots. It's got balconies and two big towers.
Then it's a respectable house.
When I wasn't so miserable I used to sell pigs. Begging your pardon, I was more honest than my holy Mother.
So you didn't come from the poorhouse!
No, miss. Smoking makes him spit and feel ill.
Smoking makes me feel ill? It's these filthy fag ends. I won't mention in this company what's upsetting you.
They've got a real hen house here! You can't hear yourself speak.
Tell me the answer to this! What bird lays eggs in a barn?
Don Amalio!
What's that?
Enedina and Paco ...
What about them?
They're playing games behind the couch ...
Which couch?
That one.
Take me there.
Really, Don AMALIO, there's not much point in making a fuss.
I'll come to you tonight.
No, the children sleep with me.
Give them to Refugio.
No, I don't want to because they yell. And I've got news for you too.
Then I'll get you in the fields tomorrow ...
Keep quiet. These miserable brats only get in the way.
You'd like me to kill them?
Didn't you say you know how to make vanilla pudding?
Yes, yes.
Stop this, stop this.
Let me go, Don Amalio, I'll tear her apart.
Where's the camera?
It's a present from my parents.
Good times.
Drum banging real times.
She's dead.
It was an accident!
Fucking desert.
Fish, I'm really sorry. I just...I owe you man. Desert.
Right.
That's right.
Shut up Micheal.