Give something to the boys.
"The Two Turtles"
Here's the greatest toreador in all Spain.
Serve him a bottle of my best wine.
Sit down, please.
Vincente.
- Go and release a bull into the arena. - Now?
Yes, immediately!
You are crazy, seņor.
Don't answer back, do what I ask you.
How?
- Have you prepared tomorrow's bullfight? - Yes.
So choose the best bull.
What does the card say? What do you read?
Answer, Mother, I ask you.
What destiny do you predict?
Yes, I suspect, I know it.
Too much obsession with the one who is dead
and dishonor in the profession of your son.
You answer now?
It is not necessary to be popular,
it's enough to be a man.
The profession of toreador was worthy enough for my father.
But you are not like him.
Enough! Enough comparisons!
I'm not like him,
but you can thank God for that!
He was a poor wretch!
Don't talk like that!
You deny your race.
I curse it!
Forgive me, Mother.
I have nothing to forgive you for, Juanito.
Good luck! Good luck, Matador!
For the lady.
I dedicate the death of this bull to Pandora.
I want to offer a show as great as my love for you
and as beautiful as your face.
Knowing your eyes watch me I will fight like no one has before me.
I dance for Pandora!
Dancing for you!
He is alive!
He's here! But I killed him!
He is alive!
Leave me alone!