A Time to Die (Tiempo de morir)

I want to talk to the boss.

My father died long ago.

How can I help you?

I am Juan Sáyago.

Follow me.

Diego Martín, God bless his soul, said to me:

"Come and see me,"

when you've done your time,

"you'll have your job back."

When did you last have news from here?

14 years ago, when my mother died.

You don't know the dead man's sons want revenge?

What did you say?

I'm warning you, Juan Sáyago.

I've spent 18 years in jail, mister,

one after another.

No man can be worth more than that.

Raúl Moscote's sons want you to pay twice for their father.

Neither he nor I have two lives.

Neither have I.

So take your feud away from here.

If you wish.

Just give me back my horse.

Your horse?

Yes, my horse.

I left it here when I was arrested.

I don't doubt it. But you expected to find it here after 18 years?

Diego Martín promised

I'd have another on my return.

Look! There's my saddle.

I never had time to use them.

They just need a bit of a polish.

Juan.

My father was fond of you. I'll give you another horse.

On one condition:

You get the hell out of here.

This is where I live, mister.

And this is where I'll stay.

So I'll leave the horse here for now.

Can I take the saddle?

It's yours.

But it won't be any use to you.

In 24 hours... you'll be a dead man.

I don't believe what I see

and even less what I hear.

Good day.

Good day.

Juan?

Juan!

Friend!

How old we've grown!

We're ready to enter the other world.

What will you have?

The usual.

What's the problem, young man?

The bridle is broken, it was very old.

Let's see. It's not the end of the world.

Use mine in the meantime.

It's silver.

Of the best kind. They're not like that anymore.

It's a loan. You'll give it back some time.

Take it, kid, or my friend will take offence.

Let me buy you a drink.

Have fun with people your own age, don't waste your time with two old men.

I'll be seeing you.

Thanks, mister.

Leave your address here, so I can give it back.

He's the youngest son of Raúl Moscote.

That boy?

He's as tough as his elder brother.

Lucky he wasn't here,

because he remembers what you look like.

Go away, my friend.

It's not fun to swap jail for the cemetery.

We'll see if those scoundrels have the guts.

They've got plenty of guts.

And they don't believe the story that Juan Sáyago is bullet-proof.

My quarrel is not with them.

My quarrel is about 18 lost years.

What's become of Mariana?

She got married, had a son and was left a widow.

She lives with her son, at the place where the convent was,

at the back of the church.

She doesn't go out much.

They say she lives in a world of her own.

Coming!

Coming!

I'm very thirsty.

I was dying to see you.

I must look like a mess.

You know how it is around here.

When did you arrive?

About an hour ago.

I haven't had time to wash.

I have the keys to your house. Sit down, please.

Godknows how you'll find your house.

No one has looked after it since your mother died.

Marcial, my husband,

took care to lock it and kept the keys.

In case you came back one day.

Thank you.

Thank Marcial, God bless his soul.

He looked after your mother in her last few months.

So I heard.

He was a good man.

Juan, when are you leaving?

I'm not planning to.

You could go to San Mateo.

Marcial had some friends who would help you.

I haven't slept for a week.

Your life's in danger here!

So what's new?

Thanks for everything, Mariana.

Why are you so late?

Nothing.

My bridle broke.

Someone lent it to me,

while I repair mine.

Who was he? What was he like?

A nice fellow.

He's tall and sturdy, with penetrating eyes

and a slow voice.

I think so. I'd have to look at him again.

It was Juan Sáyago. He was due back one of these days.

No, man.

It wasn't him.

He was a nice man.

Don't be silly. I've been keeping track of time.

I had a hunch, now I know.

Let's go and get him.

Pedro, Julián!

What do you want for lunch?

Anything.

Here he is, Mayor.

How are you? I was looking for you.

You look well. You haven't aged at all.

Let's go.

Where to?

Let's go. For a walk.

It is my duty to protect you.

Thank you, Mayor. But I have no quarrels with anyone.

Let me tell you something in good faith:

If I hear one shot in this village, I'll put you away.

I'll pull down your trousers and give you a good hiding.

Yes, sir.

His time has come.

From now on, he's on borrowed time.

What are we going to do?

You just wait.

You're drinking too much.

I'm hungry and you should eat too.

Real men don't need food!

I don't like this guy!

Don't look at him!

Guess who's in the village.

Who?

Juan Sáyago. Come and see him.

We've fought hard to live in peace.

My duty is to keep law and order.

Especially after so many years of violence.

I dreamt of scorpions the other night. Bad omen...

So you pack your bags and go...

or you'll rot in jail here.

What are the charges?

Only to protect you.

You can't lock me up without charges.

I've heard about him all my life...

and now I don't even recognise him.

I imagined him like a criminal.

- He doesn't seem bad. - No, he doesn't.

But I never knew my father because of him.

Shall we go to the cinema?

Come.

Don't you feel sorry for him?

Feeling sorry won't bring my father back.

Revenge won't either.

Don't put ideas in my head.

He killed Raúl Moscote and he'll pay for it.

I'm scared.

Don't worry. It'll be all right.

"María Candelaria" (1944)

Demetrio.

God evening.

Where were you?

We went to see a ghost.

You're breaking the law.

Order comes before the law.

You've nowhere to go and I'm offering you my hospitality.

Sleep well.

And if you want to go, feel free.

It's a clear warning:

The king will kill the knight with a silver bullet...

here.

Which one are you?

Go to hell!

What else do you see?

These are you three. That's all I can tell you.

I don't know which one is you.

I wish I knew which one is me.

There is a way of knowing.