| Episode 69 | ||
| Don Noel: Aprovecho para ir al ayuntamiento. Me dio
mucho gusto verte, Monica. Mónica: Igualmente, Don Noel. (DN leaves...) Juan: Meche, espera en la cocina. Mónica: Prefiero que se quede! Juan: Esta bien.. (is standing aside) Mónica: Y bien, que me quieres decir?? Juan: No te duele la herida? Mónica: Casi no. Juan: Siento mucho lo que paso. (pause) Ya se que tuve la culpa. (another pause) Que piensas hacer con la casa? La vas a vender? Mónica: No, ojala pudiera conseguir rapido un comprador, pero no creo que sea facil. La vez pasada no se presento ninguno. Juan: Marcelo Romero me dijo que en un mes a mas tardar la va a desocupar. De todos modos el dinero de la renta es tuyo. Se lo puedes pedir. Mónica: Gracias. Juan: (Juan sits down by her,leans toward her, whispering...) Monica... vuelve conmigo! Mónica: Ya no, Juan. Juan: Monica!, sabes perfectamente porque actue de esa manera! Mónica: Si! Pero yo no deseo volver contigo. Juan: Porque te resistes? Yo se que sigues queriendome. Mónica: No seas presuntuoso. Juan: Meche, ve a la cocina! Mónica: No! (Juan gives up on being courteous, gets up and drags Meche by the arm toward the kitchen) Mónica: (gets mad at Juan) Eres un autoritario, eres un impositivo y no tienes ningun derecho!! Lo nuestro se acabo, que no entiendes? Juan: Vas a casarte con Andres? Mónica: No. Juan: Porque? Mónica: Esta bien, te lo voy a explicar. Se perfectamente que la culpa no es tuya. Pero desde que te conoci, por varias circumstancias, no ha habido paz en mi vida. Y ha llegado el momento en el que quiero vivir tranquila. Juan: Entiendo... y te doy la razon!... pero te prometo que... Mónica: Por favor, no prometas lo que no puedes cumplir!! No dudo que tengas las mejores intenciones! Pero eso no va a ser posible. Juan: Si lo dices por Andres!... Mónica: Ay, lo digo por los dos!! No quiero ser el pretexto para que ustedes sigan hostigandose. Juan: Podemos irnos lejos! Mónica: Una vez yo te lo propuse! ... me dijiste que la distancia no impediria que Andres continuara con su acoso. Juan: Es por eso que no quieres regresar conmigo?? Porque tienes miedo que EL me siga provocando?? Mónica: Tu tambien lo provocas! Lo hiciste el dia en que nos encontraste en la calle, luego al meterte en su casa de esa manera!! Juan: (Juan gets close to her, goes back to impatient whisper stuffed with lots of passion in the voice) Porque necesitaba hablar contigo, pedirte perdon. Decirte que te quiero mas que a mi vida. (caresses her arm slowly from behind) Monica, te amo!... Mónica: Ya Basta! Porque no puedes aceptarlo? Juan: Porque no es justo que nos sacrifiquemos por una venganza estupida!! Ya estoy harto de Andres, y de toda su familia!! Mónica: Y yo tambien estoy harta!, pero de los dos!! Me echaste de tu lado para no hacerme sufrir! Y ahora que estoy resignada, vuelves a insistir!... a atormentarme!! (he grabs her by the waist from behind, she turns around toward him mad.) Mónica: Ay, no te atrevas, Juan!! Siquiera una vez en tu vida comportate como un caballero!! Juan: Nunca lo he sido. Asi me quisiste. Mónica: Eso es... te quise.. pero ya no... Juan: (staring at her very passionately) No te creo... estas temblando... Mónica: (she shakes loose...) Ay, prepotente!... antipatico!... (KNOCK,KNOCK) Juan: (still whispering anxiously) Estoy desesperado, Monica! Te quiero conmigo! Mónica: Estan tocando. Juan: (instantly irritated) Que TOQUEN!! Ya se que me equivoque contigo!! Estoy dispuesto a lo que sea con tal de que me perdones!!... (Mariana, from outside): Puedes, Papa? (Monica leaves toward the kitchen... Juan gets discouraged and opens the door) Mariana: Buenos Dias. Juan: (very cold toward her) Si vienes a buscar a tu papa, no esta. (Monica comes out) Mónica: Que tal, Mariana. Mariana: Señora!!, no sabia que estaba aqui. Mónica: Ya ves!, pero ya me voy. Mariana: Que le paso en el brazo? Mónica: Nada serio. Gusto en verte. (to Juan) Hasta luego. (Juan tries to stop her by blocking the way...) Juan: Te acompaņo. Mónica: Te lo agradezco, pero mejor no. Si me ven en la calle contigo podrian imaginarse lo que no es. Con permiso. (Juan tries to stop her again putting his arm across her way, she pushes it off hers.) Juan: Monica... (after a moment, he lets her go by ... Monica leaves) Mariana: Tiene razon!!. Juan: Me vas a disculpar pero... tengo cosas que hacer. (tries to leave after Monica) Mariana: Por favor!... solo un momento!. Prometiste que hablariamos!!... (Juan gives up trying to get rid of her to go after Monica) |
Don Noel: I'll use this opportunity to go to the
Town Hall. It was great seeing you, Monica. Mónica: Same here, Don Noel. (DN leaves...) Juan: Meche, wait in the kitchen. Mónica: I'd rather she stayed! Juan: Alright. (is standing aside) Mónica: Well, what is it you want to tell me? Juan: Doesn't your wound hurt you? Mónica: Hardly. Juan: I'm very sorry about what happened. (pause) I know that it was my fault. (another pause) What are you plaaning to do with the house? Will you sell it? Mónica: No, if only I could find a buyer soon, but I don't think it will be easy. The previous time no one came out. Juan: Marcelo Romero told me that he will move in a month at the latest. Anyway the money from the rent is yours. You can ask it from him. Mónica: Thanks. Juan: (Juan sits down by her,leans toward her, whispering...) Monica... come back to me! Mónica: No, Juan. Juan: Monica! You know exactly why I acted that way! Mónica: Yes! But I don't wish to come back to you. Juan: Why do you resist? I know that you still love me. Mónica: Don't be conceited. Juan: Meche, go to the kitchen! Mónica: No! (Juan gives up on being courteous, gets up and drags Meche by the arm toward the kitchen) Mónica: (gets mad at J) You are self-assertive! You are imposing yourself and you have no right! What we had is over, can't you understand that?. Juan: Are you going to marry Andres? Mónica: No. Juan: Why? Mónica: Alright, I'll explain it to you. I know very well that it is not your fault. But ever since I met you, for varuious reasons, I've had no peace in my life. And there's come the time where I want to live in peace. Juan: I understand that... and you're right!... But I promise you that que... Mónica: Please don't promise what you can't deliver! I don't doubt that you have the best intentions! But this won't be possible. Juan: If you're saying that because of Andres... Mónica: Ay, I;m saying it for both of you! I don't want to be the excuse for you two to keep on hurting each other. Juan: We can go far from here! Mónica: I suggested it once! ... You told me that the distance wouldn't prevent Andres from going on with his pursuit. Juan: Is that why you don't want to come back to me? Because you're afraid that he will keep provoking me? Mónica: You provoke him too! You did it the day you met us in the street, then by entering his house that way! Juan: (Juan gets close to her, goes back to impatient whisper stuffed with lots of passion in the voice) Because I needed to talk with you, ask you to forgive me, tell you that I love you more than my own life. (caresses her arm slowly from behind) Monica, I love you!... Mónica: That's enough! Why can't you accept that? Juan: Because it's not fair that we should sacrifice ourselves for a stupid revenge! I'm tired of Andres and of his whole family! Mónica: I'm tired too, but of both of you! You threw me out of your life to keep me from suffering! And now that I've resigned to that, you go back to insisting!...in tormenting me! (he grabs her by the waist from behind, she turns around toward him mad.)Ay, don't you dare, Juan! At least for once in your life behave like a gentleman! Juan: I've never been one. You loved me like that. Mónica: That's it...I loved you.. but not any more... Juan: (staring at her very passionately) I don't believe you ...you're trembling... Mónica: (she shakes loose...) Ay, prepotente!... antipathetic!... (KNOCK,KNOCK) Juan: (still whispering anxiously) I'm desperate, Monica! I want you with me! Mónica: They're knocking. Juan: (instantly irritated) Let them knock! I know that I made a mistake with you! I'm willing to do anything so that you forgive me!... (Mariana, from outside): Are you free, Dad? (Monica leaves toward the kitchen... Juan gets discouraged and opens the door) Mariana: good morning. Juan: (very cold toward her) If you've come for your father, he's not here. (Monica comes out) Mónica: How are you Mariana? Mariana: Senora!! I didn't know that you were here. Mónica: What do you know! But I was just leaving. Mariana: What happened to your arm? Mónica: Nothing serious. It was nice seeing you. (to Juan) See you later. (Juan tries to stop her by blocking the way...) Juan: I'll walk you. Mónica: Thank you, but I'd rather you didn't. If they see me in the street with you they might get the wrong idea. If you excuse me. (Juan tries to stop her again putting his arm across her way, she pushes it off hers.) Juan: Monica... (after a moment, he lets her go by ... Monica leaves) Mariana: She's right!. Juan: You'll have to excuse me but I have things to do. (tries to leave after Monica) Mariana: Please!... just a moment! You promised that we'd talk!... (Juan gives up trying to get rid of her to go after Monica) |
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