| Episode 74 | ||
| Juan: Como estas? Mónica: Bien. Juan: Fray Domingo ya me entrego la carta de mi padre. Pasado mañana oficialmente sere de nuevo Juan de Alcazar. Le avisas tu a Dona Prudencia que vas a dejar el cuarto... o prefieres que lo haga yo? (Commercial) Juan: Tienes que volver conmigo, Monica. (walks toward her) Eres mi esposa! Mónica: Me gustaria que me dieras un poco de tiempo para pensarlo. Juan: No hay nada que pensar! Mónica: Pues yo quiero pensarlo! Aun no he decidido si te acepto de nuevo o no. Juan: Me aceptaste a noche... Mónica: Es muy poco delicado de tu parte! ... (Juan is already apologizing...) Juan: Perdon!... Lo que quiero decir es que tu y yo nos seguimos queriendo. No hay ninguna razon para que sigamos separados!... Mónica: Y Andres? (turning away from him and walking a few steps away...) Juan: Me he rehusado a levantar una denuncia por el robo de la carta de mi padre... precisamente porque no quiero perjudicarlo. Ni a el... ni a Doņa Sofia! Mónica: Y crees que con eso se va a sentir conforme? Juan: No me importa si se conforma o no! No es DIOS para decidir sobre los demas! (Monica goes to him, they embrace and he is showing lots of emotional support) Mónica: Es que tengo miedo!... Juan: Olvida eso... Deja que yo me encargue (makes her look up at him) ..Monica!... confia en mi!... (she puts her head on his shoulder) descansa en mi... Mónica: Entonces prometeme... jurame!... que haga lo que haga no responderas a sus provocaciones. Juan: Depende el tipo de provocacion, Monica... Mónica: No importa! Sea cual fuere... juramelo!.. Juan: (pulls her off his shoulder just enough to look right at her eyes...) No puedes pedirme eso! No es justo! A veces pienso que mi error fue haber sido demasiado tolerante. Trate de ponerme en su lugar para saber lo que el siente. Y tambien aunque no lo haya querido admitir antes, influyo el hecho de que es mi hermano. Mónica: Precisamente por eso, Juan. Si el no piensa que ambos son hijos del mismo padre, y tampoco tiene la prudencia necesaria... tu que eres mayor y mas consciente... Juan: De acuerdo!... pero todo tiene un limite!... Si yo le hubiera dado un escarmiento puede que la situacion no hubiera llegado a este punto. A veces la tolerancia se entiende como debilidad. Mónica: Andres no puede pensar eso de ti. Lo que pasa es que sigue siendo un niño mimado, acostumbrado a tenerlo todo con solo extender la mano. Juan: Ya lo se!... pero tiene que aprender a respetar a los demas! Tambien tu y yo somos seres humanos! Tenemos derecho a vivir tranquilos y en paz! Nadie puede pasar sobre nosotros por mas dinero.. o influencias que tenga! Mónica: Juan (turning and walking away from him again) ... solo respondeme a una pregunta. Supongamos que Andres, con cualquier pretexto, te rete de nuevo a un duelo... Si mueres la vida para mi no tendria sentido, ya lo sabes!... Pero en el caso de que ganaras,... podrias vivir tranquilo sabiendote responsable de la muerte de tu propio hermano?(Juan thinks looking down and away) Mónica: (turns to him) Se sincero, por favor.. Juan: (Juan takes another moment to think, then turns to Monica with teary eyes) No! Pero prefiero sufrir esa pena hasta el dia de mi muerte... que apartarte de mi lado... (walks to her quickly and holds her by the waist, they are REALLY close now, maybe six inches between their eyes) Entiendelo, Monica. Me haces falta... como el aire!.. Ni un solo instante te he apartado de mi cabeza. Puedo estar pensando en otras cosas pero siempre estas ahi, conmigo! Metida en mi mente, en mi alma! Y aun si tu no sintieras lo mismo... (very determined stare) soy tan egoista... que te obligaria!... y si fueras de otro... te robaria! Te lo juro! (very serious but very controlled too) Mónica: No me digas eso, por favor... porque lo haces todo mas dificil. Juan: Te lo digo porque es lo que siento... y porque quiero que te quites de la cabeza esa idea absurda de no volver conmigo. No lo voy a permitir, Monica. Entiendelo... (very tender and soft kiss) |
Juan: How are you? Mónica: Fine. Juan: Fray Domingo gave me my father's letter. The day after tomorrow I will officially be Juan de Alcazar again. Will you inform Dona Prudencia that you will leave the room... or do you prefer that I do it? (Commercial) Juan: You must come back to me, Monica.(walks toward her) you are my wife! Mónica: I'd like you to give me some time to think about it. Juan: There's nothing to think about! Mónica: Well I want to think about it! I haven't decided yet if I will accept you again or not. Juan: You did last night... Mónica: It's a bit sensitive on your part ! ... (Juan is already apologizing...) Juan: Sorry!... What I'm trying to say is that you and I still love each other. There's no reason to keep being separated!... Mónica: And Andres? (turning away from him and walking a few steps away...) Juan: I refused to press charges for stealing my father's letter... precisely because I don't want to harm him. Neither him... nor Dona Sofia! Mónica: And you believe that with this he will feel vindicated? Juan: Idon't care if he does or not! He is not God to decide for the rest of us! (Monica goes to him, they embrace and he is showing lots of emotional support) Mónica: It's that I'm afraid!... Juan: Forget about it... Let me take care of it (makes her look up at him) ..Monica!... trust me!... (she puts her head on his shoulder) lean on me... Mónica: Then promise me ... swear it to me!... that no matter what he does you won't respond to his provocations. Juan: It depends on the kind of provocation, Monica... Mónica: It doesn't matter! Whatever it may be... Swear it!.. Juan: (pulls her off his shoulder just enough to look right at her eyes...) You can't ask me that! it's not fair! Sometimes I think that my mistake was that I've been too tolerant. I tried to put myself in his shoes to know what he feels. And also, even though I didn't want to admit it before I was influenced by the fact that he is my brother. Mónica: Exactly because of that, Juan. If he doesn't think that you two are sons of the same father, and hasn't got the necessary sense either... you who are older and more conscientious... Juan: Fine!...But everything has a limit!... If I had given him a lesson, things might not have come to this. Sometimes tolerance is viewed as weakness. Mónica: Andres can't think that of you. What happens is that he is still a spoilt child, used to getting everything simply by extending his hand. Juan: I know that!... But he has to learn to respect the others! You and I are human too! We have the right to live quietly and peacefully! Nobody can walk all over us because he has more money or power! Mónica: Juan (turning and walking away from him again) ... just answer me one question. Let's suppose that Andres, with some pretext, challenges you to another duel... If you died, life would have no meaning for me, you already know that!... But in case you won,... would you be able to live in peace knowing that you were responsible for the death of your own brother? (Juan thinks looking down and away) Mónica: (turns to him) Be sincere, please.. Juan: (Juan takes another moment to think, then turns to Monica with teary eyes) No! But I prefer to carry this burden until the day I die... to getting separated from you... (walks to her quickly and holds her by the waist, they are REALLY close now, maybe six inches between their eyes) Understand it, Monica. I miss you... like the air! Not for one moment did I take you out of my head. I can be thinking of other things but you are always here, with me! In my mind, in my soul! And even if you didn't feel the same way... (very determined stare) I'm so selfish... that I would force you!... and if you belonged to someone else... I would steal you from him! I swear it! (very serious but very controlled too) Mónica: Don't tell me that, please... because you make it all the more difficult. Juan: I tell you because it's what I feel... and because I want you to get this absurd idea of not coming back to me out of your head. I won't let it happen, Monica. Understand it... |
