Viridiana

DON AMALIO: Where's the camera?

ENEDINA: It's a present from my parents.

DON AMALIO: Stop this, stop this.

ENEDINA: Let me go, Don Amalio, I'll tear her apart.

DON AMALIO: Didn't you say you know how to make vanilla pudding?

ENEDINA: Yes, yes.

DON AMALIO: Keep quiet. These miserable brats only get in the way.

ENEDINA: You'd like me to kill them?

DON AMALIO: I'll come to you tonight.

ENEDINA: No, the children sleep with me.

DON AMALIO: Give them to Refugio.

ENEDINA: No, I don't want to because they yell. And I've got news for you too.

DON AMALIO: Then I'll get you in the fields tomorrow ...

DON AMALIO: Take me there.

POCA: Really, Don AMALIO, there's not much point in making a fuss.

DON AMALIO: Which couch?

POCA: That one.

POCA: Don Amalio!

DON AMALIO: What's that?

POCA: Enedina and Paco ...

DON AMALIO: What about them?

POCA: They're playing games behind the couch ...

DON AMALIO: They've got a real hen house here! You can't hear yourself speak.

POCA: Tell me the answer to this! What bird lays eggs in a barn?

POCA: No, miss. Smoking makes him spit and feel ill.

DON AMALIO: Smoking makes me feel ill? It's these filthy fag ends. I won't mention in this company what's upsetting you.

DON AMALIO: When I wasn't so miserable I used to sell pigs. Begging your pardon, I was more honest than my holy Mother.

POCA: So you didn't come from the poorhouse!

DON AMALIO: So much the better. We'll all fit. How many floors are there?

POCA: Two.

DON AMALIO: Are there many windows?

POCA: Lots. It's got balconies and two big towers.

DON AMALIO: Then it's a respectable house.

DON JAIME: 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.

VIRIDIANA: You disgust me... even if what you say is true.

DON JAIME: Then you won't forgive me?

VIRIDIANA: Let me pass!

DON JAIME: You must listen to me before you go.

VIRIDIANA: I've listened to you long enough. Let me out.

DON JAIME: Think about it. Don't hurry. Think it over.

VIRIDIANA: Go away! Leave me alone.

VIRIDIANA: You're lying.

DON JAIME: No, it's true. Last night when you were sleeping, I had you all to myself.

DON JAIME: Leave us alone, Ramona.

VIRIDIANA: Don't go!

DON JAIME: Yes, I don't want you ever to leave this house.

VIRIDIANA: You must be out of your mind. I've been so happy these last few days -- now you've spoiled it all.

VIRIDIANA: Unfortunately ...

DON JAIME: 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.

VIRIDIANA: Maybe ...

VIRIDIANA: Uncle, you mustn't think that I won't be sad to leave you.

DON JAIME: It's up to you entirely. Don't leave, then ...

DON JAIME: 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.

VIRIDIANA: Wasn't that cowardice?

DON JAIME: 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.

DON JAIME: You must think I'm mad.

VIRIDIANA: 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.

DON JAIME: 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!

VIRIDIANA: I don't like masquerading, but as you see I decided to give in to your whim.

DON JAIME: I should like you to do something for me. It's an innocent sort of thing but I'm very set on it.

VIRIDIANA: Today I can refuse you nothing.

DON JAIME: This evening we must do something special by way of a farewell.

VIRIDIANA: Whatever you like.

DON JAIME: If you like, I will come with you tomorrow to the village when you leave.

VIRIDIANA: Thank you, Uncle.

VIRIDIANA: No, Uncle; ashes mean penance and death.

DON JAIME: Then it's penance for you who are going to be a nun; and for me, who am old, it's death ...

DON JAIME: You must think I am a monster.

VIRIDIANA: No, but what a pity life is like that.

DON JAIME: 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.

VIRIDIANA: And this innocent child.

DON JAIME: Don't worry. He won't be forgotten.

DON JAIME: How did you know about that?

VIRIDIANA: Oh, some years ago I heard my mother talking about it. But is it true?

DON JAIME: Yes, it is.

VIRIDIANA: Don't you ever see him?

DON JAIME: Never.

VIRIDIANA: How could anybody behave like that?

DON JAIME: Sometimes these things happen because of inexperience. Sometimes it's because of...

VIRIDIANA: Evil.

DON JAIME: And what do you know about life? When all is said and done you couldn't possibly understand.

DON JAIME: What do you mean?

VIRIDIANA: Nothing. I didn't say anything.

VIRIDIANA: I'm going to make you a nun's cake. It will make your mouth water.

DON JAIME: You are spoiling me too much. I won't know what to do with myself when you've gone.

VIRIDIANA: Only because you want it.

DON JAIME: How like your aunt you are, even in your walk.

VIRIDIANA: I know, Uncle, you've told me that already.

DON JAIME: You see, even the voice.

DON JAIME: Come down here, you scamp.

VIRIDIANA: Who is she?

DON JAIME: My maid Ramona's daughter. She's a little animal.

VIRIDIANA: Come down.

VIRIDIANA: You've been neglecting the farm, Uncle.

DON JAIME: In twenty years the grass has invaded everything. There are spiders all over the house except on the first floor. I hardly ever go out.

DON JAIME: Did you have so little interest in seeing me?

VIRIDIANA: To tell you the truth, not very much. I cannot lie. I respect you and I am grateful to you because I owe you everything materially, but otherwise ...

DON JAIME: You have no feelings toward ...

VIRIDIANA: No.

DON JAIME: How long are you staying?

VIRIDIANA: A very short while, Uncle. I've been given permission to stay only a few days.

DON JAIME: Was that difficult to get?

VIRIDIANA: No. Mother Superior told me to come.

VIRIDIANA: Yes, Uncle. How are you?

DON JAIME: I'm well ... The bus was late, wasn't it? ... What was the journey like?

VIRIDIANA: Excellent. What a charming, peaceful place, Uncle.

DON JAIME: You'll think you're still at the convent.

DON JAIME: Don't lie. You don't believe me either.

RAMONA: It's only that ... It's all very odd, sir.

DON JAIME: You believe me, don't you?

RAMONA: Yes, sir.

DON JAIME: The way she looked at me, Ramona! She hates me now. I think I've made a great mistake. She's going away, she's going away and nothing will stop her.

RAMONA: Speak to her again. Explain everything to her seriously.

DON JAIME: What for? She'll only look at me that way again ... I couldn't. You go. Perhaps she'll listen to you. Try to convince her.

RAMONA: But what can I say to her, sir?

DON JAIME: Tell her I lied, that I didn't take advantage of her.

DON JAIME: Why don't you speak to her, Ramona? Women are good at that sort of thing. Think of something that will make her stay a few more days. You are kind, Ramona! Speak to her. I know I don't need to offer you anything, but, if you're successful in this, I'll not forget you or your little girl.

RAMONA: But sir, what can I say to her? And why should she pay any attention to what a servant tells her?

DON JAIME: Sit down, woman, sit down. You like me, don't you?

RAMONA: I'd be really ungrateful, if I didn't like you, sir; you took me and my little girl in when I didn't know where to turn.

DON JAIME: Yes, yes, but there's no need to bring that up. How far are you prepared to help me?

RAMONA: Just say the word, sir, and I'll do anything.

DON JAIME: Sit down, I'm going to need your help.

RAMONA: What's the matter?

RAMONA: Why don't you ask her to stay on for a few days?

DON JAIME: I have asked her but she's ungrateful. Sometimes I feel like hitting her. When I talk to her about the convent, she turns to stone.

DON JAIME: Leave me now. You can go to bed.

RAMONA: Yes, sir. Good night.

ENEDINA: They told us you'd be back tomorrow ...

POCA: I didn't want to do it, Don Jorge. They made me ...

POCA: Is it all right?

ENEDINA: Yes.

POCA: Enedina's going to take a picture. So we'll have a souvenir.

ENEDINA: What will the lady say?

POCA: She won't even know.

ENEDINA: If everybody agrees, but to make a roast takes four hours.

JORGE: Hold on, Ramon! Is there time to make another trip?

FOREMAN: No, sir, it's nearly six o'clock. Okay, let's get a move on! When are you leaving?

JORGE: Tonight, but I'll be back tomorrow afternoon.

FOREMAN: Have you thought of what you want planted yet?

JORGE: The fields have been left so long; with a good manuring anything will grow.

FOREMAN: It's for wheat. We've always grown maize in the strip above the vegetables.

JORGE: And in the vegetable plot?

FOREMAN: That's good land.

JORGE: How much is that?

FOREMAN: Fifteen yards.

JORGE: That's fifteen by seven?

FOREMAN: That's it.

JORGE: Good.

VIRIDIANA: Ramona! Ramona!

HOBBLY: Quiet, my dove. Quiet, or I'll ...

VIRIDIANA: My God, what have you done to him!

HOBBLY: He was asking for it.

VIRIDIANA: But why? Why?

VIRIDIANA: It's very good.

HOBBLY: Thank you; but it's missing something.

VIRIDIANA: That doesn't matter; I like it.

HOBBLY: It won't take but a minute. It's a votive offering for a lady who was cured just when she was dying of fever. Our Lady of the Helpless granted her a favor.

VIRIDIANA: Do you have great devotion for the Virgin?

VIRIDIANA: Me?

HOBBLY: Come on, miss. Just so the Virgin can be really pretty.

LUCIA: You see how much you like her?

JORGE: That's life. Some people are brought together, others are separated. What can we do, if that's the way it happens?

JORGE: How in hell does it wind up?

LUCIA: I think I'd better go tomorrow.

JORGE: Don't be a fool! Why rush away from something which couldn't happen?

JORGE: She isn't my cousin.

LUCIA: It doesn't make any difference what she is: you like her.

JORGE: What are you thinking about?

LUCIA: That your cousin is more to your taste.

JORGE: Shouldn't I be? You, on the other hand ...

LUCIA: I'm bored. I'm alone all day and I don't know what to do.

JORGE: You should have enough to do in this house ... Come here and listen to this.

JORGE: What I do every day, but I want to do it earlier.

LUCIA: You're happy, aren't you!

JORGE: If you wake first, wake me up.

LUCIA: What are you going to do?

JORGE: So, Ramona!

LUCIA: Run and get something to mop it up with, quickly.

LUCIA: She's mad.

JORGE: No, not mad at all: she's rotten with religion.

LUCIA: Let her do what she wants. She doesn't bother us in any way. She minds her business and we ...

LUCIA: What's the matter with you?

JORGE: Nothing.

LUCIA: Why the bad temper?

JORGE: It's Viridiana. She's getting on my nerves.

LUCIA: Not in that way; you're always looking for company.

JORGE: Why do you say that? Perhaps the young girl is a bit jealous.

JORGE: Kill him.

LEPER: That will teach you not to bother me any more, you son of a bitch.

JORGE: I don't want you to untie me. Kill him and then I'll give you the money.

LEPER: Where's the dough?

JORGE: Kill him and I'll tell you. If I don't keep my word, you can kill me too. There are thousands of pesetas. Kill him, idiot!

LEPER: Me, rich? Come on!

JORGE: There's plenty of money in this house. Piles of it.

LEPER: Maybe afterwards he'll let me ...

JORGE: If you free me, you'll be a rich man ...

RAMONA: I don't know -- they've always been there.

JORGE: That's stupid! Plaster! It can still be used.

RAMONA: I don't know; I can't remember. But I'm sure he loved you.

JORGE: Why?

RAMONA: You wouldn't be here otherwise.

JORGE: These chairs are in good condition. With a little varnish and some new covers this one will be quite presentable.

JORGE: And this chest?

RAMONA: There are some curtains and drapes, but they're all very old.

RAMONA: I don't know, sir.

JORGE: One shouldn't be alone the whole time. I'm not like him, am I?

RAMONA: He was very good. Better than some people would think.

JORGE: Why did he kill himself?

VIRIDIANA: And ...your friend?

JORGE: She's left.

VIRIDIANA: Is she coming back?

JORGE: No.

VIRIDIANA: Why?

VIRIDIANA: Yes. Why?

JORGE: You can come and live again in the big house if you want. Now that I'm alone, I can settle down anywhere.

JORGE: Don't forget the meeting with the lawyer. The car will pick you up tomorrow morning.

VIRIDIANA: I'll be ready.

JORGE: Do you intend to stay here for some time?

VIRIDIANA: Are they going to work here too?

JORGE: Don't worry. Nobody's going to disturb you.

JORGE: There's no point in helping some of them when there are so many others.

VIRIDIANA: I know perfectly well how little I can do. What I want to do is give passing beggars a roof, some food, and a bit of human warmth.

JORGE: Is that all you're going to devote your life to?

VIRIDIANA: I'm not sure yet. I've had a shock recently, and I'm only beginning to get over it. Perhaps I'll go back to the convent one day.

JORGE: What are you doing here? Get out.

VIRIDIANA: Leave him alone.

JORGE: You won't get much done with those people. Those times are over! You ought to let me kick them out.

VIRIDIANA: Do they worry you that much, then?

JORGE: They worry me a great deal, and especially because of you.

JORGE: I don't understand how you can like being alone so much.

VIRIDIANA: I'm not like you, you have your wife.

JORGE: What do you know about me?

VIRIDIANA: I know that you used to work with an architect.

JORGE: And do you know that my mother and I had to suffer? If my father had bothered himself a little more about us, I'd be an architect now.

VIRIDIANA: I don't know anything about these things, Jorge ...

JORGE: But you have a right to let us know what you think.

VIRIDIANA: I'm not interested. Do what you think's best.

VIRIDIANA: Jorge. You frightened me. What's happening to you?

JORGE: It's about time we spoke to each other, isn't it?

VIRIDIANA: Well... is it so urgent?

JORGE: If I wait until tomorrow, it'll be the same as yesterday and the day before and all the other days. When you're not with your poor people, you're praying or you disappear, I never see you.

JORGE: Jorge, Don Jaime's son, at your service.

VIRIDIANA: I've been expecting you; I got a letter from the lawyer.

JORGE: Miss Viridiana ...

VIRIDIANA: Are you Jorge?

PEASANT: And remember, the less he eats, the better he runs.

JORGE: What's he called?

PEASANT: Canelo!

PEASANT: He's good at rabbiting and he knows it. When we're in the country, if he doesn't hunt he doesn't get fed.

JORGE: How much do you want for him?

PEASANT: I wasn't thinking of selling him, but if you want ... I'll leave it to you.

PEASANT: It's for people!

JORGE: Then let him go and he'll follow you.

PEASANT: And let him get run over by somebody else?

LEPER: You'll soon find out, you liar!

VIRIDIANA: Stop this!

LEPER: He's lying through his ass!

VIRIDIANA: Are your parents alive?

LEPER: Parents? Nobody cares a damn, what's the use of them!

VIRIDIANA: Don't say that.

LEPER: Right, I won't say that, but I still think they're no use.

VIRIDIANA: How are you today?

LEPER: Things seem to be getting better.

VIRIDIANA: Hold your arm out. You can't hope to be cured quickly. You heard what the doctor said. If it had been seen to in time ...This'll take time. But with the help of God, we'll pull through.

LEPER: They're varicose veins. It isn't leprosy.

VIRIDIANA: I'll take him to the doctor tomorrow. Come on now, sit down and go on eating. And you, look after him as if he were a sick brother. Be understanding. Now finish eating and then go to bed. Everyone in bed by eight o'clock!

LEPER: They're varicose veins, miss, but some days I can't take care of them.

VIRIDIANA: Are you sure it isn't contagious?

LEPER: They told me it isn't at the hospital.

MAYOR: How do you do, Miss Viridiana!

VIRIDIANA: Is anything the matter, Mr. Mayor?

MAYOR: You cannot leave ...

VIRIDIANA: Why not?

MAYOR: There's been an accident.

VIRIDIANA: Where?

MAYOR: Come with me.

MONCHO: I'll box your ears if you don't show some respect for the dead! You mustn't play under this tree.

RITA: Don Jaime loved to watch me skip.

RITA: He came in through the cupboard.

MONCHO: You little liar! Get out of here!

RITA: It's a very big one.

MONCHO: Very, very?

RITA: Yes -- very, very big!

MONCHO: He couldn't get through the door, then?

MONCHO: Why are you crying?

RITA: I'm afraid.

MONCHO: Don't invent stories; go to bed.

RITA: A black bull came.

MONCHO: A black bull!

VIRIDIANA: You have decided to leave, Moncho.

MONCHO: Yes!

VIRIDIANA: I can't do anything to make you stay? These people annoy you, isn't that it?

VIRIDIANA: In you go! Moncho, lead the way! You stay here.

MONCHO: But, miss ...

VIRIDIANA: What's going on, Moncho?

MONCHO: This louse is looking for trouble.

VIRIDIANA: Have you repaired the windows of the dormitories?

MONCHO: They shut all right now. And the blankets are ready.

VIRIDIANA: Forgive me if I have offended you.

MOTHER SUPERIOR: You are forgiven. Goodbye.

MOTHER SUPERIOR: Is there some grave impediment which prevents you from taking your vows? There must be something.

VIRIDIANA: I have nothing to reproach myself for. All I know is that I've changed. With all my strength, which is not much, I will follow the road that the Lord has shown me. One can also serve outside a convent.

MOTHER SUPERIOR: Are you aware of the pride there is in what you're saying?

MOTHER SUPERIOR: Ever since yesterday, when we heard by chance about the tragedy, we have been very anxious for you. Why didn't you write? I would have come immediately.

VIRIDIANA: I had so many things to think about!

MOTHER SUPERIOR: A suicide is horrible. I know. But you should have told me.

MOTHER SUPERIOR: Good morning. You weren't expecting me, were you?

VIRIDIANA: Mother.

VIRIDIANA: I have no desire to see the world again, but if you order me to...

MOTHER SUPERIOR: The retreat will start soon. You can leave tomorrow morning.

VIRIDIANA: But why does he want to see me? He has never bothered about me.

MOTHER SUPERIOR: He has paid for your studies and your maintenance, and he has just sent your dowry. Does that mean so little to you, Viridiana?

VIRIDIANA: I hardly know him. I saw him only once, some years ago. I can't even remember him.

MOTHER SUPERIOR: In any case he's asking you to come and stay with him.

VIRIDIANA: I don't want to leave the convent, Mother.

MOTHER SUPERIOR: I'm afraid that his health is not good. He's your only relative and you ought to say farewell to him before taking your vows. You will certainly never see him again.

VIRIDIANA: Mother?

MOTHER SUPERIOR: I've just had a letter from your uncle. He won't be able to come when you take your vows.

VIRIDIANA: All right, Mother.

VIRIDIANA: Would you mind telling me what I did wrong to you to deserve your insults?

PELON: I've had a gutful of this.

VIRIDIANA: If you want to stay you'll have to exercise a little self-control, and be a bit more humble to everybody.

VIRIDIANA: Don't talk like that!

PELON: I'll talk the way I want to. I've had enough of this.

VIRIDIANA: Give the little girl to me. Come here, sweetheart. Are you ready?

PELON: When you are, miss.

VIRIDIANA: Good, then let's go!

POCA: Ask the priest, miss.

VIRIDIANA: That's enough. Go join the others, and don't come back here. And you'll have to control your temper.

POCA: She looks like a sick marrow!

VIRIDIANA: Don't pay any attention to him. It's very good.

VIRIDIANA: What about you, Manuel?

POCA: I'm only good at making people laugh.

VIRIDIANA: That's all right; we all laugh here, but not at you; I'll see to that.

POCA: She has the face of an angel. What a pity you can't see her.

VIRIDIANA: Right, let's go. And keep the compliments to yourself. I don't like them.

VIRIDIANA: What happened to me?

RAMONA: You fainted last night after supper. The master and I carried you here.

VIRIDIANA: Have I slept long?

RAMONA: Oh, you slept well; don't worry.

RAMONA: How do you feel?

VIRIDIANA: I have a headache.

RAMONA: That will soon pass. It's nothing.

RAMONA: Welcome, miss. I'm Ramona, Don Jaime's servant.

VIRIDIANA: Ah! Pleased to meet you.

VIRIDIANA: I'm going to the hen house. Are you coming with me?

RITA: No, I don't want to.

VIRIDIANA: How did you see me?

RITA: From the terrace.

VIRIDIANA: It's very wicked to spy. Why did you do it?

VIRIDIANA: What?

RITA: Yes, yes, I saw you!

VIRIDIANA: Good morning, Rita. How are we today?

RITA: Today, a good girl.

VIRIDIANA: Could I trouble you for my glass of milk?

RITA: Hello.

VIRIDIANA: Hello.