All language subtitles for Escucha mi canci├│n (1959).eng

"Entertainment Trompetti
"Great comic musical attractions
"Eight sensational numbers
"This evening great show"

Dear public, the Trompetti circus presents tonight for the first time in Spain sensational attractions.

Super clowns, the comic musical brothers Pellottini,...

world famous!

The wire-walking goat!

The Marlins, Trapeze artists of love.

The prophetic horse,...

Ol� Flamenco Threesomes.

Romero, the wise donkey.

The Dancing Monkey,...

Madame Litzka, the magical woman,...

and finally, the child prodigy of the Pusta, Lucinda Ilonga, the great dancer.

What do you do here? Why have you left the house alone?

I came to see the show.

Now I'll give you a spanking then. Get back home.

You'll see, you rascally kid!

I'll shape you up with broom hits, you spoiled brat! Come here, don't run off!

Don't chase me, you'll regret it one day.

What do you mean? You're shameless!

Yes, one day I'll find my parents and then you'll see.

You're already going straight to the attic without supper.

So learn to do what you're told.

Go, and may the mice eat you!

All the people are at the show, and I'm here.

This woman is bad, Ruffo, always giving out and hitting me.

On the other hand, if I found my mother...But I don't know where she could be, in another village or city,...

or maybe she's died and will be in one of those stars, watching me.

Look what beautiful they are, Ruffo! How they shine!

They look like a path we could walk and walk until we reach to the sky.

� The stars in the sky look like...

� lanterns from a crystal village,...

� a village of such small houses...

� that each house could fit into a thimble.

� Looking at them I think I can guess...

� which one of them steals away my heart,...

� and ask that they show me a way...

� to send this song up my star.

� The path that goes up to the sky...

� the Magi walk it,...

� it also leads to love,...

� the road that goes to Santiago.

� If King Balthazar brings me...

� by the hand I'll go,...

� I'll go up to the village of stars...

� and in one of them I'll stay for good.

� If King Balthazar brings me...

� by the hand I'll go,...

� I'll go up to the village of stars...

� and in one of them I'll stay for good.

� I'll go up to the village of stars...

� and in one of them I'll stay for good. �

Go on, out into the sun sun! Go on, go on now!

Isma�l, "wing", not "piuma" is said here in Spain.

Lucinda, go wash yourself. Come on, come, it's yummy.

Chicken breast.

Come on, go wash. There's water in the pan.

And there's some chocolate, too.

Hey, monkey, take it.

Hello. Hello!

What scare you gave me! Who are you?

I live near here. I saw your work yesterday, and you're a good artiste.

Just average.

Were you about to have breakfast?

First I'm going to wash. Are you hungry?

Yes, last night I went to bed without supper. But that's not why I'm here.

It isn't? Then what do you want?

I want to go with you in the wagons.

~ Can you do something?
~ Yes, sing.

~ Did someone teach you?
~ No, but I know how. Who should we talk to?

With the director of the company. Look at him. He just came out of that wagon.

~ The man with the pipe?
~ Yes.

What's up, Lucinda? What's this kid doing here?

Come on, come with me, don't be afraid, I'll help.

~ And what can we say?
~ You'll see.

He wants to come with us.

Oh, yeah? What a funny brat. Since there are so few of us...

He says he sings. Maybe it's true.

Shut up, Lucinda, don't spout nonsense.

Come on, let him stay.

Bah!

Trust me, boy, and leave. Already you'll be missed at home and your parents will be looking for you.

I don't have any parents, and no one will miss me at home.

I want to...I want you to hear me sing.

Oh, bah, bah, back to the village!

Don't run him off! Let him sing!

OK, sing, then.

Listen!

By my mother, what a beautiful voice!

~ But who is this boy?
~ I don't know.

You call that singing? That's not singing, just screaming!

What do you mean?

But that isn't singing, it's screaming.

~ Maybe they call it screaming in your country.
~ How about in my country?

In Spain...in Spain this kid would break hearts by singing a flamenco tango.

But the guy pretends he's Caruso when he's not old enough to be an artist.

~ And why not?
~ Because he just isn't!

Wasn't I singing already at his age? I want the delirium of the public!

~ What are you doing?
~ This guy has a fever!

Yes, gentlemen, the delight of the audience, but now I'm a clown.

Keep singing, child, keep singing.

That tanguillo that you started earlier, I'll accompany you, go ahead.

� In the second square by the left hand of the Sacromonte...

� lives my uncle Fernando passing that mountain stream,...

� he's awfully rich and is one the best guys in Granada.

� 25 pure-bred horses,...

� two pairs of roosters, and four gourd stems.

� When my uncle dies he'll leave...

~ � his fortune for my very own. �
~ What do you say now, Trompetti?

� Ol�, my uncle Ferdinand, who's so lively and nice!

� He spends his day shaping up the source of his money.

� I care little of them saying that I have an uncle in Granada.

� "Beyond in Granada I have an uncle...", "I neither have an Uncle nor anything else," "Beyond in Granada I have an uncle...", "I neither have an Uncle nor anything else." �

This child is a miracle! Bravo, bravissimo!

~ Admit it?
~ Yes, Yes!

This is a money making machine. The great artist!

� My horse wears twelve bells while he rides along the road...

� and my Romera wears a couple of carnations woven in her hair.

� And the cart that leads ours is ringing a thousand bells,...

� even the wheels make up their flamenco song...

� because axles are ringing.

� Batten covered with Myrtle,...

� the awning patched with sky from Andalusia.

� How well my horses wrestle,...

� There's no cart like mine.

� My horse wears twelve bells while he rides along the road...

� and my Romera wears a couple of carnations woven in her hair. �

~ Oh, what a voice, here, kids, bravo, bravissimo! Is it OK?
~ Fantastic!

You have a beautiful voice. It's true that nobody taught you?

No one, I learned by myself without realizing.

Tell me, Joselito, why did you leave home? To me you can tell everything. Is it true you don't have parents?

I don't know, I don't know whether they've died or are still live.

The woman who raised me told me many times that a man passing by the town left me by her door when I was very small.

He said he'd return but he never has.

Wow, that seems like one of those things that only happens in the film! Poor Joselito!

I want to find my father and I'll look for him wherever we go,...

that's why I fled from the village yesterday.

But you don't know anything about them? Not even their names?

Yes, on this medal that I've always carried around the neck there's a name. Look.

It must be my mother's name.

If only I knew who she was and why she hasn't ever been back to pick me up...!

I would have been so small!

Oh, oh! Why cry, my child? No, no!

Look, look, look at my medal. Do you like?

Yes? I'll give it to you. Don't cry.

There's no one who can calm him, Isabel. He's so hungry...!

Coming, this is already fixed up.

Look, Alberto, he's the most beautiful child in the world. Aren't you happy?

Of course I am.

But so half-hearted!

I'm going out to the street. Give me some money.

I don't have any.

We don't have any. We should think about doing something.

You still won't call the administrator?

I won't call him, either. As soon as he learns the truth of our situation, my father would know it, too.

All ready, Miss. Let's see if the child drinks it all. If you'll allow me?

Would you feed my child the bottle, all right?

The poor dear, look at how he is.

It think I fixed it. How tasty it is!

~ My child!
~ Cutey.

It seems a bit hot, don't you think, Isabel?

No, Miss, normal temperature.

Oh, my child, like that.

Isabel, leave me alone with the Lady.

Take the child.

Feed him in the dining room.

Marta, we can't go on like this for another day.

So far we've managed to go on with the money sent from abroad,...

but back in Spain, how are we going to live?

You told me in France we would talk with the Manager.

If you'd prefer, we'll tell your father the truth.

Everything except hide our wedding for a while longer.

With a fait accompli, he won't have any choice but to give up.

That won't happen, Alberto. You obviously don't know him.

My father will never forgive me when he knows I've married...

With me, actually? With a Mr. Nobody. I know I'm not good enough for you, that he was expecting something else, a noble.

OK, as you wish. I'll meet him whatever the consequences.

You know I want nothing for me, Marta, but I want to surround our son with the best life has to offer.

And also it's not right that we keep up this situation any longer.

OK, I'll go to see him now. He should be at home.

~ Welcome, Miss Marta.
~ Hello, Ram�n, how are you?

~ As always, it's a joy see it again at home!
~ Thanks, Ram�n.

And my father?

His Lordship the Marqu�s is already better, out of care, thank God, but such a scare he's given us.

What on Earth? What happened?

But the young lady knows nothing?

The secretary to his Lordship the Marqu�s wrote recently to London warning you.

~ Didn't you get the letter, Miss?
~ No. What happened?

The doctor can explain better than I can. He's coming down now.

How is he, doctor? Tell me the truth.

Rest assured. There is no reason for alarm but his heart isn't working normally, so we should take great care and avoid emotions.

You mean a strong feeling could be fatal?

Quite so. His condition is delicate. Goodbye, Miss. Good day.

Goodbye, Doctor.

Dad!

Marta, my daughter!

How are you? How have you been? So you've done well on those trips?

OK, Dad. But how are you?

Already over the worst. This time it's a serious attack, which will serve as a warning. I have to take care of myself, that's all.

But let's talk about you. You will have many things to tell me, right?

Yes, many, and some very important.

But what are you waiting for? Come on, start, daughter.

Distract me a little. I'm so bored in bed.

Not now. You mustn't get fatigued.

We'll have time to chat when you get all better. So rest.

~ What?
~ I couldn't tell him.

He had a serious cardiac event and the doctor said that strong emotions should be avoided.

So you didn't tell him.

No, forgive me. The doctor's words frightened me.

For my father, our story would be dangerous just now.

Nonsense, nobody dies of an upset.

Come on, Marta, be reasonable, go home and speak with your father at once.

~ I can't, Alberto, I can't.
~ Well, you have to!

Don't ask me that, please!

We need money, and your father has millions in the bank, rotting away. And for what?

Give it some time. Give my father a chance to recuperate.

I don't want to wait. Why can't we live a decent life?

For the moment, you can sell the car. There are the keys.

Nice solution! And then what? That's hardly enough.

~ Miss.
~ What do you want?

~ It's the time for the bottle.
~ I'll be right there away, Isabel.

Keep calm, Alberto, I beg you.

Everything will be fixed, soon you'll see.

It is OK.

You'll speak with your father. You bet you'll speak with him!

� Platerillo, sings the cricket, the shearing and the flower field,...

� you look for a child or a Nightingale, all the same.

� Platero, the cricket, sings a chorus from Moguer,...

� donkey looks and song of sunset.

� It was a burro of marshy romance...

� made of cotton, mischief, and paper,...

� who galloping went up to Heaven...

� to play with the youngest angel.

� The trail is no longer happy.....

� for the Moorish burro...

� and Platerillo, Platero,...

� with his light walking...

� was equaled by none.

� Platerillo...the one who left. �

~ Let's see, are there many people?
~ Not a one.

What's going on?

I don't know, it could be the guy singing in the plaza.

That guy's going to ruin us. There are not even ten people in.

It's eleven already. Wretched circus performers!

� A canary was climbing up your hair's braid,...

� a canary was climbing up believing it to be a fountain.

� In your mouth it drank love eagerly.

~ � How lucky! �
~ Well done, Joselito.

� To your door we come,...

� with your hair of an empress,...

� we have come to your door.

� If you have a handsome boyfriend tell him to come here outside now,...

� I'll wait for him in the corner. �

And now the great Joselito will sing in honor of our respectable people...

a song of our land: Violino Tzigano.

� Oh gypsy, looking sad and passionate,...

� you who makes your violin cry between your fingers,...

� play once again like a sweet serenade...

� while pale in the silence I'll listen to you.

� this tango which in a perfumed night...

� chained my heart to another.

� Play just for me,...

� oh gypsy violinist.

� Maybe you too think of a love there under a faraway sky.

� If a secret pain...

� makes your hand tremble...

� this tango of love makes my heart tremble, oh gypsy violinist. �

Go on.

� This tango is about love but my love is far away.

� Play, play for me even as I cry for you, oh gypsy violinist.

� oh gypsy violinist! �

Excuse me, could you show me the director of your troupe?

~ That guy there.
~ Thank you.

Good evening, a pleasure, colleague.

Colleague?

My company of variety acts performs in the main theatre. How are you?

A pleasure, colleague!

I need to talk to you about a very serious and very important matter.

Do tell.

Not here. I invite you to have a drink. Shall we?

Very well, colleague.

Annuska, take care of the money.

Me? Coming.

~ I wanted to speak because I want to propose a deal.
~ A deal?

~ Yes. It'll benefit us both, me in one way, you in another.
~ What is it?

I'm referring to that child who sings. I also have some boys in my company.

I just need one like Joselito to fill the theater,

and I thought you could hand him over to me voluntarily.

Is this the reason why you brought me here? The boy's already part of my company.

~ If you hand him to me, I'll keep the boneless one mum.
~ "Boneless one"? What's that?

This one. I know you stole the child and ran off with him.

You're a foreigner and that aggravates the situation.

If you give him to me, the matter will be forgotten, and your interests wouldn't suffer.

That wouldn't be nice between colleagues. There's lots of money here. Deal?

I can't. I'm lost without the child.

Your choice: jail or the money.

If you take the boy, how does that change things? Anyone else could take him away.

~ I'm Spanish, I can take care of myself.
~ I'm not giving him up.

Think it over --- the police could pay you a visit tomorrow.

All right.

We all love you and are sorry about your leaving,...

but you'll be better off with this man than with us.

You'll also earn much fame and money. Eh? Go, go with him.

~ Goodbye, Joselito.
~ Goodbye, Lucinda.

You'll remember me sometime?

Always, every day.

Goodbye, Antonio.

Isma�l.

Remember me, Joselito.

Come on, come on, is someone dead here, so much grief? Go on, and don't worry, we'll see each other lots of times. OK?

This isn't fair. Such a scoundrel, and just us being the ones to bear him...!

But what are we going to do, notify the police? We're foreigners.

But we're Spanish. We can give him a beating, all of us, at least.

Just wait, the ball will come back.

But I'm waiting for vengeance.

� Oh gypsy, looking sad and passionate,...

� you who makes your violin cry between your fingers,...

� play once again, like a sweet serenade...

� while pale in the silence I'll listen to...

� this tango which in a perfumed night...

� chained my heart to another. �

� The circus performers take her away at the beat of the crier drum...

� oh, you guitar which no longer plays along with the most beautiful flower of Spain.

� Neither the goat who knows all,...

� nor the tern-like rogue monkey...

� wanted to tell me she was leaving for the mountains above and will never return.

� Pretty girl's pet words: "You shall not take away the love you bring",...

� but inadvertently they've taken from me the love of a sister that I had found,...

� who's going away by paths that wind had erased. I will pray to Santa Rita...

� who sang: "the love you bring, the love you bring, if you bring it, you shall not take it away."

� Oh, eyes that have already lost and played with me in the river!

� Oh, water, you who trickle forward, go get me the walking flower!

� Either the scent of spring or the garden of the golden source,...

� or the star that shines more clear hid your face from me, and it won't return.

� Pretty girl's pet words: "You shall not take away the love you bring",...

� but inadvertently they've taken from me the love of a sister that I had found,...

� who's going away by paths that wind had erased. I will pray to Santa Rita...

� who sang: "the love you bring, the love you bring, if you bring it, you shall not take it away."

A big triumph, both our child and our money has blown away.

Let's go. Break down everything left, and we'll go. Come on. Let's go!

I'm going to say goodbye to Joselito. Are you coming?

We are, and let's give that scoundrel a lesson. Come on, Juan.

Let's come in behind the stage. I know this well. This guy'll certainly remember us.

Isma�l!

~ How are you?
~ I'm going with you, I can't stand it anymore.

~ Quiet, quiet, we'll follow you everywhere.
~ And why, if I don't want to?

~ Didn't the boss tell you?
~ What had he to say to me?

But, this guy is a crook. He wanted to send the police after us. Imagine that.

If we didn't let you go you'd have to go back to the village. You understand?

That's why you should stay. Goodbye, Joselito, and don't forget to us.

Wait, don't leave yet.

~ We'll be leaving in the morning.
~ Wait, don't go.

Go on, back to the stage, please. Hurry up.

You've seen everything, Antonio?

~ Go on, bring more, see how he likes this.
~ OK.

~ Have a goose!
~ Take it, it's yours!

~ There!
~ Outside, out of here, now!

Here!

Hurry up, now, drop the front curtain!

Drop a curtain, by God!

Bring down the curtain, these animals are killing me!

Oh, oh, and now the pig! It's my ruin, my ruin!

Let's go, let's go, that's already fixed up!

Drop a curtain!

~ Mr. Gonz�lez?
~ Yes? That's me.

~ I'm calling from �cija. We want to hire for our theatre.
~ Impossible from any point of view, I have no opening until September. Wait a minute, please.

~ Waiting, waiting...
~ I will look into it.

Yes, sure, starting in September. Then I'll be happy to consider your offer.

~ Well, remember you that we want him.
~ At your service, thank you.

~ Hello?
~ The show is tomorrow.

Speak louder, please.

~ We'd like to meet you, we're the University Choir.
~ Again?

Listen, we would like to take to Joselito on television with us.

Think it through, it would be advertising for you. Don't tell us no, because you'll wreck us.

Sorry, if the boy goes to the television, we'll be charging a fee, I told you already, and forgive me, I don't have any time for you.

~ Who was it?
~ Students!

I'd like to go on TV. Why not say yes?

Everything will be done in due time. Come on, let's go.

They won't leave you in peace.

Hello.

~ How funny!
~ Who could that have been?

The usual. Let's get out of here before we go mad. I won't be back, Miss. See you tomorrow.

Very well.

Oh, this is something else, what beautiful tranquility!

I'm going to have a shower and then we'll go to the rehearsal.

~ Joselito!
~ Isma�l!

Yes, Joselito! A hug, come, come!

~ When did you get here?
~ Yesterday, but I couldn't get to see you sooner.

Did you make the bang?

I'll bomb him one day. We called several times and he's hung up on us.

~ You're driving him crazy. If he finds out...!
~ Are you bored?

More than bored --- imagine, I spend hours reading comics.

You'll have fun now, don't you hear the music?

Those are some students I've met downstairs, and they want to see you,...

but this dickhead won't let us.

Look, here they are.

Here, this is for you. You have to come with us, OK?

Yes, yes, many thanks.

What the hell? Even here you follow me to?

Out, out! I told you!

Who let them in?

I'll complain to the manager of the hotel for letting them come here.

� Red carnations, red carnations of my heart,...

� I bring you red carnations as red as hot coal.

� If someday I shouldn't bring you red carnations,...

� don't think that I don't love you, it's just that I couldn't pick them.

� The evening when I saw your cherry mouth out of the dusk,...

� I've not seen any other mouth as pretty in Santa Cruz.

� And after seeing the carnation you were wearing in your hair,...

� looking at it, I thought I'd seen a little piece of heaven.

� Red carnations, red carnations of my heart,...

� I bring you red carnations as red as hot coal.

� If someday I couldn't bring you red carnations,...

~ � don't think that I don't love you, it's just that I couldn't pick them. �
~ Thank you. ~ And you, sir?
~ No, nothing, thanks.

Great performance by the University Chorus, as usual, and now, ladies and gentlemen,...

a few moments to enjoy an interview with Joselito...

~ to satisfy the curiosity of his thousands of admirers.
~ You can stay if you want to, Isabel.

This great boy singer is today, without dispute, the most popular figure of our stages.

The wonder of his voice that has earned him the nickname of "Nightingale"

He has become in a short time the idol of the crowds.

But people are asking: who is Joselito?

What small history lies behind his quick fame?

Our small singer will answer these and other questions tonight in our studio.

~ Good evening, Joselito.
~ Good evening.

There are thousands of fans waiting to learn things about your life.

~ Tell us, Joselito: your poster name is really yours?
~ Yes, sir.

~ And you, where you born?
~ I don't know, because no one's told me yet.

~ You don't know who your parents are?
~ No, sir, I only know the name of my mother. It's on this medal.

Hard work, eh, Joselito?

My mother is called Marta.

Nice name! Well, Joselito, don't worry, all the viewers and we hope you find her soon. And now, shall we sing another song or leave it for another day?

Marta! What happened? Answer, Marta! What is that? Talk, Marta!

What is it, what is it? Tell me, what? What have you seen, daughter?

Speak to us!

Good evening, gentlemen. It's cold in Madrid and in almost all of Spain.

Observe the position of the Azores' anticyclone...

that has been greatly extended until reaching the British Isles.

It's throwing a stream of freezing winds towards Spain.

~ But what have you seen, daughter?
~ Dad, nothing.

~ Are you better?
~ Yes, I'm fine. Sorry about the shock that I gave you.

~ What happened so suddenly?
~ I can't explain. I've been off for a few days. Let me go to my room. Can you come with me, Isabel?

� Water that flows down the river bank,...

� spring tears cried out by a boy,...

� a boy who wants to sing to the world...

� a song that he starts to cry out on the bridge.

� Why can't I have a mother like everyone else?

� Why can't I wake up to the song and kiss my loving heart hopes for?

� How lonely is my path! How sad is my heart!

� Why doesn't my beloved mother listen to my song or hear my prayer?

� Water that flows down the river bank,...

� spring tears cried out by a boy,...

� a boy who wants to sing to the world...

� a song that he starts to cry out on the bridge.

� A boy wept, a boy cried. �

Joselito's here!

Joselito, dear boy!

You'll stay a few days with us, huh?

~ One day, today!
~ Neither now nor never.

~ We'll see about that.
~ OK, let's go.

What, can't we see him or greet him anymore?

Wait. Lucinda, come to see me tomorrow, don't forget. Goodbye, Lucinda, goodbye!

~ Dickhead promoter!
~ Lucinda, until tomorrow, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!

Rabble! Such inconvenience! Why did you tell this girl to come see you?

I love her like my own sister, and the others, they're my friends.

Their friendship doesn't suit us, it can harm your stage reputation.

I couldn't care less.

I forbid you see them. They'll disturb us every day.

I'll go looking for them if they don't come to see me, and you know it.

OK, Joselito, we'll talk at the hotel about this.

Go to sleep or let to sleep. Why don't you speak?

~ Come on, say what's on your mind.
~ It's my friends the performers.

~ Again?
~ You said we'd talk about them and we haven't had a word yet.

But let's see, what do you want to do?

Help Lucinda and her troupe. I want to give them money and have them work with us. That's the bottom line.

~ Are you crazy?
~ Where's the money we earn every day?

We don't have any, it's been earmarked for expenses to launch your career.

There has to be some. Newspapers say I'm an artist who charges a lot for singing.

That's true, thanks to me, but look at the style of life we lead...

so that we can increase your stature. This hotel is very expensive.

I want my money!

By my side, you lack nothing. What do you need it for?

I already said, to give some to my friends the performers, they're poor.

This is some kind of nonsense!

Give me clear accounts or I don't sing more, I'll leave your side and go with them.

Man, Joselito, don't be like that, be reasonable.

~ I want my money. Give it to me or I'll cry. My money! My money!
~ Silence, please, now, OK!

You've heard it, I'm going to arouse the entire hotel! My money!

Shut up, Joselito, we'll do it your way. I promise, come on, bedtime.

~ You'll give it to me?
~ Yes.

Furthermore, I want you to invite them to eat and then we'll split it with them, right?

Good, but let's sleep first, OK!

You've come late to this friendly feast and you haven't even eaten the appetizers.

Don't forget this great saying, dear colleague.

~ An olive?
~ Fuck off!

Your loss. They're delicious!

I love them with the coffee.

~ A cigar?
~ No!

~ It won't blow up, honest.
~ His are better.

Joselito, what has this agent said about us forming part of your company?

It's all fixed. In addition we're going to give your some big bucks to buy what you want. And it will be now.

The money?

~ What's the hurry? You could wait.
~ You're such a tease!

Insults again?

Nothing personal, I was badmouthing the olives. Look!

Take one each.

Thanks, Joselito, on behalf of all of us, for your generosity which illuminates your good heart. We owe you.

Now will all be friends. Eh, colleague?

Now share a happy face, man.

Let's hear your song, Joselito, who're eager for it.

~ Yes, Sir.
~ Go on, deliver it as you will.
~ Yes, Sir.

~ First to you, Lucinda.
~ You see?

� I have a tiny little boat crafted up of brown paper...

� and a tiny little handkerchief is its sail.

� When my sorrow is lonely it sails along with it.

� The waves envy me for having it, the white waves, and it's built up of paper.

� Water puddles play at being oceans...

� and my sailing boat is my song...

� which takes away hidden as a stowaway...

� the little rose of fire I wore as my heart,...

� the little rose of fire I wore as my heart. �

Friend, ol�, ol�!

� At a tiny little corner on the shore...

� my tiny little boat boat lost its keel.

� The poor little boat escaped my hand!

� It went away chasing a star, white star, and it sank.

� Water puddles play at being oceans...

~ � and my sailing boat is my song... �
~ Thank you, boy!

� which takes away hidden as a stowaway...

� the little rose of fire I wore as my heart,...

� the little rose of fire I wore as my heart. �

~ Very funny!
~ Colleague!

~ Hello?
~ Mr. Gonz�lez, please.

~ That's me.
~ I'm the daughter of the Marqu�s of Alv�r.

My pleasure, Miss. How can I help you?

I need to talk with you. Could I come see you?

It's not possible just now, Miss, I have to go to a rehearsal. You can see me then.

~ At what time, please?
~ I'll be in my office from ten.

~ Where is it?
~ Note: Avenida de Jos� Antonio 70, Spain Agency.

~ Thank you, sir.
~ Certainly.
~ Goodbye.

Go on in, please.

~ How are you, Miss?
~ Good.

~ Sit down, please.
~ Thank you.

Tell me, how can I be of help?

~ Well, it's...I wanted to talk to you about that boy...
~ About Joselito?

Yes. I am a big fan of his and would like to take him to ride in my car from time to time take pictures...

I am sorry, Miss, but that's not going to be possible,...

the child has commitments almost every hour of the day.

Rehearsals, recordings, interviews with the press...then afternoon and evening functions.

You understand me, right?

But he must have some free time some days.

Do not insist, please, I have already said that it cannot be.

~ May I?
~ Yes, Yes.

How much?

By God, Miss, don't be like that!

It is not a question of money.

Don't even think that.

Of course it's never fair for a lady to leave this office without being properly served.

Let's see...how we could fix this...?

Let's see... Let's see...Yes!

I think that with a little effort, it could be possible.

If you saw it! The popularity of this child drives me crazy.

Here.

But...why are you putting yourself out?

I told you there was no need...Ah! Zambomba! THIS much!

Can I see him now?

I think so. The fact is that I don't completely dominate this boy.

Any chance he gets, he runs away see some friends who want to steal him from me.

A few rogues. He's with them right now.

~ Where?
~ Quite far from here.

No matter, can I have the address?

It's better if I take you, it's a bit of special housing.

~ My car's downstairs.
~ Of course we're going. After you, Miss.

~ Do you want something, sir?
~ Where's the young lady?

It's a good while now since she went out.

~ Ram�n, Ram�n!
~ Sir?

The young miss isn't at home?

No, my lord Marqu�s, she left in her car a half an hour ago and didn't say where she was going.

All right.

This is their camp. You can see the bad taste of the boy for living with this crowd.

We must give them something.

Five hundred pesetas is plenty. Give it to me and I'll take care of that.

~ Wouldn't that seem cheap? How about 1,000?
~ That's much better!

I'm going to talk with the director of the group alone.

Hello! What brings you here, colleague?

~ I came to see you.
~ Nothing else?

Well, I've come to take the boy for a while, but I'll bring him right back.

We agreed he'd be with us until the function.

That lady, she wants to take him in her car to take some pictures.

~ Good morning.
~ Hello.

~ May I speak with the boy?
~ No choice but to please her because she is very notorious.

Here, she gave me five hundred pesetas for you. You keep it.

Check out how elegant that lady is!

~ Bah, I'm not interested in the elegant ladies.
~ Well I am.

~ Hello.
~ Hello, charmer, are you also an artiste?

~ Yes, Ma'am, a dancer.
~ You get along with Joselito?

~ Yes, because he's very nice.
~ You really love him, don't you?

A lot. Some people believe that we are like siblings.

~ You don't have any family?
~ No, Madam, only him and Trompetti. What beautiful necklace!

~ Do you like?
~ Yes.

~ I'll give it to you. It's yours.
~ No, no!

~ Yes, it's yours!
~ Thank you, Madam, thank you!

Look, Joselito, such a necklace! I'll show it around.

A necklace, a necklace, this lady gave it to me! It's gold, right?

Here, for you, Mom, for you.

~ Hello, Joselito.
~ Hello.

~ What are you reading?
~ Comics.

~ How beautiful! Do you like to read?
~ Yes.

~ Do you know why I came to see you?
~ No.

I saw you last night when you sang on television, and then in the theatre.

You sing very well, did you know?

I'd like you to come to take some pictures with me. Well, if these gentlemen let you. Do you want to?

~ Yes, Ma'am.
~ Why not! Right, Joselito?

~ Yes.
~ Go ahead, and behave yourself.

We'll be back here within an hour. And thank you.

I also have to go, goodbye, gentlemen.

No, you don't! Maybe you want to trick us again.

~ No, I don't trust you, you'll stay here.
~ What are you thinking? Let me go!

We never trust you.

~ You'll stay here, and if the child doesn't return...bang! But this'll be hellish!
~ This is an outrage!

Joselito, I'm remembering your words on television.

~ Repeat, just for me, that you want to find your mother.
~ Yes, Ma'am.

~ That mysterious woman of the medal.
~ I want to find her, but I'm told that I won't be able to.

How do you think she would be? How do you imagine her?

I don't know, though sometimes I see her lots at night.

But are you going to help me find her? Do you know her?

~ It's my name, too.
~ Like my mother?

Yes, like your mother. Just like she who put the medal on you when you were born.

Why are you crying?

Tell me, why the tears?

It was me who put it on you. Joselito, understand.

I didn't know where you were. I spent a few terrible years.

All this time, I really was like the dead...

but now there is no one who'll separate us.

We really won't be apart again? You're taking me home?

No, son, we'll see each other often, but I'm not taking you home yet.

Your grandfather doesn't know that you exist, and if we ever tell him, the disgust could be fatal.

But he's my grandfather, he'll be thrilled.

Of course, son, but you shouldn't introduce yourself suddenly.

You see, there's something that you don't understand.

Trust in God, and in the meantime, keep it quiet, no one can know our secret.

The car, the car's coming!

Well, we've got back.

What's wrong, aren't you happy?

Yes, but I'd like my grandfather to love me.

I'll make him love you, you'll see.

~ When'll I see you again?
~ I'll come to see you every day.

Goodbye.

Here, you left your jacket.

Are you all right? Did that lady do something to you?

~ So why were you so long?
~ Where were you, boy?

~ Look, what happened that you've been crying?
~ Did you have a good time?

~ What may the young lady have had to say to him?
~ Nothing, she didn't tell me anything.

Maybe he's just tired. Come on, let's go.

No! The agreement was that I'd lead him to the theatre on time, and time there's still plenty of!

~ Sure, but...
~ There's nothing more to say.

You know: the child definitely will someday stay with us unless we form part of your troupe.

You can whistle for it. Goodbye to all, and thank you for this lovely moment.

I'm talking seriously now. If you don't bring the boy, I can't help it.

Go on, we're coming to you! Boom!

Joselito, I'm ripped to see you like this. What's up?

~ Nothing.
~ Yes, yes, something's wrong. Tell me.

~ Well, indeed I can tell it to you, because you won't tell anyone, right?
~ I won't.

~ That lady in the car is my mother.
~ Your mother?

~ Yes, she told me, but she can't take me home because my grandfather doesn't want me.
~ And why doesn't he want you?
~ I don't know.

So what are you going to do?

How should I know? My mother's very sad because the other guy is the boss in the house.

~ The other guy?
~ My grandfather. And he's also a Marqu�s, and all that...

~ A Marqu�s?
~ Yes. What a mess, right?

You know what you have to do? Go see him yourself.

~ Me?
~ Without your mom knowing.

In a very nice book Isma�l owns the same thing happened, and everything worked out well.

~ Really?
~ Come on, do you know where he lives?

Sure, but they won't let us go.

~ We'll run off. The child of the book he would run off also.
~ Good.

~ I'll get Ishmael's book. You go on, I'll go get it.
~ OK.

~ Yes, hello?
~ It is the home of the Marqu�s of Alv�r?

~ Yes, it is.
~ Miss Marta?

That's me. What do you want?

I'm his agent. Remember? I'm very concerned, it's the time of the function and Joselito hasn't yet come.

~ What?
~ I mean he hasn't arrived, I thought he'd be with you.

Couldn't he be with friends or someone from the company?

No, the performers are here. This afternoon he disappeared and they know nothing about him. That's why they came.

~ Well, tell them to wait. I'm on the way.
~ Is something happening?

No, nothing, Dad.

Excuse me, I have to leave.

I won't be late.

Goodbye, daughter.

Wait for me in the library, please, and tell Isabel to come down.

The Marqu�s wants to see you.

You summoned me, my lord Marqu�s?

Come in, come in.

Sit down. Sit down.

Tell me, Isabella, how long have you been part of this home?

Many years, sir, I've already lost count.

And you like the young miss a lot, right?

Of course, I watched her birth.

And since the Lady Marquesa died, I have regarded Miss Marta like a daughter.

I know. You've been more her confidante than a maid...

that's why I'm sure that you'll tell me everything you know about her.

Don't panic, woman, I don't mean to pry into anything that might harm my daughter.

On the contrary, if you me tell me the whole truth, you can do her much good.

Tell me, don't you find her a bit strange, especially these last few days, Miss?

No, sir, I haven't noticed anything odd.

Haven't you seen her going out, without you knowing where,...

her constant worrying, her attitude towards certain things?

No, sir.

Fine. Thank you. You may go.

Let's go.

A fine mess you've gotten me into. Let's see what the novel says happens next.

Well, as soon as you see him, you have to say: grandfather! And he'll start to cry. Right?

Yeah, it's right here at the end, see?

~ I'm scared. Kind of a bold guy he must be!
~ Come on, move.

~ Sir, some children are asking for you.
~ Some kids?

Yes, I said you weren't receiving, but they insist.

~ Go down and see what they want.
~ Sure.

Some Grandpa you have!

~ Wow, what a pot!
~ What beautiful drawings!

~ Wow, that if broke...
~ This should be worth heaps, right?

You know what? At least one hundred pesetas.

Here he comes. Go on, dare!

Hello. What you want?

Grandfather!

Child! What lack of respect is this?

Forgive him, Mr. Marqu�s.

I'm not the Marqu�s, I'm his bailiff. Tell me, what do you want?

~ We can't tell you.
~ Is that so?

~ No, Sir.
~ Maybe I could help you.

~ We're not asking for help.
~ We are artists, you know?

Artists?

Yes, sir, and we want to see the Marqu�s. It's very important.

OK, I'll tell him. Wait a moment. We'll see if he'll receive you.

I don't know if I'll dare say "grandfather" again.

You have to be brave, Joselito.

But what if I say it and it's still the wrong guy?

~ First, you have to ask.
~ If he's my grandfather?

~ No, if he's the Marqu�s.
~ Oh, OK.

~ What do they want?
~ They want to see you. They say they're artists.
~ Artists?

~ The one who's coming downstairs must be your grandfather.
~ I don't dare, I'm leaving.

No, man, no, wait, I talk.

~ You've asked for me?
~ Yes, Sir.

Where have I seen this face?

Are you grandfather...the Lord Marqu�s?

I am. What you want?

~ My name is Joselito, and this is Lucinda.
~ I'm Lucinda.

Very nice names. And what else?

I'm guessing you didn't drop by just to tell me your names.

~ Tell him, Joselito.
~ Come on, speak.

And try to be more respectful. He called me grandfather.

Ah, really? That's cute!

I thought he was you.

Holy crap!

It must be my daughter.

One minute.

Come on, she can't see us.

Good afternoon, Miss Marta.

~ Hi, Dad.
~ Hello, daughter. Where have you been?

~ I went for a walk.
~ You went in a strange way, without saying anything.

You what, Marta? I can see you've been worrying over something for several days..

It's nothing.

Marta, I know you well and I know that something's up. Are you sick?

No, no, I am perfectly fine, Dad. Honestly. Sorry.

What are you doing there? May I learn what you want?

Nothing.

How can it be nothing? You must have come here about something. Why were you hiding?

We didn't want the lady to see us.

~ My daughter?
~ Yes, sir.

~ But does she know you?
~ Yes, sir, especially him.

Follow me.

~ We will.
~ Come on. Here we go.

Come on.

You've said that my daughter knows you. Tell me where from.

~ Yes, Sir, she...
~ Come on, don't stop.

~ She is...
~ Go on.

She's my mother.

What did you say?

It's true, sir. She came to see him.

So that's it!

My grandson...!

So you're my grandson?

Yes, sir, but it's not my fault.

You're right. Who's your father?

I never met him. My mother says he died in an accident.

Well, you're not the person I should be talking to about this.

You told my bailiff that you're artists.

Yes, sir, of a circus.

~ Acrobats?
~ Not him, he already works in theatres.

Is that why you came to see me? You sniffed money, right?

No, sir, I earn everything I need and more.

The gesture of pride of the Alv�r.

Come, come along.

Then tell me why you're here. Let's hear it.

My mother says that you can't love me,...

but I've come to ask you to.

Nothing more?

She is very sad, sir. Tell her you'll love me, even if it's a lie.

I can go on without a grandfather, but my mother...

my mother would cry so much if she knew that I've come to see you and if you're still angry with me.

Enough, my son!

~ You're an Alv�r from head to foot.
~ I beg your pardon?

Never mind, I understand.

~ Alfredo.
~ My lord Marqu�s.

Listen to me: not a word to my daughter about this visit. Have Isabel come here.

~ And no more visitors.
~ Very well, sir.

~ Oh, and no more eavesdropping, either.
~ Sir!

We've agreed that you're artists, right?

~ Yes, sir, I sing.
~ And I dance.

~ What's your name again?
~ Joselito.

Ah, of course! Now I remember, I saw you on television.

~ She's a girlfriend of yours, right?
~ Yes, sir.

Come here, sit.

Good. Give me a hug!

You summoned me, your lordship?

Isabel, come in, come in.

You'll know this face, I believe?

Since you mention it, sir...

Engage your memory.

You should know his father.

Yes, Mr. Marqu�s.

Don't forget anyone. I want all our friends to be here that night.

Fine, Dad.

My gift of this year will be somewhat exceptional. Right, Isabella?

Yes, sir.

But she's seen it already?

Of course!

It's a big surprise that I've reserved for your birthday and I hope that you'll happy with it.

Oh, thank you, Dad!

Ladies and gentlemen, good evening.

A humble circus that the his Excellency His Lordship the Marqu�s of Alv�r...

has brought here to this most distinguished party...

is presented for your delight and hopes to earn your applause.

First, Madame Litzka.

The super clown brothers Pellottini.

The Marlins, famous trapeze and acrobatic dancers.

The internationally famous flamenco duo,...

Lucinda, artist prodigy of the Hungarian Pusta.

And finally, the most beloved of all of us,...

already world-famous, Joselito.

~ Let's go!
~ Come on, silence, gentlemen!

The Pellottini brothers, working with great joy.

My brother does not work.

You don't work? Why not?

Because he's named Sunday!

He's called Sunday...so what?

But since Sunday is a holiday in Spain, he doesn't work.

But Marta, why did you leave?

Go on, come with me, let's go.

Dad, why have you brought that child?

I never said anything, but he...

No, don't tell me. You haven't waited for the end of the party.

But anyway, your birthday gift is right here.

Here you have it. Your son, Marta, who from now on will also be my grandson in the eyes of all.

Thank you, Dad! How good you are!

Forgive me for everything I've done to cause you suffering.

You should have been more candid with me, daughter.

Dad, are you all right?

What's wrong, Dad?

It's nothing, daughter, it's the emotion.

� To sing and to walk on will be my fate forever,...

� always seeking my goal.

� In his life as a happy and poor wanderer...

� for the Gypsy child wandering has no end.

� He's looking for a mother's love on his way...

� and helping him look is the sound of a violin.

� Once I slept...

� and I dreamed that on a flight...

� I climbed up some path, and suddenly I found myself at the gates of heaven.

� From the sky, a rumor...

� of songs came...

� and a love lullaby lulled the pain in my chest.

� From the sky, a rumor...

� of songs came...

� and a love lullaby lulled the pain in my chest.

� and a love lullaby lulled the pain in my chest. �