All language subtitles for 1935 - Enter Madame!

Subtitles: Lu�s Filipe Bernardes

Mi, mi, mi, mi...

Now, the throat, signora.

Oh, your voice it is like a bell tonight.

Thank you, doctor,
Then don't wash it all away.

The wig, quick!

Yes, hurry.
Have you fixed it?

In the first act
it looked like a bird's nest.

Excuse me, Madame Della Robbia.

- Good evening, good evening.
- Good evening, Farnham.

What a house we've got
out there tonight.

Ah, she's complete again, my Tosca.
The most beautiful Tosca in the world.

Say, that good-looking American
is out front again tonight.

- Huh?
- Who is that?

You know, the fellow that sits
in the right-hand box every time you sing.

Don't tell me you hadn't noticed him.

Second act, Madame Della Robbia.

I do not care about some silly
stage-door Jacky.

Johnny.

Whatever you want to call him.
I'm not interested.

Is he good-looking?

# E qual via scegliete? #

# - La pi� breve! #
# - Civitavecchia? #

- Fond of opera, aren't you?
- Hm-hmm.

Especially if Della Robbia sings it.

- What do you mean?
- You come to hear her often, don't you?

Every time she sings.

Why, you silly boy.

- Don't you like her?
- Of course she's handsome.

But I've certainly heard better voices.

I haven't.

Gerald, don't do that.

You look so conspicuous.

- Shut up, Flora.
- What?

Shut up, Flora.
This is her big scene.

What's it about?

Look, this man has tortured Tosca's lover
and put him in prison.

Now, he's agreed to let him go

if she'll yield to his er...
unholy demand.

Oh.

# Tosca, finalmente mia! #

# Questo � il bacio di Tosca! #

Maledetta!

# Aiuto! Muoio! #

# Soccorso! Muoio! #

# Ti soffoca il sangue? #

# Soccorso... #

# Ti soffoca il sangue? #
# Aiuto! #

# Muoio! #
# E ucciso da una donna! #

# M'hai assai torturata!... #
# Soccorso! #

# Muoio! #
# Odi tu ancora? Parla! #

# Guardami!... Son Tosca!... O Scarpia! #

# Soccorso, aiuta! #

# Odi tu ancora? #

# Muoio... #

# Muori dannato! Muori! #

# Muori! #

# Muori! #

# � morto! #

# Or gli perdono! #

# E avanti a lui tremava tutta Roma! #

Madame!

Madame!

Help me, someone.
Dottore!

- Get my doctor.
- Dottore! Veni qua subito!

Ci facciano indietro!

- Open the mouth!
- No, no, no!

Oh, prendi questo...
Un momento, signora, un momento.

- Dottore, you take him.
- Un momento, signora, un momento.

Now, will nobody get me a stretcher?

Andiamo, andiamo!

- Ho chiesto una barella.
- S�, signora.

I've come for the gentleman who's hurt,
Mr. Fitzgerald, you know...

Gerald.

- Would not the hospital be better perhaps?
- No, no, the villa.

We must nurse him with our own hands.

- Gerald, dear, speak to me.
- He is unconscious.

- We must get him to the hotel.
- You are his wife?

- No!
- He's a friend then.

- Yes.
- Oh.

No, not what you mean.
Not at all.

- Good! I will take him to my villa.
- S�, signora.

You'll do nothing of the kind.

Madame, why do you keep interfering?
What exactly is he to you?

- He's an old friend of my husband.
- Where then is your husband?

My husband is dead,
but I've known him all my life.

Madame, you do not make sense.
Please go away.

Please, madame, you must go away.

You are a little hysterical, madame.
Now, please take care of her.

Take her out...

Aspetta un momento, he's coming around.

My wonderful rescuer.

Are you... all right?

I, yes, but you?
Are you all right?

Oh, sure, I...

- Oh, my head.
- Oh, poor head.

- Adesso...
- Gently, gently.

S�, signora...

I know Madame Della Robbia is here,
but who is with her?

We are not permitted to give out
any such information about our guests.

Look here!

- I'm her brother.
- Indeed?

- You don't believe me?
- The family resemblance is not marked.

It's Antonio.

In fact, the signore looks more
like an American.

I'm her half-brother.
We had different mothers.

Mine lived in Indianapolis.
Now, will you please let me...

Hello? You want to talk to her
on the room phone, perhaps?

Thank you very much.

Hello? Oh, hello, Bice.
This is Mr. Johnny.

I'm coming right up.

Don't say anything to my sister.

- Uh, boy.
- S�, signore.

Take the gentleman up to room 68.

I'm sorry, sir. I did not know
madame came from Indianapolis.

My father travelled a good deal.

- Signor Johnny!
- Hello, Bice.

- Signor Giovanni!
- Hello.

- Where's my sister?
- On the balcony.

I thought so.

Johnny!

Lisa, just exactly what
is going on around here?

This is my little American brother.

Oh, I've heard about you.

I've heard about you too.
The moment I got off the boat.

It's a public scandal.

- You took him to live at your villa.
- Yes, Johnny, dear.

Is that all you have to say?

- Carrying on like this at your age.
- At my age?

You're 25 years old.
You ought to know better.

Wait a minute, son.

As for you, you're an American.
You know better too.

Let Lisa withdraw
and we'll settle this man to man.

How uh... how old are you, Johnny?

- That has nothing to do with it...
- Signora.

Farnham is at the door.
What can I do?

- Oh!
- Your manager?

He must be angry, he must be furious,
he will talk about my concert.

Oh, it's all right, sweetheart.

- Hello, Farnham.
- Oh, it's true.

Yes, I love him.
It is not your business, Farnham.

I have my own life!

- Now, now, signora, relax.
- I'm glad you've come.

- Oh, are you?
- Yes, sir, you've got to save my sister.

Save your...

It's Johnny.
Sit down, sit down, Johnny, sit down.

As a matter of fact I'm in favor
of a little romance now and then.

It helps your singing.

Never have I sung so well.

My whole heart is in my throat.

Oh, by the way, my name's Fitzgerald.

- Howdy.
- How are you?

You two ought to be a little more careful.

After all, there are other places
than the most prominent hotel in Venice.

I'll kick him out if I have to do it
with my own hands.

We're going to have trouble with him.

Yes, well...

Perhaps I'd better explain.
You see uh...

Lisa and I are married.

- Married?
- Yes. Three days ago.

- Is that true?
- Hm-hmm, I'm her bride.

Show me the marriage certificate.

Johnny, you nasty boy!
How dare you.

Where is it?

Bice has it.
Go and ask Bice.

You bet I will.

Married, eh?

Well, that is different.

- Sit down.
- Thank you, Farnham.

Uh... you think you can take it?

- What do you mean?
- I mean...

have you any idea what it's like
being married to an opera singer?

Sure, I think I'm the luckiest
man in the world.

You'll have to be.

Farnham, what a horrible thing to say!

I'm not talking against you, madame,
it's your job.

Well, I suppose I'd better cancel
all bookings for a month or so...

if you want to make this
last through the honeymoon.

You'll do nothing of the kind.

Say, this is going to be
a swell honeymoon

going from city to city
while Lisa sings.

All right, tag along.

After you've heard all those operas
five or six times

you'll begin to wish you had taken vanilla.

That's a nice thing to say, vanilla,
per Bacco.

Never mind, darling, you know
it isn't true. I don't like vanilla.

Dottore, non tocchi niente!

The pooch, have you met Toto?

Yes, why?

Nothing. I expect from now on
you two will be seeing a lot of each other.

Farnham.

I'm sorry, didn't know
there'd be a groom.

Next time I flutter in
I'll be scattering rosebuds.

- Sure there's nothing I can do?
- You can take Johnny away.

Oh, yes, and get him just a little bit drunk.
I think it'll do him good.

I've had jobs I liked better.
Have a cigarette.

American.

Thanks.

Shame. Such a nice guy too.

Can you read Italian?

- Is this thing legal?
- Sure it's legal. Look at the seal.

You're coming with me, kid.
We're going to paint the town pink.

- Why pink?
- Well...

pink is for little boys
and blue is for little girls.

Personally, I prefer little girls.

That Farnham, he spoiled everything.

No he hasn't.

If you think it's true what he said,

I'll give you a divorce tomorrow.

I think he's crazy.

And I think you're beautiful.

And I wouldn't change places
with anybody in the whole world.

Oh, if my career should come
in the way of our love...

- It couldn't.
- I'd give it up.

- You never will.
- Return to dust in my hands.

I'd never let you.

You'll come first, always.

Lisa, whatever you like,
that's what I like.

Always.

Listen.

# Se gh�� tra de lori #

# Chi troppo indiscreto #

# Volesse da p�to el velo strapar, #

# No bada a ste frotole #

# Soleti za semo #

# E Toni el so� remo l� a tento a menar. #

# Vissi d'arte #

Come on. Come on, Toto.

# Vissi d'amore. #

# non feci mai male #

# ad anima viva! #

# Con man furtiva #

# quante miserie conobbi, aiutai #

# Sempre con fe' sincera, #

# la mia preghiera #

# ai santi tabernacoli sal�. #

# Nell'ora del dolore #

# Perch�, #

# Perch� #

# Signore, #

# Perch� me ne rimuneri #

# cos�? #

Happy?

Ecstatic.

Lisa.

What's this Farnham was saying
about a concert tour?

I don't know.

He's not allowed to talk business
to me during the performance.

Darling, you won't let him persuade you
to put off our trip, will you?

Oh, my sweet, didn't I promise?

You certainly did.

Tomorrow we sail for America.

Your home.

And for one long year...
six months, anyway,

I'll be just your wife.

Just my wife.

Darling, you know I had the hotel give us

the same rooms
we had on our wedding night?

Oh, you darling.

And I've ordered supper just for us two
on the same little balcony.

- Same supper?
- Same wine.

The same moon.

I think we can do business.

Cigar?
Thank you.

Ah, madame, great news.

Hello, Farnham,
what are you doing here?

- Madame, these gentlemen...
- No, no business tonight.

But madame, Mr. Bjorgenson and Mr. Carlsen

have come all the way
from Copenhagen just to see you...

- Not tonight.
- They have Kasmina under contract.

But you see, madame,
she lost her voice.

She never had one.

It's for a Scandinavian tour.

- Five cities and the highest prices.
- No, no, no!

May I come in?
Thanks.

Yes, I know you're tired
and I know you want to go to America,

but here's a chance
you may never have again.

Cities that have never heard you.

You'll have the whole Scandinavian Peninsula
in the hollow of your hand.

The whole peninsula?

Yes. Kasmina there's the favorite.

And now you can be, madame.

No, no, no.

Well, at least there's no harm
in talking about it.

Sit down, gentlemen.

Thank you, Farnham.

Take a look at that list of engagements.

- Where's the list, Carlsen?
- ( in Swedish )

( In Swedish )

Looks like a pretty good route.

Non voglio cantare, sono stanca.
Non, voglio.

I cannot.

There will be a triumph waiting for you
in every city, madame.

Madame, Denmark needs you.
And Sweden, and Norway.

That makes 75.000 krona.

And in Oslo, madame,
you will break the record.

I didn't know there were
so many cities up there.

Copenhagen, Oslo, Stockholm, Bergen.

And the Royal Family have asked for me.

The whole Royal Family will be there
for your premi�re.

Yes, madame, they have asked for you.

( In Danish )

We stay only for Copenhagen.

Not for Oslo?

No.

Steward!

The check.

Let's see how many drinks il signore had.

One for Copenhagen,

one for Oslo,

Stockholm, Bergen...
Let me see.

- You don't mind?
- Oh, no, dear, I'll meet you in a few moments.

Flora!

Gerald.

- I thought you were in Paris.
- Surprise.

Come in, come in.

Where's your wife?

We must get a table together
in the dining room.

My wife couldn't sail just yet.

Really?

Yes.

Waiter.

What'll you have to drink?
I've just been drinking...

one for each of the Scandinavian cities.

- A Manhattan.
- Two.

S�, signore.

For Manhattan.

Impossible!

Bad news?

He wants...

He wants to leave me.

Are you thoroughly convinced
of your incompatibility?

He wouldn't be here otherwise,
would you, darling?

Hardly.

We won't have any difficulty
about getting the divorce.

That's a stock question of mine.

Sort of last chance to reconsider.

No, I don't want to reconsider.

I'm glad it's over.
Too unreal.

It was sort of a...

well, sort of a charming nightmare.

Say, have you any conception of what
my married life's been, Mr. Massey?

Perpetually busting across
the face of the earth,

spending all your waking hours
in hotel lobbies

or in the babel of back stages
in opera houses.

Never free, even in your hotel room

from the trillings and tootings,
and mi-mi-mis of the prima-donna's friends

and musical entourage...

press agents and admirers.

Say, have you ever had your picture taken

sitting on top of a trunk
with a dog and a parrot?

Er... no.

Half the time, even in the newspapers
I was referred to as Mr. Gerald Della Robbia.

Are you taking this down, Miss Crowe?

Yes, sir.

Perhaps the bell is out of order.

It's open.
We'll just walk in.

Do you think we'd better?

Sure, come on.

- Highball?
- No, thanks, dear, but you have one.

Right.

Hm, this is nice.

- I'll make you happy, Gerald.
- I know you will, Flora.

We are really mated we two.

We want the same things.

Permanence, stability, comfort.

Yes, and peace of mind.

You never had that with her, did you?

To Lisa, our marriage
was a game she played

when she had nothing else to do.

To me it wasn't a game.
It was solitaire.

Poor darling.

Well!

Well, what on earth...

Does this sort of thing
go on here all the time?

- Look here, you impossible young...
- You're always kissing people, aren't you?

And you're always popping
into places unexpected,

and you're always jumping
to wrong conclusions.

- There's only one conclusion.
- Oh!

- You and this woman.
- Gerald, explain to him immediately.

This is Mrs. Preston, my future wife.

I thought my sister was your wife.

Yes, well, I'm divorcing your sister.

What?

What are you doing here anyway.
And who is this young lady?

Miss Aline Chalmers.

- Oh, how do you do?
- How do you do?

Don't speak to him!

She's my future wife.

Oh, nice of you to drop in.

I brought her here to meet Lisa.

Here?

Aline's family thinks it's bad enough
that my sister's on the stage.

What will they say when they find out
she's being divorced?

I don't know.
What will they say?

They won't care, really.
That's just Johnny's idea.

You don't know life the way I do.

Where is Lisa?

The last I heard she was in London.
What made you suppose she'd be here?

Lisa sent me a wireless this morning.
She arrives on the Berengaria today.

- Today?
- Yes. I got in from New Haven too late...

to meet her at the dock.

I expected she'd be here by this time.
Instead I find her here.

- Really!
- That will do, Johnny. Show me the cable.

Tamamoto!

Well, this does sound
as if she's coming here.

You didn't know?

No, she hasn't found time
to answer my cablegrams.

Sir?

Madame is coming.
Get things ready for her.

Yes, sir.

You don't mind
if we wait here for her, do you?

No. Sit down someplace.
Here.

- I'll run along.
- Yes, darling, I guess you'd better.

Oh, Tamamoto,

put some flowers around the place.
You know, plenty of flowers.

Oh, yes, sir.

Well, I think I'd better
move over to the club.

Lisa will take this place over.

Perhaps I should send some flowers too.

There's a little Italian flower stall downstairs.
He has such lovely, clever ideas.

Oh, swell, sure. We might as well
keep the thing as friendly as possible.

Friendly?
Judas!

That's what he is.
A cut-rate Judas.

Hello, Bice!

- Hello!
- Che fa lui qui?

- Hello, Archimedes.
- Buon giorno.

Ah, Signor Fitzgerald...

Mama mia, I have forgot the bird.

Il papagallo!
Mobe via!

- Was it always like this?
- Always.

Good-bye, darling, will you call me
when you get settled at the club?

All right, sweet, bye-bye.

- Where's Lisa?
- Right away she comes.

We had a little trouble
with the customs inspector.

Scusatemi.

Mr. Johnny, auguri.

This is Bice.
Aline.

Felicit�, signorina.

No, no, no. This stay here!

You open them on the floor.
Quick!

- No understand.
- Presto! Presto!

( In Japanese )

Tamamoto, you ought to do
what Bice tells you.

- Dottore, this is the quilt and the shawl.
- I will arrange.

- Where do the pictures go, Bice?
- On the table.

Madame she likes to have her friends
all about her.

And the flowers, the flowers,
you put them in a vase.

Presto, I will arrange.

You come with me.

Get a basket and clear
all this from the table.

Hey!

Go quick!

- Bice, where do these go?
- In madame's room.

She hates all the light,
so she wants all soft.

Go.

All this smoking.
It's bad for her voice.

Bice, have a heart.

- There you go.
- There I go.

Came for madame.

Holy Moses, who's responsible for that?

Don't let her see that.
She will scream.

It appears like a funeral.

Perhaps it was made for one.

Flora Preston.
Who's that?

Oh... a friend, Bice.

Santi benedetti!

- Fuori!
- No, no, no! That stays.

Put it on the mantle.

- On the...
- On the mantle.

Oh... oh!

A little dead bird in the middle.

That's bad luck.

Ah!
I forgot!

What's the matter with him?

Now what?

Wait a minute!
What's going on here?

Am I cook or am I stable boy?
I want to know.

Put down that knife.

I am cook, my kitchen here.

You too, put down that knife.

He come in my kitchen,
he push me around...

Shut up, shut up!

One at a time.

You see, without me, madame, she die.

She cannot eat the mess
of this foreign gentleman here.

And yet, here is the machine.
How can we cook together?

I am cook this place!
No come my kitchen!

But madame, she cannot eat you!

She want me!
Me, saints in heaven, per Bacco!

Well, Tamamoto, during the stay
of Madame Della Robbia

her chef will do the cooking.

I do not like noise.

Well, I'm terribly sorry, Tamamoto,

but I guess we'll have to put up with it.

No can do.

Go!

Oh, heaven bless our happy home.

Enter Madame.

Archimede, the broth!

Johnny!

Lisa.

- Johnny!
- Gee, Lisa, you look swank.

Doesn't she, Aline?

Oh, this is Aline.
You know, Aline Chalmers.

Oh! First love, young love.

Isn't it sweet?

Speak, child. I want to hear
the timbre of your voice.

I hardly know what to say.

Very light soprano.

Perhaps it will grow.

- Gerald.
- How are you, Lisa?

Are you surprised that I came?

Well, you might have let me know.

I might have done many things.

But the sound of my own voice
singing silly little tunes

has definitely made the rush of life
pass me by like a swift wind.

Of course, I forgot.

This is America.

Here, when the heart speaks,
the lips say...

'Fine weather we are having'.

I imagine that's just what your life is like.

A swift wind.

They were only silly words.
It was charming of you to greet me.

I think we'll be going, Lisa.

- May I come again soon?
- Of course. Good-bye.

- Good-bye, Lisa. I'll call you.
-Au revoir, mes enfants.

Bice!

Bice!

Where are my servants?
Bice!

Sono hore che me lascia cos�.

For hours you leave me
with my hat and fur. Here, take it.

All is fine, all is fine.

- Farnham.
- Pardon me, boys, pardon me.

Here are those few trifles
you left me with.

- Thank you, Farnham.
- Well, boys, I guess you...

Hello!

- Oh, hello, Mr. Fitzgerald.
- Hello, Farnham, how are you?

By and by, by and by.

And uh... and you?

Oh, uh... fine, fine, thanks.
Have a cigarette.

- American.
- Thanks.

I'm just out.

Now, if you'll show me
where to put these little knickknacks...

Okay, follow me.

Ah, signora mia, che imprudenza.

You must drink this at once.
I command you.

And then to complete,
you must rest two, three hours, si?

Ah, dottore,
life demands that I be strong.

With rest comes strength.

Yes, you must be tired, Lisa.
I'll be running along.

S�, s�, s�.

I hope you find the place
comfortable for you.

Where are you going?

I'm staying over at the club.

Oh, yes, yes...

Oh, my head.

The nerve tonic always helps you.

Vada via, dottore, la prego.

There is so much I have to do.

Later I am quiet, but now
I must speak with my husband.

Oh, no, there's plenty of time for that.

No, no, please wait.

- All right, dottore, I take the medicine.
- Subito.

I take it!

I promise.

Faithfully.

Mama mia, Gerald!

Did you bring that thing for my grave?

Well, uh... no, Lisa,
Mrs. Preston of whom I wrote you...

Ah, I see. She sent a peace offering.

A little dove.

She's subtle, this lady.

Oh, you will twist things your own way.

She just did it to be kind,
to welcome you, that sort of thing.

That sort of thing.

Oh, Gerald. It is wonderful!
It should sit in the room.

So that's who she is.

Oh, nothing of the sort.
She left it to the florist...

probably.

I doubt it.
Never mind...

I understand.
I'm a woman of the world.

We shall talk this over quietly.

That's more like it.

L�, mon ami, mon bon ami.

Shake hands, � l'anglaise,
un bon camarade.

I am your friend, Lisa.

To me you're still the most fascinating
woman in the world.

Oh, thank you.

That makes it easier for me
to tell you my little story.

The real reason for my coming.

Hm, what now?

Your letter arrived
at the most opportune moment.

I also have met someone.

Huh?

He's marvelous. Not yet twenty,
but a great poet.

No money, he has no jewels
to bring to me.

Just his heart and his poems
he lays at my feet.

When you asked me
about the American lady,

I say, all is well.
Soon I too can marry.

- A poet?
- Hm-hmm.

Oh, Lisa, I don't believe a word of it.

- You don't believe, eh?
- No!

You're not the only one
that has yearnings!

You are tired of romance.

You long for peace, for quiet,
for your slippers.

What have I to do with these things?

You leave me all alone.

- I leave you alone?
- I am Lisa Della Robbia.

I starve for romance, for poetry!

You come here to watch
over your business, your business.

Very well! I find these romantic things,
I take them!

Don't be such a fool, Lisa!

I, Lisa Della Robbia,
am to be cast aside, like an old shoe?

To live alone, to die alone?

All of a sudden this pressure for romance,

this melodrama about dying alone.

I begged you to settle down,
and what did you answer me?

Can I help it if I love someone else?

I am Della Robbia.
Love is my master and my slave...

- Oh, stop it, Lisa, stop acting!
- Oh!

You've been the baby wonder of the opera
for a long time. Now you listen to me.

You've been petted and spoiled,
you've done as you pleased.

You know how I've always
catered to your whims.

Well, I'm not going to stand quietly by
and see you making a fool of yourself.

- Oh!
- A poet. A new plaything.

You're a conceited child.
It's time you grew up.

You're old enough!

Am I then so very old, Gerald?

Too old for you to love?

And to love you?

Oh, Lisa, I do love you.

And I'm grateful too.
You've been exquisite, magnificent, ideal...

to play with!

Gerald!

Have you the faintest idea
what it means to be a wife?

Gerald!

I mean it from the bottom of my heart.

I'll never forgive you for saying that
as long as I live.

Very well, then. Divorce!

Divorce! You shall have it.

Oh, I wish that I had it here now
so that I could throw it in your sneering face!

Thank you.

Per l'amore del cielo.
Cosa sucede qui?

This broth will give you strength, madame.

Signora mia, lo far� dormire e riposare.

This will make you sleep and rest.

Look, madame, what I get for you.
Isn't it beautiful?

No! Va via!

Now, madame, if you only
let me talk business.

No!

What you...
Get me my needling pencil.

What you need is
to get your mind off this thing.

New surroundings, hard work.

Now, I've got a South American tour
up my sleeve.

- Oh, bene!
- No!

And before we sail, I think I can arrange

for one guest performance
here at the Opera.

- Cavalleria.
- Oh, bellissimo.

How would you like that?

No.

I will never sing again.

Oh, of course,
if you're gonna let this thing lick you.

Who said I would?

Ready to quit just because
another dame steals your husband.

She hasn't stolen him yet.
And she won't.

Wait and see!

What are you going to do now?

This is war and I have not quit.

I have only begun to fight.

Okay, general.

- First thing, we move.
- Move?

Not one night will I spend
under his roof.

- But, madame...
- My things! Pack them!

- Quick! To work, everyone. Quick!
- S�, signora.

- Archimede, il papagallo!
- S�, signora, subito.

Pack everything.
Leave nothing that is mine.

It's a preliminary decree.

Then she is divorced...

The decree becomes absolute
in six months.

Then she is not divorced.

It's just a formality.

- Then she is divorced.
- Certainly they're divorced...

only it isn't quite ripe.

Who will tell her?

Not me.

Ah, I have it.
You tell her.

Hm-hmm.

Now, let's see.

Spirits of ammonia and perhaps
I will even go so far...

as a mild injection of morphine.

Very mild.

I will cook a risotto.
That will be better.

Yes. I will cook her.

Oh, you all.

You don't know her as I know.

Every night she cries herself
to sleep on my breast.

Bice, she says, when I leave his house,

I think he'll follow me.

Every night, she say...

perhaps he comes tomorrow.

And I say, but, madame,
what will you speak to him when he calls?

But, she say,
perhaps he come anyway.

Perhaps he break in the door.

Break in the door?

She will not open the door to him
after what he do.

But she wanted him
to break it in, and say:

Lisa, you are like the sun in my life.

I cannot live in this great darkness.

But he never come.

Now it is too late.

Bice, Bice, Bice!

Shhh, she's up!
She come.

Oh, it's so bright,
the sun is shining this morning.

Quanta gente, vero, Bice?
Good morning.

Good morning, signora.

All is well with my little family?

- Oh, fine, fine.
- Yes, madame.

What is wrong with all of you?

No matter what has happened,
never look like that. Never.

Come, out!
Out with it!

Well...

Madame, the preliminary decree
has been granted.

He did not break in the door.

My dears...

my friends...

You're so worried about me.

How lucky I am to be so blessed.

Bice, vecchia amica,
Dio te benedica.

Vecchia buona amica.

Cari tutti, thank you.

There.
There, that's enough.

All is not over, no!

Archimede, open a bottle of wine.
Drink my health.

S�, signora, subito.

Sii bravi! Coraggio!

I will be alone with Farnham.

Cara signora.

Well...

You're an amazing woman, madame.

You never do what is expected of you.

No one ever does
what is expected of them.

It is such a puzzle.

They say there are great pitch-black
spaces between the stars.

I think there are between people too.

Quite pitch.

Pitch black.

Yes, pitch, very pitch.

I must dress.

Go make a speech for them, Farnham.
Make them laugh.

Make them laugh.

Farnham, what we do?

There's one thing you can do,
but you won't do it.

- What's that?
- Pretend you don't hear it.

If you...

- Hello!
- Giovanni!

We got trouble, Johnny.
She cry her eyes out.

What's the matter?

Preliminary Decree blue.

Oh!

Don't let it worry you, sis.

You oughtn't to come
when I look like this.

That's what brothers are for.

If only I could have seen him
once more, just once.

- I guess Mrs. Preston fixed that.
- Yes.

It's full of cold, ugly words.

What does that mean,
'when the decree is final'?

Well, you see,
you're not quite divorced yet.

No?

No, the law requires both parties
to wait six months,

just in case you change your mind.

Oh, Gerald will not change his mind.

You love him a lot, don't you, sis?

How else can I sing of love?

Well, it probably doesn't do Gerald
much good

to have you sing to him
when he isn't there.

Oh, I don't know, I don't know.

I only know that I am unhappy.

But what am I to do?

What can I do?

I've thought of many ways
to win him back

but Gerald is not like other men.

He pricks my little bubble.

He say, 'Come off, Lisa, come off!
Don't act!'

What am I to do?

Here, blow your nose.

What is it?

Your husband's lawyer is on the phone.

Gerald's there.

They wonder if you can come down
for some sort of a financial conference.

I guess I can come too,
if you want me to.

- Gerald is there.
- That's what they said.

Bice.

Bicetta!

Bicettina! Quick!

I'll tell them you're coming.

S�, signora.

Mr. Fitzgerald is upset over your refusal
to accept any sort of financial settlement.

- Oh, really?
- So I asked you to meet him here.

Thank you.

You didn't answer my phone call.

Well, I'll leave you
to discuss things alone.

Isn't Flora here?

Why should she be here?

As your future wife

I should think she would be interested
in your financial affairs.

- It's no business of Flora's...
- Oh, but Gerald, it is.

Every wife should be interested in what
her husband does with his money.

I know I wasn't, but I was a failure.

Now look, Lisa, why do you always
make things so difficult?

I've always helped you out with your bills.
I want to keep on doing it.

I like to do it. Heaven knows
you could never manage them alone.

No!
I will not listen to a word of it.

- Not here.
- Where then?

- Not without Flora.
- Oh now, look, Lisa...

I know. You bring Flora
to supper tomorrow night.

- Huh?
- But first you come to hear me sing.

For the last time.
Ecco, I send you a box.

- Well, I don't know whether Flora would...
- Flora, Flora is a modern woman.

of course she'll come rather than
let you come by yourself.

- You ask her.
- Well...

All right, then.
Tomorrow night.

Good-bye.

I wish I'd read the libretto.

- What is she singing?
- She's praying.

For her husband to come back?

Oh, I mean in the opera.

Look here, Flora.

It's quite all right to go to Lisa's
for supper tonight, isn't it?

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

No, I mean, there won't be
any unpleasantness?

Not on my part.

# Alleluja #

# Regina coeli laetare. Alleluja #

# Resurrexit sicut dixit #

# Resurrexit sicut dixit #

# Alleluja #

# Inneggiamo, il Signor non � morto #

# Ei fulgente ha dischiuso l'avel #

# Inneggiam al Signore risorto #

# Oggi asceso alla gloria del ciel #

# Inneggiamo, il Signor non � morto #

# Ei fulgente ha dischiuso l'avel #

# Inneggiam al Signore risorto #

# Oggi asceso alla gloria del ciel #

# Inneggiamo, il Signor non � morto #

# Inneggiam al Signore risorto #

# Oggi asceso alla gloria,
alla gloria del ciel #

# alla gloria del ciel #

# Alla gloria del ciel.
Alleluja #

# Inneggiamo, il Signor non � morto #

# Inneggiam Al Signore risorto #

# Oggi asceso alla gloria,
alla gloria del ciel #

# Alla gloria, alla gloria, a la gloria,
alla gloria del ciel... #

# Alla gloria del ciel. #

# - Alleluja.
- Oh, Signor. #

# - Alleluja.
- Oh, Signor. #

# - Alleluja.
- Oh, Signor. #

# Dominus! Alleluja!
Dominus! Alleluja! #

# Dominus! Alleluja!
Dominus! Alleluja! #

# Dominus! #

# Signor! #

Naturally I asked you.
You belong to the family now.

I do not know yet just what relation
we are to be to one another...

but something surely.

My English is so shaky.

Wives-in-law, is it not?

I couldn't say.

- What an idea.
- At any rate, we should not be strangers.

We have so much in common now.

- Oh, my doctor.
- Signora.

- My Bice.
- Incantata, signora.

- My Archimede.

And of course you are acquainted
with the children.

Yes, but we don't have them.

- Good evening.
- Hello, dear.

She's so sweet.

May I congratulate you
on your success this evening?

I wonder if they don't bore you.
You've had so many.

One is rarely bored with the success
for which one has worked and planned.

Don't you find that true, Mrs. Preston?

Well, aren't you going
to say hello to me, Lisa?

Standing there so big and solemn,

I quite forgot for a moment
that you were no longer

part of the furniture of my life.

Good evening, Gerald,
I'm glad you're here.

- You're looking radiant.
- Thank you, Gerald.

Bice! Bicetta!
Bicettina!

S�, signora.

Call the dottore, call Archimede.

Quick, tell them to move the table
right in there.

- But quickly!
- S�, signora.

Archimede!

Why are they doing that?

It's easier than moving the piano in there.

They never do anything very far away
from the piano.

How amazing.

They're really a lot of fun.

Well, here we are.

Oh, just look at those truffles, Flora.

Those truffles have come
from my farm in Tuscany.

Rigoletto and I hunted for them
last June.

He with his nose and I with my stick

to hit him in the head
when he find the truffle.

He loved it so, my Rigoletto.

- Who is Rigoletto, your son?
- No, my pig, madame.

A great hunter of truffles,
my Rigoletto.

What a strange name for a pig.

Why not, madame?
He enjoyed it, poor fellow.

It gives him style before the other pigs.

My cow, I named Aida.

My ox, Don Giovanni.
Oh, they are all very pleased.

Yes, Archimedes is going to be tied
to his farm when he gets old.

And doctor here will do
a little practice in Cannes.

Oh, yes. Two years ago
I tried to leave madame.

I had a rheumatism
and a little homesickness.

So my sister, she say...

'Why you run all around the world
in your rheumatism?'

'Stay here. I cook for you.'

So I tried to stay.

Why didn't you?

Well, I tell you...

An Opera company come to Cannes

and they give 'La Forza del Destino'.

I go.
The soprano she sing like a cow.

I beat my head against
the seat in front and I yell...

No, no, no! Non � cos� che se dice,
corsa de barbara.

And I run out.

Tell me, doctor, where did you run?
Back to madame?

Yes, and here I am.

The music is in the blood.
Worse than the rheumatism.

It make me suffer more.

And the memories stab my heart
a hundred times a day.

And pictures of the past
come up quickly to my mind at night.

And I am lonely.

Ah, it is a great life of pictures
we lead with madame.

Imagine. I hear the Bartelozzi in Milano.

Oh, la Bartelozzi?

Oh, of course she does not compare
with madame.

But she's a very good dramatic.

Ma, la Bartelozzi no sa cantare!

Come, no sa cantare?

Down, down, down.

As a matter of fact
I've heard her do lots of things.

She sings Valentina
in The Huguenots magnificently.

Ecco! Il signor Geraldo he say so too.

He's a connoisseur.

In the aria with the tenor,
what a beauty!

Ah, pooh!

- Scusatemi. I will play it for you.
- I will get my flute.

Yes, Archimede. Get your flute.

What I said.

So sentimental and sleepy
it make your stockings fall down.

Bice! Si scordi
davanti la sposa americana?

Oh, mama mia.

Oh, Bice, pass the salad.

- Have some salad, Flora.
- No, thank you. Not anymore.

Well, Signor Geraldo, this is the last
of the jolly little suppers.

To your health, doctor.

We have drink to health in many places.

Cairo, Milano, Vienna.

Yes, it was fun while it lasted.

Madame Della Robbia,
I hear you're to be married again.

- What?
- What's this, Lisa?

You never told me.

Now that Gerald is gone I think you ought
to talk these things over with me.

Look here, don't talk
as though I were dead.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Sometimes I get confused.
All the English words.

I'll answer it.

Hello.

Oh, hello.

Are you tight?

What is?

It's Farnham.

Yeah...

Yeah...

Wait a minute.

He says the impresario
of the Opera in Buenos Aires

was out in front tonight
and is crazy about you.

Yeah...

Yeah...

Hold on.

He's willing to pay you twice your salary
if you'll open the season there.

I go, of course I go.

The trouble is you'll have to sail tomorrow.

Then we sail tomorrow.

You mean it, Lisa?

Of course I mean it.

Go ahead and close the deal.

Tomorrow?

A toast!

To life!

To life that outruns chance,
and love and death.

To life, the winner of the race.

To my husband and his wife.

- To my wonderful sister.
- Bravo!

Ah, thanks, Bice.

Say, let's get amalgamated and sing
the Anvil Chorus for the last time.

S�, s�...

Dear me, I feel as if I were at a funeral
with all these last rites.

- Archimede!
- Vengo!

Come join the chorus.
You come and sing the soprano.

Subito.

- Vengo, signor Geraldo!
- Ah, there he is.

Bice, Bice, has a fine voice,
haven't you?

The Anvil Chorus then.

- Pronto?
- Si!

# Chi del gitano i giorni abbella? #

#Chi del gitano i giorni abbella? #

# Chi i giorni abbella? #

# Chi del gitano i giorni abbella? #

# La zingarella! #

Bravo!
Now, now, pianissimo.

# Chi del gitano i giorni abbella? #

# Chi del gitano i giorni abbella? #

# Chi i... #
- Stop, stop, stop.

We're not in voice tonight.

I always suffer from catarrh
in this country of yours.

Now, madame,
I hope you will excuse me.

It is getting late.
And as we have to leave tomorrow,

there is much I must do.

Buona notte, dottore.

Buona notte, signora.
Good night. Good night.

Good night, doctor.

We must all be going.

It's very late.
And madame must be tired.

No...

If you must.

Your car's waiting, I suppose, Flora?

Yes, but I'm nervous
with only the chauffeur at night.

You'll ride with me home, won't you?

I still have business to discuss with Lisa
and if she leaves tomorrow then...

I'm sure madame can find time
for you in the morning.

Oh, Mrs. Preston.

Johnny and I will ride home with you.

I go your way
and we have no car here and...

May we?

- Thanks, that would be charming.
- You sweet, thoughtful child.

Here... this for... perhaps I seem a little dull.
That is because I am not always happy.

Draws the light out.

On your throat,
they will soon shine again.

My present for your engagement with Johnny.

- Oh, Lisa...
- Thank you.

- There, there, there.
- Good night.

Oh, they're awfully young, Lisa.
Too soon to talk about engagements.

Perhaps they will grow together,
like a tree into one long stem...

that cannot be divided.

Well, at least the tree
can't pick up its roots

and sail on the next steamer
to South America

or the first place
that comes into its head.

Good night, Madame Della Robbia.
Such an unusual evening.

- Quite extraordinary.
- Really?

I suppose you have to be like this.

If you weren't, people wouldn't pay
so much money to see you on the stage.

To myself I seem quite simple.

Perhaps it comes from throwing yourself
into every part you do.

You throw yourself out of joint
of this world.

and end up by not knowing
how to behave at all.

However, I am delighted
to have met you.

I understand Gerald much better now.

And you have behaved
most becomingly on the whole.

Really, amazingly well.

So thank you so much.
Don't let Gerald tie you.

Send him home soon.

Good night.

Here we are, Mrs. Preston.

Oh, yes, there you are, Flora.

Good night.

- Gerald, will you...
- Down.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- Signora...
- Bice!

- Che c'�?
- Bice...

Call Archimede, tell him to clear away later
or in the morning.

Oh!

Well, perhaps I'm intruding, Lisa,
taking your time.

Dear me, no.
I'm a bird of the night.

A nightingale.

You know, Gerald, I've not forgot
what you said.

That I was never a wife to you.

I, uh...

I'd give anything to wipe out the words
I said to you that day but, well...

I don't know, I've always said
things to you I didn't mean.

The problem is there is always
just enough truth in them.

No truth at all.
It's just that er...

that young poet of yours set me off.

Silly, wasn't it?

Yes.

By the way,
what ever became of him, Lisa?

There is no one.

There never has been anyone.

- Shall I...
- No, I go.

Alo, alo?

Oh, Flora.
Yes, he's still here.

You want him?
At once you shall have him.

Yes, Flora.

- You aren't home already.
- No, I'm downstairs.

Call me when you get home, will you?

- Say, quarter of an hour?
- Well, these things take time, you know.

- Well, get plenty of sleep.
- Yes, Flora, good night, good night.

I uh... I must go now, Lisa.

Of course.

Thank you for coming.

Well... I hardly knew you were
in this mood.

No tricks, no sour speeches,
no poetry.

Oh, perhaps you are glad
to get rid of me.

Haven't you anything to say?

No.

Good-bye then.

Oh, Lisa, I wish you had cared for me.

I wish you just hadn't been emotion
without any heart behind it.

How can you say such things to me?

I know I have no right
to say them, but they're true.

Emotion without any heart?

How do you think I learned to sing
as I never sang before?

Do you think I sing to this fat
little tenor with food in his eyes?

I'm glad I was good
for your career at least.

Oh...

I thought we both wanted
the world to be richer.

In music, for our love.

If you had a better wish,
why didn't you make me leave?

Oh, Lisa, I wish I had.

Oh, stop that noise!

Alo.

Hello, may I speak
with Mr. Fitzgerald, please?

Hello, hello!
Where are you now?

I am in a drugstore.

What?

I know you're not deaf, Flora.
I beg your pardon.

I know it's late, Flora, but after all
I'm alone with my own wife.

By golly, I'd forgotten.

Yes, yes, honest I had.

I think you'd better call me
when you get back to the club.

I will, I will.

Well, I can't go until you hang up
the receiver, can I?

Oh, rubbish!
Good night!

Poor Flora.

Oh, Lisa, I love you!
I'll always love you.

Hello?

Yes, good morning, operator.
Did you...

What?

You called his club all night long
and he hasn't been in yet?

Are you sure?

Hello.
Get me a taxi.

Right away.

Good morning, good morning,
good morning.

- Buon Giorno, Signor Geraldo!
- Very happy to see you again.

Well, thank you, Bice.

- Good morning, Archimede.
Very happy, very happy.

- Buon Giorno, Bice.
- Buon giorno, signora!

# Bella figlia dell'amore. #

- My Gerald, you've got musical.
- Oh, why not, darling?

You look lovely enough drag a song
out of a catfish.

Good morning, Toto.
Come, come, come...

Well, Bice, how would you like
settling down in America, huh?

Huh? What is?

Yes, Bice.
No more opera.

From today we raise chickens,
The most beautiful chickens.

Yes, you remember, Bice. I showed you
pictures of my house in the country.

- We don't go to South America then?
- Of course not.

Certainly not.
Never heard of the place.

( mumbles )

My love.

Oh, you darling, you darling...

Darling, promise me that you'll never
leave me again

promise me that
or you won't get any breakfast.

Henceforward I will be like a shadow
cast by the sun.

Now to the east, now to the west.
But always close beside you.

Eat your grapefruit.

Well, of course I won't mind if you sing
a performance now and again at the Metropolitan.

Oh, you darling.

And at Covent Garden.
Just once in a while.

Well, all right,
just once in a great while.

Oh, Toto!
Toto, darling.

Toto look fine on the farm.

Hm, yes, but uh...

Is there something else, my Gerald?

Hm... there's Toto.

Oh, never again will I ask you
to take care of Toto.

I swear.

Can you forgive your mother, darling?

What are you trying to do?

- Madame is in bed.
- It doesn't matter, bed will do!

- But you cannot come in!
- I'd like to know who's going to keep me out.

Good... good morning, Flora.

I simply wanted to make sure.

You didn't answer the telephone last night.

Oh... I answered it three or four times.

You know what I mean perfectly well.

I called you for hours.

Finally the operator said
the receiver was off.

- Oh, well, it must have fallen off.
- You take me for a fool?

If you think...

If you think I'll let myself be humiliated
like this for a common opera singer...

- Oh!
- Now, Mrs. Preston!

Oh, don't imagine you've broken my heart.

I happen to be rather hard up
and I need a solvent husband.

What do you suppose this woman
wants of you except to pay her debts?

And cover up her affairs with dukes,
and princes and whatnots.

- Will you please confine your remarks to me!
- I'll confine them to my lawyer.

You... you libertine!

- Hm...
- You'll make a good settlement...

or I'll know the reason why.

Good day to you both!

- What a woman.
- How dare she!

How dare she come into my own house
and talk so!

- It's as if she was a wife.
- I know...

I should have said to her,
'Are you the wife?'

Darling, darling, you forget,
we're practically divorced, you and I.

Oh, yes...

And whose fault is it?
Hers!

- Oh, I should have said to her...
- Wait, wait, come back...

It's all right, I'll pay her off.
We don't want any more trouble.

Opera singers are just like actors.

Only more so.

Oh, I beg your pardon,
but isn't this Mrs. Preston?

- Yes.
- Fine.

We're just going to interview
Madame Della Robbia.

Yes, and you've been calling on her,
haven't you, Mrs. Preston?

- Will you excuse me, please?
- Oh...

- Just a minute.
- When is the wedding going to be?

There isn't going to be any wedding.

- Oh!
- How do you do, Mrs. Preston?

- Do you know where Gerald is?
- Nothing could interest me less.

Well, what do you make of that?

- Hey, I smell a mouse.
You go for it on our City Desk, Pixie.

Joe and I are going upstairs.

Lisa!

Lisa.

Hey, hey, hey, get rid of him.
Get rid of him.

He mustn't see me in these clothes.

Oh, Giovannino.

Hello...

Having breakfast?
Gerald here already?

Hm, no, no...
Yes, he's not here.

What?

I thought I might help you pack
or something.

Say, we saw Mrs. Preston downstairs
talking with some men.

- Reporters, I think.
- Oh?

Yes, one of them had a camera.

So...

May I go in your bedroom
and powder my nose?

Oh... you mean... in the bedroom?

May I?

No, no, my dear, wait!
Wait, my dear.

You see?

I'll answer.
I'd better answer.

- Hello?
- What are you doing?

- Why don't you answer?

They can't hear you, Lisa.
The phone isn't plugged in.

Oh, Bice, plug in the plug.

I always like to telephone down here.
I can hear better by the window.

Hello? Yes, it's me.
Who wants?

- No, I cannot receive at this hour.
- Oh!

Bice...

Everybody's telephoning all the time.

Recital?
No, no...

No!

Is this Madame Della Robbia's apartment?

No!

Gerald!

- Well, what are you doing here?
- I can't get out...

I mean, I just came in!

- Don't let them in. Reporters!
- How dare you pound on my door!

Gerald, what are you doing here
in your evening clothes?

Oh, I wear them all the time now.
They're more becoming.

- Meaning what?
- Mind your own business.

- I go.
- No, don't answer it, Lisa!

I better go.
They phone all the time.

- I plug in the plug.
- Never mind, Bice.

- Don't answer it, Lisa.
- Why are they telephoning?

And why are they knocking?

Why are you in evening clothes
at this hour of the morning?

Well, I uh...

Oh!

Oh!

Ohhh!

Keep still and let me finish.

- Oh, gracious!
- Bice, Bice...

Oh, shut up.

Tell Archimedes to answer the door
and make those men to go away.

Lisa, you'd better go in the dining-room.

Ohhh!

Will you stop saying oh
and make yourself useful?

- Oh!
Take care of Aline and hide her somewhere.

- Where?
- Anywhere. I don't care.

This is a nice piece of work.

Oh... ohhh.

Oh, shut up!

Shhh.

Nobody is in this flat.
Vacant.

Hey, what is this?

Now you get out of here!

- Step out in these clothes?
- You have no business here.

- She's my sister and I...
- Johnny, they're married!

Oh, are they?
What about that interlocutory decree?

Ah, yes, I forgot.
We both forgot.

Well, those reporters won't forget.

That's right.
Move over.

Help! Help!
Help!

- Help!
- What is it now?

- The dumb waiter!
- The dumb waiter?

Somebody hide in the dumb waiter.

- I hold. Come quick!
- What, reporters?

I see the top of his head.
I pull the rope, down he go.

Come on, Archimede, we'll fix him!

- Get out!
- He come up again.

Get you down or I throw!
Get you down!

Keep your shirt on, Bice!
It's me!

Signor Farnham!
And I almost scald.

Ha, well, well!

Farnham!

Is this that peace and quiet
you were talking about?

Oh, Flora turned the whole press
loose on us.

You're telling me?
The lobby is knee-deep with them.

Farnham, go out.
Send them away.

So you can go to that potato fest
or whatever it is?

Oh, Farnham, as my friend, please.

- Nobody on earth can do that.
- Well, what can we do then?

- How about running away?
- In that thing?

I can't recommend it.

We'll elope to South America.

- Farnham, you go out and stall the reporters.
- What?

- Get going!
- Okay, general.

Bice, you go get a coat for madame.
Hurry, come on.

Archimede, you get the doctor
and take our luggage to the boat.

- Quickly!
- S�, s�.

We'll have to travel light for once.

Wait a minute!

If you boys will just be patient
for about five minutes,

I'll give you a real good story.

Quiet!

Five minutes.

Here you are.
We won't need that.

Move over, Lisa.

- Ah, down we go!
- Wait a minute, wait a minute!

- Don't forget Toto.
- Oh, yes. Here, Gerald.

- What?
- Good-bye!

Now, see here, Lisa.

I'm letting you see again I'm even
going to South America with you.

But there's one thing
I'll never do again.

Be nursemaid to that dog!

Gee whiz!

Gerald, never you have spoken
to me like this before.

I like it.

Exit, Madame.

Subtitles: Lu�s Filipe Bernardes