All language subtitles for Don Quijote de Orson Welles (1992)-resync

In a place in La Mancha whose
name I don't want to remember

some time ago lived a nobleman
with spear,

old leather shield, thin old horse
and running greyhound.

Our nobleman was about
50 years old.

He had a robust constitution,
thin, with a lean face,

was an early riser and friend of hunting.

Some people say that he had
the nickname of Quijada o Quesada

but there are some differences
in the authors that write about this.

But this is not important
for our story.

The important thing is that
everything is true.

And this aforementioned
gentlemen,

when was idle, that's to say
almost everyday,

liked to read chivalresque
novels with so much love...

that he forgot the exercise
of hunting

and management of his estate.

And was so great his curiosity
and foolishness, that sold...

a lot of land to buy
chivalresque novels.

And that way, he took to his
house as many as he could.

But he preferred the ones written
by Feliciano de Silva.

Because he liked very much
the clarity of his prose and

his intricate sentences.

Even more when he read those
amorous compliments and duels,

where was written in many
places:

The reason of the injustice that is
made to my reason,

weaken so much my reason
that I have a reason to complain...

about your beauty.

With this ideas, the
poor knight lost his mind.

And tried to understand them
and to decipher their meaning.

But even Aristotle would have
been unable to understand them,

if he would have resuscitate just for that.

The high Heaven that with
your divinity,

divinely with the stars
fortify you...

and make you deserve
what deserves your...

nobility.

And this way, he thought
the most estrange idea...

that never was thought in the world.

And he decided to become a knight
errant and to go all over the world...

with his arms and his horse
in search of adventures.

And to solve any kind of
problem and to run a lot...

of risks so that solving it
he had an eternal name and fame.

And the firs thing he made was
cleaning some weapons...

that belonged to their
grandparents.

They were covered in rust and
patina and put in a corner.

Then, he spent four days
thinking in a name...

for his horse.

Because the horse owned by
a famous kinght must have...

a known name.

And, finally, he called it
Rocinante.

A name that he thought was, high,
sonorous and important.

After that we wanted to think
in a name for himself.

And he spent with this
thought eight days more.

And at the end, he decide
to be Don Quixote.

Then he realised that he only
needed one more thing,

looking for a dame who
fall in love with.

Because a knight errant without
a love was a tree without leaves.

And body without soul.

In a place close to his
there was a good looking farmer,

and he had been in love with
her for some time,

but she never knew this,
of course.

Her name was Aldonza Lorenzo,
and he gave her the title of lady

of his thoughts with the name of
Dulcinea del Toboso.

Then Don Quixote talk to
a farmer,

a good man, if this can be
said of...

a poor man but very stupid.

And he insisted and promised
so much, that the poor farmer

decided to go with him
and to be his squire.

I hope, Sancho, that we have
some adventures.

If this happens, you'll make fortune
very quickly.

And you'll be a very rich man.

- Really?
- Believe me, Sancho.

I believe you but for me
the most important thing is...

- What is it, Sancho, my friend.
- Look, my lord...

Talk without fear, Sancho.

My isle, the one you promised me.

You must know that the knights
errant used to make...

their squires governors of the
isles they won.

And I'll do the same.

Or even more.

Because they used to
wait until their squires were...

very old to give them
some title.

But if you live and I live,
it may be that I win very early...

a kingdom with others
attached to it.

And I could make you king
of one of them.

And don't you think that this
is strange, because...

to these knights happen
so many things...

that I could give you easily
more than I have promised.

There were some knights, like
the famous Amadis de Gaula,

that gave to their squire
the title of count.

Jump. Come on, donkey, jump.

My donkey is different.
Jump, you stupid.

Come on, Sancho. But I expect
to exceed all them in generosity.

Do you see this fertile land?

You could own it in a few days.

I don't like it too much, sir.

I prefer the isle.

Since the time of the
round table,

the order of knighthood
extended.

And in it were famous, besides
the brave Amad�s de Gaula,

the valiant Belianis de Grecia...

I, the same way that these
knight, walk this land...

to help all the needy.

And those knights, did they also
give isles to their squires?

You'll have an isle, Sancho. The bad
days that are waiting for you...

will be generously rewarded
with the land you'll have.

And if I were a king
my Teresa would be a queen,

and my children princes.

And who doubt it, Sancho?

I doubt it, because my Teresa is
no good as queen.

Countess will be better for her.
And that with some help from God.

God will give her the best
thing for her.

But you should be at least
governor.

I've always been very
good at that.

Besides, you'll give me
all that I need.

You're right, Sancho.

But, before looking for isles,
we have to look for adventures...

to gain name and fame.

This way, when we arrive
to the court of some king,

I'll already be a knight known
for his actions.

You're right.

And when we come into the city,

everybody will follow me saying:

"This is the one who defeat
the giant Brocabruno"

and the people will lean out
of the windows.

Damn it! An infernal machine!

That monster has kidnapped
a princess!

But I'll save her, Sancho.

Wait, sir, don't be mistaken.
It's just a Vespa.

Stop, you rogue! Stop!

Madam, I'll save you from
this evil machine.

Set that princess free.

Who is this madman?

Don Quixote de la Mancha.

Knight errant, and servant of
Dulcinea.

Look, knight-errant,
let me pass.

- You're under the spell of this thing.
- Don't be stupid. Go away.

- You're bewitched, madam.
- Go away, mummy.

Oh, you heartless, I'll skewer you.

- Sir...
- This guy is nuts.

Poor wretch, how can you treat
this way your saviour?

He's crackers.

And promise me you'll go to
the Toboso and will talk...

the beautiful Dulcinea
about my heroic deed.

I'll skewer you, damned.

This is too much. Go away.

You're free.

If I'm free you're going
to come with me.

And you're not coming back
until I pass.

- How you dare...?
- Be careful, sir.

Poor maid. You're
definitely bewitched.

Let me go, Morgana.
Let me go, you evil.

Take care, madman. Go to hell.

Sorrows were made for
the beasts, not for the men.

When men suffer them too much,

they become beasts.

You should show that
gallant spirit the knights have.

You must start moving, stand up
and start walking.

It's no use being here seated
sighing?

Firs we go running everywhere.

And then you seat here thoughtful
in this lost place.

Okay, do whatever you want.

I swear God that I'll live the life
that lived the marquis of Mantua.

And who is that?

The noble marquis promised
not to eat...

and not to be with maids...

and other things that I don't
remember,

until I take my revenge on this
infernal machine.

That marquis would drink a lot of wine.

- I've made a promise.
- I'm glad.

I'll fast until I was worthy
of Dulcinea's love.

Forget that promises.
They aren't healthy.

I relinquish food - Not me.

And you, Sancho, will relinquish
wine.

You shouldn't make promises
in my name.

Silence!

Oh, flower of the knight-errantry.

Oh, shinning light of the arms.

Let's hope to Almighty God, that
the people that try to...

get in the way of your heroic
deeds...

never get what they desire.

Oh, Don Quixote de la Mancha.

Light and mirror of the kight-errantry
of la Mancha, and the first

that in these calamitous day,

took up the exercise of arms
and of solving problems.

Listen.

It's...

You're tiring me...

What a day. He is starting to
pester me.

But I'm talking with my donkey,
with the plants.

Not whit you, for Pete's sake!

Ay, Lord. If I knew at least
where are we going.

Gee up! You could have warned me.

All right. I lift your
penitence.

Wait until the story of the incredible
deeds we are about to...

stage, sees the light.

And what about eating?

A spiritual food will be
the golden age,

where deeds worthy of being
cut in bronze will see the light.

Wouldn't it be better that you
forgot the penitence?

Oh, you, wise man who must be
the chronicler of this story.

And don't forget mentioning
Sancho,

even though you prefer the
big names.

Su mustn't forget either
our hunger.

Oh, beautiful Dulcinea del Toboso,
you are lucky of...

having a knight at your feet.

I'm at my feet to.

- A knight thirsty of love.
- And Sancho, thirsty of wine.

- Begging on his knees...
- Something to eat.

- Oh, blessed...
- Blessed, who?

- Blessed you, oh, century.
- Blessed are the sausages.

Blessed century that see the birth
of Don Quixote de la Mancha,

matchless Dulcinea's slave.

My God, Don Quixote has
split his head open.

Oh, lady of beauty.

Effort of my weaken heart.

You, my sweet enemy,
must look now...

with your noble eyes
at this captive knight,

who is living this great
adventures for your beauty.

- I don't understand anything.
- Don't you, Sancho?

And nevertheless is simple.

It means that your master is
still fasting.

Fantastic.

Don't you think that I'm
doing this to be famous.

Fasting help us to meditate.

And once away from the
worldly goods...

we can at last get
the fame in the spirit.

Shit.

You must choose your words
carefully.

Are you talking about food
again, Sancho?

About a big stew, exactly.

I wonder where I will find it.

- Here.
- In the mountains?

- Where the spirit flies.
- And my tummy.

- Sac of evils...
- It'll be an empty sac.

Where the eagles break
the bitter loneliness...

for being witnesses of my spite.

And of your hunger, I guess.

You can make penitence but
I'll fill the saddlebags.

And let's no talk more.

Do whatever you want, beast
of little soul.

That's it. See you later.

And you can chew mud if
you're very hungry.

- You mean!
- You can insult me, I'll go anyway.

Leaving Don Quixote full
of high thoughts,

Sancho went looking
something to eat.

And he found it.

Don't you like this smell?

It tastes very good.

You must know that many knights
didn't eat in a month.

Did they? Anyway, nobody can see
us. Do you like?

Shut up and eat.

Yes, I'll do it. Don't you want
just a little?

- What a pity. Come on, sir.
- Don't tempt me, devil.

Are you sure you don't want?
It's delicious.

Come on. A little wing it is
nothing.

Come on, Don Quixote. Try
this wing.

Even the knights errant
must eat something.

Have a go.

Stop dissimulating and attack
without fear.

You're very thin.

Nobody can see you.

- Delicious, isn't it?
- It's very good, but I can't.

Is that all?

It's perfect for me.

I like eating this way.
Without any respect.

Without chewing slowly,
neither cleaning me often...

All the things you just can
do when you're on your own.

Sir, wouldn't you eat a
little more?

Come on, you glutton,
take all it.

You're the devil, Sancho.
Really delicious.

- Liven up, there is more.
- Just this.

The good Sancho couldn't imagine
that the adventures...

were going to cut in front of
them to spoil...

his pacific digestion.

What a hot day.

- You, stop pestering.
- Sancho, the way is long.

With bread and wine you can
walk the way.

But a chicken must be too much
and spoil the digestion.

If you had fasted like me...

Look, donkey, I'm going
to hit you. Come on.

My weapons, Sancho. Do you see
that dust cloud? It's a big army.

There are two dust clouds.

The following centuries will
remember this day.

Don Quixote will show no mercy to
those who dare to challenge me.

Listen, Sancho.
Don't you hear the clamour?

And that army is driven
by the valiant Lauracalco.

And that one by the fearful
Micocolembo. For Dulcinea's sake!

Don't you see they are only lambs?

For Dulcinea! For Dulcinea!

Come back, sir Don Quixote.

- What is that guy doing?
- Go away, you bastard!

Go back.

Go away, son of a bitch.
You'll see.

Lauracalco has betrayed me.

Didn't you realise they
were sheep?

I remember having read that a knight
called Diego P�rez Vargas,

having lost his sword
in a battle,

pulled a oak up and crushed
so much Moors with it,

that was called 'the crusher'.

Raise the...

I'm telling you this, because
I'll pull up a branch too,

from the first oak we find.

I've caught your...

And my revenge will be so big
that you'll see...

incredible things.

How are you going to revenge
if they are always a lot...

and we are one and a half?

- I am like one hundred men.
- That't true. A hundred beaten men.

I must show you my bravery.

What for?

What do you mean, what for?
You, insolent.

Nobody is going to beat me.

I'm pacific and I don't like
fights.

I'll tie you to a tree and, naked,
I'll beat you a thousand times.

Don't dream of that.

Freedom is on of the most
precious gifts...

given to men by Heavens.

I won't go against your will.
At least until you know the rules.

I'm dying for knowing them,
sir Don Quixote.

- Sancho, listen to me.
- I'll do it if you are reasonable.

According to our code, until
you are not a knight,

you can't help me.

So, even is you see me in
difficulties, you must not defend me.

I'll obey you.

I'll obey this commandment like
the days of obligation.

I made a mistake fighting against men
that weren't of my condition.

But now, come here, good Sancho.

- Inspect my mouth.
- Your mouth? Okay, open it.

Wait. How many teeth did
you have in this side?

- Four.
- Four?

Are you sure, sir?

Four or maybe five. I haven't
lost a tooth in my whole life.

Open it again. Let's see.
Let me count.

In the down jaw you have only
two teeth.

And in the other...
there's no one.

Look, sir, it's smooth like
my palm.

Oh, furious soul. Oh, wasted
bread.

You see how they pull my teeth
up and you do nothing.

Don't start again.

I'd prefer having lost an arm.

Not again.

You. You must know that Don Quixote
will defend the honour of...

Dulcinea del Toboso against
anyone who wants to stain it.

If you are not careful,
you're going to kill yourself.

I hope they haven't heard you.

I challenge anyone who says
that there is a maid...

more beautiful
that the matchless Dulcinea.

If the one in the tower hears
you, we're in troubles.

- That's all.
- Great. Now come with me.

You're fortunate for coming
with me in this return...

to the golden age of
wisdom and honour.

Of the nobility. Fortunate for
seeing how it's renewed in me,

the knight-errantry.

Fortunate because you can
contemplate the beauty...

of this eminent cities.

Like Montiel, cradle of the
dukes of Abrantes.

Or like Almagro, walled city and
of superb past.

When the rubicund Apolo
put over the earth...

the golden thread of
his beautiful hair.

And, when the little birds
greeted the dawn...

the famous Don
Quixote de la Mancha,

abandoning the feathers of
his bed, lift onto his famous...

horse Rocinante and started
walking over the field of Montiel.

This way will talk, Sancho, the pages
that will told my adventures.

And they will be famous,

and will talk about moments of
serenity like this one too.

When the hero contemplates the
historic walls of Calatrava.

And of Almagro.

Sir, I don't think I can gain an isle
in this land of mule drivers.

Don't worry, because if there
are no isle,

there is the kingdom of Denmark,
that is perfect for enough.

But let's look for a castle to
stay in.

Like this one, for example.

I know the owner and I'm sure he
will welcome us with open arms.

- Castle?
- It's a castle and not a bad one.

And you can be happy,
beautiful Dulcinea,

because you have captive such
a famous knight.

- Have you fall asleep?
- Me? Not at all.

Tonight has happened something.

I feel as if someone had
beaten me.

As if one thousand devils had
taken against me...

wrecking me with their snouts.

Since I'm with you I can't
sleep a wink.

Before that, I lied and that was enough
to sleep the sleep of the dead.

Don't be surprised. I'm sure
this castle is bewitched.

Yes, of course. It doesn't
even seem to be a castle.

I'd say it's no more than a barn.
And full of fleas.

Tonight I've lived a strange
adventure.

It'd be strange that you hadn't
lived it,

because with you not even
the sleep is normal.

Am I so bad with you that
you grumble against me?

No, but I think you have too
much fantasies in this head.

- Don't you believe in the spells?
- Not really.

And in the bad presages?

Not, but I don't want to tempt
the devil.

I don't know what happens in
the village,

but they started with bells and
now with drums.

Do you think it will be
a wedding or a funeral?

Sir, what happens?

Don't you see those scoundrels?

Hiding their faces under those
masks,

they drag enchained
the vanquished,

indifferent to their mothers
or wives's grief.

Those poor and crying ladies.

I feel shame that they are
armed men.

I must show them all my courage.

Those rogues will receive
such a lesson,

that they'll never forget
the name of Don Quixote.

Don't you see it's a procession?

A procession,
you see there poor wounded men,

barefoot prisoners and
enchained bearers of crosses,

while this arrogant people
march calmly...

turning the grief in a show.

I was born to solve
this kind of affronts,

and I won't let you take
a step more, scoundrels.

Those rogues will know
my Tizona.

You rascals!

Don't you see they are only
some penitents?

Stop, whoever you are.
Don Quixote orders this.

- Stop, furious people!
- Nobody can stop him.

I know you are responsible
of this.

Don't go away, scoundrels.

Answer for you acts or
my sword will go through you.

He's crazy.

Don't you hear me, you damned?

Sir, come back here, come back.

Stop him. Catch him.

Fight, defend yourselves.
Take that, you scoundrels.

Ay, they're going to kill him.

Stop the entourage.

For Dulcinea. For the
beautiful Dulcinea.

- Damned crazy.
- Scoundrels.

I'll kill you.

Dulcinea. Dulcinea del Toboso.

Oh, my Dulcinea.

She wounded my love with her whip.
Not with her white strap.

- And touching her head...
- Sir.

Here cried Don Quixote the absence
of Dulcinea del Toboso.

Of the noble lineages that
there are in the Toboso,

that are a lot, antiques
and very good,

I'm sure that a big part corresponds
to the matchless Dulcinea.

Dulcinea?

Who do you think that gained for
you that isle and made you governor

with the title of marquis...

What isle?

And all the advantages that
it mans?

She made me, do you say? When
did all that happen?

Almost happen. I thought so much
in it that I thought it has happened.

And who do you think is responsible
of such mercy?

- Who?
- Well... Dulcinea del Toboso.

Will you deny that she fights and
wins in me and I live and breath,

and have my life and being in
her person?

Really, I've never seen
that lady.

Never? Poor anguished,
I'm blessed.

Don't you know that it's the
strength that she gives to my arm,

what makes me able of fighting
against such a great people?

I've never met her.

I've satisfied grievances,
solved problems,

punished insolences,
and defeated giants.

I'm in love.

Only because the knights errant
must be in love.

And I'm not vicious but
platonic.

Over there. Let's go over there,
my good Sancho.

- Not over there.
- Toward the Toboso.

I'm sorry, sir. I'm
really sorry.

When you talk about Dulcinea, who
lives in the Toboso, I don't know...

I've relatives there and they should
know her.

Some people call her Aldonza
Lorenzo.

She's Lorenzo's daughter.
Yes, I know her.

She could take out any knight
from the mud.

What do you say? Be careful.

Don't get angry.

I know too that her mouth
smells of onion.

Like all women of her condition.

You're wrong. Her mouth
smells of ambrosia.

But the best thing is that
she is not choosy at all.

Because she laughs at
everything.

But, aren't we going to stop?
It's very hot.

Are you going to give me the isle
you won with the masked me?

With the adventures we have lived
so far...

you could only win a broken
rib or a cut ear.

Jeez! That's not too much.

But it'll be worse if we run into
the guards...

and you start beating them.

Don't be afraid, my good Sancho.

Have you ever seen a man
more valiant than me?

Besides, where have you read
that a knight errant was taken...

before the justice for
his homicides?

I know nothing about 'homecides'.
I never tasted that.

And have you read of any man who
has more skill than I have?

I've never read any story,

because I can't read nor write.

Your ignorance excuse you a little.

Then you must trust a knight of
so highs condition.

So high condition?

I'd say a knight of so sad
figure.

The wise man that have to
tell my heroic deeds,

will have considerate appropriate
that I have a nickname,

like the knights from the past.

One was named 'The one with the
unicorn'. Other, 'the man of...

maids'. Other 'the one of
the Phoenix'.

And they were known with
those names all over the earth.

And I think that the wise man
will have made you think of...

that name: 'The knight of
the sad figure...

And this will be my name
from now on.

And so that that name
can suit me more, I'll

make paint in my shield
a very sad figure.

Oh, my lady Dulcinea.

Treasure of supreme grace,
repository of all virtue

and bearer of all pleasures,
where are you?

Oh, moon, send me news from her.

Maybe you're looking at her
in this moment.

Are you sleeping, brother Sancho?

How do you want me to sleep if
you're asking me if I sleep?

Why don't you have a rest?

Am I one of those knights...

that rest in the middle
of the danger?

- Don't you ever sleep?
- You can sleep if you want.

The heaven has ordered for
the squires that they are...

stung by mosquitoes and
killed of hunger.

Let's sleep a little more.

Light my intelligence and y
give strength to my heart,

so that I can do the impossible

and I don't be afraid of lions.

Oh, lady of my acts and
movements. Clear Dulcinea.

Come on, Sancho, hurry up.

It's time of making heroic deeds
to melt Dulcinea's heart.

And where are those deeds?
Here, there...?

Any place is good for an
adventure.

But that lady you talk about, she's
not a lady or she's not Aldonza.

You mustn't listen to those
lies of envious people.

If she were so important,
I'd know it.

Envy is the root of a lot of evils
and woodworm of virtues.

All vices produce some pleasure.

But envy only produces
quarrels, grudges and anger.

Her name is Dulcinea, her
country the Toboso.

Her quality at least
must be princess,

because she's my queen.

Her beauty is superhuman,
her hair gold,

her forehead Elysian fields,
her eyebrows rainbows,

her eyes suns, her cheeks
roses, her lips corals,

her teeth pearls, her hands
ivory, and her skin snow.

The fortune has lead our
steps like we wanted.

I don't know very well
what are you talking about, sir.

Fortune for me is to have
some money,

and to live peacefully with
my family without any fight.

They are, Sancho, thirty or
more wild giants...

and I'm going to
fight against them.

What giants are you talking about?
They are only mills.

Shut up, you ignorant.

Maybe I'm an ignorant,
but you're crazy.

They are windmills.

Those things that can seem to
be arms, are the sails.

They're them. I know them well.

Let me tell you that you're head
is full of marbles,

and that you look at things not
with the eyes of your face,

but with the eyes of your
wild fantasy.

But I warn you, I won't help
you this time.

Briareo. It's him in person.

Don't get excited. I'm
going to leave you alone.

And I don't care if you don't
give me the isle.

I prefer Sancho without properties,
that properties without Sancho.

I don't want you to take
part in the battle.

Contemplate from here
my heroism.

Don't flee, coward and vile
creatures,

I'm just one knight.

- He's goofing again.
- Tremble, you cowards.

Even thought you move your
menacing arms, you'll pay for it.

The knight of the sad figure,
on behalf of his loved Dulcinea,

will take care of your
bones, villains.

Out, great riffraff.
Surrender to my strong arm.

Surrender to Don Quixote
de la Mancha.

I'll make you try
my noble blade.

War, war. Defend yourselves
or give me your will.

I'll die or you'll
taste my blade.

Die!

Evil spirits, that turn the
mills into giants.

What did I told you, sir?
Let me help you.

The wise man Frest�n, my
worst enemy,

is the one who has made
this spell.

He has turned the mills into
pacific mills.

But this trick will get
you nowhere, you scoundrels.

Your guile is nothing
against my sword.

I believe in all you told me.

But stand up straight a little.
You're bent...

because of the falling.

But I don't complain because
knight mustn't do it.

If you have pains, I'd like
you to complain, as I do.

We squires don't play this
knight's game of...

not complaining.

When I fell any pain, I shout.

I shout because of the pain and
to see if someone helps me.

I don't ask you to help me
or show courage.

Audacity and pride are not
necessary for a squire.

Why don't we have a rest in
that village?

Don't you see we must go ahead?

Come on, donkey.

Come on, my good Sancho.

You're bravery amazes me.

Or at least your power of
endurance.

Are you amazed of my courage?

If I had the balsam of
Fierabr�s, you'd see wonders.

The balsam of Fierabr�s? What
the hell is that balsam?

He's impossible.

And why do you try
to understand him?

Just follow him, as we do.

I've the recipe of the balsam and
with it you don't have to be afraid...

of dying of any wound.

Then I'll change the isle
for the recipe.

Mutt, out of here. Out. Out.

Let it alone, if it barks that
means we're riding.

Yes, but, to where?

Don't go so fast, my donkey
is not a racing horse.

Don Quixote, wait.

I think that it'll be better
for you to be one of these...

knights that live peacefully
in the court.

Not all knights can be
courtiers,

and all courtiers can't be
knights errant.

And there are a lot of differences
between us.

Queen and high lady. Most sweet
Dulcinea del Toboso.

If you beauty despise me,
if you value don't likes me,

I couldn't stand this
problem, that,

besides strong,
it's very long lasting.

It's for my lady. A letter.

You must remember, Sancho,
that love is like death.

Of course, yes.

Because love, like death
besiege the castle and the house.

- Do you know one thing.
- Tell me, Sancho.

Looking at you, I can't imagine
how anyone...

can fall in love with you.

Most sweet Dulcinea del Toboso.
You're beauty inspires me.

Even if you're beauty never
is mine,

my feelings will never change.

The knight of the sad figure
is dying for your love.

This name is perfect for you.

Especially in such a
beautiful letter.

Stand up and walk.

The wise man that must tell
this story, that's to say me,

it's in an embarrassing
situation,

because the events he's about to
tell are almost incredible,

in spite of being absolutely true.

This is not surprising,
because the real driver...

of this story is Don Quixote
and he's crazier day after day.

That's true. As the saying goes:
'The truth always floats...

over the lie like water
over oil...

- Thanks, Sancho.
- You're welcome. As you wish.

Take your new spear.

- Hurry up, Sancho.
- Yes, give me.

But, pleas, you should
liven up your heart in the meanwhile.

Because now it must be smaller
than a hazelnut.

Remember that... "who defeats
himself, defeats 100 giants".

Or "thing often happen when
you least expect them".

Go, my son.

And don't let them to deny you the
sun of beauty you're going to see.

And then, he turned around and we
also are going to leave...

Don Quixote loaded with
sad and worried thoughts.

The moment he let Don Quixote
out of his sight,

the faithful squire started
speaking alone.

Where are you going, Sancho?
I'm looking for a princess.

And who send you to look for her?

Don Quixote, who solves problems
and protects the innocents.

And do you know where the house
of this lady can be?

Don Quixote says that it must be
a royal palace or elegant castle.

How will I recognise her? We have
never seen him.

First of all I'd have to know
if she exists.

Because if she's Aldonza I'd
have to look for her in a pigsty.

But if she's Dulcinea I should
look for her in a palace.

Maybe in the palace's pigsties.

You're in big troubles.
Think, Sancho.

Don Pablo, we're thirsty.

I'm coming.

I'm sick of all this dust.

If Don Quixote mistakes the
mills for giants

and the flocks for armies, it
won't be very difficult...

to make him believe that
his Dulcinea is one of those.

Stop talking.

Why not? If he doesn't believe me
I'll swear and swear.

What has happened, Sancho?

Could I mark this day with
a white stone?

I bring you three stones, instead
of one. Look at these beauties.

Don't pretend to liven up my
sadness. With false joy.

What are you talking about? That
is the princess and her maids.

Those are just some
farmers, Sancho.

What are you saying?

You bring me coarse and common
villagers.

But, sir, your mind is
fooling you again.

They are very high ladies.
Look at them.

Queen, princess and duchess.

Here you are the great
knight Don Quixote,

that is stunned by your sight.

Go to hell.

Don't flee away Don
Quixote de la Mancha.

�De la Mancha? You mean the stain.

That must be an enchantment.

The magician that hate you will have
made that you think...

she's a villager, but for me she
is a princess.

�Nothing?

You start early.

I'll get such a sword,

that any spell will be
able of vanquish it.

But you should find an adventure
for gaining fame.

I follow you, but make up your mind.
Where are we going now?

- Towards south?
- Why towards south?

Over there, there are only
bullfighters and travellers.

- Don't argue with me.
- I just asked.

Aren't we going over there?

Go ahead. I can't understand him.

You can be sure of that.

But, from now to tomorrow
there are a lot of hours.

And in a moment,
your house can fall.

I've seen the rain and the
sun at a time.

What do you mean, Sancho?

When you start saying
proverbs one can only expect...

that the same Judas
take you away.

My master is completely nuts.

And I'm sillier than him,

because I follow and serve him.

If the sayings "tell me who you go with
and I'll tell you who you are"

and "not who you born with
but who you eat with" are right,

then, if he's crazy, I am too.

Protect the innocent is my
duty as a knight.

Because the errant spirit is
still alive...

the knight-errantry was
out of fashion.

But the knight-errantry is the
only hope for the future.

You already know the words
that are in our standart.

Women and children first.

You mustn't doubt that
this art is the best,

and it's more valuable the more
dangerous it is.

But I think that any man must
take care of himself.

Women and children first.

Don't get excited. You mustn't try
to make me believe that...

the white is black
and the black is white.

For me everyone is as good
as God.

Even thought he is much worse.

I'd like to see the inventor of
all this thing...

of the knights errant dead.

I should have gone home and
stayed there.

- If you want to go, I won't hold you.
- And what about my salary?

Add it up and get paid.

Get paid. That's easy to say.
At first all are promises.

You'll have an isle, you'll be
governor...

But when it comes down to it,
you just tell me "get paid".

With what?
I've made a bad business.

In your saddlebags have all my
things. Take all that you need.

- From the saddlebags?
- That's what I've said.

- But they are empty.
- Tale my bag. You scoundrel.

I'll find other squire more
diligent and less chatty than you.

The squire of a knight errant
works more...

than a stable boy
and lives worse.

He eats bread, must sleep
in the open

and besides over the hard floor.

Bread, received with ingratitude,
as I can see.

You abandon me just now when
I was going to make you...

governor of the best
isle in the world.

Sancho, you're a dumb, and
you'll be until the day you die.

Because that day will be before
you find out...

you're only a stupid animal.

But now it's time for me to
make my bigger deed.

You're right. I'm a donkey.

I only miss the tail and I don't
deserve it.

But, what dangerous adventure
are you talking about?

You don't have to run any risk.

It's not good tempting
God doing such big things.

I beg you.

My lord.

Melt your heart.

My loved Dulcinea. I beg you not to
deny me your protection.

Now that my squire leaves me,

the moon will be my
only witness.

You are very brave. But,
melt your hard heart thinking...

that by leaving you
my soul will suffer...

and I'll be close to the death.

I'll follow my way and you can't
do anything to persuade me

not to want what heavens want.

The fortune orders and the
reason asks.

You must leave me alone to
fight against who...

sullies the innocence and comes
up with obstacles against freedom.

But, sir...

Leave me, the ventures
that wait for me are hard

and narrow the way of virtue.

The insubstantial talks only
move me away...

from this path.

I left my family to serve you.

Thinking that I was worthy.

But if you're too greedy
you end up with nothing.

And you have broken my hopes.

Because when I was hoping
to get the isle,

I see myself in the middle
of nothing.

For heaven's sake, sir, don't
make that to me.

Why don't you want to
abandon the adventure?

Why are you so stubborn?

If you love the danger
you'll be burnt in it.

Although you're rough and
coarse you're still my squire.

But I must follow my
way on my own.

I'll come back alive or dead.

The rays of your beauty
will light my intelligence

and will give strength to my
poor heart.

Take this letter to my love.

- Another letter? Milord...
- Obey me, Sancho. Hurry up.

I won't leave this area
and I'll go up...

the highest peaks to
touch the moon,

page of my misfortune.

- Hurry up.
- All right, I'm going.

Don't forget eating with
so many adventures.

Hunger is more dangerous
than the enemies you imagine.

Don't worry, because,
even if I have,

I won't eat other thing that
grass and fruits from the trees.

Because what my idea
is not to eat and to do...

other things like that
in the middle of this solitude.

Sancho looked not for Dulcinea,
but how to spend the time...

for coming back with Don
Quixote as soon as possible.

He didn't know if it passed three,
six, one hundred days or no one,

because he didn't know
that land.

Don Quixote had pointed
vaguely the address,

recommending him to look for her
in the palace of Alcarria.

In spite of the imprecision,
and to keep his word,

he looked for Dulcinea
in every village.

Because he was sure that
he was going to find her...

anywhere except the Toboso.

Because the name is not enough
for being of a place.

For instance, he wasn't
from the Panza.

Besides, his relatives from the
Toboso didn't know any Dulcinea,

although they knew Aldonzas.

This is the place, oh heavens,
that I choose for crying...

the misfortune you have
put me in.

This is the place where my
tears will increase the water...

of this torrent and my
deep sighs...

will move the leaves of
these wild trees.

The testimony and signal of the pain
my poor heart suffers.

While he is in the mountains
I must look for Dulcinea.

Rustic gods that live
in this uninhabitable place.

Listen to the complaints
of this poor lover,

who a long absence
makes unhappy.

If I don't find her, bad.
If I find her, worse.

If I made a mistake, I'll be
beaten by a cuckolded husband.

Oh, Dulcinea of arrogant beauty.

And he insists that she lives
in the Toboso.

Triads that live in the
mountains. Listen to my pray.

Although he says I can find
her too...

in a summer palace.

For example, here. Because for
him anything is a palace.

But, even if she's here,
who is she?

Will she be one of these,
or one of those?

It's like looking a needle in
a haystack.

Maybe when he talked about his
love, he meant that one,

or that one, or that one of there.

Maybe... not. Surely it'll be
an old woman like that one,

from who he has a good memory.

Well, let's find her.

Oh, lonely and dry trees
that accompany my loneliness.

Tell me with the movement of
your branches...

that you don't find my presence
unpleasant.

Take note of my loved Dulcinea's
condition.

Her country is the Toboso.

Her quality at least of princess
for being my queen and lady.

And her beauty superhuman.

Her hands are ivory, her
skin, snow.

And the parts hidden by honesty,

are such ones that only the
discreet consideration

can praise them and
not compare them.

After looking for Dulcinea
light-heartedly and unsuccessfully,

Sancho returned to the place
where Don Quixote was.

And, surprisingly, he
didn't find him.

Moved by so irresistible
impulses as big was..

His chimera, Don Quixote
was going toward south,

obeying to his particular sun.

Somehow, Sancho knew this,
and far from thinking...

that something bad could have
happened to him,

he just follow his track.

Oh, princess of my dreams,
loved Dulcinea.

Listen, rustic beasts,
the beating of my heart...

when I mention her name.

Or the love has no sense
or it has too much cruelty.

Or my pain is not equal to
the occasion that sentence me...

to the hardest torment.

Good morning. Did you see a very
tall guy, thin, with moustache?

- Look in the village. There's a circus.
- He is not in the circus.

He's a great sir, but with the
moustache and the beard he looks...

- What a jerk!
- He has a pointed beard.

We haven't seen anyone.

- Have you?
- Let us work.

Go away if you don't want me
to hit you with a stone.

Goodbye.

Although they didn't know it
and for different reasons,

they both were in Andalucia and
very close.

But they didn't find each other.

There, Sancho could earn
some money,

working in a shooting.

Action. To the right,
you're out of frame.

To the right, to the right.

Cut. We've finished.

What's this?

I've always feel fascination
for this land.

And I'm trying to reflect the
virtues of this people long time ago.

Its vices too, but especially
its virtues.

The characters of Don Quixote and
Sancho resume both sides.

Don Quixote has always been
considered a funny figure.

Someone that went crazy
reading chivalresque novels.

But he is really a knight.
An authentic knight.

When you know him, you know
he is the most perfect...

knight of all times.

Who has defeated giants with
a wooden spear,

helped maids bewitched
by infernal beings,

repaired affronts and solved
problems with so much heart...

and so little resources.

Just an old and thin horse
and a squire.

Because the great myth is
Don Quixote.

But Sancho is the great
character.

A wonderful character even
in his clumsiness.

Together they've got around
centuries of repression and tyranny.

Together they've resumed a
landscape that we sincere...

people feel the temptation
of identify with.

A marvellous landscape that in
spite of the aggressions...

of tourism and the development
plans, is still alive.

Or at least, that's what I think.

The moon for two pesetas.
The moon for two pesetas.

Admire the moon for two pesetas.
The moon for two pesetas.

Can I look through this thing?

If you don't pay, not.

No, I can pay as anyone.

- Then pay.
- How much is it?

- Two pesetas.
- Here you are.

Put you eye in the hole.

I know this kind of
machines. Here?

Of course.

Get closer.

Put your eye nearer. Nearer.

Just an eye. This is not
for croos-eyed people.

If you like this thing, I sell it
for five thousand pesetas.

The General�simo visited this
morning the works...

of the reservoir of the Jiloca in
whose building...

the national engineering
shows its importance.

Accompanied by don Manuel Fraga,
Adolfo Suarez and other authorities,

the head of state inspected the
troops that received him with honors.

The North American army has
made a manoeuvres,

that have showed the
technological advances...

of the brother nation, like the
new missile sea-air.

Missile sea-air?

Sources close to the NASA,
builder of the missile,

pointed that the modern
remote control devices...

that it has, let notice
an important advantage...

in the space race.
The NASA announced officially...

the launch of a rocket
to the moon.

The cameras recorded the
moment the missile hits the target,

fact that happens in a 100%
of the cases.

Its high reliability, long-range and
efficacy made of the new missile...

the ideal weapon in a
war against the URSS.

The wine association of Jerez,
has conferred in a moving act,

the medal of Honorary Member
upon the famous filmmaker...

known for "The third
man", Orson Welles.

An important wine-producer from
Jerez, was the responsible for...

conferring this honorific award.

To Orson Welles, God bless him
and let him live a lot of years...

for drinking wine from Jerez.
Here you are this medal, man.

It's amazing that with that
strange name,

he was such a good friend of Spain.

He knows better than anyone the
art of bullfighting,

the flamenco and the Spanish
wine. Give me a hug, man.

The famous filmmaker says goodbye
this way to the land of Andalucia...

that has open its arm to him
during the shooting of his new film.

Mr. Welles received the
tribute from the people of Jerez...

from the civil governor's
granddaughter.

Orson Welles, you're as big
artist as big person...

from head to feet.

Orson Welles will start a
journey towards Pamplona,

where he'll continue the shooting
of Don Quixote,

adaptation of the celebrated
novel by Cervantes,

that tells the hilarious
adventures of the famous nobleman

and his squire Sancho Panza.

Bulls. In the fourth bullfight,
the torero Antonio Ordo�ez...

You have a fine for parking the
cart in a forbidden place.

But what do I know. I've left
the cart there all my life,

Times change.

Would you give me the
telescope for one hundred pesetas?

Okay, but take it fast. Before
I regret it.

Don Quixote said that the moon
would be his witness,

then it'll know something
about him.

And they are sending
rockets there...

I can't see anything. Maybe later.

More or less in these days,
Teresa Panza received for the...

first time and the last in her
whole life a letter from Sancho.

Sancho felt lonely without
Don Quixote.

And distressed by the necessity
of talking to someone,

he wrote to his wife.

The postman.

Come. Today I've letters
for many.

Mar�a Gonz�lez. Letter from
Aaiun.

Juana, your husband wrote
to you again.

Teresa Panza has a letter today.
Teresa, you have a letter.

- Felipa Mart�nez.
- Thank you very much.

Don't you have anything for me?

You know that they can't
write from prison.

Don't wait for a letter from
your father, it's the same.

Give the letter to Teresa.
She'll have a fit.

Here you are this lout's letter.

A letter of Sancho...

Dear Teresa and dear children:

I expect you're okay, as I am,
thanks God.

But I'm not well alone.

I mean I miss you a lot.

Especially now that my good
master Don Quixote is lost.

I know that you have to work
very much.

That you haven't received many
from me since I'm working...

with Don Quixote,
but he's an important man,

and is going to make me governor
of one of his many islands.

Then I'll bought the things
you deserve.

You'll receive some money
I've won making films.

Because there's a man that want to
make one with my master and me.

That's to say, we're going
to be famous.

I told our address and maybe
one of this day go there those men.

Then, go to the fattest man.
You can't miss him.

And you ask him for some money
to appear in the film,

because they have a lot
of money.

You can't imagine the changes
that there are in the city.

They have made some machines
that are like the radio,

but, at the same time,
you can see what's happening.

This letter is written by the priest
of Almagro, who send you regards.

I've nothing more to tell, goodbye,
I love you.

You're husband Sancho.

- Look at him. What's he doing?
- They're going to destroy him.

He's like Sancho Panza.
He's drunk.

You, de one with de hat. Go away,
they are going to beat you to a pulp.

- But, what happens?
- Where did he come from?

What are you waiting for?

Is there a procession?

What a beasts.

It takes guts, doesn't it?

Come with me.

Do you know where is a square
box where people talk?

Your head? Goodbye.

Do you know where is a box with
a knight that plays music and...?

- The musicians will know something.
- Thanks, goodbye.

I'm looking for a box that says
the news,

but at the same time you can see and
there's music. Have you seen it?

Maybe the music professors.

Professor. If you know everything
you'll know that...

in the box of the news
talked about my master.

He's tall and with a strange
beard and moustache.

I'm looking for an old man
tall and thing with a long beard.

Boys, have you seen an old man
very tall with a long beard?

The taller are over there.

- Boy.
- Get lost, you pain.

Pain, me? I wish you...

Friend, have you seen a man
with a long and white beard?

Make way, I'm going to
run you over.

But, there's a guy inside here.

- Listen, the little one who is here.
- Leave me alone.

- Listen, have you seen...?
- Do you want me to beat you?

You're musicians, aren't you?
Have you seen a man with beard...?

With beard, many, but
also without beard.

You must know it. A guy
like you...

You seem to be clever,
have you seen a very tall guy?

Mine is very special.

Have you seen a man with beard
and metallic chest.

Haven't you seen the box
of news?

News? You shouldn't
drink so much.

I'm looking for my master.
He's very tall and has a beard.

Maybe he's Santa Claus...
Come back on December.

He's crazy.

Wait. The bulls are in the
bullring.

- Do you work here?
- What's the matter?

You must know a little box
that says the news.

I'm looking for my master and
the box talks about him.

That's the Newsreel, man.

Policeman, I'm looking for a box
that talks about an old man.

- Move along, please.
- I knew it.

I'm looking for my master. They
talk about him in a box...

Take care, man.

Young, have you seen a box? They
talk about the moon and then...

No.

Sorry, sir. I'm looking for my master
and they talk about him in box.

I have a box like that at home.

When you open it, it plays music
and gives you a cigarette.

Why don't you express yourself
better?

A little box like this. No idea.

You seem to be intelligent.

I'm looking for a dark box, almost
black, full of noises.

You've got all that you want
in the funerary.

Very funny for being in a festival.

Have you seen a big and dark
box, with noises...

and with strange images?

It's not going to eat you, man!

Have you seen a noisy box that
tells the news...?

Where can I find a box that
talks about the moon...

and about a man with
metallic chest?

No idea.

Hello.

Good evening. Are you foreigners?

- Of course. What do you want?
- Ask them where is my master.

Who is your boss? There aren't
masters anymore.

I understand you too.

He understand me.
I don't need you.

If you want to work in the
film, talk to Mr. Welles.

- His secretary.
- It's me.

You're late. He has found the
character for his film.

He's fantastic.

But he's too crazy.

So keen to fight
and to solve affronts...

You're talking about Don Quixote.

We don't know if it's him.

He has attacked the camera
with a spear.

- Where is he?
- That man is in the moon.

In the moon...

And the poor Sancho worked in
vain with that machine...

that wasn't made to
satisfy wishes.

If he could have focused it
towards his heart,

he'd have found there the image
of his master.

Sorry, have you seen a box...?

These don't know anything.

Hello.

Don't you see that you don't let
the giants advance?

What giants?

There he is.

Go away. Don't interrupt.
Don't you see we're working?

Stop a moment. One moment.

You had to tell me where
my master is.

- Your master is in the warehouse.
- In the warehouse?

With the old things.
Go on, don't notice him.

Listen...

Mr. Sancho.

You forgot this in the guesthouse.
The telescope.

You've forgotten the telescope
in the guesthouse.

Give way. Don't you hear me?
Stop, you've left this.

You've left the telescope.

Go to hell!

My good Sancho. I thought you've
abandoned me fore ever.

And that I have to fight alone
against everybody.

They have locked me up in here.

They're many and very strong
and had war machines.

I fought against them.

But they dominated me
and locked me up in this prison.

But sir, that can't be.

The responsible is the wizard
Freston, allied with...

the evil wise man that
tells my heroic deeds.

We can't fight against this,
Sancho.

This is a cart. Not a prison.

Nobody can leave you here.

The destiny of the knight of
the sad figure is fulfilled.

Sir, listen. I'm not going to
let you stay here locked up.

I'll take you out of this cart
and I'll take you home. I promise.

I'll take you out of here.

Even if I succumb to the
men that have locked you up.

I'll save to you. Believe me, sir.

Do you want to fight against
the merchants of dreams?

You're just a poor squire.

And so what? What does it matter?

I've got the weapon of the words
and the strength of reason.

And now everybody is going to
listen to me.

You, lazybones that are there
dancing.

Listen to me because I'm
Sancho Panza,

squire of the famous knight
Don Quixote de la Mancha.

I don't know what reason
had you...

to lock up here the nobler
of all noblemen.

But he is there, laid up,
while you have fun.

None of you, be sure,

it's worthy of taking off my master's
shoes, even if he's crazy.

But, be careful, because,
believe me,

you will have to
answer to God...

for having locked up
to my master Don Quixote.

That's all.

I thank you for your words and
your effort. But it's useless.

Because you must know that
my enemies have cast...

very new spells to
reduce me to nothing.

- I know you could escape.
- You can't escape your destiny.

I saw you solving hardest
situations.

Don't forget that after the storm
there is calm.

And after prison, freedom.

And after misfortune, fortune.

Don't you want to go out searching
new heroic deeds...

for offering it to the
beautiful Dulcinea?

Ay, Sancho. Dulcinea is not
a beautiful lady,

and I'm not the knight you
think I am.

What have this people made
to our master?

He, always ready to fight and
with such a clear idea of things.

Don't you think you're
exaggerating, friend Sancho?

Maybe, but, and him?

He's logic.

We have had so much fun
together.

Okay, he has no money and all
you can get is hunger and problems.

But he's the only sir I've
met in all my life.

They say he's crazy.

But crazy and saint is
maybe the same.

I'll take him out of there,
even if he doesn't want.

All night long, Sancho didn't
sleep a wink looking for...

a way of giving his master
back his hopes and strength.

Feeling that Don Quixote
was only locked up by...

his sensation of failure,
he thought the way...

of making him forget
those black ideas.

He invoked the moon, as his
master did so many times.

And the moon, answering to his
noble wishes,

gave him a good part of
the answer.

Milord, listen to me. I've come
to take you out of here.

Sancho, my enemies won't
let me get out of this prison.

You mustn't resign yourself.
You have to see many things.

I've been in the big city and I've
seen gigantic festivals,

and incredible and wonderful
inventions.

There's nothing new under
the sun.

There isn't? There's a box in which
you can see and listen to things.

And it says that the rockets
will reach the moon.

And I believe it, sir, because...

I saw them destroying
ships and planes.

The moon is dead, friend Sancho.

Would you like that we go
to the moon together?

You've become a dreamer.

The guards are sleeping.
The way is clear.

I'll pay your efforts obeying you.
Let's go.

Now we'll take one of those
rockets.

We will get up and to the moon.

We'll take Rocinante and
my donkey.

And we will look for that
problems you like so much.

I've been looking at the moon in
a 'telesfore'.

I assure you that in the moon
there are a lot of plains...

to come and go as you
like to do.

I've released you, haven't I?

And later you'll complain about
your squire.

Why are you taking me
to my village, Sancho?

We'll go to your home to take
some things and we'll go right away.

You can't go to the moon
without your luggage, sir.

Are you trying to fool me to
lock me up in my home?

No. Just the time to have
a bath, that's all.

I don't want to go home.
Let me go, you traitor.

You're going to hand me over
to those miserable again.

You must be the damned Arcalaos.

The enchanter that has taken
my squire's figure.

Leave me, you villain.

Sir, I just want you to have a
rest and then to the moon.

You've lied to me, scoundrel.

You've made a pact with all
the wizards that hate me.

But I dare to say:

Stop, you damned giants.

Don't laugh at who is
more valiant than you are.

Sancho. Where are you?

Listen to me. Don't you think
that this is the moment...

for us to retire to a
peaceful life?

We should stop rushing around.

You're time of fighting is over.
Now you must retire.

I can't lose my time listening
to silly things.

Knights like me always
look for fame and...

Don't talk nonsense.

We've spent a lot of time doing
this kind of things,

but I don't have yet the isle
you promised me.

And was looking forward it.

Now lift your arm.

Foulmouthed. Before your
greed interrupted me...

I was saying that the
knights-errant...

that go all over the world,

not only look for fame, but
also for justice,

because that is the religion
we've embraced, Sancho.

Speaking of religion.
Could you dissolve me one thing?

You mean resolve.

I mean what I mean, sir.

Yesterday, a humble
friar was canonised.

It isn't then better being
a simple friar than a knight?

The friars look in heaven
for the good of the earth.

And what look the knights for?

The glory.

What is more, to resuscitate
a dead person or to kill...

a giant?

Because if the churches are
packed with devote people,

we must believe that the one
that heals ill people...

and resuscitate dead people
is better than the knight.

You're right.

Saints have an nobler trade
but knight's trade...

is much more full of sacrifice.

Then, why should we keep on
suffering?

Because to achieve glory
you have to suffer sorrows,

anxieties and blows.

And hunger and lice too.

Heavens wanted me to be born
in this Iron Age,

to resuscitate in it
the Golden Age.

I'm the one who are reserved
the dangers for.

But also the great deeds,
the valiant actions.

I am the one who will resuscitate
the round table,

the 12 of France and the
9 of Fame.

And any kind of famous
knights-errant.

Like this?

We'll have to fix this because
you have a terrible look.

- Wait. I'll be right back.
- Where are you going?

I've decided, Sancho, that we're
going to visit Dulcinea,

to the Toboso, before undertaking
the adventure in the moon.

But wasn't Dulcinea Aldonza?

Listen. Whoever she is,
respect her.

Because he deserves to
be the queen of the universe.

The highest princess
in the earth.

And since I lover her, I only
have to think she's beautiful.

I'd say she's ugly and
smells bad...

Are other knight's ladies
better?

No doubt.

You're wrong, Sancho.

For them their ladies are
beautiful and honest...

like for me is Dulcinea in
a high grade.

Excuse me, but Aldonza
is not like that.

You bray like a donkey.

- Decorate me too.
- I'm not the wizard Frest�n.

When you talk about Aldonza,
you seem to be him.

Dulcinea is beautiful between
beautiful and honest too.

And if not, I imagine that she's
exactly...

like I say she is.

And I paint her in my imagination
like I want.

In beauty and importance.

And if that disturbs the ignorant,
it'll please the severe.

Are you sure this village is
the Toboso?

Yes, sir. I came before to
hand in the letter.

Follow me, sir. Come over here,
that's not a street.

This villages are changing
very fast.

They modernize so fast
that you lose yourself.

You'll be soon at
Dulcinea's feet.

Are we in the Toboso?

I wouldn't like to be
in the wrong place.

Because you'll have noticed
that all the things in...

knight's world seem
chimeras and mistakes.

And that all they are made
upside down.

I know, sir.

But, although I'm a donkey,
I assure we're right. Over there.

For this we must blame
a group of enchanters,

that put upside down all
our things.

It's better that I had alone
to see if Dulcinea is in palace.

I've got relatives and
friends in the village.

They'll know it.

I'm dying to see her, Sancho.

Uncle Sancho is here.

- Are you leaving?
- Stay with us.

Goodbye, Sancho.

See you, Macario.

Where is Manolo? And the flute?

It's Sancho.

Have you seen? Here's Sancho,
Matilde's son..

Come on, the party is going
to start.

- Listen.
- What's the matter?

- Have you seen Don Quixote?
- Who?

Don Quixote, the knight of
sad figure.

He has a spear and a horse.

What do you want?

I'm looking for Don Quixote,
he has a beard.

- Is he old and ugly?
- Yes.

You must know him. He's
very thin.

- Just the opposite to you.
- You know him.

Let's see if we're talking about
the same man: Tall, with beard...

an antique and broken armour.

May the Lord help you, sisters,
help me.

Where can he be?

Look who is there.

- I know him.
- It's Don Quixote.

He's Don Quixote.

It wasn't announced in the
festival program.

Look. Don Quixote.

- I know him.
- Wasn't he in that book?

- It's Don Camilo!
- Don Quixote.

Hello, hello.

Look at this piece of junk.

We've defeated the kingdom
of Noguelza.

You won't be here long, Saracen.

This is a message from the
good king Don Jaime.

Tremble, Saracens.

Jeez, look who is he.

- Don Quixote.
- Don Quixote is there.

It's Don Quixote.

For Allah. For Don Jaime.

Back, you scoundrel. Back.

Satan's Saracens. Stay back.

- Down the king Don Jaime.
- I defy you, vile coward.

Hello everybody.
Thank you, thank you.

Sir, wait. Give me your hand.

Thanks, boys. We're very
happy of this welcome.

But we have to go.
Wait for me, Don Quixote.

What do you think, sir?
We're famous.

Are you again with this machine?

Yes, of course, Sancho.

It's a very important moment
and I don't want to miss it.

There are again that
wretched instruments...

with their insomniac lens
and sad memory.

You released me from prison
to hand me to them.

Don't you see he's the wizard
that's telling our adventures?

Blessed centuries those that
lacked of these...

hateful instruments,

whose inventor must be
in hell as a reward for...

his diabolic invention.

I'm about to say that I'm sorry
for having undertook...

the exercise of knight
errant, in such a hateful age...

like this in which
we are living.

Because, although I'm not
afraid of any danger,

I'm suspicious thinking that
one of that wretched devices...

can stop me from
becoming famous...

thanks to my courage and
the blade of my sword.

Because they turn the false into
true and the true into false.

And you must know, Sancho,
I'm not against...

progress and modernity.

I'm not against that
the rockets that go to the moon,

place of poetry and that you
proposed me to visit.

The evil is in the human being,

for becoming a slave of
those despicable machines.

Come on, Sancho. Maybe in the moon
there's a place for a knight-errant.

Long live Don Quixote!

Long live Don Quixote!

This film was written, produced
and directed by a man...

whose ashes, according to his last
wishes lie in Spanish land,

His name was Orson Welles.