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Ei, amigo!

[ Car horn honks]

Ei, amigo, vem aqui!

Receio ter tomado o caminho errado. O que é tão engraçado?

[ Chuckling]

What's so funny?

Well, you're the third this week.

Ever since they built the new freeway

everyone gets lost.

A million laughs.

How do we get back on the road to San Francisco?

Say, aren't you Marco Roselli?

That's right, Paesano, but it's hot, and we're in a great big hurry.

I got five bucks says you take the champ next month.

Sure, but will you point us in the right direction?

Sure-- turn up this road

stay with it till you come to 101 freeway.

Turn right, go all the way in.

Have you got that, baby?

Thank you very much.

Anytime.

Mama Mia.

Man: Damon!

Damon! Damon!

Damon, I did it!

I did it!

I did it, Damon!

I talked myself blue in the face.

Hop aboard. I'm behind schedule.

Forget the schedule!

This is the most important thing

that could happen to both of us.

Alright, Tonio, what's so important?

No more sweating in the fields

so people can get drunk with dinner.

Damon, I got you an audition!

An audition? The opera house?

Well, I couldn't manage that.

But you know Lardelli's in San Francisco?

Everybody knows Lardelli's.

Tomorrow, 10:00, you sing for Lardelli himself.

He likes you, we're in.

You're the greatest manager a wine grower ever had.

Come on, let's go. Let's go!

[ Clamoring]

Paesani!

Paesani...

I'm not going off to war.

When Lardelli hears me sing, he spanks me

he sends me back to the vineyard, huh?

[ All laughing]

No, Damon, your voice is from god.

Tomorrow it will belong to everyone

but we grew it here, rich, like the Peretto wine

and before the wine is on every table

perhaps one last taste for your friends?

Si, per favore.

[ Everyone agreeing]

No! No, wait!

No, no. No, wait!

He save his voice for the audition!

Tonio, Tonio...

To open the trunk for one small diamond

how much can it hurt?

[ Everyone laughing]

[ Speaking Italian]

[ Singing in Italian]

[ Sings extended high note]

[ Everyone cheering]

This is where you start.

Hey, Damon...

The last tenor.

He doesn't look well. What happened?

Something terrible--

A critic heard him.

You know where he's singing now, this tenor?

St. Louis opera company.

Everyone comes to Lardelli's.

One night, an important man comes in

you bombard him with a golden note

and then we...

Then you quit your job in a bakery.

Just don't get nervous, that's all.

Just don't get nervous.

Nervous?

Let's go, let's go.

Mr. Lardelli?

[ Speaking Italian]

Go away-- Thursday's for salesmen. I'm busy.

Mr. Lardelli, today was the day you told me to come in.

Oh-ho, it is the impresario from the bakery, eh?

So, this is your Caruso?

Damon Vincenti.

So, Vincenti, eh?

You want to be a tenor, eh?

Already you are a little bit mad

but in the cause of insanity, I will listen to you.

Giuseppe!

Si.

Play for Caruso.

Alright, what's it going to be?

Can you play "sorrento"?

If you can sing it, I can play it.

[ Piano intro begins]

$75 a week...

If the high note does not sound

like tugboat whistle.

[ Piano builds dramatically]

Look...

What are you hiring, a bookkeeper or a singer?

Oh-ho...

He isa tenor.

[ Piano intro resumes]

[ Singing in Italian]

[ Singing continues]

[ Sings extended high note]

Bravo! Bravo!

No tugboat, no tugboat whistle.

[ Laughing]

[ Prize fight on TV]

Announcer: Marco Roselli is making a great bid for the title.

How's the Paesano doing?

He is fighting like a wild man.

[ Speaking Italian]

Maybe he's got something to fight for, eh?

Chef: Come on! Come on!

Do I run a restaurant or an arena?

All of you, back to work!

Presto! Presto!

Damon, you're on.

Would you have the soprano sing the duet by herself?

Go on, go on.

Announcer: Roselli is getting stronger every round.

Is the paesano winning?

Sure, and how.

Winthrop just came in.

Who? Charles Winthrop.

Big wheel in the concert business.

Back wall, with the carnation.

[ Damon and the soprano singing duet in Italian]

[ Whispering]

Waiter...

Who's the tenor?

His name's Vincenti.

Thank you.

His name is Vincenti.

[ Singers finish duet]

Audience: Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!

Marco Roselli won by decision.

All for my five bucks.

Good evening, Mr. Winthrop.

Signor Vincenti.

Just mister.

Californian.

Would you excuse us, please?

Why, certainly Mr. Winthrop, certainly.

I hope you'll stay for my solo.

If the odor of Lardelli's meat sauce

hasn't overcome me by then.

Won't you sit down?

I enjoyed your singing, Mr. Vincenti.

Oh, thank you.

It's a beautiful duet.

No, I enjoyed you, not the duet.

The soprano sounded like

the brakes on the Rome express.

Tonight, she was pressing a little because of you.

Usually... yes, of course.

I understand you finish here at midnight.

After the quartet.

I wonder if you'd care to join us

for a little supper?

"Us"?

I thought possibly you had noticed

the young woman I was sitting with.

I'm a tenor.

I noticed.

Her name is Kendall Hale.

The Kendall Hale?

I'm sure if there were any others

she would have had them shot as impostors.

She tells me that you've met before.

Yes, at the vineyard.

She remembered that?

For certain kinds of trivia

Kendall has an encyclopedic memory.

Mark Hopkins, 12th floor, miss Hale's suite.

Yes. quartet, Damon.

Mr. Winthrop.

You were magnificent, my dear.

I haven't heard anything like it...

Since Europe.

Oh, Mr. Vincenti.

I'm so glad you could make it.

Thank you.

Mr. Winthrop twisted my arm.

He asked me.

I'm Kendall Hale.

Yes, I know.

That's how he twisted it.

Come along. I have a surprise for you--

Someone I particularly want you to meet.

Well, hello.

Mission accomplished.

This is the young man I was telling you about.

Damon Vincenti, this is maestro Marcatello.

Marcatello?

The name strikes a chord?

Yes, maestro.

See, a man is born with a voice

but it takes a great teacher

to make it blossom.

Why, you've grown so many flowers--

Terrinelli, Decovan.

A very bright young man.

And with a beautiful voice.

I hope so.

To be dragged from a warm bed

to hear a rooster would be a calamity.

A rooster?

Oh, some wine, Mr. Vincenti?

I'm afraid it's French

but quite good in spite of that.

I'll pretend it's from Peretto's.

Tell me, you have studied?

Yes, maestro.

When I was a boy my father had a small vineyard.

There were some lessons when the harvest was good

but then, the grapes got smaller and the mortgage bigger.

After the death of my parents, I...

Well, I went to work for papa Peretto.

See, maestro, I didn't have to be taught how to make wine.

Maybe someday I'll afford Marcatello.

That's all been taken care of.

The money's not important.

If the voice is good, I will teach you.

If I teach you, you will be a success.

If you are a success

then it will cost you a fortune.

I hardly know what to say.

I do not teach you to make speeches.

If you have something to say, say it with the voice, huh?

Charles will play for you, won't you, Charles?

A pleasure, my dear.

My debut at Carnegie hall some years ago

made musical history.

I'd show you the notices if I hadn't burned them.

One performance and it was clear to everyone

that my particular genius belonged in the wings.

[ Chuckles]

Maestro, what would you like to hear?

Say, "Nessun dorma," "O paradiso"?

Oh, no, no, no.

Arias like that

do not give up their secrets easily.

When we have cultivated the voice

then we will introduce it to the music.

Well, maybe the scales...

Have mercy on our hostess.

Just a song.

Why not something appropriate to the occasion?

Like, uh, "my destiny"?

That'll be fine.

[ Dramatic piano intro]

♪ My destiny ♪

♪ your smile is my destiny ♪

♪ and I must be ♪

♪ what you want me to be ♪

♪ my future lies ♪

♪ beyond the stars in your eyes ♪

♪ when you are near ♪

♪ life is sheer ecstasy ♪

♪ take my arms ♪

♪ for you alone can make my arms ♪

♪ a heavenly cathedral ♪

♪ by sharing my embrace ♪

♪ my warm embrace ♪

♪ my destiny ♪

♪ your kiss is my destiny ♪

♪ and I'm content never more ♪

♪ to be free ♪

♪ your lips control ♪

♪ my very heart and my soul ♪

♪ and I am chained ♪

♪ to my destiny ♪

It looks like I put maestro to sleep.

I do not sleep except in bed.

I got your note, sweetheart, just before I got into the ring.

Nice timing.

I hear you won. Congratulations.

Is that all you got to say?

My note said it all, Marco.

Boy, I got to hand it to you.

You pack a tougher wallop than the champ.

Must you make a scene? I have guests.

Have you forgotten, baby? I learned my manners in a gutter.

You're a champion now. Behave like one.

Yeah, I'm a champion.

That's what I wanted all my life. Tonight I made it.

But do you know something? It doesn't mean a thing.

When that ref held my hand up, that crowd went wild.

My manager blubbered like a little kid.

All I could see was that empty ringside seat.

Have you quite finished?

And how. What's here?

I just wanted one last look at you. Just for the record.

I guess every guy's got to meet a chick like you somewhere along the way.

I hope I didn't break up your party, gentlemen.

[ Door slamming]

Well, the champ is dead.

Long live the champ.

I'm terribly sorry.Amazing.

A prizefighter with the temperament of a tenor.

Unfortunately, you didn't see Marco at his best tonight.

He's really quite fascinating to watch in the ring--

Like a dancer, an artist in his way.

Unfortunately, he mistook my admiration

for something else.

In all the excitement

we've forgotten why we're here.

Ah, yes, the voice.

Bring it to my studio tomorrow, 9:00.

We will make a flower.

Yes, maestro.

Thank you for coming.

I know it was an imposition

to get you here on such short notice.

Oh, not at all.

For you, I’d do anything.

Your father, like you

was a dear friend of music

and of mine.

Buona notte.

I'll be running along, too, Kendall.

It's been a long evening.

Rather like an opera--

Full of song and melodrama.

Apparently, it's up to us

to save the chef from bitter disappointment.

I think I'd better go.

Yes, of course.

Anyway, thanks for everything.

I mean about Marcatello.

Your voice did it all.

Thanks.

Damon...

I didn't love him.

I never told him I loved him.

Goodnight.

See the fight tonight?

Just the 16th round.

16th?

Rather crude, huh?

It's that French wine.

Damon, may I say something?

It's your cab.

You have a truly great voice.

Dedicate yourself to it. Make it your life.

Close off every other door.

Singing is my life.

Always remember that.

Don't let anything sidetrack you.

You... you wouldn't mean Kendall Hale?

I've known Kendall since she was a child.

I used to watch her at the beach

in front of her father's summer place at Newport

building beautiful castles in the sand

just for the exquisite pleasure

of knocking them down.

Like Marco Roselli tonight?

The latest in a long line of castles.

Looking for a place for yourself?

Ah, good morning, maestro. Good morning.

After your debut

maybe we'll find room for you.

Before we buy the frame, we better work, hmm?

Si, maestro.

The tie and the collar, huh?

You'll strangle your voice.

Now we are alone--

So now the scales, hmm?

[ Plays chord]

[ Plays chord]

If you do not know the scale in "c"

we are in bad trouble.

[ Chuckles]

I'm sorry, maestro.

[ Playing chord]

[ Singing note]

[ Rattling]

[ Note continues]

[ Playing lower chord]

[ Singing scales]

[ Plays chord]

[ Singing scales]

I'm sorry, maestro... I'm sorry.

[ Door closes]

Good rolls, huh?

I wonder how they do it?

Marcatello happy about everything?

Everybody's happy.

Had a long talk with Winthrop.

As soon as the maestro gives the okay

we're going to line up a tour--

Recitals, small opera company

records dates...

Grade "a" buildup.

Alright, alright.

What'd I say?

It's all happened too fast.

It isn't that easy.

I'm not even sure my voice is ready yet.

What are you talking about?

I've thought it over.

I'm calling the whole thing off.

You're what?! Yeah, yeah, that's right.

Damon, a break like this comes once in a lifetime.

Without her help, we'd have to do it the hard way.

At least the hard way, I'll be doing it myself

and I'll be able to believe it.

Damon, look, it's your cousin Tonio, remember?

You don't fool me. I read you like a book.

It's not your voice you're afraid of-- it's her, ain't it?

She's got you crazy-- Miss society.

Damon, forget her.

She's wrong for you.

Why does it have to be her?

Forget her.

With you, everything's got to add up

doesn't it, Tonio?

You take so much flour and so much water

and you get so many rolls.

With people, it doesn't happen that way.

Pay the check!

Where are you going? To call it off.

[ Phone ringing]

Hello.

Why, I'd begun to think you'd never call.

Damon, you sound so serious.

What is it?

Well, that is serious.

Any special reason?

Oh, but, Damon, everyone needs help

at one time or another.

As a matter of fact, I was hoping you'd help me.

I was hoping you'd take me along with you

on your trip to the stars.

Oh, if I was taking too much for granted

forgive me, but...

I was thinking...

Oh, no, no, it's nothing, but...

I was thinking this is such an impersonal way

to say goodbye.

Couldn't we talk about it over a drink?

Where are you?

Well, if you can make it up the elevator

I could make it to the bar.

Well, perhaps you're right.

This way is so simple and uncomplicated.

You just put down the receiver

and the line is dead.

But, darling, if you change your mind

the door's open.

[ Singing in Italian]

[ Singing in Italian]

[ Singing in Italian]

[ Applauding]

[ Cheering]

[ Applauding]

Lardelli: Damon, can you hit a high "C" without blowing one out?

Ah, you forget who my teacher was.

[ All laughing]

[ Singing high "C"]

[ Applauding]

New York will hear the greatest Othello of all time.

I, Taddeo Lardelli, predicts this.

[ Applauding]

Speech, speech.

Speech.

I drink to everyone

who made this the happiest year of my life--

Tonio

Lardelli, my first boss

Mr. Winthrop

maestro Marcatello

all my friends

and most of all

to the engineers who built the freeway

near the Peretto vineyard.

[ All applauding]

What has a freeway to do

with an opera singer?

Perhaps it was the road to success.

[ Orchestra playing dramatic overture]

[ Singing in Italian]

[ Both singing in Italian]

[ Song ends]

[ Briefly clapping]

That was very good, Mr. Vincenti.

Just remember Othello is gripped by a consuming jealousy.

Now, we have to see the fire, the hidden violence.

Even in his moments of tenderness

we must know that Othello is capable of murder.

When I've given you my notes we'll start with

madame Albanese's prayer in the fourth act.

Mr. Carter. Yes?

We've been rehearsing

day and night for two weeks.

You have something better to do, Mr. Vincenti?

Look, this is your debut, Mr. Vincenti

and my reputation.

I don't intend to jeopardize either.

I'll call miss Hale

and make your apologies.

Good afternoon, Mr. Vincenti.

Miss Hale's in the studio.

I'll tell her you're here.

It's alright. I'll tell her myself.

Ooh, so, Mr. Carter finally let you out of the cage.

This is Russell Hanson.

Damon Vincenti. Oh, yes.

I've been reading about you, Mr. Vincenti.

I'll be running along, Kendall.

Tomorrow at the same time? I'll be expecting you.

Good.

Good luck, Mr. Vincenti--

At the opera, I mean.

I'll fix you a drink.

He has talent.

Hmm, yes, he does but unfortunately, it's difficult

for a young sculptor to find a public.

You going to find one for him?

Are you being jealous, Damon?

I'm jealous of anyone who can look at you all day.

Then perhaps you should've been a sculptor instead of a singer.

[ Chuckling]

It is good, isn't it?

Where'd you meet him?

Oh, at a party.

There have been lots of parties lately.

And a lot of rehearsals.

Is he in love with you?

Oh, I didn't ask.

Do you have to?!

Damon...

You're taking the part of Othello

much too seriously.

I was bored. It was something to fill the hours.

What did you expect me to do

sit here and wait with an atomizer in my hand?

I expected you to understand.

Hmm, well, I'm sorry.

Why do we say these things to each other?

Why do we hurt each other?

Oh, Damon.

Don't you understand?

I always hurt people.

That's my talent.

Don't say that.

Without you, it's all nothing...

Nothing.

Damon... Damon, you wouldn't believe it.

The white ties and jewels.

If a bomb dropped on this place tonight

the blue book would have to go out of business.

Wait till you see them.

No. No, no, I take that all back.

Just pretend they're not there.

You're in papa Peretto's vineyard

and you're singing for all your friends.

Two minutes, Mr. Vincenti.

Two minutes?!

What's keeping her?

She promised to be backstage.

You should see what it's like outside--

Taxis bumper to bumper, like a used car lot.

Phone her. Something must be wrong.

Damon, Damon, stop worrying about her.

This is the night we've been waiting for-- the big one.

Think about that. Do what I tell you!

[ Knocking]

There. You see?

Call her.

Come in, maestro.

Well, Damon, I bought a frame

and made a place on the wall.

Now it is up to you.

Are you nervous?

[ Shivering]

A little.Good.

I would be worried if you were not.

You have come a long way.

Thanks to you.

Well, the seed was in your voice.

I only helped it to grow.

Tonight, for me, make a flower.

I'll try, maestro.

Bravo.

Uh, onstage, Mr. Vincenti.

Uh, onstage, Mr. Vincenti.

Damon, after tonight

they will know you are a great artist.

Now, for the next two hours, think only of the music.

Forget everything else.

Hmm?

[ Audience applauding]

[ Applause stops]

[ Orchestra playing overture]

[ Damon singing in Italian]

[ Soprano joining in]

[ Soprano continues singing]

[ Continues singing]

[ Soprano continues singing]

Why is he going offstage?

Where is she?

Damon, get back on the stage.

Where is she? Damon, forget about her.

That's your world now. Where is she?!

Did she ever tell you that she loved you?

[ Audience murmuring]

[ Knocking]

Tonio: Damon, open the door Damon.

Damon, it's Tonio.

Please, Damon.

Please, Damon.

Damon!

Please open the door.

Damon, you can't do this!

There are stakes over there.

We'll force the door open.

Go on.

Damon?

Damon, this is Winthrop.

Come on, you'll ruin your career.

Open the door, please!

Damon, Damon, this is crazy.

You can't run out! Leave me alone!

Damon, you'll be through.

They'll never let you sing again.

Damon, don't throw it all away.

She's not worth it. She's nothing but a tramp.

Dam... Damon!

Dam...

Damon, you can't.

Miss Hale is gone, sir.

Gone where?

On a trip, sir.

Did he go with her?

The sculptor?

Yes, sir, he did.

Mr. Vincenti! Leave me alone.

Please, leave me alone.

[ Music from Othello playing in his head]

[ Music from Othello continues]

P.A: Last call for flight 29, nonstop to Mexico City.

Romero: Alright, Mr. Vincenti.

[ Slow classical music playing]

You were a fool to take

a chance with him after New York.

I have another tenor standing by.

[ Singing in Italian]

[ Singing hesitantly]

[ Music stops]

I'm sorry.

Uh, please forgive me.

I don't know...

This never...

I'll be alright for the performance.

I'll be alright.

I-I give you my word.

Please, again... again.

[ Piano resumes]

Get the other tenor.

[ Singing hesitantly]

[ Sobbing]

[ Many bells pealing]

[ Firecrackers exploding]

[ Mariachi music playing]

[ Firecrackers exploding]

[ Mariachi music continues]

A doctor... Get a doctor.

I need a doctor.

[ Gasping]

Doctor...

Get a doctor.

Medico. Medico!

Hurry.

Hurry.

Un doctor!

Un doctor!

Un doctor!

Un doctor! Un doctor!

Un doctor!

Un doctor!

Un doctor!

Un doctor!

Un doctor!

[ Speaking Spanish]

Water, water...

Agua, pronto.

[ Speaking Spanish]

Water...

[ Speaking Spanish]

[ Speaking Spanish]

[ Weakly]: There... there's no way back.

There's no way back.

I can't sing.

I can't sing.

I can't sing.

[ Rooster crowing]

[ Dog barking in distance]

Juana.

Buenos Dias.

Como esta usted?

What happened to me?

The calentura, amigo.

It is like malaria.

First the chills and then the fever.

They change the room?

You are on the Montes farm now.

Huh? mm-hmm.

See? That is Tirso Montes-- my brother.

I am Manuel.

[ Speaking Spanish]

Juana...

He's with us again.

Juana is the daughter of Tirso Montes.

He was a great matador.

He died in the bullring...

A very brave death.

Tio, go for Dr. Gonzales.

[ Speaking Spanish]

And tell Rosa to bring soup.

[ Speaking Spanish]

I remember now--

The hotel... You wore a black mantilla.

Yes. That was two weeks ago.

Why'd you bring me here?

You might have died in the hotel

with no one to care for you.

But I owed a month's rent.

Drink.

You pay for the medicine, too?

Do not talk. You should rest.

Juana...

I know it's very kind of you

but I have no money and... I can't pay you back.

We are not so poor we cannot help a stranger.

Just stay here, maybe work in the fields.

The sun will make you strong

so you can sing again.

What gives you the idea I’m... I'm a singer?

You talked a lot about music...

About opera.

I don't remember.

I used to work in the fields.

Does the offer still go?

If... if that is what you want.

It's what I want.

I told you-- this one would be hard to kill.

[ Laughing]

Tio Manuel...

Our patient is doing very well.

You did work in the fields before.

[ Chuckling]: I told you so.

You told me many things.

Come on, Felipe.

I am worried about you, amigo.

Me? Why, Manuel?

Eh... a month, and the calentura is not all gone.

Well, I feel fine.

I see you look at Juana

and I think... No more fever

but still the shivers.

[ Laughing]

[ Clears throat]

Juana, there's a dance at San Miguel tonight.

Will you go with me?

I can't, Felipe. I am busy.

Since he came, you're always busy.

Juana, you're making a fool of yourself.

He's not one of us.

When the harvest is done, he will go away

to some Americana girl with the yellow hair.

Maybe then you will have time for Felipe again.

[ Soft, lively guitar music playing]

[ Rooster crowing in distance]

This is called "El Gallo" -- Song of the young rooster.

It's to be sung beneath a lady's window.

The words say...

"If you sleep, my beautiful one

awake and hear the song of man who loves you."

For Rosa? Hmm.

For many years, she wants to marry with me.

She hides now, but she listens.

You'll see.

[ Chuckling]

Enough of this noise!

You'll wake the chickens!

She's so old, her heart has dried up.

There's an old saying-- "an old hen makes good broth."

There's another saying--

"a young chicken makes the rooster crow."

[ Muttering in Spanish]

[ Playing lyrical song]

[ Song continues]

[ Stops playing]

[ Playing dark, dramatic song]

[ Song continues]

You are a fine guitar player.

I learned how to play when I was a boy, in the vineyard.

What are you going to do when you go away from here?

Say, are you firing me?

Next month is the harvest.

After that, very little work to do.

I'll manage.

Maybe you'll play la guitarra with a mariachi band...

For people to throw centavos?

It's one way to stay alive.

But the singing-- That is gone forever?

I do not speak of it, but I know.

I watch. You work hard.

Sometimes, even, you laugh

but you are not happy.

With the songs inside you, you will never be happy.

Alright, I was a singer.

I had a good voice

and then I didn't have it anymore.

Maybe that it is what you tell yourself

so you can live with the silence

but it is not so simple.

The voice is a gift from god.

And he took it back.

No. The woman-- the Americana--

She took it.

Stop it, Juana.

Stop it. The songs are your happiness

and she killed them-- She made you afraid to sing.

Stop it!

I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

I just don't want to talk about it.

You lived through the fever, but your heart is dead.

[ Mariachi music playing]

[ Firecrackers exploding]

[ Cheering and applause]

Si, mi amigo.

On this day, my brother died in the bullring.

Every year, we honor his memory with what he loved most:

Music, dancing... And bullfighting.

[ Music continues]

[ Glass breaking]

You look beautiful.

It belonged to my father.

I use it for the dance... To remember him.

[ Up-tempo music playing]

[ Loud cheering]

[ Girls screaming]

[ Lively dance playing]

[ Tapping rhythmically to music]

Crowd: Ole!

Ole!

[ Music slows]

[ Music quickens]

Ole!

[ Crowd cheering]

Ole!

Ole!

With the cape of Tirso Montes

another bull has been conquered!

Maybe Tirso Montes does not die the death of a coward

if his daughter does the fighting for him.

[ People screaming]

Juana, que haces

Vente.

This is fiesta, no?

Entonces... musica.

[ Speaking Spanish]

[ Playing folk song]

[ Sobbing]

Juana, I...

My father was no coward.

He was a great matador.

We don't have to talk about it.

It was all her fault-- my mother.

She was una mujer traidora.

Everything he did was for her

and she ran away with another man.

One day...

In the bullring, my father was hurt.

He did not move when the bull charged.

They said he was afraid and could not move

but no.

It was she who destroyed him.

He... he had no will to live.

So he died.

[ Sobbing]

It is alright.

It is alright, amigo.

Let her go.

This evening she will go to pray

and ask for forgiveness.

Manuel, I've got to tell her she was right about me.

Si, si.

You tell her tonight, huh?

Venga.

[ Bells pealing]

[ Organ playing softly]

Forgive me, holy mother.

Forgive me.

There was murder in my heart.

A blackness came over me

when Felipe talked so of one I loved.

I know you listen, holy mother.

I know you are watching over Damon

to help him.

For he must believe in himself again, or...

Or he will die like my father.

Please, give him back

the will to sing, holy mother

because it is his life.

Juana...

♪ Ave Maria ♪

♪ Gratia plena ♪

♪ Maria ♪

♪ gratia plena ♪

♪ Maria ♪

♪ gratia plena ♪

♪ ave ♪

♪ ave Dominus ♪

♪ Dominus tecum ♪

♪ Benedicta ♪

♪ Tu in mulieribus ♪

♪ et benedictus ♪

♪ et benedictus ♪

♪ fructus ventris ♪

♪ ventris tui ♪

♪ Jesus ♪

♪ ave Maria ♪

[ Cheering and applause]

Crowd: Ole!

Ole!

Ole!

What do you think of the testing

of our little bulls?

I think it's very exciting.

Si.

You see that little cow there? She's the daughter of serpentina--

A very brave cow...

And aqua limpia--

One of the best breeders we have here.

Yes, she has a great style for the torero.

Bueno. Vamos a comer? Vamanos.

Juana, please stay.

I want to talk to you a minute.

You are going away.

To sing at the opera again?

I'm going to try.

That's what you want, isn't it?

I thought I'd go down to Mazatlan

take a freighter to San Francisco.

What... what is it like, San Francisco?

It's big.

Much bigger than San Miguel.

Like Mexico City?

A little.

It's colder

but no mariachis.

No mariachis...

[ Sobbing]

Come with me.

I want you to be my wife.

Oh, no.

Juana, what is it?

This is what I wanted most for you to say

but somehow I know it is wrong.

Why?

I don't belong in your world.

The world is much smaller now.

Everyone belongs everywhere.

I cannot go with you.

I cannot.

Alright, then, I'll stay.

Oh, no, no.

No, you must sing for many people.

Juana, I owe you so much.

I'm... I'm sorry.

I will drive you to Mazatlan.

There we'll say good-bye.

Juana does not go with you, amigo?

No, only as far as Mazatlan.

It is difficult to know what is in a woman's heart.

[ Speaking Spanish]

It would be an honor for us

if you sing once more.

Would you?

Con mucho gusto.

"Serenata."

Gracias.

Muchachos, "serenata."

[ Playing softly]

♪ Serenade ♪

♪ our love is a serenade ♪

♪ a song the heavens made ♪

♪ and angels played ♪

♪ when first we kissed ♪

♪ we touched ♪

♪ and I became divine, my love ♪

♪ because of you ♪

♪ the stars that shine, my love ♪

♪ they're mine, my love ♪

♪ serenade ♪

♪ our love is a serenade ♪

♪ a song of sweet desire ♪

♪ no earthly choir ♪

♪ could quite resist ♪

♪ I have known the magic of ♪

♪ a theme that cannot fade ♪

♪ our serenade of love. ♪

[ Applause]

Thanks for everything, Manuel.

I really mean it.

Go with god, amigo.

Thank you.

Rosa, keep the soup warm.

I'll be back one day.

Vayan con cuidado.

All: Adios.

Man: Buenos noches.

It is going to rain up there, too, old woman.

[ Sobbing softly]

[ Thunder crashing]

[ Wind howling]

We're stuck.

We can't get through tonight.

We go to Casa de los Morales--

Over there.

Alright.

Come on.

[ Thunderclap]

[ Gasps]

Juana... I love you.

As a man should love a woman?

All?

No. You are still afraid of the American woman.

No, Juana, no.

That is why you want me to stand between you and her--

To make you feel safe.

No, Juana... It's true--

There's a good love and a bad

and the bad is strong.

It can destroy you, like my father.

We'll go. We cannot stay here.

[ Screaming]

Juana...

Juana, I need you.

Help me.

I love you.

Always, always.

[ Both laughing]

This is where I started.

It seems so many years ago.

Thursdays for salesmen.

Go away.

[ Speaking Italian]

I said go away.

I'm busy.

Too busy for an old friend?

Damon.

Lardelli.

Ah.

Let me look at you.

Where you have been?

Oh, you look fine.

We have all been so worried.

[ Laughing]

Soprano?

My wife.

Oh, even better.

Ah, now we know we had no reason to worry.

Giuseppe, Paolo, Luigi.

You have come to sing at the opera?

Like elephants, they don't forget.

I need a job.

I thought...

Oh, that's a crime.

With a voice like yours...

I still need a job, and, if you have one...

[ Chuckling]: You have to ask?

Since you left, I engaged six tenors--

All tugboats. Ooh...

Vincenti. What are you doing here?

Oh, it's nice to see you...

Welcome home.

Come on, sentatase.

Meet my wife.

Ah. Congratulations.

Bella, Bella.

[ Trilling piano intro]

[ Damon singing Italian opera]

It's good to see you, Tony.

Oh...

[ Piano playing softly]

How's the jaw?

How'd you know where I was?

L-Lardelli's, a...

He's a stool pigeon.

We've got a whole year to catch up on.

Sit down, Tonio.

Yeah.

He was more worried than-than all of us.

You-you've met Juana?

We are good friends already.

You're a lucky man.

She's beautiful.

More beautiful every day.

Juana, he-he looks like a banker.

Don't tell me you own the bakery now.

I haven't burned a roll in a year.

Winthrop gave me a job after...

I'm his coast representative.

We handle some of the best tugboats

west of the Mississippi.

And he has sold them all to me one by one.

[ Both laughing]

Winthrop picked a good man.

Hey, Damon, do me a favor, huh?

Tell him that yourself.

Oh, I-I don't think we're on speaking terms.

I-I...

Eh, that's where you're wrong.

I phoned him in Paris an hour ago.

You know what he told me?

He told me not to let you out of my sight.

He's flying over here to see you.

Luigi, some wine from my own private stock.

Oh, Damon, it's good to have you home again.

To begin with, my dear Damon, we have tradition on our side.

In the world of the opera

it is possible

to forgive the unforgivable...

If the talent is great enough.

I know a celebrated parcifal

who breakfasts on gin

a Faust who was a notorious kleptomaniac

and a truly superb Tristan

who regularly pinches Isolde

in the Lieberstod.

With tenors, it is all put down

to high spirits.

Even if this one ran out on two operas?

Well, of course, the management

would prefer you to linger onstage

until the final curtain

but, if I have your assurance, I...

Oh, thank you, my dear.

In Paris, the coffee tastes like seaweed.

The San Francisco opera's beginning its season

with la l'arlesiana-- A beautiful tenor role.

You're audition for it in the morning.

Oh, Winthrop, do you think

they'd let me within a mile of the place?

My dear Damon, you've become

a controversial figure--

Peck's bad boy of the opera.

The mere... announcement of your name

will generate suspense.

Will you appear?

Will you sing?

Will you remain for one act or for all three?

You'd be surprised at the number of people who will buy tickets

just to see those questions answered.

I can answer them now.

Oh, no, don't. Please.

You'll ruin the suspense for me, too.

Man: That's the limit.

They could have sold out 20 times over.

I haven't seen anything like it--

Not since Othello.

Tonio, you don't have to worry.

You are a little nervous?

Maestro, just the right amount.

Man: Five minutes, Mr. Vincenti.

Thank you, sir.

Remember, Damon...

A flower.

For me, a diamond.

[ Chuckling]

[ All laughing]

[ Chuckling]

What's funny?

You are singing, but I'm afraid.

Well, you don't have to be.

There'll be 2,000 people out there tonight

but I'll be singing only to you.

Juana, the truth.

You're not sorry?

That I am your wife?

That night in a storm, I said it all, mi amore.

I love you.

I love you.

Mmm...

Good luck.

Oh, hello, Kendall, darling.

I suppose you found Paris

simply intolerable after I left.

Oh, you area sly one, aren't you, Charles?

Why were you flying to America?

Oh, yes. Antonio wanted you to hear

a brilliant new soprano.

Is she singing tonight?

Unfortunately, she screeched, and I had to shoot her.

Didn't you read about it?

No, only about the tenor, but he must be good.

I had to pay a ridiculous price for my ticket

but I'm sure it will be worth it.

He's married, Kendall.

Yes, I know.

He told me.

Be a darling, Charles.

No woman should be seen walking

down a theatre aisle alone.

[ Instruments being tuned]

[ Dramatic music playing]

[ Singing Italian opera]

People [ Shouting]: Bravo! Bravo!

Is something wrong, mi amore?

No. No.

In all the excitement, I-I just couldn't sleep.

You were a big success tonight.

Hmm. Without you, I’d-I'd be playing a guitar

in a mariachi band somewhere

for people to throw centavosto.

I remember, but now you must sing for many people

not just here but everywhere.

Did Mr. Winthrop speak to you tonight?

About what?

New York.

He mentioned it.

What did you tell him?

I told him we'd stay a while in San Francisco.

You know, they offered me a contract for the season.

Damon...

If you want me to go...

Send me away.

I will go back to San Miguel.

But you must say it.

What are you talking about?

You saw her tonight.

You don't have to tell me.

It is still there, isn't it?

No, no, Juana.

I'll never see her again.

She's gone to New York.

Is that why you are afraid to go?

It's over.

She's out of my life.

Do we have to keep talking about her?

I don't want you to stay with me out of pity.

Juana.

We've been happy here... Haven't we?

No. We can never be happy

while you are afraid.

One day, you must look in her eyes

and know you are free.

I can't help you...

Not even with my love.

You must do it yourself.

Relax, Everett.

He'll be here.

And the night of the performance?

Right through the encore.

Your expression, Charles.

You look like an insect exterminator.

No wonder.

It's in all the papers.

The spiders are spinning

bigger webs this year.

I never could understand

where you get your reputation as a wit.

You mind my dropping by, Everett?

Mind? I've implored you for years

to come and see what we do with your money.

I have been remiss about this particular charity.

Mr. Winthrop.

You'll have to take Fraulein Hommel off my neck.

She's screaming about having

to open the program.

My good sir, no client of mine has ever

been known to scream-- Except in key.

Pacify her, Charles, a few diplomatic words.

I will have no truck

with a Wagnerian soprano before lunch.

Run along, Everett.

Be firm, be managerial.

Excuse me, Kendall.

Just a trifle confused, my dear.

It's not like you

to work your victims over a second time.

Did it ever occur to you that I might have changed?

That I might really love him?

Frankly, it hasn't.

I'm reminded of a celebrated art collector

who stored his masterpieces

in the cellar.

That was his way of paying back the artist

for possessing a talent he could never aspire to.

Perhaps you'd have me settle for a pale imitation

and then we can live happily forever

in a lovely dank cellar.

[ Chuckling]

It's inevitable.

We deserve each other.

Hello, Mr. Winthrop.

Mrs. Vincenti.

Damon, what a pleasant surprise.

I didn't expect to see you quite so soon.

Juana, this is miss Hale. My wife.

I saw you in San Francisco at the opera.

I thought you were lovely.

Thank you.

We must see more of her, Damon.

You mustn't hide her.

I'm giving a cocktail party on Sunday night.

I hope you'll both come.

I don't think we'll be able to make it.

Why, I offer you food, wine and the sound of laughter.

You can't refuse.

We will be very happy to come to your party.

Oh, there you are, Damon.

Charles, Fraulein Hommel

flatly refuses to open the program.

You'll have to bail me out.

Offer her anything.

Tell her she can wind up the season

singing "broom Hilda" in tights.

I'll merely remind her of our first meeting--

In a sausage shop in Salzburg.

Mrs. Vincenti, may I borrow your husband

long enough to run through a number?

Perhaps you and miss Hale would like

to listen from the front.

Of course.

Do I make myself clear, Fraulein?

Ja, liebchen. Ja.

Just remember, Fraulein Hommel.

Anything is better than slicing salami.

[ Playing soft ballad intro]

[ Singing Italian opera]

Cigarette?

No, thank you.

Mexico's a beautiful country.

I was there, you know.

I went there to... Bring Damon back.

You did?

Mm-mm. But we're all here now, aren't we?

[ Singing continues]

[ Music continues]

[ Piano playing lively jazz]

Ole.

Anyone for bullfighting?

[ Laughing]

Any old bulls around?

No, but there are plenty of bores.

Take your pick.

Ole! Ole!

Wonderful party, Kendall--

Everyone who is anyone

in the international white trash set.

Well, perhaps you're right, Charles.

I'll have to revise my guest list.

Excuse me.

Uh-oh. Storm warning.

Batten down the hatches.

Double scotch.

You look lovely, my dear.

I'm so glad you could make it, Damon.

I hope you won't mind

if we abandon the introductions.

Most of my guests

are beyond the social amenities.

Oh, Damon, why don't you have a drink

with Charles and Antonio?

I want to show your wife

some of the Mexican treasures

I brought back.

I looted the place like a conquistador.

Looks like this section's

been reserved for pallbearers.

Hmm?

Oh, it's my impresario face.

I always put it on before concerts.

I'm helping him.

I scoured most of Mexico to find those masks.

This one I found in Taxco.

I got there the day after Damon left.

It is a fine mask.

Oh, I'm glad to know I wasn't robbed.

I do hate the way Americans are

always taken advantage of wherever they go.

You did not bring me here to talk about them.

No, frankly, I didn't.

What do you want with Damon?

I found these masks encrusted with Mexican dirt

and I took them because I knew their worth.

I found Damon in a vineyard, and I made him into an artist.

He's like one of my masks, and I have no intention

of letting him crawl back to obscurity.

With me?

With anyone.

What about Damon?

What is best for him?

Do you think your marriage is best for him?

The point is

I'm what he wants.

That's all that matters, isn't it?

You'll pardon me.

I make it a habit to attend my own parties.

[ Piano playing "tea for two"]

Damon, she's such a sweet little thing.

What did you say to her?

Oh, just girls' talk.

She's enjoying a twinge of homesickness

over my Mexican treasures.

Oh, Antonio, be a darling

and tell our nostalgic pianist

we've been in the '20s long enough.

You read my mind.

Charles, why aren't you mingling?

I was afraid to...

Without my armor.

To the future, Damon.

Our future.

Same old Kendall.

So sure of yourself...

So sure of me.

Oh, this isn't the time to talk about that.

Later on it won't be nearly so crowded.

You might as well bolt the door, Kendall.

I won't be back.

I remember a night in San Francisco

when you were just as stubborn.

Tell me the truth, Damon.

In all the time you've been married

have you ever stopped thinking about me?

You did not show me this, miss Hale.

Oh, an oversight, my dear.

They say it belonged to Joselito.

We'd better be going.

Joselito was a great matador.

Like my father.

Your father?

Oh, I didn't know.

Damon, you should have told me.

You're married to a celebrity.

You have seen a bull killed in the arena?

Perhaps you'd show us how it's done.

I'm sure everyone would be fascinated.

If you wish.

Juana...

Oh, no, Damon, I won't have you spoil my party.

It's all agreed.

It starts with music, doesn't it?

I'll order a fanfare.

She's only trying to humiliate us.

I know.

Kendall: Attention, everyone.

Mrs. Vincenti is going to transport us all

to a Mexican bullring.

[ Applause]

Man: Tequila for everyone!

It is afternoon in the bullring.

The music plays, and the matadors march out.

The picadors right behind.

The people applaud.

The music is very loud.

Then the march is over...

And they wait for the bull.

The red door swings open.

From the dark he rushes into the sun very fast.

Very big.

He stops.

The matador spreads his cape...

And calls to the bull.

Hey, hey, toro! Hey, hey!

The bull sees the cape...

And comes fast.

It swings.

The bull is past.

He turns.

He comes again.

And again his horns brush past...

Very close.

Now the bull is wise.

He waits.

Then he turns, throwing his head.

It is time for the sword.

This is what must happen now...

The matador or the bull.

He stands.

He waits.

And if the bull doesn't come...

Then you must go to him.

Now is the time.

Now is the moment of truth.

[ All gasp]

Juana!

Do you think that would free him?

Damon?

She didn't have to kill you.

You're dead.

[ Car horns honking]

[ Bus horn honks]

[ Screams]

[ Tires squealing]

Woman: She ran right in front of the bus.

Juana!

Juana.

I... I forgot...

It's not like San Miguel.

I forgot.

Juana...

I love you.

Only you.

Damon, the concert...

The concert.

You must go.

You can't stay now with me.

Do you think I can leave you?

Promise me.

It-it was what I-I prayed for...

That day in the church.

[ Siren approaching]

I promise.

[ Voice breaking]: I promise.

[ Applause]

Ladies and gentlemen, with your kind permission

I'd like to change the order of my program.

I'd like to sing a song, "serenade"

for someone I love so very, very much.

[ Applause]

[ Music swells]

♪ Serenade ♪

♪ our love is a serenade ♪

♪ a song the heavens made ♪

♪ and angels played ♪

♪ when first we kissed ♪

♪ we touched and I became divine, my love ♪

♪ because of you, the stars that shine, my love ♪

♪ they're mine, my love ♪

♪ serenade ♪

♪ our love is a serenade... ♪

She's alright.

♪ A song of sweet desire... ♪

She's going to be alright.

♪ No earthly choir ♪

♪ could quite resist ♪

♪ I have known the magic of ♪

♪ a theme that cannot fade ♪

♪ our serenade ♪

♪ of love. ♪

[ Applause]