Original subtitles

''This reconstitution of the original version

of the ''Drunkard'' (''O �brio'') sought not only to respect

the original intentions of the director

but also to preserve

the characteristics of the material then existing.

The versions released up until the 1 970's

reduced the length and changed a large number of sequences

either by cuts or introducing new time sequences.

Based on the original screenplay

and an incomplete copy of the original film negatives

plus sequences recovered from other sources

a reconstitution of what the original motion picture

might have been like was effected.

The action of time and the disparity of the materials

were problems which were solved, as far as possible

with advanced analogical and digital resources.''

''THE DRUNKARD''

This man' story is as trivial as the stories of many other men.

He had known happier days...

until fate left him without friends...

and resources in an unknown city.

Now knowing where to go, he wandered aimlessly.

For many a night, he slept on public benches.

And he even went starving.

Constantly driven away, he kept on walking...

he never noticed the bitterness of the weather...

his heart being so much bitterer.

All doors were closed to him.

Then, unexpectedly...

after so many misfortunes, he chanced upon an open door.

Come on, Gilberto.

You wanted so much to find a refuge.

Why hesitate now?

There you go. Very good!

No, don't back off.

You mustn't run away.

l know what's on your heart.

You're bitter about everything, aren't you?

You won't be driven away from here.

Step ahead, Gilberto.

Now look at Him who receives you with open arms.

Talk to Him.

Talk.

Say what you really mean.

Come on, Gilberto. What are you waiting for?

Help me.

Will you have dinner with me?

-Will you? -Compassion, Reverend?

No, selfishness.

l need a favor from you.

One of my lady parishioners...

always sends me a roasted chicken on Thursdays.

But today's chicken is so big...

and so fat...

-l may need help. -l understand.

You see, l'm inviting you...

out of sheer selfishness on my part. Come along.

After you dry up your clothes...

we'll have dinner.

Look, it's this way. All right?

Thank you.

Our farm was one of the largest and richest in the area...

but it was small for all who lived at my father's expenses.

Not to mention the relatives who lived in this town...

and were supported by him until we were nearly bankrupt.

Bankrupt?

But wasn't the farm one of the richest...

-and prosperous in the area? -lt used to be...

until my father handed it over to unscrupulous managers.

But, and you...

couldn't you have prevented that?

No.

l was away attending the last year of medical school.

l was called back urgently...

but it was too late.

Even then, l struggled for many years...

to try to save our property.

Nobody helped us.

That made me hate mankind and disbelieve God.

l'm sorry.

Eventually...

we inevitably went broke.

We had to sell everything...

to repay our debts. My father went to live...

with an old employee of ours.

Poor little him, no?

So you decided to try your luck here...

in order to continue studying, right?

Right.

l was counting on my relatives.

l started out full of illusions.

When l got here...

l looked up our self-proclaimed best friend.

Tell me, please, is the master of the house in?

Everybody's gone out of town.

That sudden trip left me stunned.

l had written announcing my arrival.

l didn't know, however...

that our ruin had made me an undesirable relative...

one everybody tries to avoid by all means available.

-What's come over you, daddy? -Pipe down!

-Gilberto is outside. -Oh, l didn't know.

You can come now, daddy.

You see? You made such a fuss, but he's already gone.

Because he didn't hear the piano.

-And if he had? -What would happen?

He'd move in and l'd have to support him. That's all.

Do l look like some kind of fool?

l'd overheard everything.

The sound of the piano had made me stop in my tracks.

lt was a great disillusion.

-l looked up other relatives... -And heard the same story?

They had moved house...

as a precaution. And this is it.

As you see, l don't even have a roof to shelter me.

-You see those steps? -Yes.

They lead up to a very small room...

l keep it nice and clean for my guests.

lt is vacant at the moment.

l would be very glad...

if it could be used by somebody

who would keep me a little company.

Tell me, Gilberto. lf l asked this somebody...

if he would accept my offer, what do you think he'd say?

l'm sure he would say yes, Reverend.

Very well!

Come along. l'll show you the room.

Thank you.

You'll find a nice bed...

and a razor for a shave tomorrow.

Throw down the ball.

All right, here you go!

Get over there. Very good!

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-Did you sleep well? -Superbly.

All right, children, stop playing now, OK?

Go straight home now.

Come back tomorrow for your catechism class.

-Now you may go home. -Your blessing!

See you tomorrow. God bless you! Now go home.

-Thank you, sir. -You're welcome, princess.

-l'm not a princess. -You are my princess.

-All right? -All right?

Come on, it's getting late!

All right, mom! See you tomorrow.

-What's your name? -Gilberto.

l'll see you tomorrow.

l'll see you tomorrow, my little princess.

See you tomorrow, Gilberto.

See you tomorrow, my little princess.

You see, some people are far more unfortunate than you.

You're right, Reverend.

l'd do anything to help her.

lf at least l had a job to complete my studies.

l know about somebody...

who's found an excellent job through a newspaper ad.

Why don't you try the same thing?

l'll do that.

Following the advice...

Gilberto began to look for a job.

Hmm, it doesn't look like the day's started out too well.

Let's see if you're luckier here.

NO VAC ANClES This is not easy at all.

But don't worry, Gilberto.

Don't lose heart, and keep on trying.

We still have the whole day to look for a job.

-Good evening, Reverend. -Hello! Good evening.

So, what's the news? Have you got something?

Nothing whatever. lt hasn't been encouraging.

Don't say that, Gilberto.

Don't forget there's always a tomorrow in everyone's life.

-Do you know who l met today? -No.

My cousin Silva Rego and his daughter.

But they didn't recognize me.

Have you changed so much in the past 1 0 year?

l haven't, but my clothes have.

Don't think about it anymore. Let's have dinner?

-Roasted chicken? -No. Today is not Thursday.

Wow! lt's 1 0 o'clock. Aren't you going to bed?

Not yet. l won't be able to get to sleep now.

l'm going to jot down a few verses first.

ln that case, l leave you to the inspiring muses.

Who knows...

but they may lead you to Glory and Wealth.

-Well, see you later. -See you later.

Do a good job.

OPEN DOOR

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-Where's father Sim�o? -He must be in the church now.

Thanks.

Gilberto went to the priest to show the verses he'd written.

But he found him using paper to fix a broken windowpane.

Based on that...

he realized there wasn't much money at home.

l really need to do something to help him.

l really need to do something.

That's all you can say:

''l need to do something. l need to do something. ''

Get a move on. Don't be staring at me like an idiot.

Everything that's gone wrong is your own fault.

lf you'd listened to the advice that l...

your conscience, had given you, we'd have been better off.

And that's the truth!

Your damn stubbornness made us leave our homeland...

to come starve here in this unknown city.

lt serves you right.

Who told you to believe your relatives would help you?

Oh, yeah! Relatives!

Relatives are like teeth. You have to be careful...

or else they'll bite your tongue.

Want some advice?

Stay away from them. And from the women too.

With your naivet�, they'll steal the shirt off your back.

That's why some say God gives nuts to the toothless.

Gilberto, my friend...

if l were in your place...

and had a body all my own...

nothing would stop me!

Come back here. l'm talking to you.

Hello, listeners.

Come participate in a singing contest show...

that gives 200,000 r�is to the winner.

The show is broadcast every Thursday at 1 0 a.m...

by this radio station.

200,000 ''r�is''!

Why not try that?

Singing ''l gotcha, Cavaquinho'' l get wild and hot, l'm like a bird

l'd like to sing my life away And lead a carefree life

Listening to it, l feel my Heart beat like a pandeiro

l forget it all, and keep singing This very Brazilian chorinho

SlNGlNG TALENTS' HOUR

Very good, splendid, great, excellent, magnificent!

And next, we're calling the contestant Gilberto Silva.

Who is Mr. Gilberto Silva? Who's he? Mr. Gilberto Silva?

Oh, there he is! Please, Mr. Gilberto.

Hurry up a bit, if you would. Come on up here.

Let him go by, please.

Come on up. Come on up, Mr. Gilberto, please.

That's it. Perfect. Very good.

Mr. Gilberto, you can't sing without a tie on here.

Great! What a situation!

Quiet, quiet. One moment, please.

Where's your tie?

l have no tie, sir.

What a shame!

All right!

Tell us what you're going to sing. And good luck!

-Thank you. -Let's begin!

l'm going to sing a song l composed: ''Open Door''.

Gilberto, turn down the radio.

Haven't you heard me? Turn down the radio.

Has that wag gone out and left the radio on?

He'll see when he gets back...

Thursday, hmm?

l made my way

Through this world Without a roof

l slept the nights

On a coarse garden bench

Without having

The protection of loving care

All the doors

Were closed To me

But God

Who is all-seeing And who consoles us

ln His

Holy temple gave me shelter

And besides

Offering me this mercy

He has changed my fate He has ended my suffering

And made my life start anew

Open door

With the emblem of a Cross

This door won't close

Against it there are no complaints

lt is the arms of Jesus

Door which was opened

By Jesus of Nazareth

lt has shown me The path of goodness

Today it is my sweet refuge

And again made me believer

Open door

l no longer wander aimlessly

Open door

When l crossed you l stepped into Heaven

Open door

l shall never forget

lt is my light in the world lt is the goodness that guides me

From my cradle to my grave

Very good. Great!

You've sung very well. Splendid.

Congratulations. Congratulations.

l'm giving you a prize now. You've deserved to win it.

Good luck. Good luck.

Come back. Why the hurry?

Say a couple of words to your fans and friends.

All right. Thanks everybody. l thank you too.

See you soon. Excuse me.

Come back, Mr. Gilberto Silva.

Come back for an encore. Please come back.

l can't now. l'm in a hurry.

l'll come back another day.

Hello, this is PRXK. He's name is Gilberto Silva.

He's not our exclusive artist yet. l believe he'll be hired.

l can't say. lt was his first time here.

Just listen to this!

A woman asked if he's married, if he sends pictures, if...

What was l talking about?

You heard a song over the radio that sounded like my story.

Exactly.

The thing is that...

By the way...

yesterday you went out and left the radio on.

l need to save money, my son.

When the light bulbs blow out, you can't fix them with paper...

like l did with the window.

Am l dreaming? That wasn't there yesterday.

Who might have replaced it?

Some pious soul, Reverend.

Who might have replaced it?

Don't turn it off.

A reward is being offered to whoever brings us...

Mr. Gilberto Silva.

Where did l hear this name?

Gilberto...

But... But it's my guest.

Any information can be given to our studio.

Our phone number is 42 00 01.

Would you do me a favor?

Why are you looking for Mr. Gilberto Silva?

Are you really sure this has to do with Mr. Silva?

Oh, OK. No.

Thank you. Thank you.

-Gilberto! -Reverend!

-Come over here, please. -Of course!

l just got to know who ordered the pane...

for our little chapel.

Strange! l'm getting deaf in one ear.

Listen. Deaf or not...

you must leave right now.

Go to that radio station that gave you the prize.

But at this time?

-lt's too late. -My son...

it's never too late to pursue a good opportunity.

-Now go. -All right. l will.

See you later.

Go, Gilberto, go.

This time you will find the door open.

Hello listeners in Brazil.

We have the pleasure of now presenting...

in a fantastic premiere, our exclusive singer...

Gilberto Silva.

Open door

l shall never forget

lt is my light in the world

lt is the goodness that guides me

From my cradle to my grave

To love...

What a beautiful And enchanting dream!

The more beautiful For the constancy

Of one who loves you

But she

Has been disdaining me

Without reason

Even as l cry and seek in vain

Love in her ungrateful heart

My mandolin carry your voice

To a man that wants me not

Call it cruel and atrocious

See, this is a woman's bidding

Tell him l love and adore him

You who know so well how l suffer

Go with your voice my mandolin

To my love speak for me

Because without him l'm bound to die

Today is a happy day for us.

Our dear friend Gilberto...

has just achieved what he aspired most in life:

He's just...

got his medical degree.

That's why l had you come here.

We'll offer a toast...

to ''Dr.'' Gilberto Silva.

Here's to your health and happiness.

To your happiness! To your happiness!

-Are you a doctor yet, Gilberto? -Yes.

And l'm going to fix your legs very soon.

-OK? Are you afraid? -l'm not afraid of you.

l'd just like to offer a toast standing up like everybody else.

The next time you'll be standing up then. Would you like that?

-Yes, l do. -Ah, that's fine.

-Do you want to talk to me? -Yes, l do, Gilberto.

Come a little closer to me.

-ls it all right like this? -Yes.

Can you look after my doll while l'm asleep?

Sure. Where's the doll?

lt's here.

What do you want when you wake up?

l... l want to play with the other girls.

You will, princess.

The mask, Luiza.

l'm not Luiza, Doctor. l'm Marieta.

How's that?

She's sick. l'm substituting for her.

But l'm accustomed to Luiza.

Me too, Doctor.

l've been working with you for many days.

-l hadn't noticed. -Not surprising, Doctor.

-What am l for you? -A nurse just like the others.

Dr, Gilberto, l'm not like the others.

Now l'm going to to straighten up the legs...

of the most beautiful girl in the world.

Yes, Gilberto.

-Don't be afraid. -l'm not afraid.

But don't leave me alone, OK?

l won't princess.

-Tie up her hair. -All right, Doctor.

-Gilberto! -Don't be afraid, princess.

Now let's count.

Put the mask on.

One, two...

Three...

four, six...

Five...

Can l start? ls she asleep?

Yes. You can start.

-ls she fine? -She's great.

Wake up, princess.

Wake up.

Wake up.

-So, were you afraid? -l'm not afraid of you.

-Where's my doll? -Over here.

How cute!

How very cute!

Now you stay very quiet so you can get well fast.

-OK? -OK, Gilberto.

Now close your eyes.

Dr. Gilberto...

Don't talk. She needs to rest.

Thank you very much.

Well, that's all for today.

Hi, sweety!

How are you? Are you all right?

That young lady made me work so hard, didn't she?

You can take her.

-Anything for tomorrow? -Only the patient in room 1 2.

That boy is too weak.

He'll be operated on when l get back to town.

Luiza...

you need to watch his post-surgery.

The patient has to keep very still...

-for the next 48 hours. -Don't worry, Doctor.

The nurse on duty has been told about it.

Fine. l'll see him in the morning.

-See you tomorrow, Luiza. -See you tomorrow, Doctor.

See you tomorrow...

Dr. Gilberto.

See you tomorrow, Marieta.

Open door

With the emblem of a cross

This door won't close

Against it there are no complaints

lt is the arms of Jesus

Dr. Gilberto...

l'm not like the others.

l'm not like the others.

Oh, Jesus, what an obsession!

-Good morning, Doctor. -Good morning. How's the boy?

-Fine. -Splendid.

-You got here early today! -l didn't go home, Doctor.

She watched the boy all night.

-You weren't supposed to stay. -l know.

Sometimes we are moved by compassion.

You've stayed up all night when you have to work in the morning!

You'll take the day off today.

-But... -l'll drive you home.

-You're going to sleep. -But...

l'm ordering you to do so.

-Get ready while l check him. -All right, doctor.

-Are you going home? -Yes. With Dr. Gilberto.

-With Dr. Gilberto? -l can't believe it!

-Let's go. -Yes.

And this is my story. As an orphan...

l lead a lonely life in a boarding house room.

-The radio is my recreation. -l bet you like soap operas.

-No. l just listen to your show. -Oh, thanks a lot.

-Watch out, doctor! -No need to worry.

Tell me. Are you doing something tonight?

-Yes. -What a pity.

-ls it very far? -No, we're almost there.

-lt's the yellow house. -Over there?

-Thanks for everything. -You're welcome.

-See you tomorrow. -Not tomorrow. See you later.

-How's that? -Aren't you singing tonight?

-Yes, l am. Why? -l'm going as well.

To listen to you. See you later.

Marieta, wait a minute.

See you later, Dr. Gilberto.

Open door

With the emblem of a cross

-This door won't... -Excellent perfume.

You're so happy tonight.

With good reason, Reverend. l have a meeting with happiness.

Don't try to guess. l'll tell you about it later.

-See you later. -See you later.

-Did you like my show? -A lot.

lt's a pity so many women think the same.

This has no importance.

Sometimes you sing for the crowd...

but your focus is on a single person.

This person must be very happy!

-lsn't it true? -l don't know.

Maybe she doesn't even know what feel for her.

-Why don't you try to find out? -lt's too early for that.

When l'm sure about it...

l'll let you know who she is.

-Do you like dancing? -lt depends on the partner.

And if he can't dance well?

-Would you take the chance? -Why not?

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Tell me something. When was the princess operated on?

Two weeks ago. She's doing very well.

ls she? All right, thanks.

-lt's true, Marieta... -Doctor...

l'll tell you later.

That evening Marieta got an invitation over the phone.

She accepted it.

Then the traditional gifts began to arrive:

Box of chocolates...

flowers...

more flowers, a flower basket.

And amid the flowers, an expensive jewel.

Even then, Marieta was getting impatient.

The smart creature was eager to get...

things other than flower and expensive jewels.

Another present has arrived! What will it be this time?

l ONCE TOLD YOU

THAT YOU WOULD BE THE FlRST PERSON

TO KNO W THE WOMAN CHOSEN B Y ME

TO BE MY LlFELONG COMPANlON

l'M MAKlNG GOOD ON MY PROMlSE

OPEN THE BO X

lNSlDE YOU'LL FlND A PlCTURE

OF THE WOMAN l'M GOlNG TO PROPOSE MARRlAGE TO

l LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR REPLY

GlLBERTO SlLVA

When the box was open...

Marieta saw her face reflected in a small mirror.

Her inquisitive hands...

found out a diminutive doll dressed up as a bride.

And there's something else!

An engagement ring?

So it's a marriage proposal!

We must agree it's been made in an unexpected way.

But after all, isn't this what you expected, Marieta...

an engagement ring?

What are you looking for in this box of family relics?

We already know!

You want to send a reply to Gilberto's letter.

Yes, Marieta...

your future husband will like this unpretentious medal.

You may send it along with the ''yes'' he is expecting.

And congratulations, you've been a winner all along the way.

How hot it is!

Jos�. Open the window.

All right, dear cousin. l'll open the window.

-You're so funny! -lt runs in the family.

Jos�, disrespectfulness is something l will not tolerate...

Maricota is coming!

-So, did he receive you? -Received me?

l was told he was out of town.

Shrouded in Glory

Serve my dish. l'm starving.

l'll bring you some nice hot beans!

-l'm sorry. -lt's all right.

Out of town!?

Out of town!?

How impudent of him! He's snubbing his own relatives.

Look who's talking!

You turned him out when he arrived from the farm.

Poor lad!

l got furious when l was told about that.

-lsn't that true, Lindoca? -Yes, my little lion.

Me too, l was also very sorry for him.

But who's moved home to avoid receiving a poor relative?

This isn't true at all.

l moved out because the other place was very humid.

-lsn't that true, Lindoca? -Yes, my little lion.

lt was very, very humid.

-Pass me the flour, little lion. -Of course, my sweetheart.

Sing a different tune.

What the hell, it's just ''yes, my little lion''!

Rego, you ought not to insult my dear half.

Half?

She's not even a quarter of a person, let alone half.

My little lion, won't you do something?

-Who? -You. Do something.

Ah, l see!

-Rego! -Le�o!

-Rego! -Le�o!

-Rego! -Le�o!

When l get mad, l'm like a lion gone berserk.

-l'm worse than... -Worse than what? Than what?

Who're you in the pecking order?

Just a retired lion!

-Calm down, my little lion! -l no longer am!

-How do you mean? -A little lion.

-Today l am a lion. -So cool down.

What's this? lt's not to nice to have arguments.

The neighbors may hear!

We need to talk about something which is of everybody's interest.

-Of course. -Right.

You want to make peace your with our cousin, right?

-Yes, we do. -So let's attend his wedding.

Stop! Stop!

-What's the objection now? -The usual one.

-He won't receive us. -Who talked about receiving?

-He did! -Listen up.

-Won't he get married at a church? -Yes, he will.

-Won't it be a public ceremony? -Yeah.

So anybody can be there, right?

Yes, that's true!

So, in the middle of the general congratulations...

it'll be easy to make your peace with him.

l, for one, will play an indirect game to get to our cousin.

-l can't quite follow your game... -l'm glad you don't...

otherwise you might spoil it, and l don't want that.

But, cousin Jos�...

are you really going to attend the wedding?

Yes, my little lion.

l make a point of getting to know my new cousin.

-Do you get that? -No.

Leave me alone!

-Where are you going? -l'm going to talk to him.

My dear cousin...

Let me hug you... Once more!

l need to clear this misunderstanding...

that's kept us apart for so long.

lt's made shed tears of blood.

-lsn't that true, Maricota? -Yes, daddy.

l like you so much, dear cousin!

So do l, cousin Gilberto!

And what about me?

l've always had a deep fondness for you!

l know all of you have always liked me a lot. l know so.

Lindoca, come and meet our cousin's wife.

-She's such a lovely thing! -ls that so?

She's so charming! Come along.

Who are you?

Your new cousin Jos�. Gilberto never told you about me?

l'm surprised! We've been very close friends all our lives.

Then l'm very glad to meet you.

l expect you'll be visiting with us very soon.

You may be sure l'll be delighted to do so!

So will all of us, Jos�, all of us!

Don't forget Marieta is also our cousin.

Gilberto, the reverend wants to speak to you.

Congratulations, my son...

-and God bless you. -Thank you, Reverend.

Gilberto, l'd like to drink a toast to your health.

Come over here, will you?

-You come over here! -She can't walk on her own yet!

She'll be able to now.

Get up Princess. Come on!

Don't be afraid.

Don't help her. She'll have to stand up and walk without help.

Come on! Get up!

Come on!

Now walk!

Trust yourself!

Steady now, Princes!

Steady!

Walk, come along!

Come along, come along!

Like this! Come along! Like this!

To your health!

They're trying to escape!

-See you tomorrow, my friends! -See you tomorrow!

Marieta didn't go back to the hospital.

Gilberto, on the hand, worked night and day...

while his cousin Jos� kept his wife company.

Hello.

Oh, it's you, Dr. Gilberto! Just a moment.

My master wants to speak to you, ma'am.

l'm fine, but l miss my hubby a lot.

But you've promised to take me to the casino today.

My new dress looks wonderful!

lf you don't mind, l'll go with Jos�.

May l?

Oh, my hubby is an angel.

Goodbye. A kiss to you.

Another one. Goodbye.

-What a pity! -What?

There weren't any kisses left to me.

Marieta...

forgive me Marieta...

if l've let my feelings speak out too loudly.

But since you got married...

l've been trying to suppress an urge to let the world know...

l'm in love with you like it happens only once in a lifetime.

Now that you know everything, turn me out if you will...

but, before doing it, forgive me.

You've been forgiven already...

-just for this time... -Where are you going?

l'm going to get dressed so we can go to the casino.

Shame on her!

Flirting with my master's cousin right under my nose!

You must be tired of waiting.

-Would you like a cup of coffee? -Yes, please.

Salom�, you know you're a very nice person?

-You must have a boyfriend. -Yes, but l broke up with him.

-Why? -He had too many cousins.

-What's that got to do with it? -When l get married...

-l don't want them around. -Why not?

Because all cousins l know...

like to flirt with the master of house's wife.

Have you drunk your coffee?

-Would you like something else? -No, l'm fine.

-Tired of waiting? -l'd wait all my life for you!

You're so flattering!

Don't call me up so often.

Gilberto might get angry if he gets to know about it.

-This is a happy cigarette! -Why?

lt is touching your lips.

Keep the good manners, Jos�.

-Salom�. -Yes, ma'am?

-The car? -lt's ready outside.

So let's go this way.

Time went by.

Five years have passed.

lt's the day of Marieta's birthday.

Goodbye.

Who was that?

-''Dona'' Zizinha! -''Dona'' Zizinha again!

lt's true! She calls Dr. Gilberto many times everyday!

There's a letter for him!

lt's a woman's letter!

-How do you know? -By the smell!

Marieta?

l'm coming, Gilberto.

''Ven, mi coraz�n te llama... ''

There you are!

-Do you like them? -They're marvelous, Gilberto.

-Salom�? -Yes, sir?

-Where've you been? -Behind the door. l mean, l was...

-You were there just now? -Yes.

-Any calls? -From ''Dona'' Zizinha.

-l see. -And there's a letter, too.

-Where's it? -Over there.

-Give me this letter, Marieta. -Were you expecting it?

-Patients write to their doctors. -Female patients too?

-Yes, they do. Give me that. -lt must be from that Zizinha.

Don't be silly. Let me see this letter.

Are you fond of her?

l am... l am fond of my wife only.

A cup of coffee?

-All right, bring it. -lt's got sugar?

No.

You worry so much about this Zizinha Souza...

but if you met her, you'd be sorry for her.

Zizinha Souza?

She's hunchbacked. She's got big teeth.

She has twisted legs, and a pimple-ridden face.

Besides, the poor woman is a neuropath.

What a nice word!

And... And this letter?

Read it.

A semi-formal dress, 2,000 ''cruzeiros''.

lt's from the seamstress.

-Are you satisfied now? -Forgive me!

-People in love are jealous. -When they have a reason.

l, for one, could be jealous of my cousin Jos�...

who's here all the time.

However, as l trust you blindly, l don't even worry.

You may as well trust me.

You are and will always be my first and only love.

-Remember this medallion? -l thought you'd given it.

To that Zizinha...

l'll only give it to a woman who substitutes for you in my heart.

But as this is impossible, l'll keep it on me forever.

-So, how do you like the present? -l like it so much!

lt's so beautiful.

Today we're celebrating two things: My birthday...

-And our 5th wedding anniversary? -Right.

ls this little gift for both of them?

Little gift?

You greedy thing! No, it's not. Here's the check.

Give it to me! This is terrific!

Now l have 500,000 cruzeiros in my banking account.

No, you don't. l'm not giving it to you.

500,000 ''cruzeiros''?

-You're not giving it to me? -This time we're casting lots...

between you and my relatives.

-But... -Don't worry.

My impression is that luck...

will be on your side.

Mr. Silva Rego, Dona Maricota, Mr. and Mrs. Le�o.

My dear cousin, you're so nice!

How are you?

How cute she looks!

Dear cousin!

You're truly lovely!

-A happy birthday hug! -Ah, thank you so much!

-Here you are. -You shouldn't have bothered.

lt was all l could afford. l cost me 5 cruzeiros.

You look very good!

You work too hard! You need to take it easy.

-Can l give her a birthday hug? -l'll do that for you.

He's so funny!

Marieta managed to escape from me but you won't.

lf it's me you can hug to your heart's content.

Congratulations, dear cousin!

Marieta, come over here.

Salom�!

Did you call me?

-Get us some champagne. -One or two bottles?

Two bottles... lf possible.

Really?

She's a complete knockout!

Gilberto wants to talk to us.

-Who? -Gilberto!

Oh, all right!

What is it, dear cousin?

Before the champagne, l've got a surprise for you.

ln this bag, there are pieces of paper with the names...

of all my relatives on them. And my wife's name as well.

The lucky one who's got his name drawn out first...

will get a check for 1 00.000 ''cruzeiros''. Go ahead.

A telegram for you, sir.

-Maricota. -Daddy!

-Hold me up. l don't feel well. -Rego, not now!

Quickly, quickly!

No trembling, Le�o, no trembling.

lt's the first time a Le�o has trembled.

-Ma... Ma... -Maricota?

Marieta.

Gilberto, luck has been a good friend to me!

Not really. All pieces of paper had your name on them.

-What? -Don't say anything. Hide this.

All right.

-lt can't be! -What's the problem?

-What's happened? -My father's very sick. Salom�!

-l'll need the car. -Yes, sir.

l'm sorry. l have to leave right away.

-What a terrible thing! -Poor man!

-What a moment! -lt's unbelievable!

What a strange thing to happen!

This wasn't in my script.

And l was counting on getting a little loan today!

Me too! l need some money very badly.

Why she had to be the lucky one?

You cruel little bag...

you've been so mean to us!

Listen up folks!

Just for the fun of it, let's see who'd have got the check...

if Marieta hadn't won it?

-lt's no use. -Even so...

-lt won't hurt. -Yeah, it won't hurt. Let me see.

Since it won't hurt...

Marieta.

-Marieta. -Marieta.

Marieta.

Marieta!? l've been cheated!

-We've been cheated. -We have!

-The disgusting little fella! -lndeed he is.

-He's turned out to be a crook. -Very much so!

The cheek to do that!

Bastard!

Why didn't he give his own money to her...

instead of giving her the money he said would be ours?

lf l didn't know we are mentioned in his will...

-l'd beat the hell out of him! -Do you mean me?

-l mean him. -What's that?

You've said ''will''?

-Haven't you heard? -l have.

Are you sure?

lf l'm sure?

His attorney is an old friend of mine.

You know, one day we were chatting and having a drink together...

he hinted that the guy had made his will...

and we are mentioned in it.

So you know...

the sooner he bits the dust, the better for us.

He won't stay alive for my lack of vows.

-lt's about time he's gone, too. -Of course!

Recently we've been feeling like we are already in mourning...

on account of his death...

-isn't that right, my little lion? -That's right, Lindoca.

All right, folks, just wait to see what l have for you.

-Will you be very long? -l don't know.

l'll be back as soon as possible.

And you, look after my wife.

-lt'll be a pleasure! -Thank you.

l hope the dear old man is already recovered when you get there.

-lt's my sincere wish. -All right, thanks.

Mine, too.

-Ours, my little lion. -All right, thank you.

l hope he'll be fully recovered.

-Thank you, but l'm in a hurry. -God be with you.

Get killed in a car crash, OK? Get there as quick a flash!

Goodbye.

-Have a good trip. -Goodbye.

No, Joseph. lt's completely out of the question.

l can't agree to this revolting scheme.

You must be crazy.

Yes, l am crazy.

Do you know why? Because of my love for you.

l can't bear seeing you waste your charm, your youth and your talent...

singing in cheap joints.

You might be in the United States.

There is your place.

There you would have fame and applause like no other singer.

When l talk about this l don't think of my well being.

l just think of you, of your future, your success.

l'd live happily knowing you're happy.

lf l have your love, what matters the rest?

Why so much greed?

Besides, what you're planning to do is a crime!

l wouldn't have the courage.

All right. So let's drop it.

Don't get angry with me.

My dear Lola...

l'm not angry.

lt's just that 500,000 ''cruzeiros'' will end up in other hands.

500,000 ''cruzeiros''!?

What did you sing yesterday?

l don't get an answer?

lf l do what you want...

you'll never leave me? Can you swear?

l swear by the sincerity of my love for you, my Lola.

-What do l have to do? -ln the fist place...

change your name to Zizinha.

Zizinha Sousa.

See this medallion?

Keep it in your purse.

Those 500,000 ''cruzeiros'' will depend on that.

l don't understand, Jos�.

All right.

The case is as follows.

Now pay close attention.

You'll go to Gilberto's house. When you get there...

Lola got ready to go to Gilberto's house...

where Marieta, taking advantage of her husband's absence...

waited for Jos� to go to a party with him.

Ma'am, tiene ac� una se�ora que quiere hablar con usted.

-Tell her to come in, Salom�. -l've come in already.

Are you Mr. Gilberto Silva's wife?

Yes, that's me. And who am l talking to?

My name is Zizinha Sousa.

But you don't have any pimples, you don't squint.

And you don't have big teeth, or twisted legs.

l wish to talk to you in private.

-Salom�! -l'm already on my way out.

Be so kind as to sit down.

Mrs. Silva, l'm not in the habit of deceiving people.

l'd like to clarify a situation for which l'm not to be blamed at all.

-And you've got no pimples at all! -How's that?

Go on, please.

One year ago, l was introduced to a man who assured me he was single.

-His name was Gilberto Silva. -No!

However, l learned he was married and lives here.

You're lying. Get out of my house.

As you please.

My medallion...

This medallion belongs to you?

Yes.

Your husband always left it with me when he had to travel.

So l wouldn't forget him, as he used to say.

What a nasty thing to do!

l learned he was married one month ago.

lt was my disgust at his behavior that led me to come here.

But don't be sad.

l'm returning them: Both your husband...

and the medallion. l must be going now.

Marieta, what's the matter with you?

Jos�, do you still love me?

Very much, Marieta, very much.

So...

-Take me wherever you want to go. -We shall be so happy!

No, it's not possible. l don't have a right to so much happiness.

You're accustomed to luxury and comfort.

You wouldn't be happy living with a nobody like me.

lf this is the problem, what l have will do for both of us.

That' enough, Marieta. l wouldn't accept help from a woman...

as a man of principle and character.

You clearly don't know me.

lf you really love me, that's the proof l require from your love.

Very well, so be it.

You've won.

Only you could force me to smother the voice of my own conscience.

Wait for me, Jos�.

-What about Gilberto? -Gilberto...

no longer deserves my love.

Do you swear you'll never leave me?

l swear by the sincerity of my love for you.

Let's go!

lf you really love me

So desperately

''Gilberto''. lt's my mistress handwriting.

My God!

May l take the suitcase upstairs, sir?

Sure.

How did you find your father, Dr. Gilberto?

-Dead. -Poor man!

-Where's Marieta? -''Dona'' Marieta?

Gilberto...

THE MED ALLlON YOU G AVE TO ZlZlNHA

l LEAVE HERE WlTH MY GOODB YE.

MARlETA

That ''Dona'' Zizinha is here again!

Zizinha?

That's impossible. She's a paralytic.

Paralytic?

Dr. Gilberto...

-forgive me. -Who are you?

My name is Lola.

When she came here to talk to ''Dona'' Marieta...

she said her name was Zizinha.

lt's true. l said that.

l was led to lie by a man l loved...

and who forced me to play a part in an infamous comedy.

Why are you telling me this?

This man is you cousin.

After abandoning me, he ran away with you wife.

-And the medallion? -He'd taken it from your pocket.

Then he asked me to show it to your wife.

Now understand it all.

Dr. Gilberto...

That's the way it is, Gilberto.

lt never rains but it pours.

Master...

l'm sorry to tell you this...

but my mistress didn't truly love you...

she was always flirting with your cousin over the phone.

And your relatives...

were always praying and making vows so you'd have an early death...

leaving them what you own.

Master...

they're white...

but their souls are the color of my skin.

Master...

if l could do something...

too keep you from suffering too much...

You've done so already.

l'll never forget...

you're the only friend l've had in this house.

Don't cry.

Go.

Go. l still have much to do.

What should l do now?

How can l relieve this anguish that torments me?

lf l could get away from myself...

if l could remove from myself the Gilberto l feel to be dead...

Not to think anymore...

Forget everything...

But how to forget?

How?

DR. GlLBERTO SlLVA VlCTlM OF TERRlBLE DlS ASTER

THE DOCTOR'S BOD Y WAS FOUND YESTERD AY

MANGLED BEYOND RECOGNlTlON

SUPPOSEDLY RUN O VER B Y A C AR

Tell me who's daddy's cutie! Tell me!

You'd better cut off the intimacies...

and pay up what you owe me! l'm tired of living off your lies!

Be patient, honey!

Being patient is good for the eyes!

Let's see the paper.

''Japan.

Several Japanese officers...

have practiced hara...

hara... haka-rakito...

Tram breaks into grocery...

killing several hens.'' l'm not interested in that.

''Dr. Gilberto Silva Victim of Terrible Disaster.''

Poor man. Another one kicks the bucket.

Oh, my God!

Help here, ''Dona'' Maricota! Help!

-What's happened? -Your father is having a seizure!

Daddy, daddy, what's happened? Speak to me!

Speak, daddy, speak!

Speak, daddy, speak!

Oh, my God! How sad!

Nothing sad about it! You should thank God.

We'll become millionaires.

You've no idea what it means!

Maria das Neves, bring me an onion.

Make it fast, make it fast...

We'll be late for the mass.

lt'll look bad if we're not on time.

-We should go by car. -By car?

-How come, daddy? -How do mean ''how come''?

We're going to have lots of money.

We're going to live in a mansion.

Surely he has left me the house.

l'm his oldest relative.

Are you crazy?

The neighbor's saucer!

This is no china for a man like me.

You can break everything that's in the house.

-What about the furniture? -The furniture? Break it too.

l've said as much!

Maricota, let's go!

Why are you taking an onion...

-to a dead man's service? -You'll see when we get there.

That man has gone crazy.

But, after all, orders are to be followed.

So here it goes!

You're hardly crying at all, Maricota.

Wrap up the onion in the handkerchief and go like this.

Poor Gilberto.

Rego, let me borrow your onion.

Be careful. We got no more at home.

There's no use for this anymore. The service is over.

-Now it's just to hit the jackpot. -People will overhear you.

-My sympathies. -Thank you.

My sympathies.

Mr. Rego, my deepest sympathies.

My poor Gilberto!

How very sad!

l don't know what l'll do!

l can't live without him!

We can't live without him!

We really can't!

-Thank you. -Thank you.

Thank you.

Rego, do you really think...

we have been provided for in the will?

Of course we have. You'll see.

Now there's one thing. lf l, as the older relative...

get the most generous share, you shouldn't be surprised.

-Of course you won't! -Of course not!

Why would you get the most generous share...

if you've done nothing for the deceased?

Le�o, Le�o!

Let go of the deceased. He's mine.

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon.

Good morning, sir.

He like me best...

You'll get nothing. l'm next of kin, d'you hear me?

Not him. You shut up, Le�o. You know nothing.

What's taking him so long?

-What would be the matter? -Yeah, why's that?

l've no idea. l'm going to ask him.

When you wish to start reading the will...

feel comfortable to do it!

l'm p-perfectly confortable.

l'm still waiting for somebody.

-Good afternoon. -Good afternoon, father.

Good afternoon.

Please sit down.

''The will and testament written...

by Gilberto Silva as f-follows:

Know all men who shall see...

this public testamentary instrument...''

''l, G-Gilberto Silva, hereby declare...

l leave for my c-cousin Le�o Silva...

a comb.''

-What!? -A comb?

That's funny!

P-Please be quiet!

''To my dear relative Rego e Silva...''

''Dear relative''! You see!

The poor man really liked me a lot.

What has he left me?

A donkey.

A donkey!?

-That's funny! -What a crazy thing!

A donkey!?

So it's like this!

Very well, l'm done with mourning!

Me too!

l have the comb here...

and the donkey is expecting you in the garden.

''To my f-faithful maid S-Salom�...

l leave a monthly income...

of 3,000 cruzeiros. All my remaining assets...

will be left under the care of my great f-friend...

F-Father J�lio Sim�o, who'll use them for charity.

This is my will and testament...

for after my death, and hereby l revoke...

all previous wills.''

What's going on, Maria?

You may come in.

Everything's been broken... but this.

-Sir! -Yes?

Would you be so kind as to let me have a cigarette?

What for? To get even more intoxicated?

-You think l'm drunk? -Yes.

But l'm not. l was once.

-When l got married. -Go philosophize in hell!

Get lost!

What a disgusting fellow!

Sir!

Could l have a match?

A match? Why not?

Take it.

Hey man, l'm here!

Here you go!

Would you be so kind as to let me have a cigarette?

-A cigarette or a cigar? -A cigarette.

-Here you go. -Thank you.

Can l have a light?

-Thank you. -Don't mention it.

-Look, you've dropped it! -l know l have.

-Now pick it up. -That's easy.

You just need to bend down.

Leave it there. l'll pick it up, my friend.

My friend?

Your friend!

After l fell apart...

you're the first man to call me a friend.

Listen to me. What's your name?

Pedro Cruz, here to serve you.

Hey, what's the matter with you?

And your name, what is it?

lt is not. lt used to be.

Used to be? But we are in the present.

But l belong in the past.

Look here, only what's dead belongs in the past.

That's it. l'm dead.

ls this wretch crazy or drunk?

-So you belong among the dead? -Yes.

l can see that.

-Have you been dead very long? -For 2 years.

Really?

You look very well preserved.

Tell me something. You haven't told me how you died.

The story of my death...

began when l learned that my wife...

had run away with another man.

l left for ever the house where l'd considered myself happy.

l started wandering through the streets...

without seeing or hearing anything.

l walked for hours on end.

Exactly how long l don't know.

l tried to get further and further away...

to escape from everything and everybody.

l didn't know what to do with myself...

until fate showed me the way.

Spare me a nickel.

This will buy me a drink, you know.

l only drink to forget l've got no money.

lt's as simple as that.

l only drink to forget.

''l drink to forget. ''

Don't you want to get away from yourself?

lt's so easy to exchange clothes with him.

Everyone will think you've died.

And so you'll be free.

You'll have freedom to forget.

Come on.

No sooner had the Dr. Gilberto Silva died...

than a drunkard was born in me.

And he tries to drown in alcohol...

his incurable sorrow.

Oh boy!

Seems like a true sob story.

Let's sit down and get some rest. Come on, sit down!

Sit down, guy!

Oh Jesus!

How did you get that?

This was a boy who gave me a caress with a stone.

What a dumb caress, hmm?

But it has no importance at all.

The impression l have...

is that each injury inflicted on my body...

is yet another step to get away from this life...

and revert to nothingness.

Only then l'll find happiness, my friend.

But look here! Don't be sad.

Let's go to a bar. We'll talk later.

Listen.

Do you know a bar whose owner is called Manoel de Jesus?

Yes. l go there everyday.

Let's have a drink to cool off a bit, all right?

That's great! l haven't drunk anything today.

Let's go.

Manoel, bring me a beer, please.

Take it easy. There's no hurry here.

Give me a hand here. Fast!

This is Manoel de Jesus.

lt started again. SOS!

Wow! They're a bit hotheaded.

This was nothing.

Once they even dragged this counter into the street.

-Why don't you pour us... -lt's on me!

-What can l get you? -lt's on me.

-l want... -l don't sell on credit!

We're in trouble now.

Come on, Mr. Manoel de Jesus!

-Just a little rum! -Two fingers full!

-lt's not enough. -Three is too much.

Forget that! And no use telling me...

the story of your life again. l won't be moved by it again.

-You have a story too? -You bet!

l ended up like this for the same reason that brought you down.

-A woman? -A woman.

Tell me how it happened.

l was born an artist.

l've been to lots of countries...

and l've made lots of people laugh.

l used to be a very popular clown...

mischievous like no other.

No one could jump higher than me...

no one to make people laugh like me.

One day my woman ran away.

She left a little doll of flesh and blood in my arms.

She didn't want to stick with me either...

so she ran away to Heaven.

The l began to sink lower and lower.

Nobody found me funny anymore.

With giant leaps...

l climbed down the ladder of failure.

Eventually l was fired from a circus of the lowest class.

l've never had a job since then.

-Hey, Manoel! Bring us a beer. -Wait a minute.

This way, please. There are seats for everybody.

-This is an extraordinary place. -What would you like to have?

-Champagne, port wine? -Nothing of the kind.

Get us some nice quality rum.

-Make it fast, all right? -l'll bring you something special.

-What an awful place this is! -lt is indeed.

Don't you want a subject for your book?

-l do. -You'll find it here.

Yeah. You're right.

-Manoel... -What's it now?

-What you're having? -l'll have a Fernet.

We'll have some Ferret, Fernet.

-And where's the money? -Don't worry. We'll pay later.

Get lost both of you!

-You've lost a customer. -l won't come back here.

You want nothing else. We don't sell on credit here.

You sleazebags!

What do they want?

They want to live at my expense.

They're just trumps. Don't worry.

This is something special we've got here. lt's not expensive.

-Would you like to have some fun? -lsn't that why we're here?

-Of course. -Just wait then.

My friend!

My friend, l'd like to talk to you! Come over here.

-You mean me? -Yeah. Come here.

Sit down over here.

All right.

See this bottle?

lt'll be yours under a condition.

-What? -You must tell us your story.

My story?

We'd like to know why you drink.

You'd like to know why l drink?

l have become a drunkard

And by drinking l try to forget

That ungrateful woman

Whom l loved but Who abandoned me

l get stoned on the streets

And lead a life of suffering

l have neither home nor relatives

Everything is over

Only in taverns

l may find some shelter

Each of my pals in misfortune

ls a great friend

Like me they live in want

But they give me advice

And help me ease my torment

l used to be happy once

And was even received With distinction

l used to swim in gold

And sleep in a Satin-lined bedroom

Everywhere l had great friends

Assuring me of their constancy

And even my relatives l used to trust

Today when l find Myself in misery

l see all the more clearly

The false home l loved

And which in tears l left

Each relative, each friend

Was a thief

They abandoned me

And stole what l loved

O fair-weather friends

From you l beg in tears

When l'm dead

On my tombstone

Leave no inscription

Let the worms little by little

Come together to dispose of

This sad drunkard

This sad heart

All l want to have

By the place l'm laid to rest

ls mad drunkards like me

Who'd come to deliver

Their secrets within My final dwelling

And their sorrowful tears

To a bosom friend

-What's the matter? -The usual pain, doctor.

What is the medical term...

physicians use for this symptom?

-lt's a coronary spasm. -So?

From there to a myocardial infarction it's just a step away.

-What's your name? -l have no name, doctor.

lf l had a name one day...

l've forgotten it.

-Let's go. l'm not feeling well. -Let's go.

Hey, wait!

The bottle is mine. l'll just share it with my friends.

Let's go inside. We'll be more comfortable there.

Why are you tagging along behind me for?

lsn't your friend called Gilberto Silva?

Don't you know, creature...

that you must not disturb the sleep of the dead.

So it's really him?

lt isn't. Used to be.

What can l get you?

-l want to work for food. -Work?

Yes. l can wait on the customers, do the dishes.

l can even wash the floor, if necessary.

Wash the floor? You're crazy!

The only clean thing here is the floor.

l'm sorry.

You here!

Yes...

l'm here.

l'm asking for a job so l don't starve to death.

What about Jos�?

He's gone to North America.

On his own?

No. He's taken the 500.000 cruzeiros.

The bastard!

He has left you nothing?

He left me a letter telling everything he'd had to go through...

to turn me into this unhappy woman...

tortured by remorse and poverty.

How strange fate can be!

lt brings together under one roof...

the three victims of a man.

l know my misdeed to you is past remedy.

But would it attenuate it a bit...

if l were to tell you that you husband is alive?

No, No! lt's not possible.

lt's true.

He's here. But he's just a shadow of his former self.

Gilberto is alive?

Perhaps he can still forgive me.

l want to see him!

He's over there.

All harm you've caused me has been forgotten!

Why the hurry? You go out where you came in.

For God's sake, l want to speak to my husband, let me in!

He's in there. Let me in...

-for God's sake! -Take it easy, young lady!

What's it now?

Let me have another one. l'll pay for it tomorrow.

lt's hard to believe. You're crazy.

You already owe me a lot!

No problem, l'll owe you some more!

ls that all you want? You won't get it!

What's the matter with her?

She wants to find her husband. Why don't you help her?

You're nuts. l want somebody to find me...

how am l gonna find anybody?

ls there something l can do for you, ma'am?

Help me, please! l'd like to see my husband.

His name is Gilberto Silva.

What is it you want with my good friend?

Damn, l forget!

-He's dead. -You're lying!

l know he's alive!

-You know about that? -Yes, l do.

OK. There's no point in hiding this anymore.

Excuse me.

What is it you want with my great friend...

Dr. Gilberto Silva?

-To ask him to forgive me. -Forgive you!

And do you believe he might forgive you...

-now? -Yes.

He's a good man, with a noble heart.

lf you knew...

your husband was good, had a noble heart...

why did you abandon him?

Why did you let him be dragged by addiction and misfortune?

l was in doubt.

ln doubt, in doubt!

lf all wives in the world...

because of a mere doubt...

were to do the same thing as you did...

the world would become depopulated.

No, ma'am...

when a woman is taken to the altar by a man's arm...

and is married before God...

she no longer has the right to doubt this man.

Unless she comes by some hard evidence...

provided by her eyes and ears.

You behaved badly, ma'am...

very badly.

l know l'm to blame...

but l'd like so much to make up for it...

if it's not too late.

l think it is a bit too late.

At any rate, l'll see what l can do for you.

Be so kind as to wait here...

till l come back to fetch you.

Don't go away, all right?

Don't go away, OK?

lt's a very thorny mission l'm going to embark on right now!

Look what l got.

Hide that. Manoel is just over there.

Oh, gosh!

Gilberto...

l've been wanting to ask you a question for quite a while.

What do you think of women?

What's your opinion about them?

l think that women...

are worthy of our respect...

compassion and loving care.

l go along with that, too.

A woman's life is an ordeal...

from her cradle to her grave.

ln spite of that, she thinks she is happy...

even when she's in pain. Let's put it like this.

When a woman...

exercises the sublime gift of maternity...

she suffers dreadfully.

But when she sees her baby's little face...

all her suffering vanishes...

as if by magic.

And she's made happy...

by her vanity in procreating.

Do l know about that!

Mr. Manoel de Jesus...

have you ever procreated?

Of course l haven't.

My wife has!

l don't like this kind of jokes with me, all right?

Make sure you remember that! Did l ever hear the like of it?

Oh boy! Was l scared now!

l thought our turn had come.

What were we talking about again?

Ah, l remember now.

So you think a woman must be forgiven...

for having unconsciously practiced an...

evil deed?

Well...

if she did it unconsciously...

l think she must be forgiven.

ln that case, if your wife...

Just as an example!

lf by any chance she showed up here...

and begged your forgiveness...

would you forgive her?

Well...

if she begged my forgiveness...

it'd be because she couldn't live without it anymore.

-ln that case... -You'd forgive her?

Yes.

Your word of honor?

l say it as a friend, too!

l go along with that!

Where are you going?

l'll be right back with you.

Sit still! Sit still!

There he is.

Forgive me, Gilberto, forgive me!

Marieta!

You're forgiven.

lt's been a long time since l gave you my forgiveness.

Gilberto...

aren't you taking you wife?

l said l'd forgive her...

but l didn't say l'd reconcile.

Goodbye...

Marieta.

Goodbye...

my great friend.

lf one day you learn l've departed...

go, my friend, go by my tombstone...

and shed a sorrowful tear...

for this here bosom friend.

All l want to have

By the place l'm laid to rest

ls mad drunkards like me

Who'd come to deliver

Their secrets

Within my final dwelling

And their sorrowful tears

To a bosom friend

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