All language subtitles for The Miracle (1959)-en

Pepna.

Fernando, you're early

for the blessing of the animals.

My little Pepita is very ill.

I want the priest
to bless her or she'll die.

There is Father Alonzo.
Come along.

Aren't they beautiful?

Come, let's watch the blessing.

- Sister Dominica.
- Yes, my child.

Where's Teresa?
What can she be doing?

She's doing her penance.

Scrubbing the chapel
from end to end.

Salvador, it's a beautiful day
for the blessing.

And what a harvest.

A man could walk from
end of Spain with the other

and find nothing equal to it.

And thanks to
our Madonna of Miraflores

our crops have never failed us.

With your permission,
Holy Mother

I'm leaving
my penance unfinished

to go and see the blessing
of the animals.

Onlyjust for a minute.
I'll be right back. Oh..

Dear God, let these animals
receive thy blessing

to the benefit of their being.

'And by the end of session
of St. Antonio'

deliver them from all harm,
through Christ our Lord, Amen.

Thank you, father.

Pepito, Lolito

Ankalita, Maria.

Pablo, Manuel, Maria.

Aye.

Oh, shameful.
That's enough now.

Shoo! Why are you here?

And permitting these children
to dance in the streets

on such a holy day.

But, sister,
doesn't your Bible tell you

of a King David of Israel

who, for very joy, danced
in the streets for his people?

How dare you?

Teresa, come with me at once.

But this was no fault of mine.

You will explain your behavior
to the Mother Superior.

And now,
let us go into the chapel

and with gratitude in our
hearts, let us give thanks

to our Blessed Lady
of Miraflores

and to her Divine Son.

And in all humility

let us pray for continuance
of her gracious bounty.

Uh, Julio, you have come
all the way to Miraflores.

How nice. Sefiora.

Aye, aye.

You're good
little children, good.

- Quick, we better go.
- Why? The pickings are good.

What are you doing here?

Worshipping.
We are now going to pray.

Come, children.

Forgive me, Reverend Mother.
But that is not all.

Last night, she stole a candle
from the sacristy

to read godless literature
in bed.

'And fell asleep and almost
set her bed on fire.'

But for the grace of God

and the nose of Sister Maria,
who smelled the smoke

we might all have died
in our beds.

And this godless literature,
Teresa

what was it?

"Romeo and Juliet,"
Reverend Mother.

Oh, I wept for the sadness
and the beauty of it.

Lines like, "Wilt thou be gone?

"It is not yet near day.

'"It was the nightingale..'

"And not the Iark

that pierced the fearful hollow
of thine ear."

Oh, yes, I know.

I wept over it too,
when I was 17

but under quite different
circumstances, of course.

Sister Dominica,
you may leave her with me.

I will deal with her
as she deserves.

I was only..

Very well, Reverend Mother.

Teresa, look at me.

If you'll forgive me
just this once

I'll try to mend my ways.

Please believe me
when I say I'm sorry.

I do believe you.

But sometimes sorrow
is not enough.

Yes, I know.

I meant to return to my penance
in the chapel, truly, I did.

I'm sure you did, my child

but I cannot overlook
these too frequent reports

of your imperfections.

- Nor do I intend to.
- I know, Reverend Mother.

As a postulant,
you must prepare yourself

'to acquire that state
of perfection needed in a nun.'

And the first step is obedience
to the Holy Rule.

Try and remember that,
my child.

I Will.

I shall consider
your recent behavior carefully.

Oh, I love you so much.

But next to our Holy Virgin,
I love you above all else.

Teresa.

J” Greensleeves was my delight J“

J“ Greensleeves
was all myjoy J'

J“ Greensleeves
was my heart of gold J'

J' And who
but my lover Greensleeves J'J'

Teresa, you have
not yet taken your vows.

But when you do, you'll not be
able to sing songs like that.

Songs of earthy love and
of knights in shining armor.

Besides, there are no knights
in shining armor anymore.

Platoon, halt!

Mr. Baker, water the horses.

Dismount!

Well, would you like
to water him?

Si, sefior.

All the parties, fall in!

- Sefior.
- Yes.

- This is for you.
- For me?

Well, that's very kind of you.

This is my brother Manuelo.

He goes to Madrid
to fight the bulls.

When he's older, of course.

Oh, uh, of course.
Hello, Manuelo.

Thank you for my flowers.

Manuelo.

Well, no, no, you're not hurt.

Come on, your sister
will take care for you.

Now, look, you're gonna be
a matador, you must be brave

you mustn't cry.

Hey, tom, tom.

- Here, ma'am.
- Francesca.

Take him to the infirmary
and look after him, will you?

Oh, I don't think he's hurt,
just frightened.

Well, thank you
for your courtesy, sir.

Oh, captain, tell me, is it true

you go to engage the armies

of the tyrant Napoleon?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

We move to meet him
at Salamanca.

Salamanca.

'But that will bring the war
to our very gates.'

Well, rest assured, ma'am.

That is what
Field Marshall Wellington

is here to prevent.

My blessings go with you,
my son.

Thank you, ma'am.

Alright, Mr. Baker.

All men, mount!

All men will advance..

March forward!

There are your knights
in shirring armor, Teresa.

I know, Mother

I know all souls are equal
in the eyes of God.

Even our enemies, the French.

But please, couldn't you give
a more help to the English?

Especially the, uh

young British officer
at the fountain.

I don't know his name.

But I'm sure
I don't have to tell you.

You see everything
that's in my heart.

I was, uh, praying
for a British victory

Reverend Mother.

Yes, my child, I heard you

and your prayers
have been answered.

Word has just reached us

that the British
have won a great victory..

'...but at a terrible Ioss.'

As you see, ma'am,
we have many casualties.

I fear we have very little
to offer, doctor.

But there's the refectory
and some vacant cells.

They're at your disposal.

You're very kind
and generous, ma'am.

And again, all thanks.

Gentleman,
start moving your men.

I'll have the refectory
and the cells

cleared immediately,
Reverend Mother.

Emergency cases first.
Bring all other cases this way.

Sister Dominica needs your help.

She's in the last cell.
I'll take these.

His breathing
is very irregular, doctor.

With a French bullet
a hair's breadth from his lung

he's lucky to be breathing
at all.

We were fortunate to remove it
without a hemorrhage.

Take those out and burn them.

'Did you hear me?'

'I said take those out
and burn them.'

Well, uh, I've done all I can.

Sister Dominica,
I think this young man

will need your prayers.

Bandages, please.

Oh, Mother,
don't let him die.

Please, please,
make him well and strong.

I promise to be a good nun,
with your help, of course.

I promise to serve our Lord
with my whole heart.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.

Blessed art thou amongst women..

Teresa, you're needed
in the kitchen.

Must you go?

Yes.

M-my tonic, ahem.

'Would you mind?'

Wait, it says on the bottle,

that I, that I must have it

half an hour before meals.

- What time is it now?
- Oh, it's, uh..

Oh, it's, uh,
a family heirloom.

It strikes the hours
and quarters.

Oh..

All you do is press
this small spring here.

You know something.

Since I've been here
I really don't care

what the time is.

Have I given you much trouble?

Uh..

What is your name?

Teresa.

Teresa.

Well, have I, uh, Teresa?

Not me exactly.

Sister Dominica.

When you were delirious

you wanted
to have her court-martialed

for insubordination.

I did?

Oh, what sort of language
did I use?

Well, you thought that she
was your sergeant-major.

I beg your pardon.

Not my pardon,
it's Sister Dominica's.

Oh, don't go.

Uh, un momento
as you say here.

One little moment. Por favor.

Well, Sister Dominica
never expects me

to come the first time
she calls me anyway.

- Where is Devon?
- What's that?

Well, when you were asleep,
you also spoke about Devon.

I don't wonder.

Devon is the most beautiful
place in the world.

Oh, i-it's in England.

It's where I was born
and grew up.

Do they have vineyards
and olive trees?

No.

Often it's misty or rainy.

But when the sun does come up

'oh, its almost too dazzling
and green to look at.'

Oh, I'd like to see that.

Would you?

'I'd like to show you Devon.'

You're very young
to be a captain.

Well, a prodigy.

Uh, promotion after promotion

owing entirely to
my, uh, diligence

my genius for military tactics,
uh, my qualities of leadership

and, uh, and the fact

that Lord Wellington
happens to be my uncle.

- Oh, thank you.
- Teresa, are you still here?

Oh, it was my fault,
Sister Dominica.

Uh, thirsty.
Do you think it's the fever?

No, I don't think
it's the fever.

Sister Dominica,
I understand I've had you broken

'to the ranks
for insubordination.'

I must apologize.

I'll have you reinstated
immediately.

Thank you.

Captain Stuart,
I have good news for you.

Doctor Boating says
that in a week or so

you ought to be on your feet

although, your complete recovery
will still be a matter of time.

It's time for your medicine.

Oh, But sister Dominica,
Ihave“

Reverend Mother,
how did the Madonna come here?

I wish I could tell you.

No one knows exactly

how or when
our Holy Virgin came to us.

However,
through her intersession

our people have prospered.

And our fields and vineyards
yield a rich harvest.

You know, despite our intrusion

this place still has
great peace and serenity.

I think your Madonna
is very beautiful too.

Oh, I'm glad you like her.
She's my best friend.

She has been my mother.

The only mother
I can ever remember.

I was a foundling.

This is the only home
I've ever known.

I've been so happy here.

I've always wanted
to take my vows

and join the good sisters
in their dedication to God.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

And now there's another reason
for taking my vows.

Oh.

What's that?

I prayed to the Holy Virgin

begging her to do
something for me.

Something very special.

And did She do it?

Oh, yes.

Oh, look, you have a visitor.

The Gypsies.

Shoo, go away. How dare you
to steal our oranges.

With your permission,
Reverend Sister

we are not stealing.

We are merely taking from
the rich to feed the poor.

What poor?

Ourselves, why this Christian
religion of yours

has so much to say
on the subject of charity.

It's an admirable virtue.

Allow me to offer you
the opportunity to practice it.

Oh, go away, you're thieves,
all of you.

A profession not without honor.

Why even your religion speaks
of a thief with compassion.

Of that poor one who died
on the cross right next to..

Stop. Stop.

Aw, it's the former owner
of this fine little animal.

He may have noticed
his absence.

Aye, aye.

Aye, aye.

Who knows? Perhaps you've just
met some of my relatives.

I beg your pardon?

Whenever I make Sister Dominica
angry, she calls me a gypsy.

And that's quite often.

Teresa.

...what will your life be like

when you've..

...well, when
you've taken your vows?

The Reverend Mother thinks
I have a talent for music.

I already give lessons
to the other postulants.

Hm.

- Oh, don't pick it.
- Why not?

It'II only
wither and die if you do.

I wanted to give you a flower.

I can't wear
a worldly adornment.

- Teresa.
- Yes, Michael.

In Rome, a thousand
or more years ago

there was a great philosopher
who when he died left a heritage

to all the young lovers
of the world.

"To love," he said,
"is within our power.

But it's not in our power
to stop loving."

“And so, Michael

"tell the good sisters
at the convent

"and that dear Reverend Mother

"that these candlesticks can
only be serve as a small token

of our sincere gratitude
for all their care of you."

The rest is
mostly family gossip.

Michael, what a lovely gift
to give our convent.

But I fear you must
have exaggerated

in your letters the little
we were able to do for you.

We would have done
the same thing for anyone.

Well, "little?"

Reverend Mother

I have my life to thank you for.

And, uh, Sister Dominica

I shall always remember
your kindness too

and your unfailing good humor.

And although it may seem
an odd way to bid goodbye

to one Sergeant Major,
nevertheless.

What is this?

Well, the troops
wish to say goodbye to you.

My son.

J' Should auld acquaintance J“

Goodbye, Michael.

J' And days of auld Iang syne J“

J“ For auld Iang syne J'

J“ My dear for auld Iang syne J'

J“ We'll take a cup J'

J' O' kindness yet J“

J“ For auld Iang syne J'

J“ We'll take a cup
0' kindness yet J“

J” For auld Iang syne J'J'

God bless you
and God speed you all.

Hip-hip.

Hurray!

Hip-hip.

Hurray.

Hip-hip.

Hurray.

Right turn.

Forward march!

Teresa.

You're leaving now,
aren't you, Michael?

Yes, Teresa.

This is the m—moment I've always
tried not to think about.

This lovely place.

'How quickly the time
has run out.'

What is it, Teresa?

Oh, I don't think

I want to remember you
like this saying goodbye.

I think I want to remember you
as I saw you the first time

through the gates
at the fountain.

You looked up at me and smiled

such a friendly smile, so warm.

It was like
your Devon when the mist lifts

and the sun comes out.

That's the way
I'II remember you always.

Your face, Teresa,
your lovely face

but always framed in this veil.

For one moment,
could you take it off?

No.

They'll cut your hair, Teresa.
They will shear it off.

Michael, please.

Teresa, don't close the doors
between us.

I have no choice.

Very well, I..

...I won't try to persuade you.

I'd hoped desperately that it
could have been different.

That you could have come to me
without doubts,

without regrets,
but with a free heart

'that we could've been married.'

It's time to go.

Oh, yes, perhaps,
you'll ask the gardener

to drop off my gear of that day
at the Miraflores.

What's the name
of the place?

The Posado de Don Diego.

Yes, well

tell him I leave early
in the morning

to report for duty.

Michael.

Michael!

Michael!

Holy Mother,
how can you ever forgive me?

I put my love for Michael
above my love for you.

Please, please guide me now.

What shall I do?

Shall I stay here a penitent

and take my vows as I promised?

Or shall I go to Michael

who's, who is waiting for
me in the town to marry me?

Please, give me a sign.

'Holy Mother of God,
show me a sign.'

How can you leave me to make
such a choice by myself?

Uhundefing]

My dear child,
you need your sleep.

Come, Teresa.

Leave your problems
in the hands of God.

- Sefior.
- What?

Is this the way
to the Posado de Don Diego?

Yes. But you cannot go there.

The French have driven
the British from the town.

Hurry, Rodolpho.

What is it?

Oh, the French
are burning the town.

If you know what's good
for you, go back.

Go back.

No! Let me go!

Roca, here's your little thorn.

Uh, it's been a long time
since he was last paid.

I've seen you before.

- Oh, I'm grateful.
- For what?

Don't flatter yourself

that we're concerned about you.

This animal was a Frenchman.

Even more than the Busne

- we hate the French.
- Busne?

Spaniards,
those who are not gypsies.

Then I am a Busne.

No, you are no Busne.

Where do you think
you're going?

- There's someone I must find.
- Have you lost your mind?

We've just pulled you
out of one fire.

Must you throw yourself
into another?

You'll come with me.

Oh, wake up. Wake up.

Here, cover yourself.

'The men are coming back.
They must be fed.'

'Come on, quickly.'

- Guido!
- Mamacita!

With the compliments
of Napoleon, that's for you.

- What's this?
-Agm.

The owner has no longer
a head to put it on.

- Of what use is it?
- Wait and see.

There, you see.

A lady, a duchess at least.
More than a duchess.

-Aqueen.
-Aah!

No, no, no, stop it. Stop it.

Where is your brother?

Oh, there is Carlitos now
telling how single handed

he destroyed
the entire French Army.

Carlitos.

I want that crisp, succulent
and well done on the inside.

Mamacita. For you, mamacita.

The button
from free Frenchmen.

Their ears,
that you should've brought.

Look at this rich loot.

- Ooh, you did well.
- How else?

We came on a French convoy,
six wagons.

The drivers were
overconfident with victory.

To relieve them
of their possessions

was even easier than at
the Battle of Salamanca.

'Nice reward.'

Hey.

And you get busy,
cut the bread.

What happened
with the French wagons, huh?

I was magnificent, mamacita.

You should have been there
to observe me.

With the first French driver

I was no more than the shadow
of a nightingale's wing.

- With a second..
- Oh.

Everyone knows
that to kill Frenchmen

he talks them to death
to win bag.

Yeah.

Unh, a fellow
with so much muscle

and so little brain
must learn his limitations.

Heh, you're improving, brother.

- Time for food. Tengo!
- Ugh.

Hey, Guido.
Look at the clean fingernails.

And skin so light.

The legs are long
but not too long.

'Bring the milk.'

And they carry her well,
I think.

The back is strong.

And did you see
the white teeth?

That's the Busne for you.

They brush their teeth
with little brushes, like that.

Every day.

'In the teeth
I have no interest.'

A horse, yes. A woman, no.

Put that down.

What's happened
to the English, huh?

Ah! We bore them.

Those who the French
did not kill

are now a cloud of dust rolling
towards the ocean.

Mama, look what I took

from a dead Englishman.

'Hear how it sings.'

Well, take it.
As a small gift from me.

What a thief.

I was about to
give it to her myself.

Are you sure he was dead?

'Yes, a French bayonet.'

How did you know
that he was English?

How do I know a Frenchman
or a Spaniard?

There were his boots.

Only the English
make such fine boots.

Saddens me to think
I had no time to remove them.

Hey, mamacita

how did we come by her?
Who is she?

I had the honor
of her acquaintance

at the orange grove of the..

I had a feeling
then that she was one of us.

A Christian gypsy,
that's a joke.

No you're wrong.
I'm no Christian.

Christianity is a faith
which betrays its believers.

I'm no Christian.

I'm no Christian.

Bravo! Teresa,
you've grieved enough, huh?

If one lives,
one expects to die.

Come on, let's have a dance.

That's enough.

Hey, that's enough.

You go back to your wench.

Hey, still washing?

Tell me, do Busnes
always work so hard?

Come on, Teresita,
the world is a beautiful warm place

filled with..
You're not listening.

Shh. There it is again.
Do you hear it?

The convent bell.

Your bell?

That's our Carlitos.

One day, his muscles
will break that anvil.

Teresita, to grieve
is not nature's way.

Even small creatures around us

when they've lost their mate--

That's what Carlitos said.

Ugh, that Carlitos

he has no delicacy
in such matters.

He only waited a week, while I..

Teresita.

I tell you never in all my life
have I seen such stubbornness.

Please.

I would even bring a priest
from the town

to make a real Busne wedding.

Yes, for you
I would even do that.

No, Guido, if I could love again

perhaps it would be you.

But I can't.

Yes, I know.

There was the Englishman
with a watch.

But, but he is dead.

And does it serve him
now that you're lonely

and I'm unhappy?

Oh, Teresita,
in you, the heart still beats.

The blood warms the cheeks.

The face is still made
for kisses.

Well, perhaps,
at first you could take me

because you pity me, huh?

Like Busnes keep little cats
around the house

and feed them milk.

Well..

Oh, it doesn't matter.

Who's left to care
whether I say yes or no?

Carlitos.

Carlitos, get this Teresa out
of your blood.

Guido wants her
and when Guido wants a woman

what chance have you got?

This Teresa.

...how do we know
she won't betray us?

Drive her out
before she destroys us.

Shut your mouth.

If she stays or goes,
it doesn't matter.

The damage is done.

That Guido,
ever since I can remember

he has taken from me everything
I've ever wanted.

Now it's this girl Teresa.

You always give him
everything he wants.

Why is he the favorite one?

Listen to me, Carlitos.

For hundreds of years
we gypsies have been hated

driven, slaughtered
like wild beasts.

Only together can we survive.

Alone we shall be lost,
destroyed.

Do you hear?

What have you been doing,
you two, huh?

Just permitting this Teresita
to molest me with her love.

Don't be too proud
of your conquest, Guido.

Maybe she only loves you
for your money.

My money, hombre?

Ah! You're a very rich man.

Your head alone
is worth 30 pieces of gold.

Thirty pieces of gold with
these brains, it's a bargain.

Huh, what is this talk?

Concerns this.

I got in the town
there's one on every wall.

I had a stupid Busne
read it to me.

It is written
in very stately language

offering a large sum of money

for the capture of
Guido the Gypsy.

- Alive or otherwise.
- Ah.

When did you acquire
this interesting piece of paper?

Recently, within the last
couple of hours.

And you didn't think to tell me?

Why should I?

Suppose I myself should wish
to collect this

this handsome reward?

It's very tempting.
No risk, no effort.

Just one little word whispered
in the commandant's ear.

Me, a rich man.
You, of course..

But alas, that fine noble soul

who is the true Flaco,
said "No“.

This is a joke, isn't it?

Guido, Guido this is no joke.

But this is in all seriousness.

Why didn't you tell us before?

I just came from town.

Oh, mamacita,
what's the difference?

For months now, I've been
tripping those Frenchmen

on their own Shoelaces

and they're still hunting
my shadow, huh?

All the same, we move tomorrow.

Alright, but first, the wedding.

- Oh, oh! Oh!
- Whoa!

Such a rich and famous man
must have a real Busne wedding.

- With this one?
- Of course, who else?

Carlitos, tomorrow morning,
you go down to the town

and you fetch me back a priest.

What size of a priest?

Along, thin one,
a short fat one

or just any priest?

Don't be sad, Carlitos.

Somewhere there must be a woman

who will love those
beautiful muscles of yours.

Uaughs]
Huh?

Reverend Mother.

Captain Stuart,
what has happened?

Tell me, what has happened?

We escaped.

- Escaped?
- From prison camp.

We slaughtered our guards

and we made a run for it.

Every man for himself,
we scattered.

Since then I've been hunted
like wild animal.

Running, but always
in this direction.

Always with one thought,
one purpose.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Let me get you some food.

No, there's no time.

But you're safe here.

I will give you sanctuary,
my son.

We have mourned you, Michael.

You see, we heard that you died
at the burning of the inn.

'AImost, Reverend Mother.'

Certainly, I deserved it.

I was asleep at the inn
when the French attack

surprised the town.

My thieving orderly
took to his heels

with everything I owned.

Boots, uniform, cash, I..

Teresa...where is she?
I must see her.

I'm sorry. That is impossible.

But how could it be impossible
when she's here?

She is here, isn't she?

- Isn't she?
- Yes.

Teresa is here.

My son, I hope
you will understand this

but I cannot permit
what you ask.

I'm sorry.

It's too late.

Too late?

Well, how can it be too late
when she's here?

How can it be too late for us
to pick up our lives together?

Michael, I'm your friend.

But to see Teresa, you must not.

What do you supposed kept me
alive in that prison camp?

What do you imagine gave me
the strength to escape

the will to get here?

You mustn't.

With or without
your permission

I will see her now.

Reverend Mother

in the name of God,
I beg of you.

All I ask to see her
for a few moments.

A few words.

No, Michael.

But Teresa is to be my bride.

Teresa is now
the bride of Christ.

I tried to spare you this.

You saw her.

Yes, I saw her.

Teresa.

...so lovely

so radiant.

Somehow, so changed.

So...so different.

Michael, what are your plans?

Where are you going?

To Portugal,
to find my regiment.

That's a long way, my son.

Come, rest awhile
and let me give you some food.

We always have to move, huh?

Hey, Flaco, hurry.

Let's not delay the ceremony.

You lead the way.

Dolores. Hiya.

Get my Teresa from the pool

before she is weakened
by too much cleanliness.

Quick, quick.

Come on, hitch the horses.

Be ready to move.

Aye, I tell you mamacita

in such fine clothes

you still much of a woman,
you know.

But why so sad?

Last night in my sleep

I thought I saw Carlitos dead.

Oh, what a silly dream.

Yes, but here
is the curious thing.

It was not in the town
that I saw him.

It was under that rock..

...Iying dead.

Guido, my son, come to me.

Mamacita.

Hey, mamacita,
you have a tear.

Come on, let's celebrate.

Come, mamacita.

Aye! Aye!

Is that the one?

It's Guido, the Gypsy.

Dead?

'Yes, My Captain.'

Get your men and let's march.

'Car|.. Carlitos..'

'Car|itos.'

Help me.

Help me...to get up.

He was wrong,
that stupid Frenchman.

How could a man die

on such a day, huh?

Carlito..

Guido.

Guido.

Pick up your money.

Guido, Guido!

You, Busne.

Now I have no sons.

You've destroyed them both.

There is no reason for you
to stay here.

This is none of my doing.

I asked nothing of your sons.

I asked nothing of you.

Go.

[gunshofl

Why do you follow me?

Who knows?

For the sake, perhaps,
of that unknown gypsy

who was your mother.

Another thing, for a woman alone

even for a gypsy

the journey to Madrid
is long and hazardous.

Madrid? Who goes to Madrid?

We do.

Then you're a fool.

I'm bad luck
to any one who shows me

any kindness or affection.

This is the chance I take.

Listen, you,
the pockets of the Madrilenos

are lined with gold.

Now with your fine talent
to divert their attention

and my nimble fingers
to do the work

some of it should stick, eh?

No, it's fattening.

Hey. Go away.
Terrible gypsies.

Well, there's no need for that.

Is there?

Hey, hey, who's that?

It's Cordoba, the great matador.

They pave his way with gold.

Ole.

No. No.

We're gonna eat pheasant.

So even with that song
I couldn't make you smile, huh?

You know when I will smile?

The day I find you love me.

Teresa, Teresa,
you are my luck.

No. I'm luck to no one.

And is it for this that
you're afraid to love me?

What evil can you bring me?

The worst is the death

and of that I have no fear.

It is with death
that I made my living.

It is so, Teresa.

You are my luck.

You're the days
of the good bulls

the days of no wind,
the sword when it kills welI

the crowd when it cheers.

Oh, no, Cordoba, no.

You don't know
what you're saying?

'Cordoba.'

My good friend.

Won't you introduce us?

Matador, allow me then.

Casimir EI Conde de AItimira
at your service.

I'm Teresa.

De Miraflores,
from the Valley of Salamanca.

Allow me to explain
my intrusion.

Music is my, my avocation
shall we say

the music of the public.

Night after night
I've heard you sing

but, sefiorita

'this place is too small
an arena for such a voice.'

'But through the friendship
of a man of influence'

a gypsy street singer
in an obscure cafe

becomes as famous as..

...well, as our handsome,
young matador here.

And with your permission,
sefiorita

I have already
been making plans..

...for your lovely voice.

Didn't I tell you Madrid was
a place of opportunity

of people with talent?

Take off your hat.

Perdone.

Teresita, together we have
plucked many a fowl

but never one
with such beautiful feathers

as this old turkey.

Ah, oh, he's not so old, Flaco.

Oh, he's not so young, Teresita.

You know, what puzzles me

true, our bullfighting friend

has to exert himself
for his money

while this Casimir inhales gold
with every breath he takes.

But the money being equal

I should've thought
the hot-blooded gypsy girl

would've preferred the young man
with a handsome face

and the strong arms.

How pleasant.

Pleasant indeed to choose
the young man of the strong arms

'to do him the kindness of
falling in love with him.'

Such an easy thing too

just as simple
as digging his grave.

Ah, Conde, you're out early
this morning.

I found the streets alive
with beautiful faces

but none as beautiful as this.

And..

...Iook here.

Well, what do you think?

Hmm?

Oh, I don't like it.

- What?
- It's the eyes.

'They have a
quality of evil about them.'

Oh, no.

I thought my friend Goya

caught them to perfection.

Personally,
I find them most exciting.

Personally, I think
they'll sell tickets.

Conde.

Oh, Conde,
you're so kind to me.

Kind?

No, not kind.

You know, when I was very young

I had a horrible age.

I thought that when a man
reached his 40th birthday

he should be put
mercifully out of his misery.

'Ah, but by the time
I was 40'

I wasn't of the same mind
at all.

You see, I had discovered
the age of beautiful women.

But easy conquests
soon bored me.

I thought but somewhere
there must be one woman

more desirable than all others

one who could bring me
youth and happiness.

And I determined to find her.

At the theater
I'd use my glass

and not to look at the actors

but to search
the many lovely profiles

turned toward the stage.

On the street

I peer into every passing face
asking myself

is this the one?

But it never was.

Until..

...but to find such a woman

carries with her
an element of disaster

the risk of losing her,
that I could not endure.

No, Teresita, to find youth

and happiness

and then to lose them..

...I would not dare to live.

Well, who knows, perhaps
some day you'll find her.

Perhaps I may.

Oh, I didn't tell you, did I?

I, uh...| saw Cordoba
in the ring yesterday.

It's true what they say
about him.

He has no luck with the bulls

or he's become
a very demon of courage.

But the bulls are bad
and clumsy, you know.

The poor boy has no luck.

Adios.

Matador, with your permission

the sefiorita
would like a word with you.

Fernando.

I'm told that the bulls
are bad these days.

That you take terrible chances.

It is my trade.

You told me once
that I was your luck.

Now that I'm here
perhaps your luck will return

and you won't need
to risk your life.

I want no favors.

It is true.

The days when I knew
you were in the plaza

life seemed
very beautiful to me.

The bulls were beautiful,
the cape, a thing of grace.

But I have no need of you.

And as for risk

I will do what is expected
of me to kill my bulls

with you or without you.

Oh, Cordoba,
I owe you so much.

You found me hungry
in the streets of Madrid.

- Without you, well, I--
- You owe me nothing.

Do you love this Casimiro?

No.

Do you love me?

No.

Are you certain?

Because once I saw tears
in your eyes

and I think a woman
does not weep

for a man she does not love.

No. I told you the truth.

You must believe me.

Good luck.

I'm only sorry
I could never make you smile.

No.

You never could.

Matador, there is
3-3 little wind

but not much, a-a breath.

With her watching,
the wind is of no importance.

Let's not be
too ambitious matador.

These bulls of Andalusia
move like lightning.

Matador, there is
a little wind. Water.

He's dedicating
the bull to you.

Please, sefiorita,
please, please.

Come on. Let's go.

Please.

Teresita?

Teresita?

But to find such a woman

who carries
an element of disaster..

...the risk of losing her

that I could not endure.

I would not dare to live.

Ah, these British.

They had Napoleon. Why didn't
they stretch his neck?

Now he's escaped from Elba. They
have to do it all over again.

This Napoleon
is bad for business.

Michael!

Michael!

Michael!

Michael!

Michael!

Please, please, please.

Michael.

Michael.

So you thought
this watch was my obituary.

What else could I think.

The gypsies said
they had taken it

from a dead Englishman.

And so they had..

...but how was I to know
that he was your orderly.

Poor devil.

Somehow I can't help feeling

he was meant to die
instead of you.

We owe him a great deal.

You know, this morning
I passed such a lovely church.

Do you suppose we could arrange
to be married there?

Oh.

Oh, what is it?

Red o-on my hands
and on my dress.

Oh, it's nothing
but the reflection from this.

Oh, oh, Michael.

- I can't marry you, I can't.
- Teresa.

Everyone I love, everything
I touch dies in my hands.

Oh, Michael,
I can't do that to you.

Oh, now stop it, Teresa.

What nonsense is this?
You can't marry me?

There's red on your dress
on your hands.

Now look, Teresa.

Whatever happened
while we were apart

is of no importance.

It did not happen.

Oh, Michael,
but it did happen. It did.

Then I don't want to
hear about it.

Don't let old ghost
destroy our happiness.

We missed it once
at Miraflores.

Darling, darling,
let's not miss it again.

Oh, Michael. I must go now.

- Go?
- Yes, the ball tonight.

Have you forgotten
that I am to meet your uncle?

I had forgotten.

Oh, you,
you'll like Lord Wellington.

Now you call him the Iron Duke.

Well, but when he meets you,
you'll melt him.

Well, suppose he
doesn't like me?

Like you?

Oh, don't worry.
I know the old boy.

Oh, I'm late.

The Duke's called
a staff meeting for 7 o'clock.

I've got exactly 30 minutes.

- Staff meeting?
- Oh, yes, aye.

I forgot to tell you.
I'm a staff officer now.

Oh, if, um,
word of my appointment

ever gets to Napoleon, he'll
run straight back to Elba.

Come on, how fast can you run?

Napoleon, the old fox.

We must not underestimate
his cunning.

I could only be sure

that my dispatches
had reached Bluecher.

Urgent dispatches, sir.

For his Grace,
the Duke of Wellington.

Very good. Wait outside.

Well, gentlemen..

...we must hope to stop Napoleon
here at Quatre Bras.

Failing that.

...I shall engage and defeat him

here at Waterloo.

When do we move out, sir?

At midnight.

Now, Mr. Sanford.
let's have some sherry.

What about the ball
this evening, sir?

Is it your desire, sir,
that we cancel it?

No, on the contrary.

Brussels is crawling
with French spies.

Any hint of our movements
would be fatal.

The ball must go on
as if nothing had happened.

At the proper moment,
all officers here

and elsewhere will be notified.

We should move out
swiftly, silently

and surprise the enemy.

I would remind you of
our task tomorrow.

Be temperate.

And enjoy yourselves.

Gentlemen,
I will give you a toast.

To King..

...and victory.

I'm exhausted. I'd rather be on
the battlefield than dancing.

Oh, you dance very well,
General.

I'll leave you in better hands.

Colonel, I release
to you my prisoner.

Thank you, sir.

- George.
- Your Grace.

I've being pursuing you
you all the evening

to present my protégé to you.

Madam, all the evening

I have been
taking avoiding action.

- Well.
- I told you would melt him.

Happy?

Oh, in all my life

I never knew there could
be such happiness.

Let's go outside.

Tell me that you love me.

I love you.

And tell me again..

...that nothing matters that
happened while we were apart?

Nothing matters.

- This is it.
- What is it, Malcolm?

Madam, my apologies
for this intrusion.

Would you please inform
your officers

that we're leaving at once?

- Goodbye, Mary.
- Oh, Malcolm.

You know,
one thing does puzzle me.

Oh, what's that?

Well, why you haven't told me

that after leaving the convent
and being unable to find me

you returned and took your vows?

Are you jesting?

If your wish me to say yes,
so be it.

Loving me the way you do,
I'm surprised

you never tried to find me.

But I did.

The night I escaped from
the French prison camp

I went back to the convent.

What I saw there..

...it hurt.

I thought my life was over.

What was it, Michael?
What did you hear?

The Reverend Mother told me
you'd taken your vows.

Oh, it's all so strange.

I don't know
how to say this but..

...you'II probably think
me demented.

It was in the church..

...at evensong..

...I thought I saw you.

You were wearing
the white robe of a nun.

Oh, my poor darling.

It was surely the brutalities
of the French prison camp

and the hardship
of your escape

you must have been exhausted
and overrode.

Oh, it's true.

On the night of my escape,
I was so weak

from a bout of prison fever
I scarcely made it.

There you see,
it's all your imagination.

Wasn't it, Michael?

Oh, wasn't it?

Of course, it was, darling.
Of course, it was.

Of course, no doubt by the fact

that you were very much
on my mind.

The whole incident left me with
a curious sense of unreality.

Your valley being
devastated by drought.

Reverend Mother telling me
that their beautiful statue

of the Madonna had disappeared.

Our Madonna gone?

Oh, no.

Teresa.

My apologies, ma'am.

Colonel Stuart. We're ready.

Alright, captain, I'm coming.

Very good, sir.

What is it, Michael?

Where are you going?

We don't know.

Pray for me, darling.

My dear,
they're in the hands of God.

All that we women
can do now is pray.

I can't. I can't pray for him.

Oh, dear Lord.

Dear God, I beseech you,
shield Michael in battle

so that he may return in safety.

Not to me.

Not to me..

...but to his own people.

Where, with your blessing
he can live out

all the days of his life
in peace and happiness.

Oh, God, help me.

Help me to atone.

And in Your mercy, forgive me.

Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with Thee..

Oh. Oh, Father.

Yes, my child.

Father, I need your help.

Hut!

- Colonel Stuart.
- Sir.

Tell those batteries
to cease fire.

Yes, sir.

The cavalry will
attack immediately.

Yes, sir.

Platoon Commanders

tell those batteries
to cease fire.

Hut!

Batteries ceasefire.

First rank of the dragoons!

Charge!

Unbelievable.

Thank God.

'Teresa?'

'Teresa?'

Teresa?

Teresa, where are you?

- Oh, Teresa--
- Colonel Stuart.

Yes?

Teresa is gone, my son.

Gone?

What insanity is this?

- Gone where?
- Back to Spain.

Wait.

She does not want you
to follow her.

Teresa came to me for help.

She was convinced
she had brought disaster

on all those whom she loved.

And she feared for your life.

Well, that's
superstitious nonsense.

Of course, it was.

I told her so.

Nevertheless,
she prayed for you.

And it would seem that
her prayers were answered.

Wait.

Read this first.

"And 30, Michael

"my dear one

"for the love you bear me

"I'm asking you to give me
the strength

"the courage to take the road
that I must follow.

"With all my heart,
I beg of you

"I plead with you,
don 't follow me.

"Let me go in peace.

My thoughts and my prayers
will be with you always."

"Do not follow me.

Let me go in peace."

I should have known.

That every turn of the road,
the warning was there

but...| refused to see it.

Father..

...p|ease help me
to do what is right.

I'm afraid
it will be impossible

to proceed any further, sir.

It's hopeless.

Ho!

Ah, I'm sorry I thought
the place was deserted.

It is, deserted by God
and our Blessed Virgin.

Could we have some water?

It would not be good enough
for your horse.

I see you are strangers.

We've been away.

Four years now. Four years.

It was about then that
she left us, our Holy Virgin.

You see, sefior,
since then we've had no rain.

The crops have withered
in the fields

the cattle have
sickened and died.

Now our valley dies, too.

But, sefiora, the clouds.

Yes, but they never give up
their moisture.

Some say our Virgin left us
in anger

because our people
of the valley

had fallen away from God.

Poor little one, he's hungry.

Come, Flaco.

'Adios.'

Adios.

Goodbye, my friend.

My dearest
and most wonderful friend.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

The drought is broken.

God be thanked.

Come, sisters,
let us give praise to the Lord.