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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.