All language subtitles for The.Trumpet.of.the.Swan.2001 srt costa

Breathe, my love.

Don't be afraid.
I'm right here with you.

(MOTHER BREATHING DEEPLY)

Another deep,
cleansing breath, my love.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

And now a little push.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Ah! We did it! An egg!

My egg.

Mmm. Our egg.

And what a
perfect egg it is.

With a perfect child inside.

Ko-hoh! Ko-hoh!

Just a little look, ko-hoh,
at my new arrivals.

No, no, my dear.
They need warmth for survival.

Just a little peak, ko-hoh.
Move your nosy beak, ko-no.

Oh, this waiting,
this anticipating

the birth
of my perfect baby swan.

Our swans, dear.

Oh, yeah.

* Three perfect eggs
Won't my kids be super

* Wish that I
could look inside
and see their future

* Will you be leaders
The pride of the flock

* Three little chips
Off of my old block

* Well, an apple doesn't fall
Too far from the tree

* You'll be the
spittin' image of me

* Spittin' image of him,
spittin' image
That's right

* Spittin' image of him
Oh, boy.

* All I ask is perfection
From my sons and daughters

* Like my humble self
And all the swans before us

* We're gonna ko-hoh
best of them all

* Everyone will listen
When our trumpets call

* You'll be my reflection
Everyone will see

* You'll be the
spittin' image of me

* Spittin' image of him,
spittin' image

* Indeed
Spittin' image of him

* Do you remember
when we courted?

* How we were dancing
beak to beak
I do

* I entranced you with my call

* And I made your
life complete
Here, let me take a seat.

* He can't wait till he sings
So the world will know

* We're the best ko-hohers
In the whole ko-hoh so

* Hush, dear mama,
I'm in ecstasy

* They'll be the
spittin' image of me

* The apple can't fall
too far from the tree

* They'll be the
spittin' image of me

* Be the spittin' image of him

* Shoo-doop
The spittin' image of her

* Shoo-doop
The spittin' image of him

* An apple doesn't fall
too far from the tree

* You'll be the spittin'
image of me

* You'll be the spittin'
image of me

* Oh, yeah

You're on my foot.
Oh, no.

(GASPING)

At last, I am a father
with all the
pleasant duties

and awesomeresponsibilities of fatherhood.

Welcome, my children,
to this magnificent pond

and the swamp adjacent.

(BABBLING)

Oh, you have chops,
my little one.

I shall call you Ella.

* Ko-hoh,
my mama done and hatched me *

You have good pipes

and bad grammar.

Hmm. I shall call you Billie.

A son.

My own blessed son!

Welcome, my child,
to wind and weather.

I'll... I'll...
I'll name you Louie.

After my father, Louie,
and his father, Louie-Louie.

In the tradition of the great
swans before you

let me hear your ko-hoh!

(INAUDIBLE)

Louie?

(INAUDIBLE)

Perhaps he's shy, dear.

No need to be shy, son.

(INAUDIBLE)

We are all waiting to hear
your ko-hoh, Louie.

(INAUDIBLE)

There, there...
There must be a mistake.

This child cannot be ours!
Someone must
have switched the eggs.

Of course he's ours.

He's our Louie.

But my son is destined
to be the greatest
of all the trumpeters.

Why, just look
at his superior parentage.

How will he ever speak
to his friends?

Or attract a mate?

After all, my love,
what made you fall in love
with me was my...

BOTH: Deep, powerful,
resonant voice.

A father wants so much
for his children

and now this.

Oh, a tragedy.
What despair!

Shh! It's a boy.
What is it?

(GASPS) Another son?

No, no, darling.

We are being watched
by a human boy.

(GASPS)
And with such big eyes.

ELLA: Marco?
CYGNETS: Polo.

Marco?

CYGNETS: Polo.

Marco!

ALL: Polo!

No fair.
Louie didn't say "Polo."

Well, he can't talk.

Can't talk?

And he calls
himself a trumpeter swan?

I don't think so.

Louie can't help it.

Father says he's,
you know, defective.

Well, defective one,
Marco Polo is a talking game.

And if you can't talk,
you can't play.

Those are the rules, buddy.

Hey! If you can't talk,
you can't play.

You're out of here, duckie.

A trumpeter swan
who can't trumpet?

Oh, man, breaks my heart.

Okay, here we go.

(HUMMING)

My swan dive!

And now, Serena's all-time,
world famous cannonball!

One, two, three,

here I go!

(COUGHING)

Hi. You want
a slice of pond weed?

I'm Serena.
What's your name?

That's your name? No way!

(LAUGHING)

Hey!

You could say goodbye, Mr...

LOUIE: (TO HIMSELF)
It's not fair.

Everyone has a voice but me.

(VOCALIZING)

You got the beat, honey.
Want to join in?

LOUIE: If only
they knew how much.

Sorry.
Now see what you did?

Well, I said I was sorry.

It's not my fault he's,
you know...
(GROWLING)

LOUIE: The fox!
I've gotta warn them.

Billie! Ella! Look out!

Please let them hear me!

Thank goodness you are safe,
my precious daughters.

Oh, how my heart trembled.
Look!

That human boy.

Saved the lives
of our children.

He has my eternal gratitude.

When I think of what
could have happened

with poor Louie unable
to cry out a warning.

Although I'm sure
you did your best, son.

LOUIE: I did try.

Can't he see
how hard I tried?

Everyone okay?
That was close.

Ko-ho. Ko-ho.

Hey, no problem.

WOMAN: Okay, campers,
lights out, please.

SAM:
I could spend the whole day
watching the baby swans.

There are three cygnets.
Two of them said, "Beep."

The third one didn't.

I like him the best.

I wonder why baby birds beep?

(LAUGHING)
Why do baby birds beep?

Is that all you can
think about, bird boy?

What's it to you, A.G.?

(IMITATING CHICKEN CALL)

(LAUGHS)

Swans are fowl!

Besides, some of us
are trying to sleep.
So get a life, will you!

(HUMMING UPBEAT TUNE)

* She's so fine
She blows my mind, yeah *

Hey, little guy.

I'm Sam Beaver.

You like music. Me too.

(VOCALIZING)

* Everybody sing along

* We're gonna rock, baby
All night long *

Now you try it.

You can't sing?

So what? Not everybody
can do everything.

But I bet you're
a better swimmer than me.

LOUIE:
Wait till he sees this!

(SAM LAUGHING)

I'm not really big
on pond shrubbery.

Phew!
Something stinks out here!

(COUGHING)

And your feathered friend
doesn't smell too good either.

You're pathetic, Beaver.

Thanks.

(CHUCKLES) Hey,
I like you too, little guy.

BILLIE:
* I got the freezin', breezin'
Low-down blues *

The chill you feel
is the result
of the onset of autumn,

a subject about which
I have a few timely remarks.

Ahem!

Have you ever wondered,
children,

why we swans have wings
attached to our rather
handsome torsos?

Not really, Father.

(SHUSHING)

These mighty wings
allow us to migrate
to more temperate waters.

Hmm-mmm.
Oh, ahem!

Fly south to a warmer lake.

Oh, gotcha!

But we don't know how to fly.

As your father,
I shall teach you.

First, I extend my long,
elegant neck.

Then I retract
my muscular feet.

Then I pump my glorious wings.

And finally, I call out
a mighty ko-hoh

when I take to the sky.

LOUIE:
I have to ko-hoh?

Now I'll never be able to fly.

Come on.

Well, I'm gonna try.

(PANTING)

Amazing!

Those guys down there
look like ants.

Those are ants, silly.
You haven't left
the ground yet.

(GRUNTING)

Ko-hoo.

Ah-ha!

Oh! Ho-ho!
Whee.

That's it, Ella.

(PANTING)

Ko-hoh!

You're getting it, Billie.

Louie, I can't help but notice
you're not in the air.

You must try, son.

* Ko-hoo

Look at us, Father.

Coming, girls.
You sound marvelous!

LOUIE: Okay, I'll try.

Hey, I'm flying.
I can do it!

Whoa!

Ko-hoo!

Look at me, Father.
Oh, please, look at me.

Stay in your own lane, buster.
You should have honked.

That kid's a menace!

You must keep your eye
on the sky, my boy.

And I must find
my son a voice.

I remember you.
You're the one who can't talk.

How does it feel?
Is it weird?

You know,
I bet it makes you
a great listener.

(SERENA LAUGHING)

Hey, want to see
my triple gainer?

Ta-da.

Did you like that?

Boy, am I silly.

You can't talk,
and I'm asking you questions.

I'm the one who's weird.

Duh! (LAUGHING)

LOUIE:
She's not weird.
She's great!

SAM: This sounds crazy,
but I think that little swan
really understood me.

I wonder if
I'll ever see him again.

There you are.

Good luck, little guy.
Have a nice winter!

SAM: I wonder how birds
know which way is south?

Do they follow the stars?

How do they know
which way is south?

There it is, my children.

Our new home.

Red Rock Lake, Montana.

SERENA: Last one
there's a rotten egg.

Come on, Louie, let's explore.

LOUIE:
She's inviting me.

(LAUGHING)

I have good news
for you, darling.

(WHISPERING)
Before you know it, your son,
Louie, will be in love.

Why... Why...
Why this is terrible news.

Love isn't terrible.

It is if you can't say ko-hoh
to the female of your choice.

And you have to spend
the rest of your life
in loneliness and misery.

Oh, you do have a point,
my love.

I have many points

but I am Louie's
devoted father.

I shall act.

I hear there are
man-made devices

that produce sound similar
to our wild trumpeting.

Similar but inferior,
of course.

I shall search
for such a device
for our son.

Even if I have to go
to the ends of the earth.

If I may make
a suggestion, dear,

just got to
Billings, Montana.

It's a lot closer.

All right. Very well,
without further ado,
I will go to Billings.

Goodbye, my love. Ko-hoh!

What a swan.

I just hope he knows
what he's doing.

(CAR ALARM BLARING)

How do human females
put up with these
annoying love calls?

(WHIRRING)

Oh, my. Who would
want to mate
after hearing that?

(TRUMPET PLAYING
SOOTHING MELODY)

Ah-ha! Now that
is the sound
of romance.

Ah-ha.
Now is my time to act.

May luck go with me.

(HORN BLARING)
Ahhh!

Correction.
May good luck go with me.

Here I go!

(CRASHING)

(SCREAMS)

MAN:
Somebody help me!

Help, I've been robbed
by a swan thief.

I'll get you,
you miserable thief.

Thief? Me? A lowly thief.

I did it for my son.

I only did it for my son,
Louie!

(RIFLE FIRING)

Huh?

Okay, mister, let's stop
what we're doing and hand over
that weapon. Shall we?

All right, I'm issuing you
a citation, little man.

It is illegal to shoot here.
Oh, yes.

This happens
to be a bird refuge.
Can you read, sir? Can you?

Because right over there,
there is a sign.
It says, "no hunting."

Right here.
Black and white.
"N-O H-U-N-ting."

What would that be?
Say, no hunting, perhaps.

It is illegal to shoot.

The coast is clear.

Saved by the written word.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, hey there.
I'm Sweets.
Who are you?

(LAUGHING)
Hey, now I remember you.

The one who can't talk.

Oh, baby,
don't feel bad.

Everybody's got something.

You like those words, baby?

(LAUGHING)

Lookie here.
Humans have words
all over the place.

On their food.

On their tails.
(LAUGHS)

Man, even on
their mountains.

They can communicate
without even speaking.

LOUIE: Wow!
This is great news!

What did I do?

Wait a minute, little fella,
where you going?

(SNORING)

LOUIE:
This is so exciting.

I have to try to tell him.

There's this thing
called reading and writing.

And I have
this human friend

who can show me how.

What? You're not making
yourself clear, my boy.

Then I won't be,
you know,
defective anymore.

(YAWNING)

I wish you could
speak to me, Louie.

What wonderful things
you would say.

LOUIE:
He can't understand me now,
but one day he will.

What? What? What? What?
Louie? Louie? Wait, Louie?

Come back, son! Look!

I brought you a voice!

MAN (ON RADIO):
Another chilly day
here in Billings.

So bundle up, stay warm,
and get out the hot cocoa.

* Cinderella dressed in yellow
Went upstairs to
kiss her fellow *

What?

(KNOCKING)

Whoa! It's you.

It can't be.

(LAUGHING) It is you.

Wow, little guy,
how did you find me?

What? You stepped
in bear droppings?

Hmm. No hunting.

I agree.

Why shoot animals?

Wait a minute.
Did you just write?

No way!

You want to learn
to write more stuff?

And read too?

Oh!

So you can have a voice.

You're some swan,
little guy.

MOTHER: He's gone.

He's... He's really,
really gone.

BOTH: It's her fault.

She wouldn't
let him play Marco Polo.

And she wouldn't let him play
Duck, Duck, Goose.

It doesn't matter
whose fault it is.

What matters is
is that he's gone.

I must leave
this idyllic lake
and look for him at once.

Darling, darling,
there's just one little
matter to consider.

We have no idea
where Louie went.

Well, my birdly instincts
tell me he has gone south.

Uh-huh.
Well, what about north?

Or east?

Or west?

Or northeast?
Or the southeast?

Or southwest
and northwest?

Oh, there are
too many directions!

We'll just have to hope
that Louie comes back.

If he ever does come back.

But who will I dive with
if he doesn't come back?

(BELL RINGING)

MRS. HAMMERBOTHAM:
Congratulations, children.

Our special fern
is finally ready
for the science fair.

I know we're all looking
forward to the fair.

Aren't we, Mr. Fern?

That's Mrs. Hammerbotham.

She taught
me to read when
I was in first grade.

Now remember,
boys and girls,
plants have feelings too.

Oh! Hello, Sammy.

Did you come to share
your special pet?

(STUDENTS LAUGHING)
He's not my pet,
Mrs. Hammerbotham.

But he needs to learn
how to read and write
as soon as possible.

Sammy, Sammy, Sammy.

(LAUGHING)

I like the way Sammy
uses his imagination.

Don't you, children?

(LAUGHING)

I'm sorry, Sammy,
but I've never
taught a swan.

Oh, he's very well-behaved.

And he won't mess up
the room.

He'll even raise his wing
when he has to go to the...

(SHOUTING)

MRS. HAMMERBOTHAM:
Oh, dear! Now look
what's happened!

Oh, Sammy,
don't you see?

We can't have
this swan in class.
(LOUIE BELCHING)

But Mrs. Hammerbotham,
you were the one who
taught me to respect

the differences of others.
Well, yes, dear.

You taught us
the world is a rainbow
of different colors.

Different colors.

Different races.
Different races.

Different creeds.
Different creeds!

Different species.
Different species!

Different species?

Did I say that?

Oh, Sammy, dear,
sometimes Mrs. Hammerbotham
says what she thinks she means

but that she doesn't
actually mean
to mean.

Do you know
what I mean?

Please. You can't
discriminate against him
just because he's poultry.

Oh, what a little darling.

Well...

Now, I guess we do need
a new science project.

What do you say, children?

(STUDENTS CHEERING)

LOUIE:
I'm in first grade.

This will be your seat.

(SCREAMING)
Let's remember to keep
our wings to ourselves.

(LAUGHS)
We must work
on our fine motor skills.

Is it time for recess?

Oh, dear.

If only our eyes weren't
on the opposite sides
of our head.

SAM: But I like the way
you're trying, little guy.

LOUIE: "One fine morning
in the month of May,

"when Stuart was
three years old,
he arose early."

"Louie". That's you?

Wow! You have a name.

All right, little guy.

I mean, all right, Louie.

Well done, Louie.
Oh, what a special
day this is.

GIRL: All right, Louie.
Oh, you see, children

if we try
our very, very best

we can do anything
we set our minds to.

Good luck, Louie.
I'll be counting
the days till camp.

LOUIE: Wow! Honor Swan at
Billings Elementary School.

That's me.

Thanks a million.

BOYD:
Hey, I got it covered.

Here comes the great one.

Hey!
You snooze you lose.

Got it! Open, I'm open!

(LAUGHING)

Oops.
Butterfingers.

She scores.

Victory dance.

(VOCALIZING)

Ko... Ko... Ko-hoh!

Look! Look!

Can it be?

Miracle of miracles,
it's Louie!

Louie, my Louie,
oh, you're so big.

But so thin.

Have you been getting
enough to eat?

Louie, my son.

No one can imagine
the extent of our joy
at seeing you again.

I'm sure I speak
for everyone here.

Perhaps, you could speak
for everyone later, darling.

What's that weird thing
on your neck, Louie?

LOUIE:
Wait until they see this.

Hi there.

What? Do you think Louie
has gone cuckoo, Mother?

Well, he was
always a creep.

Now he's a creep
with a little baby bib.

BILLIE: What is he doing?
LOUIE: Hi there.

Hear me, Serena.
I did this for you.

What are you
trying to say, Louie?

(LAUGHING)

Nothing's changed.

They still
can't understand me.

How could
I have been so stupid?

This, my son,
is your trumpet.

If you learn to play it,
Louie,

you will be able to ko-hoh
like every other swan.

May the hills echo

with your new voice,
my son.

(PLAYING OFF-KEY)

Man, even for a rodent
this is tough on the ears.

LOUIE: I'll never learn
to play this thing.
Ow!

Now come on,
try it again.

Man, there's
a voice inside of you

that is dying to come out.

Now come on,
give me some of that
sweet, sweet music.

(PLAYING OFF-KEY)

Oh, man,
anybody got earplugs?

* Oh, yeah

* Hey, hey

* Everybody's shakin' 'em
Come on, let's jam

* And groove to the beat
You gotta find
your feet and swing

* I got to say
* I got to say

* How in love, I am
* She's in love

* With the music I hear
Everybody's here and sing

* Join us girls and boys

* Screamin' and making noise

* The music goes like this

(VOCALIZING)

* I'm going, I'm going
Come on in

* Join, come on

* Make a big line now
Come, come, come on, sing *

LOUIE: I have to find
my voice too.

I just have to.

(PLAYS SOFT TUNE)

(GASPS)

Yes.

(CONTINUES PLAYING)

LOUIE: Yes.

Wow! Louie?

Are you the one
making that sound?

I like it.

Play some more.

Thank you, Louie.

I don't know what it is,
but it's really sweet.

MAURICE: Serena!

Hi, Daddy.

(LAUGHING)
Oh, there's Boyd.

Boyd! Maurice here!

Serena! (LAUGHING)

Serena, say hello to Boyd.

Hi, Boyd.

Well, hello, Serena.

You know,
Boyd just happens to be
the best trumpeter in Montana.

Boyd, how about it, huh?

Let's hear those
vocal cords vibrate.

Ko-hoh!

(LAUGHS HEARTILY)
Incredible.

Serena, Serena,
come along, come along.

Boyd is joining us
for dinner.

MAN: Attention all units.

Be on the lookout
for a swan thief.

MAN: That's him.
That's the one.

Oh, I'll get you!

(SCREAMING)

Stop, thief!

OFFICER: Swan thief
spotted downtown.

You are surrounded.
Stop where you are.

MAN: It's that swan thief!

Wow! They're pursuing me!

They're pursuing me
with avengeance!

They're going to lock me up!

Darling,
it was just a dream.

No! Nonsense, no!
They were after me!

With shotguns and footcuffs

and wingwhoppers and...

MOTHER:
What's got into you,
darling?

Oh, my dear, my dear,
my dear, I am nothing
but a common criminal.

A thief!

You see,
I procured the trumpet
without paying for it.

MOTHER: (GASPS)
You mean you...

You stole it?

It is deplorable,
but true.

But you did it for love.

FATHER:
But I sacrificed my honor.

Now I will never sleep
in peace again.

There, there, dear.
You did it for Louie.

LOUIE:
I'm sorry, Father.

I'll get your honor back.

I will.

This is the heart
I never got to give you,
Serena.

Goodbye.
I'll miss you.

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

CHIEF: Welcome, campers.

Please unpack
all your things.

SAM: Ah!
It's great to be back.

MAN: So I don't have to.

A.G.: I want to see
the girls' cabins.

(SAM PANTING)

Louie!

"Need to talk.
Urgent."

LOUIE: My father
stole the trumpet.

Your father stole
that trumpet?

Hey, he didn't know.
It was a mistake.

LOUIE:
But now they're after him.

I know,
all he needs to do
is pay back the store.

You can get a job
and earn the money
to pay for the trumpet.

A job.
Now, what are
you qualified to do?

Can you actually
play that thing?

(PLAYING REVEILLE)

That's it!

Hey, hey. hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

Get over there!
Put that back!
Hey, you!

Okay, let's go. Put that...
Hey, hey! You, stop that!

That's my foot!
Oh, I need a vacation!

(PLAYING REVEILLE)

He's super, isn't he?

He can't play the bugle.
He's a waterfowl!

Come on, Chief.
Hire him as our camp bugler.

I tell you,
it's lousy pay.

That's okay.
He'll take the job anyway.

Okay,
he can have the job.

No problem, Chief.

Our last bugler left
because he got
a rash on his lips.

But don't worry,
you don't have lips.

(PLAYING SLOW RENDITION
OF REVEILLE)

SAM: Louie's music blows
everyone away.

When I think of
that tiny swan
who pulled my shoelace

Louie seems
so grown-up now.

I wonder
what I'm gonna be
when I grow up.

I wonder what
I'm gonna be.

(GRUNTING)

Wormeater!

(CHEERING)

You call that a spike,
feather breath?

I quit!

All this outdoors!

(GRUMBLING)

Oh!

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

Phew!

You all stink too!

Camp!

What a stupid place!

I want my TV.

(GASPS) Oh, no!

Whoa!

(SCREAMS)

Ah! Whoa!

Help, I'm drowning!

Help! Help me!

I'm drowning!

Man overboard!

Help! Somebody help!

A.G.: Help!
I'm drowning!

(SHOUTS)

SAM: Oh-ho!
Great save, Louie!

A.G.: Hey, swan.

You did okay

for a bird.

CHILD: You're a hero!

(CHANTING) Louie!
Louie! Louie! Louie!

Louie! Louie! Louie! Louie!

LOUIE: I never knew
someone like me
could be a hero.

(PLAYING SOFT TUNE)

Oh, man,
now that's music.

Sweet, sweet music.

(CHIEF MUMBLING)

Kum ba yah.

* Kum ba yah,
my Lord, kum ba yah *

Chief asked me
to give you this.

It's your salary.

LOUIE:
Is it enough to pay
for my trumpet?

Maybe, but not
for all the damage
to the store.

You need to earn
some big money
for that.

You can't do it
around here,
that's for sure.

Big money is in big cities.

LOUIE:
Then that's where I'll go.

(PLAYING SOFT TUNE)

CHIEF: Okay, campers,
see you next summer.

Now, remember
what I told you.
Head east.

Check out Chicago

or Philadelphia
or even Boston.

And go easy
on the baked beans.

(PLAYS SOFT TUNE)

You're gonna make it, big guy.
You're gonna be somebody.

(GASPS) Look at them!

Isn't spring romantic?

Uh! Get a grip, Apathy.
They're crickets.

* Love on the lake,
love me, babe *

Oh, that voice!

Every time he sings,
I can feel it in
my wishbones.

Oh, you're so lucky, Serena!
He's nuts about you!

Hey, hey, chicks,
please, back up.
Gotta talk to the gal here.

Hey, Serena,
how about it?

You, me,
doing that wedding thing?

Marriage? Wow.

Will you excuse me, Boyd?
Huh?

She'd better stop
that silly diving bit
and make up her mind.

Hey, I'm in demand,
you know?

Oh, you'd be a fool
to pass him up.

Oh, yeah, right.

He doesn't even like to dive.

Are you still hung up
on that loser?

The one who's never
coming back?

He might.
You don't know.

Marry Boyd.

Of course
she's going to marry Boyd.

But, Daddy,
I'm not sure...

Show the world that
you've something in your head
between your feathers.

But, Daddy, shouldn't I be
feeling something more?

Love grows on you.

Ew! That sounds
like a fungus.

Serena...

Go to him.

Ahem!

Okay, Boyd.

I'll do it.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, yeah.
I'm yours or you're mine
or whatever.

Hey, good call, babe.

Your prince
is gonna sing to you

every morning
and every single night.

It'll be bliss.
I can't wait.

* I'm your morning
and evening star

* From my side
you'll never go far *

BOYD: Oh!
It's gonna be beautiful.

Oh, no, she accepts!

Man, this is a disaster!

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Getting married!

Get that on the Internut.

Just because we're squirrels
doesn't mean we can't have
an infrastructure.

Getting married.
Married.

Getting married.

Getting married.

Getting married.

She's getting married?

Heartbreak!

Message, message, message!

Oh!

But first...

A little snack for
the road, maybe?
(LAUGHING)

Acorns!

My favorite!

LOUIE:
There it is, Boston.

Oh, hi there, Louie.

I am the senator.
Your grassroots rodent.

My constituents
have informed me
of your arrival.

If you need anything,
do not hesitate to
contact my aides.

LOUIE: He's nice!
For a politician.

Come on, come on.
What do you say?
Double or nothing?

Uh, no, no.

Hey, that's okay.
Plenty more suckers
where you came from.

Forget it, buddy.
We got swans up the wazoo
here. Try Philadelphia.

(PLAYING UPBEAT TUNE)

A horn-playing swan!

This I like.

I smell...

Cash. Oh, yes,
the green goddess.

Let me introduce myself.
Name is Monty.

I am a highly successful
entrepreneur

recently relocated to
these parts.

Oh, yeah, this card thing.
That's just a hobby.

Looks to me like you might
have some real
earnings potential

with that horn there.

Have you ever considered
working with a manager?

I can help you reels
in some big bucks.
For a small fee.

LOUIE: I wish I knew
what a manager was.

How about this? I get you
a gig in one of them
swan boats there.

Trust me, swanny.

Be back in half a honk.

Yes, he's a horn-playing swan.
Think about it.

He'll have the tourists
flocking all over themselves
to see this thing.

This is an opportunity
you should not pass.

You got a deal.

We're in, swanny.

We're talking dough for me...
Uh, Do Re Mi, pal. Let's go.

(PLAYING UPBEAT TUNE)

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING
IN AMAZEMENT)

Taught him everything
he knows.

Incredible!
The swan's
gonna be a star!

(PLAYING UPBEAT TUNE)

* Have you heard the music
Across the Boston Lake

* Spread the word
There's a brand-new bird

* And, oh,
how he can play

* When he blew that trumpet
everybody came

* Thousands cheered, you can't
hear that the people
all shout his name

* -Everybody say
Louie, Louie, Louie

* Stand and take a bow

* You hit the thing
* Baby, you're the king

* And nothing's gonna
stop you now
Everybody sing

* Louie, Louie, Louie

* A brand-new star is born

* And the people all shout
* But you better watch out

* When Louie starts
blowing that horn.
Blow it, Louie!

MAN:
* All right, Louie!

* Everybody sing
Louie, Louie, Louie

* Look what you've became

* You're a hit for real
Tell me how it feels

* When everybody
knows your name

* Louie, you're the bomb
Louie, you're the whiz

* The leader and the champ
And the best there is

* Listen to the people
And the chatter of the birds

* Everyone's together
And the reason is because

* Louie, Louie, Louie

* There's no one else the same

* It's the final stop
'Cause you've reached
the top.

* Everybody's gonna know
your name

* Everybody's gonna know
your name, Louie!

* Louie, Louie, Louie

* Look what you became

* You're a hit for real
*Tell me, how does it feel

* When everybody
knows your name

* All the way from New York
to St. Louis

* Everybody knows the tune

* You're the bomb, the whiz
The best there is

* 'Cause no one plays like you

* No one plays
like you, Louie!

* Listen to the sound
of the rhythm
And the beat

* Everybody's singing
And dancing in the street

* Louie, Louie, Louie

They love you, Louie.
You and me,
we're gonna go far.

One day you'll be
onstage with the whole
darn-tooting Boston Pops!

And I'll be sitting pretty
on a mountain of money.

Lou, where you planning on
spending the night?

LOUIE:
Here, on the lake.

I don't think so.

As your agent-slash-manager,
I'm here to protect you too.

Nothing to it.

I got a lot riding
on this swan.

LOUIE:
This hotel looks pretty fancy.

I don't see
any other swans.

Excuse me, monsieur,
I'd like a single room
for my client here.

A swan in a hotel?

Preposterous!

What are you talking about?
My client here's
a famous musician!

Nonetheless,
we haven't had
great luck with musicians.

What if he trashes the room?
Or molts in the bed?

And then
there's the delicate
matter of lice.

I think I got a cure
for that.
Oh, I couldn't possibly!

(GIRL SCREAMS)

There he is!
There's Louie!

Can we have
your autograph?

Will you look at that,
is this swan
a celebrity or what?

Well...

Just sign the
register, please.

That's more like it.

MAN: Very impressive.

(BELL CLANGING)

This way, sir.

LOUIE: What's this?

(WHIRRING)

Numbers.

They sure have
fizzy pond water here.

This is fun.
Serena would love this.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Ah, here we are.
Your room service order, sir.

The kitchen was out of
the pond weeds
you requested,

so our brilliant chef took
the liberty of substituting

twelve watercress sandwiches,

hold the bread.
Mmm, yummy.

Perhaps you'd like to dine
alfresco, yes?

He talks funny.
On the terrace?

Thank you, sir.
You are very kind.

Um, extra pillow, sir?

Oh, dear.
But of course.

You're feather sensitive.

I'll have housekeeping
send up a king-size synthetic
straight away.

Very good, sir.

LOUIE:
Where are the stars?

Don't they even have
stars in the city?

* Serena

* Wish you could
hear me now *

(PLAYING SOULFUL TUNE)

* Hear me, Serena

* I need you near me now

Serena, this is the best
wedding shower.

We're having so much fun.

SERENA:
This is such a lovely twig.

You really
shouldn't have.

(ALL GIGGLING)

Wow, muck. Oh, you can never
have enough muck,
can you, girls?

Thanks.
(SWANS SWOONING)

Thank you, thank you,
not necessary.

Oh, yeah, muck.
That's nice too.

Poor Louie.

Oh, I cannot bear
to watch this,
my love.

I have sacrificed my honor

for naught.

(SNIFFLING)

MONTY:
Here we are, Louie.
The big show.

I told you I'd take you
right to the top.

Whoa. Before you go
out there, Louie,

I do have a little
contract drawn up
that I need you to sign.

It's no big deal.
You're exclusive to me
for a billion years

in this or any other galaxy
yet to be discovered,
yada-yada-yada.

Just your standard
gentleman's agreement.

Should I?
Come on, come on,
come on.

With the cash you'll be
raking in, you'll have enough

to buy a shiny new trumpet
and anything else you want.

LOUIE: Enough to repay
the music store?

How can I say no?

Oh. yes!

ANNOUNCER:
Ladies and gentlemen,

put your hands together for
Louie, the trumpeter swan.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

(PLAYING UPBEAT TUNE)

Go, Louie!

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

Bravo, Lou! They loved you.
I got you booked
in the stadium on Saturday

and I'm very close to
a major network deal.

Here's your salary, kid.

(LAUGHING) Payday!

(SWITCHING CHANNELS)

ANNOUNCER:
There's a new bird in Boston
and his name is Louie.

He's a trumpeter swan that
really plays the trumpet.

Louie!

Tonight, the music of
this amazing...

You did it, Louie!
You did it!
You're famous!

(SWITCHES TV OFF)

You've got
a high approval rating,
my friend.

Well done.
(KNOCKING ON WINDOW)

Message from the Internut.

(WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

This is terrible news!
LOUIE: What could it be?

Okay, the message
is this,

that your girlfriend
is gonna marry
the crooner

with the greasy feathers.
Right, tomorrow.

I got it! I did it!
(LAUGHING)

Serena and Boyd?

Why didn't you come sooner?

All right. So, blame me.
I made a few
nut stops, okay?

Go to her, youngster.

You might be behind
in the polls

but remember,
it's not over until
election day!

Good luck, Louie.

Lou, did you see the...

(GASPS)
Not so fast,
you fern-eating ingrate!

You, Louie are my property!
You're not going nowhere.

I'm gonna clip those wings
so you'll never fly again!

He's got scissors!
I hate scissors!

MONTY:
Hate to do it to you, Louie,
but money is money!

SENATOR: Stop, you!

Hey, you, over here!
Hey, me!

Call my aides.
I'm going in!

(LAUGHS)
That's all right.
I'm unharmed.

Take this!
Argh!

MONTY: Get away from me!
Free that swan!

SENATOR: Go, Louie!
Fly like the, uh, wind!

Are we nice
and comfy there?
MONTY: Come on!

(WHISPERING)
Quiet, it's about to start.
Serena, here she comes.

LOUIE: Oh, no!

Traffic!
(QUACKING)

Whoa!
Sorry, Mr. Presidents.
I've got to hurry.

Oh, heaven knows...
(SOBBING)

I have known sadness
in my lifetime.

But never a sorrow
such as this.

Louie will be so
heartbroken.

LOUIE:
Oh, no, not now.

Do you, Boyd,
take Serena

to be your lifelong mate?

* I do-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!

And do you, Serena,
take Boyd

to be your lifelong mate?

Um...
(SWANS URGING)

(LOUIE TRUMPETING)

Whoever you are,
wait your turn.

I haven't gotten to the part
about objections.

(LOUIE TRUMPETING)

Louie!
ALL: Louie!

Oh, yeah!

(LOUIE PLAYING ROMANTIC TUNE)

That's beautiful.

Okay, okay,
what does it say?
It says that

Louie is mine

and I am his forever.

(SOBBING)

So you can
talk now, huh?

Let's see what you have to say
without your stupid horn!

LOUIE:
Oh, no, my voice!

(GASPS)

(LAUGHING) There goes
your love call, songbird.

Now get off my lake!
And don't come back!

(BOYD LAUGHING)

LOUIE:
"Dangerous curves ahead."

Too bad old Boyd
never learned to read.

(YELLS)

BOYD: Help!
Somebody, help!

(GROANING)

Daddy, I love Louie.
And he loves me.

(LAUGHING)

I know, Serena.
I heard him
loud and clear.

* When the moon would rise
I'd close my eyes

* And dream of you and me

* And tomorrow's when
I'd dream again

* And in my dreams I'd see

* We'd fly away

* To a wondrous brand new day

* And we'd sail up there
so high

* We could touch the sky

* We'd fly, we'd soar

* Just you forever more

* And the stars shine
in your eyes

* We can touch the sky

* You and me

* Yeah, yeah

* And we'll dance
upon the clouds

* And I'll love you till I die

* We could touch the sky

* You and me

I never heard your music
until today, son.

Now I feel your voice
in my heart.

To think I once thought
you were

defective.

Forgive me, Louie.
How little I knew.

Oh, it seems
so long ago, that day
in the music store,

when I took...
When I...

(GROANS)

Money?
(CHUCKLES)

Why are you
giving me money?

To pay for the trumpet.

Oh, Louie,
this is the gift
of a lifetime!

Onward, my son,

to Billings!

Ah, here is Billings.

The scene of my crime.

Thank you, Louie,
for giving me the chance
to redeem my honor.

(GASPS)
It's that swan thief!

LOUIE: No!

MAN: He's got a gun!
No! Don't shoot!

LOUIE: Father!

No!
(GROANING)

The end is near.

Man, in his folly,
has given me
a mortal wound.

Oh, goodbye, beautiful world.

Farewell,
sweet springtimes
I have known.

Adieu, loyal wife
and loving children.

(FATHER COUGHING)

Now I die.

Gracefully, as really

only a swan
(COUGHING) can.

He's dead.
The bird is dead.

LOUIE: Father.

Oh, Father.

I'm so sorry, Louie.

Look what you've done.
You killed a trumpeter swan.

These birds are endangered!

This endangered bird
swiped a trumpet
from my store.

"To the storekeeper
of Billings.

"Enclosed please find
a whole lot of money.

"This will be more than enough
to pay for the trumpet

"and the damage
to the store.

"I am an honorable swan."

(MAN GASPS)

Looks like you made
a big mistake, buddy.

(SIREN WAILING)

ATTENDANT:
All right, people,
stand back.

Could you let us
through here, please?
We have an emergency.

It's just a superficial
wound, here.

It is? What's that?
Say what?

He must've just fainted.

Oh! I have been
at death's door

and now

I am reviving.

I shall once again
glide gracefully

on the ponds of the world.

Oh!

I want this money used

to help save
the trumpeters.

That's what I'm gonna do
when I grow up.

I promise you, Louie.
I'll protect you.

LOUIE:
My friend forever.

Darling, you're back.
You're back! How did it go?

"How did it go?"

(LAUGHING)
"How did it go?"
you ask.

There was gunfire!
There was blood!

No, no, not Louie!

Not to worry, Serena.
It was I who died.

LOUIE: Serena.
Louie!

At first,
I felt an agonizing pain
in my left shoulder

which I've always
considered the more beautiful
of my two shoulders.

Blood gushed
from my wound
in torrents

and I sank gracefully
to the sidewalk.

The police arrived.
Dozens of them.

How did you know all this
if you were unconscious?

My dear, I wish you wouldn't
interrupt when I'm telling
the story of my death.

Oh, of course.

But I'm glad
to see you home safe.

I always miss you
when you're gone.

(KISSING)

Although I was faint,
I passed out with dignity.

My life flashed before me.

The ponds I have known,
the winters
I have weathered,

the summers of
my wanton youth.
(SWANS SNORING)

I was certain
my time had come.

When, suddenly...

Eggs!

My goodness.

Eggs!

That's right, my love.

Louie and Serena
are going to have a family.

Octuplets.

I... I...

I'm speechless!
It's about time.

(PLAYING SOULFUL TUNE)

SAM: There's nothing
in this world
I like more

than the sound
of the trumpet of the swan.

How lucky we are
to inhabit
this beautiful earth.

How incredible
it is to look forward
to another night of sleep

and the light that
returns with the day.

I wonder why
the sun comes up every morning
after the darkness.

(BABBLING)

LOUIE:
Welcome, my children.