All language subtitles for -Fitzcarraldo (1982) CD1

Cayahuari Yacu, the jungle lndians
call this country,

"the land where God did not
finish Creation. "

They believe only after man
has disappeared

will He return to finish His work.

For God's sake. . .

If we're gonna
do this. . .

If we're gonna
do this. . .

. . .Iet's do it
in style.

We're going to miss Caruso if
you don't put some fire under it.

Oh, you've wiped oil all over your face.

Isn't that better?

Oh, Molly, please.

Come on, for God's sake!

Champagne for the horses! The best!

We're gonna make it.

Sir, Madam.
This is a gala performance.

We come from lquitos, one thousand
two hundred miles down the Amazon.

I had to row because
our motor broke down.

Look at his hands.

For two days and two nights I've been
rowing to see Caruso once in my life.

You have no tickets.

This man needs to go in there.
He has no ticket but he has a right.

Sir, Madam, you can't go in there.

I'm going to build an opera house
in lquitos and Caruso'll open it.

It'll be the greatest opera of the jungle.
Please, let us in.

You'll work with us. Let us in, please.

I'd like to be in there myself,
believe me. . .

Follow me!

Make sure to be quiet and press
yourselves right up against the wall.

He pointed to you.

He pointed to me. You see him. . .
he means me.

Fitzcarraldo? How do you spell it?

What an interesting name!

My father was lrish.
My real name is Fitzgerald.

Brian Sweeney Fitzgerald.

They had trouble saying it in Peru.

Fitzgerald? lquitos? You're not
the man with the railway are you?

Yeah, that's me.

Well. . .the Trans-Andean Railway, but. . .

. . .the project fell through.

But the idea was a bold one.

At the moment I'm trying my luck as
as ice producer, to make money.

Here, all people want. . .

. . .for their money are the
big names from Europe.

Sarah Bernhardt, an actress
who can't even sing.

But her wooden leg is
the talk of the town.

The ice, ah, I mean. . .

I'm doing all this because
I have one dream. . .

. . .the opera.

The Great Opera in the Jungle!

Fitzcarraldo will build it and
Caruso will sing at the premiere.

It's only the dreamers
who ever move mountains.

For five years now we've been
the richest town in the whole world.

It's like gold fever.

May I show you the house?

When this opera was built
there were only a few huts here.

The building was practically in the jungle.

Prices are ten times higher here
than in New York.

There are palaces being built with
tiles from Delft and Florentine marble.

And lquitos is catching up.
It's still a filthy frontier town. . .

. . .but the rubber business is growing
by leaps and bounds.

The better-off citizens in Manaus,
if I may put it like that. . .

. . .send their laundry to Lisbon. . .

. . .because the water in the Amazon
is felt to be impure.

Aren't you going to stay?

I don't know.

I don't mind you're running a brothel.

But there are too many of
your clients around.

Come on. I train the girls
for the best households.

Much better than sending them
out on the streets.

I've nothing against the girls, Molly.

I just can't stand the sight of dandies
who think money can buy everything.

And the opera. . . I've got to work
on this ice production.

You could take a crack at respectability,
you know. Wouldn't kill you.

Respectability just made me bankrupt.

I'm better off down there by the river.

Got my real audience down there now. . .

The kids?

Yeah, that's my public. And a pig.

One of those lean racing pigs loves me.

How could she help it.

When I build my opera house. . .

. . .I'll see to it you have your own box
and a red velvet armchair.

It works through a chemical reaction
of two different salts.

Just imagine the possibilities ice has,
but people don't see it.

The children love it.

Yeah, they eat it.

Imagine, one day. . .

. . .ice in every warehouse,
on every ship.

Yes, make your bet.

What do you think of it?

I'll tell you what I think. You can
read up about ice in any school book.

It's out of the question
to apply for a patent.

But I have the experience,
and it's experience that counts.

What good is ice here?
To cool the rubber?

Maybe we should magically
create some glaciers in the jungle.

And then we'll build the Trans-Andean
Railroad on sled skids. . .

. . .Ioosen the brakes, give her a push. . .

. . .and adios! Off she goes,
sledding down into the valley?

Come on, come on.

Don't take it to heart.

Here, this is for you.

Use this, play a hand with us.

The precious feeling of losing money!

Nothing like it! Ecstasy!

The church remains closed 'til
this town has its opera house.

I want the opera house!

I want my opera house!

I want to have an opera!

This church remains closed 'til
this town has an opera!

I will build my opera!

I want to have my opera.

I could have let you cool your heels
in there for two weeks.

Thanks. Two days were
more than enough.

I'm sure Molly is behind this.

You're mistaken. But come with me.

I'll show you the real reason
I'm letting you out so soon.

They won't budge. I felt moved.
Even a horse would be touched.

That shouldn't be too hard to arrange.

All of them together, at the same time?

Don Aquilino, The Borja brothers. . .

I have my ways. Don't worry.
I'll bring all my girls with me.

We'll have all the rubber barons
gathered together like flies.

And I guarantee you,
they'll be feeling good.

I'll bring my phonograph.

You need some sprucing up first.

I'm not letting you out of
my house like that.

A steam bath for Mr. Fitzcarraldo!
Full treatment.

And then deliver him to my bedroom.

This is serious. . . help. . .
Hey Molly, tell them. . . Help!

Everyone wants money from me.
The hospital, the fire brigade. . .

. . .and now you keep talking
my ear off about your opera.

It gives expression to
our deepest feelings.

What is he talking about?

Our deepest feelings!

Just take a look at this.

Come a bit closer.

Take a good look.

A little demonstration.

1000 dollar bills seem to taste best.

See how fast our money
goes down the drain?

You must have experienced this.

A railway is sure to swallow up
a lot of money.

How thrilling it must be to go bankrupt.

Let's return to our friends.

Yes, such a chance to meet all
one's friends and rivals in one place. . .

. . .does not present itself very often.

Rosita, over there!

Take the champagne over there!

Please, may we have your attention?

Please, come a bit closer.

Servant! Hold him!

He can't get away with this.

One moment! Please, please, please!

Ladies and gentlemen, don't worry.

This man is harmless, he's just had
a soul-stirring experience.

My servants will escort you
to the kitchen.

My dogs' cook will prepare you a meal.

Thank you very much, sir,
you were superb.

To your dogs' cook.

To Verdi.

To Rossini.

To Caruso.

To Fitzcarraldo, the
Conquistador of the Useless!

Cheers!

As true as I am standing here, one day
I shall bring grand opera to lquitos.

I will outnumber you.

I will outbillion you.

I am the spectacle in the forest.

I am the inventor of rubber.

I will outrubber you.

Sir, the reality of your world
is nothing more. . .

. . .than a rotten caricature
of great opera.

Fitz, Fitz, let's go.

He's as dead as a doornail.
He is no opponent for you.

Madam, I'm still standing firm
on both my legs.

You're a big game hunter, aren't you?

What's that got to do with it?

Then you should know:
When you shoot an elephant. . .

. . .he sometimes stays on his legs
for ten days before he topples over.

Come on, girls, we're leaving. This way!

Rubber. That's the way to do it.
Forget about the ice.

You need a big steam-boat.
And most of all you need land.

And hundreds of workers.

The rubber barons have divided up
the land. But there's still some left.

How do you know?

Through Don Aquilino.
Why don't you pay him a visit?

Forget about it.

Why don't you try him out?

My territory begins right here
where the Pongo ends. . .

. . .and reaches downstream
for 80 miles.

And above the Pongo?

I'd like to have that myself.

We've thought about building
a road across the mountains. . .

. . .but it would be an impossible venture,
and there still wouldn't be. . .

A ship. . . And nobody
has made it upstream?

Want to see for yourself?
We can go a little further by foot.

What's he saying?

We must be quiet.

He says, whoever talks. . .

. . .will be swallowed up by
the evil spirits of the rapids.

The lndians call the rapids
Chirimagua, "the angry spirits."

Anyone who falls in there is lost.

The native bare-asses also say,
"The water has no hair to hold on to."

Is this a rubber tree?

Right. Hevea brasiliensis.

They call the rubber tree caoutchou. . .

. . ."the tree that weeps."

These bare-asses love
flowery language.

Gold, they call "sweat of the sun."

Bees, "father of honey."

You know, it's no easy job
to civilize them, believe me.

How much do you think
this stinky stuff weighs?

1 32 pounds! And I presume you're
familiar with the market price.

How long does it take
to make one of them?

Three men one week.

Presently I have a staff of 8,500.

But I am thinking of increasing
to 10,000.

You're a strange bird,
but I must say I like you.

That's my area. From the Pongo
to the mouth of the Ucayali.

Up there you see the Peruvian Amazon
Company, a joint stock company. . .

. . .and there, the Borja brothers.

What does that square mean?

That's the rubber region of the
Ucayali, about 1 4 million trees.

It's the only area still unclaimed.

Because of the rapids
of the Pongo das Mortes. . .

. . .you'd have to have wings
to fly into this area.

What about up on the Pachitea?

No rubber trees, maybe a few,
but not enough to make it worthwhile.

The only thing you'll find there
are savage lndians.

No gold, no rubber, no nothing.

Only head hunters. . .

The two rivers almost touch each other.

What?

How exact is this map?
ls there anything more precise?

Oh, it's a pretty good map.

In 1 896 a group of surveyors and
soldiers got to the Upper Pachitea. . .

. . .but most of them were murdered.

Then some missionaries got as far as
Saramiriza, their farthest settlement.

From there on you'll find only
savage Jivaros and Campas.

Two padres ended up
as shrunken heads.

Have you ever seen a shrunken head?

Yes. . . I mean. . .

No. . .sort of. . .

Have you made your choice?

I can't decide -- I guess I'll take both.

- Molly, listen!
- What is it?

I need your money,
every red cent you can spare.

- Oh Fitz, not again. . .
- I have an idea.

An amazing idea!

Here, look at this.

I've bought some maps,
I can explain everything to you.

First I have to contact a lawyer,
then get a ship.

But my money is not gonna
buy you a ship, Fitz.

You're squeezing me to death!

I can't breathe.

The document, please.
Thank you.

The act of territorial acquisition
is done step by step.

You and your partner sign,
you pay the money. . .

. . .and I will complete the document
with my signature.

Before you sign, I'd like to direct
your attention to the option clause.

What option clause?

Through its executive organs, the
Peruvian government is insistent. . .

. . .with no exceptions, that a region of
this size be taken into possession. . .

. . .by deed and by proof
within nine months.

You will have to prove that real
operational steps. . .

. . .have been taken
to exploit the region.

Otherwise your right of exploitation
will be terminated.

The point is that the state is
concerned that areas such as this. . .

. . .are productively used by
competent men of business. . .

. . .so that they--

Come on, we are wasting time.

May I ask you a question
of a personal nature?

Do you really know what you're doing?

We're gonna do what
nobody's ever done.

We're going to be very, very rich.

Well?

Please, sir, sign on the dotted line.

That's it.

That's it.

Isn't it marvelous?

We should be able to fix it up.

It's wonderful.

You haven't seen the whole thing.

I like it already.

Watch out here.

Everything's rotted.

The engine room.

Up the stairs.

Wait a moment.

Wait. Let me go first.

To our contract!
Please come in, gentlemen.

Now that the purchase of my ship
is settled, let me be quite frank.

You bet.

I forced you to take Cholo as mechanic
or you wouldn't have gotten the ship.

I realize that.

Very good. Good.

He's a first-rate mechanic,
I'll tell you that much.

Now, what else is he?

The reason behind it all,
excuse my bluntness. . .

. . .is that I wish to be kept informed
about the activities of my competitors.

I don't want my territory contested.

Don't worry.

Every steamship owner
is a potential enemy. . .

. . .but those with just a canoe
can't hurt us.

The two of us have a bet going. . .

. . .how long it will take
until you go bankrupt.

Oh, don't take it personally, please.

We're all sportsmen, aren't we?

No, only one of us.

I shall move a mountain.

When is she gonna be ready?

Tomorrow. For days he's been
telling me tomorrow.

I hope she'll be ready for launching.

I wonder what this
character's really up to.

What's your name?

Paul Resenbrink. I'm Dutch.

They call me Orinoco Paul. . .

. . .because I know every goddamn
bend in this river.

You haven't sailed for some time.

That's right.
My last ship was the Adolfo.

My eyesight isn't so good,
but I cannot be fooled.

What do you mean?

The jungle plays tricks on your senses.

It's full of lies, demons, illusions.

I have learned to tell the difference
between reality and hallucinations.

I see that you took part in
the Pachitea expedition in 1 886.

Yes, as helmsman.

On the return trip I was the captain.

The captain died.
There were only five survivors.

Paul Resenbrink, you have
captain's authority.

Help me choose the crew.

We need strong, fearless men.

I'm afraid we'll find few good men here.

First of all we need a pilot.

Does anyone have
experience as a pilot?

Scram, you puny runt!
I'm Huerequeque.

Brethren! I am Huerequeque!

I am the best cook in all of
el Amazonas.

I have been on every ship.

And amigo, I'm not stupid.
I know what your plans are.

Huerequeque may tip the bottle
now and then. . .

. . .but up here. . .electric, electrico!

Also, I am the best gunman
on the entire Amazon.

- What do you think of him?
- Upstream and downstream.

- Is he really a good gunman?
- I would have to say, yes.

What was your name? Huere. . .

Huerequeque.

Huerequeque, you are our cook.

Cheers, then.

Please understand.

Who bought the ship?
Who paid for the crew?

It's my right to come with you.

Molly, you can't leave the girls.
What are they gonna do without you?

And what will I do without you?

I'll be back.

Fitz. . .do you still love me?

We are partners, you and me.

Oh Fitz, you're crazy!

Oh Fitz, it's wonderful!

This is your day, Molly!

You've given the ship my name!

That's more than my poor
heart can stand.

Now comes the official part.

Here. Throw it -- hard!

I don't want those se�oritas
on board my ship.

These are my assistants.
I can't cook without them.

Come on, kids, come on.

Why isn't he going down to the Ucayali?

Why is he heading upstream?

I thought he was going
to the Pongo das Mortes.

You saw right.

Brian Sweeney Fitzgerald
is going up the Amazon.

We're going upstream!
What's the idea?

We're going up the river.
That's the idea.

And, from now on, you only
leave the engine room if I say so.

What do you think you're doing?
Getting around my girls!

Get lost!

Don Fitzcarraldo! Don Fitzcarraldo!

You're back at last.
I'd almost given up hope.

Look here, Amazon Terminal
ready for action.

I see you've become a father.

I knew you'd come back.

I thought you'd forgotten about me
when the railroad construction ceased.

Every year I repaint
the first class booking office.

It looks a little weather-beaten. . .

. . .but wait until your trains cross
the mountains from the Amazon. . .

. . .to the Pacific,
then everything will change.

I've been here six years now,
without payment.

Therefore. . .

The engine is in good working order.

All the levers work, but. . .

But I must confess. . .

. . .I was forced to sell a few iron parts
to the lndians.

They need it for their
machetes and things.

They used to come at night
to steal parts.

So I thought. . .

. . .it was better to sell than
to have things stolen at night.

I had to do it. I was left alone
and deserted on this post.

I thought you'd been sent home
like everybody else.

Let me show you outside.

The tracks reach 200 meters
deep into the jungle.

Come with me. I made an
invention to scare off the lndians.

They've become more cautious.
I do the same thing with the snakes.

I connect an electric line to the tracks.

The lndians get their fingers singed.
They won't touch them again.

I chase the snakes onto the rails
with a stick.

On the first rail they get fried,
on the second they turn to ash.

Every year, I cut back the bushes. . .

When will you resume construction?

The thing is. . . we've come here
on a different project.

Our whole financial situation will
change overnight, if it works.

What I'm trying to say is. . .

. . .we need the tracks
for another purpose.

No, not those from under the engine,
not those. . .

Don Fitzcarraldo.

The men are removing
the tracks under the locomotive.

I'm begging you, leave me just
a few yards to roll it back and forth.

Hey, leave those under there!
There's more out in the forest.

Thank you, thank you.

We should have reached
the Pachitea a long time ago.

No, we haven't.

But according to the map. . .

I don't rely on maps.

How can you be so sure about that?

No river tastes like the Pachitea.
It's just ahead of us.

Isn't that something. . .

Brimming over!

Oh, these women!

That's what I need.

What's going on here?

We're going up the Pachitea.

Is that so?

Where are we going?

Amigos, welcome to the Pachitea!

Known for it's native hospitality. . .

Something is going on down below.

They don't seem to agree
with our course.

What?

I told you in lquitos I needed men,
not cowards who shit in their pants.

So. . .

Whoever wants to leave, step forward.

Welcome to Saramiriza!

Brian Sweeney Fitzgerald.

We thought you were
a government commission.

Welcome to our place, here.

Welcome.

Happy to have you.

- I am Huerequeque.
- Welcome.

Thank you, thanks.

How can anyone learn patriotism
from a school book?

The Government requires it.

The natives get used to it
like vaccination.

The children already feel like Peruvians.

The other day I asked them. . .

. . ."Are you lndians?"

"No," they said, "not us,
the ones up the river are."

Then I asked, "What are lndians?"

They said, "lndians are people. . .

. . .who can't read and who don't know
how to wash their clothes."

And what do the older people say?

Well.

We can't seem to cure them
of the idea. . .

. . .that our everyday life
is only an illusion. . .

. . .behind which lies
the reality of dreams.

I am very interested in these ideas.

I specialize in opera myself.

What do you know about the
Jivaros on the upper Pachitea?

I was there during the disaster in '96.

Have you had any contact since then?

Some years ago, two of our brothers
set off with some natives.

One of them came back
a few days later. . .

. . .and said the Jivaros had
withdrawn deep into the forest.

The expedition
vanished without a trace.

A few weeks later, one of our
brothers was washed up.

They'd filled his stomach with
heavy stones and his head was gone.

Anyway, what do you want up there?

I'm planning something geographical.

Paul.

The crew.

Quiet down, you drunken idiots!
Stop it!

You have to crack down on the men,
or you can find yourself a new captain.

Who's causing trouble?

Evaristo Chavez and Fabiano,
the Brazilian. And the two women.

They must go ashore immediately,
they're the main ones.

And Huerequeque, he's smart
but not to be trusted.

Your services are no longer required.
I give you two minutes to get ashore.

You'll see, we're the lucky ones.

And the women.

Come on, move!

See to the rest!

And all of you, back to work. Go on!

Reduce speed! Half speed ahead!

What are the men doing?

They've armed themselves.

Under no circumstances
are they to shoot.

That was our mistake
on the first expedition.

Go down and tell them that,
or there'll be a disaster.

What the hell are you doing?

Just trying to have a little
conversation with our invisible friends.

Idiot, this will cost us our lives.
Yours first.

There are silences and silences.

And this one, I don't like at all.

There's something on the water.

Where?

Something black, floating towards us.

What's an umbrella doing here?

It must have belonged to one of the
missionaries that the Jivaros killed.

Strange.

Seems to be a last warning.
The bare-asses love flowery gestures.

I wish they would show themselves.

Now it's Caruso's turn.

Do you see the lndians in the canoe?

Could that be a trap?

It doesn't look like one.
No, I don't think so.

They would attack at night.
And in bigger groups.

Shall we stop and try to make contact?

No, don't stop.
They wouldn't talk to us anyway.

Something's moving over there.

Those bare-asses have never seen the
likes of this. Teach 'em some respect.

Everything depends on
how we behave.

Tell me everything
you know about them.

These Jivaro probably left the
interior of Brazil about 300 years ago.

For ten generations they've been
criss-crossing the jungle. . .

. . .in search of a white God
in a divine vessel.

At the end of their pilgrimage
he would show them. . .

. . .a land without sorrow and death.

We're gonna take advantage
of this myth.

What the hell has that
got to do with us?

If a bare-ass comes too close,
I'll put a bullet right between his eyes.

But this God doesn't
come with canons.

He comes with the voice of Caruso.

Your loyal crew has deserted you.

That finishes this journey.