All language subtitles for The.Man.Who.Cried.2000.720p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

Fegele. Fegele.

Ah. Ah.

Fegele?

Fegele?

Hmm.

Nancy,

Olive.

Drusilla,

Richard.

Susan,

Suzie.

For a black-eyed
little Susan, eh?

What's this then?

America.

No.

England, dear.

Shall I have that?

Let me have that,
shall I?

Uh, would you
give it to me?

Can't I have it?

It's for her own good, mind, because
it will only make her upset.

There. That's better
then, Suzie.

Isn't it?
Nice and clean.

Where are you from?

Where is she from?
She don't know.

She can't speak.

Maybe she don't speak English.
She's a gypsy.

Gypsy.
Raggle-taggle gypsy.

Stop it!

Gypsies! Come and have
a look at the gypsies,

All things bright
and beautiful

All, all
Things.

All
Things.

"Tings" "Tings" Things.

Things. Things. Bright. Things

Br--

Bright and beautiful.
Bright.

Canish,

Canish,
No!

No more of that!
Now, you're in England now.

So you speak English,
don't you?

They wouldn't let me
speak Welsh, either.

But it did me
the world of good...

in the end.

You see, Suzie, you've
got to learn to fit in.

When I am laid

Am laid

In earth

May my wrongs create

No trouble

No trouble
in thy breast

Remember me

Remember me

But

Forget my fate

Nice, dear. Very nice. But I'm afraid
a nice voice is not quite enough.

You see, our girls are famous
on the continent for their legs.

And other things.

- Why are you here, actually, dear?
- I want to go to America.

Ah, I see.
Another one.

Well, I suppose Paris is
a step in the right direction,

And there's no harm
in dreaming, dear,

I like a bit of ambition
in my girls.

Which way?
Here.

We'll follow you. I don't
know where we're going.

I think we should go out tonight,
I'll show you how to have fun,

Listen. Do you speak French?
Um, not really.

I can teach you some very important
words which, you must know, are amour--

So you live all by yourself,
you poor little duck,

Oh, this is, you know,
not too bad.

There's plenty of room.

In Moscow there would be
three families in here.

- What are you doing?
- I'm saving.

- What for?
- To go to America.

Suzie, you take my advice.

Buy yourself a nice dress...

and you will find a rich man
who will take you there, hmm?

I have a plan.

I will help you
find little extra jobs.

What kind of jobs?
Oh, cabarets, parties.

Oh, Suzie, it's easy if you know the right people.
And I will stay here with you, yes?

And we will share everything,
everything. And...

maybe we will have money left in
our pocket at the end of the week,

It's a good idea, yes?

Hello.

- Something is missing.
- Like what?

Huh? The food.

My friends.

Even the cold,

This is nothing.

Winter was winter
in Moscow.

But that's all finished with,

Forward.

Forward. We must always
look forward.

Isn't that true, Suzie?

This is my father.

That's your father, yes.

Abramovitch.

But this is in Russian,

Why didn't you
tell me before?

Suzie?

You don't
understand Russian?

Abramovitch.

Ah.

So, he was a Jew.

Silence, Silence, everyone,
Please, mes amis.

Tonight we're lucky to have the guest star
of Felix Perlman's new opera company,

So please welcome Dante Dominio who has
kindly agreed to sing something for us.

The best. The best--
You are fantastic.

I just had to say that
to you, that's all.

Ah, the girl with the horse. Oh,
yes, but I don't usually do that.

Oh, no? NO, no, no, I'm
a dancer, actually,

Ah, really?
Trained dancer,

Uh-huh. Where?

Uh, from Kirov.

So, you, uh, liked it, then?
Oh, yes!

You are--
You're sublime.

I can't imagine, myself,
how it must be to--

to be on the stage
at the same time as you.

You know, just somewhere
in the background listening,

in the chorus,
for example.

Felix,
Yes?

This, uh,
young Russian lady...

should come to your auditions.
And I have a friend.

She can sing,
Oh, is that so?

Say has a lovely voice.
La bella bambola,

She's very talented.
Eh?

So you sing too? No. I--A little,
little bit, but I dance.

Suzie, there you are.

There.

Hold it! Hold everything,

Hold it. Felix, you really
want me to stand here?

Not over there, huh?
No, over there, Dante.

Here you block the entrance
of the horse.

The horse?

It--It looks good, Dante.

"It"? "It" looked good?

Felix, tell me, Is this,
uh, opera or a spectacle?

I see no contradiction.
Allora, I put another way.

Do you want the public
to look or to listen?

Both, Dante, both. The
eyes and the ears. Ah.

It's opera for the people. And the
people need to be entertained.

I came to Paris to sing.

Strangely, I believe the public
are coming to listen to me,

not to look at scenery
or horses.

But then what
do I know, huh?

Mmm. I am just
a foolish singer.

Hello.
Ecola,

La bella bambola, Hey.
Mm-hmm. Lola.

Lola. Bellissima,

Now you are here, with us, huh?
Yes. Thank you very much.

Bellissimo.

Yes, it's a great,
great aria.

You see, Verdi,
he understands that...

the voice can express
the highest ideals for man--

his search for strength
and glory...

and beauty.

Madonna,

No, but what is it like
to be a star,

to have everybody looking
at you all the time?

I was not always where I am now.
Really?

Oh, no. When I was a child,
we had nothing, nothing.

But that is incredible.
We were immigrants.

Allora, from the south
of Italy to the north.

It was cold?

It is the people. They look down
on you if you come from the south.

How terrible.
And because we were poor,

we all lived in one little
room-- the whole family,

No. The whole family?

That must have been
so difficult for you,

Come on.

No.

Did you see
how he looked at me?

You see, Suzie,

there are rules
of how you get your man.

Rules? What rules?

Well, first,

you must play hard to get.

If it is too easy, he loses interest.
He must feel that he is, uh, a hunter,

and you are a beautiful
wild animal he is hunting.

It's a primitive instinct,
you see.

Second, if you want to make
a man want you,

and only you,
you must smile.

And you must listen.
You always listen.

Mmm. He needs attention.
Men, you see, they are very,

very fragile,

And third,
you must look good,

Very good.

Actually, that's probably
the most important thing of all.

You know, without my looks,

I would never have
got out of Russia,

Never. Will you tell me
something frankly, Suzie?

Do you think...

I should get my hair bleached some
more or should I leave it like this?

Hmm?

Bravo!

So what do you think explains the
rise of Fascism in your country?

An artist must be
above politics.

- Don't you agree, Felix?
- So they say.

But, you know,
there has been "caos."

- Come se dice "caos"?
- Chaos.

Chaos. Chaos and confusion
in my country.

Mussolini believes
in order and organization,

He understands that the Italian
people must regain back...

their self-respect.

By putting on black shirts and marching
up and down in one of those rallies?

Ah, you intellectual, huh?

For the working man, the rallies
are about dignity and strength.

The lighting, the music, the
choreography creates an atmosphere,

- Magnifico!
- Mussolini most certainly has a great sense of theater.

Certo. Certo, huh?

And everything he does,
huh, is big.

Yes, Yes,

You could learn something, Felix. He
really knows how to reach his public, huh?

Felix, thank you
very much.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Let's go.
They're just gypsies.

So you, uh,
sleep here, hmm?

And your, uh, friend...

sleeps over there?

Da,

This is, uh,

how it was...

for me,

Yes,

This is, uh, how it was.

My mother and a baby
in one bed.

And my brothers and me
in the other.

End to end.

The sacrifices my mother
made for me.

But why?

Why did your
little friend, huh,

refuse my invitation?

It's here.

It's too big for you,
the room?

Perhaps soon there'll be not two, not
three, but four occupants in the residence.

Would you say that again,
Madame Goldstein?

So now I understand why you didn't
seem like the other English girls.

Eat.
Thank you.

Isn't it gorgeous?

Did he buy that too? Yes.

You would not believe some of the
restaurants he has taken me to.

Oh, my God. You have never
seen such luxury.

It's beauty, this one.
Don't touch.

Get back, Your hands,
they're dirty,

It fits me like a glove,
He knows my size,

I won't tell you how he knows,
but he knows it,

Les enfants,
Stop.

Please!

Thank you.

Is she yours?

All the children here
are mine.

And all the old ones,
my parents.

We are family.
We are one.

No?

When I am laid

Am laid in earth

May my wrongs create

No trouble

No trouble

In thy breast

Remember me

Remember me

But

Forget my fate

Remember me

But

Forget my fate

Who is in the photo?

Darling, why are you looking at that?
It's just a photo of her father,

Ah, so the little English
girl has a secret,

She is not what
she seems, huh?

According to the Poles,
it was at about 6:00...

this morning that the first
full-scale attacks began,

It's happened! My God, it's
happened like I knew it would!

What has happened?
Sit, sit, sit.

I got out in time,
but... my father,

he said he was too old
to walk a step,

Madame Goldstein,
what has happened?

Germany has invaded Poland.

Now...

England and France must declare
war on Germany.

They can't just sit back and watch the
Nazis grab any country they want,

But here they will
never come, child.

It's the land
in the east they want.

Don't worry.

We are safe here
in Paris.

After all, this is the country where they
wrote the Declaration of the Rights of Man,

Liberte, egalite,
fraternite.

Now eat.

Why should we care what
Germany does in Poland?

I agree. They're always fighting
about something over there.

Like it says here, "Who wants to die for
Danzig?" Where the hell is Danzig anyway?

On the Baltic Sea.

Left of Russia.

Why should we care
what Germany does at home?

They must have their reasons. I agree.
It's none of our business.

But do you think they're right? Do you think
the Jews are really controlling everything?

Who do you think is controlling
the money here in the theater?

I don't think
Monsieur Perlman is a Catholic.

That's it! Finished!
Finito! Chegazzo!

No more horses!

No more shit on the stage,
No more dirt in the theater,

Dante, please,
don't take it personally,

The horse was not making
a comment on your performance,

Be careful, Felix. You need me for
the success of your little project.

I think it would be more accurate to
say that we need each other, Dante,

Non lo so, The people come and they pay.
I sing, they applaud.

You are just the ticket taker--
the man in the middle.

Thank you, Dante. I take that as a compliment.
I could be singing...

in any theater in Europe,
but I agreed to sing in yours,

However, I do not recall a
clause in my contract saying...

I was joining a circus--
a gypsy circus!

Fafangulo!

You gypsies should go back
where you belong, huh?

You have no place
in the world of the opera,

You understand me?

I talk to you,

His name is Cesar,

Allora, allora, she speaks,
La brunetta, huh?

But she speaks to them,
but not to me,

Perhaps I do.
And why not?

- They are dirty.
- How would you be if you lived on the road?

Ah, well, but I don't,
I live in an apartment...

with two bathrooms and beautiful furniture
which I pay for with money I have earned,

Why do they live like that? Because
they are dirty, lazy thieves,

Because they don't want to work,
to make something of themselves,

They live on the road because their homes
were taken away.They have nowhere else to go.

Allora, Lola.

Your little friend
has become a gypsy lover.

I don't need you
to fight for me.

I don't need any woman
to fight for me.

I was fighting for myself.

And you say I am dirty.

You who are one of them,
the gadges, the unclean,

No, no, I said--

Why are you accusing me?
I'm not one of them.

Then what are you?

Shh. Hush. Hush.

Oh, no more
boring money problems,

I can't believe it,

He's a very kind man,
Suzie, hmm?

I thought you said you'd never move in
with a man unless you were married.

I thought that was
one of your rules.

Well, who says
we won't get married?

He adores me.

Why do you criticize me all the time?
Don't you want me to be happy?

Don't you want me
to look nice and eat well?

Why do you accuse?
You always accuse.

But I don't.
I haven't said a word.

No. You and
your kind never do.

No!

What shall we do?
I don't know what to do.

The show can't go on.
There's nobody here.

You're here.

You look more beautiful
than before, Suzie.

Why, thank you, Dante.

My mother was
dark like you.

You, uh, have a good voice.

I... could help you.

But I don't
need your help.

Why do you
resist me, huh?

What do you see in men
who have nothing, huh?

Hmm?

I--I like a girl
with spirit.

That's why you could
become... somebody.

Because you are
a fighter like me, hmm?

Oh, we understand each other.

You have to fight
to get somewhere...

in this world, huh?

Maybe even fight...
to kill.

If you are
fighting to kill,

you must be very, very sure
you have God on your side.

Otherwise--

Otherwise what?

Otherwise, you are nothing
more than a murderer.

Let me tell you
something...

about murderers.

It was the Jews...

who killed Christ.

The Jews!

This crazy war...

which is caused by a
conspiracy of our bankers...

is stealing my public,

I stand like a fool
singing to an empty house.

You think you are
better than me, huh?

Right?

You think that I am a peasant,

an Italian peasant,
and you are special.

You are chosen.
Well, let me remind you,

nobody knows what you are.

Nobody needs to know,
but you forget,

I know, and I can--

I agree, Signor Dominio,

No one needs to know
and no one needs to tell.

Anyway, I came to tell you we're closing the
production, which is sad for all of us,

- We're closing?
- Yes.

Half the population of Paris
has already left the city.

- But my contract?
- It's meaningless. I have nothing left to give you.

I must tell you, if Italy allies
herself with Germany against France,

I'm afraid your position here as an Italian
in Paris will not be an enviable one,

Is that a threat?

A threat? From me?

The Germans are in northern
France, heading for Paris,

And my name is Perlman,

Oh, Maria,

what do I have
but my voice,

the voice that you gave me?

I am nothing
if I cannot sing.

Oh, Maria--

For the love of Italy,
for the love of music,

I--I--I beg you.

Let the Germans win.

Shh, shh, shh.

Shh,

Hello?

Allez, allez,
allez, musique,

One has to admit these gypsies
can play their instruments well.

Yes, but, uh, there is no
control, no refinement, feeling,

Tell me, Dante, Are you going
to sing for us tonight?

Oh, well, uh--

He sang for us last year, but
perhaps now he feels that it is...

beneath his dignity
after such a huge success,

He sang in Perlman's company.
Uh--

Hey, little Suzie.

You have found your place
at last amongst the animals,

And you have found yours.

So you know
the little girl, Dante?

Oh, she was one of the, uh,
oddities employed by, uh, Perlman.

Is she one of them?

Though she is very friendly
with the gypsies,

she is not, uh,
one herself,

No? Then what is she?

She is a Jew.

So many cameras.
So many uniforms.

Wherever I look, there's a lens.
I can't get away from them.

Suzie, do you need anything,
meat, butter--

Lola, what did you want to see me for?
Oh, Suzie, I missed you!

I miss the fun we had together
in that, um, little room.

Now, Suzie, I wanted to tell you that...
you should leave Paris.

It's not safe for you here.
What do you mean?

You should get out as soon as you can.
That's all. Believe me.

Suppose I could
get some tickets.

Some boat tickets to America where
you've always wanted to go.

I don't want to go there any
more-- You do. Believe me.

You absolutely
do want to go.

If you knew what--
If I knew what?

Look, actually, I've got the
tickets right here in my bag.

There's one for you.
There's one for me.

One for you?
You're leaving Dante?

Uh, no, not exactly.
He hasn't thrown you out?

Don't be ridiculous. I could
have whatever I wanted.

No, it's just that he--
Well, men!

You can't trust them once
they've got what they want.

I should have known,
It's dangerous to trust,

Well, actually, it's dangerous to love.
Isn't that so, Suzie?

Anyway, one should
never look back,

One should never regret.

Never.

They're planning
to round everyone up.

Every foreigner,
every Jew.

Lola says I should
leave immediately.

But I don't want to go.

If you want to survive,

perhaps you've no choice.

Who is this?
That's my father.

A daughter should be
with her father,

if she's not
with her husband.

Don't leave me, Cesar.

Please don't go.

It is not me who is
leaving, Suzie. It is you.

But I don't want
to run away.

For you, at this moment,

running is good.

It is better to run and live
than to stay and die.

It is not the same for me.

I am not alone.

I have my family.

I must fight for my family.

I could stay
and fight with you.

You need to fight
for yourself.

But you're all I have.
No,

You have your father.

If he's alive.

Maybe I've been
chasing a ghost.

If he is a ghost,

then he is
watching over you.

And if he is not,

then he is waiting for you.

To my Suzie,

who will go to America
to find her father...

and sing.

To my Cesar,

who will stay
and fight for his family.

I only wish
I could be with you.

Sunday is gloomy

My hours are slumberless

Dearest, the shadows

I live with
are numberless

Little white flowers

Will never awaken you

Not where the black coach
of sorrow

Has taken you

Angels have
no thought of ever

Returning you

Would they be angry

If I thought of joining you

Gloomy Sunday

Well, frankly, Suzie,

Joe... is a little older...

than I like, but--

You know what?

He has promised to help me get
to--and you--get to Hollywood.

You see? Things always
turn out for the best.

Do they?

Your father, Suzie.

That will be nice for you
to see him at last, yes?

Yes, perhaps.

Anyway, we have
each other again.

We can have fun.

We can forget
those little differences,

can't we, Suzie?

Yes?

Dreaming

I was only

Dreaming

I wake and I find you

Asleep in the deep of my

Heart

Deep

Darling, I hope

That my dream

Never faltered you

Over there,

It looks like a woman.

Is she alive?
I think so.

You're all right now.

I'm pretty sure it's on
the border with Russia.

Sit. Let me check
the files from that region.

You know what? You're lucky
you have an English passport,

The quota from so many Eastern
European countries is full now.

You wouldn't believe
the stories I've heard,

America is a big country, but not big
enough to take all of us apparently.

But we should be able to trace
someone who remembers him,

Abramovitch? Yes.

I think I know of this man.

Wait a minute, Isn't it the guy
who lost his, uh, faith?

- That's the one.
- It has to be!

- What a voice.
- Please!

He said he had heard
that the shtetl...

where he had left his mother and his
daughter had been burned to the ground.

Everyone perished, Everyone!
Yes, Yes,

He said... he could no longer
believe in a just God...

and therefore
could no longer sing.

It was a scandal,
Everybody talked about it,

Everybody, Everybody,

What happened to him?
He changed his name,

along with his profession
and went west.

A terrible thing. The man was
a Chazan, a religious man.

But he did well. You must admit.
He did very well.

If you have a vision and you work hard
like him, you can succeed over here,

Oh, yeah, sure,

All right.

Take this, Come with me,

Nice,

Excuse me. Do you know where
I could find Mr. Abrahams?

What do you want
to see my boss for?

Well, he's my father.
Your father?

I think I'd better take you
to our legal department.

Follow me.

I'd like to see my father.
That's all.

As you keep saying. And if that's who
he really is, then... you will see him.

But he's not well, you understand?
Not well at all.

His musicals
have eaten him alive,

Frankly, he's worn himself out.

His family is very upset,

Very upset.

He has a family?

Fegele.

Daddy.

Fegele.

My little... bird.