** [Symphonic: Modernist, Folkloric]
** [Continues]
- ** [Villagers Singing In Spanish: Mourning] - [Bell Tolling]
- ** [Singing Continues] - [People Chattering]
[Children Chattering]
** [Singing Continues]
Anda, perro. ¡Quítese!
[Whimpers]
** [Mariachi In Distance]
[Vendors Calling In Spanish]
** [Flute: Festive]
[Dog Whimpering]
Buenas tardes.
[Whimpering Continues]
[Peter Lorre] Why are you afraid of me?
I love you. I love you.
You came to life for me.
Don't you know me? [Continues, Indistinct]
[Foreigner] Buenas noches, doctor.
- Ah. Buenas noches, señor Geoffrey. - Buenas noches.
Just in time. Exactamente.
The inglés is always by the clock.
You go to the Red Cross, I think.
** [Movie Score Playing, Muffled]
Mm-mmm. It's good.
Very good. [Chuckles]
But, no, there is something wrong.
I know, señor. You have no socks.
Quite. No socks.
With that espléndida vestimenta, there must be socks.
- You want I should bring you? - No. Gracias. Not necessary.
By the way, señor Bustamante, did you find any letters -
cartas - any letters addressed to me?
No. No, señor. I find no letters for you.
What letters have you lost?
From my wife.
- [Speech Slurred] From Yvonne. - [Woman In Movie Screams]
You have heard from her then. What does she say?
Is she coming back to Mexico?
No. I don't think so.
I'm sorry to see you apart.
I have always great admiration for señora Yvonne.
I think she comes back.
She writes to you, then she will come back.
I also received a letter from her lawyer.
It seems we're divorced now.
Uy, amigo.
- Is this true? - Yes.
It's true.
- [Whimpering] - [Woman In Movie] Let me go!
- I promise to come back. - [Lorre] You are lying.
- No! - You won't come back.
- [Lorre] You hate me. You despise me. - [Woman] No. No.
[Woman #2] Liar! Hypocrite!
- [Murmurs] - ** [Piano: Frantic]
Las Manos de Orlac. The Hands of Orlac, no?
It's a good story.
A man is a pianist, but loses his hands under a train.
Is given him another, but they are the hands of a killer.
Uh, these hands murder people.
But his heart does not, and he's very, very sorry.
Some things you can't apologize for.
[Lorre] The fate of all the world is changed, I think.
[People Laughing]
Only in Mexico is death an occasion for laughter.
[Chuckles] On Day of the Dead, when their spirits come back to us...
the road from heaven must be made - made easy...
and not slippery with tears.
** [Brass Band Approaching]
** [Festive]
[Dog Barks, Whimpers]
Sorry, old girl. They won't let you into this occasion.
Your gown's cut far too low.
- Good evening, sir. - [Geoffrey] How are you?
- How are you? - You know the doctor.
Poquito de brandy.
Poquito de anís.
Poquito de tequila.
Mmm. Poquito de whiskey.
Poquito de mezcal.
Oh, no, no. No mescal. Never touch mescal.
I'd go thirsty before drinking mescal.
[Laughs] Is loco. Mescal is just the tequila of the poor.
[Belches] Mescal is for the damned.
Oh, good Christ. Last blast of diplomacy coming up.
- Buenas noches, señor Firmin. - Buenas noches.
I wish to introduce to you Herr Krausberg, German attaché.
Herr Krausberg, Mr. Firmin.
Former British Consul to Cuernavaca.
It's a great pleasure for me to meet you, Mr. Firmin.
- Same, I'm sure. - Un cocktail de champagne.
I hope your next, uh, post will be as beautiful as Cuernavaca.
- Nothing next. I've retired. - Oh, have you really?
"Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight," or something like that.
I'm going to stay on here in Mexico.
Oh, how fortunate for me.
I hope to have a friendship with you...
as close, as cordial, as the friendship between our two nations.
Actually, Herr Krausberg, you may be able to do me a great service.
I would be very happy to help in whatever way I can.
It's to do with my brother- half brother.
- Do you understand "half brother"? - Mm-hmm.
F- Father remarried an American Southern beauty.
Hugh. Uh, newspaperman. Freelance sort of stuff.
He's chasing some rumor down right now.
- But you may be able to shed some light. - Most gladly, if I can.
Is Germany financing a Nazi movement here in Mexico?
- Of course not. Your brother, Mr. Firmin - - Half. Half.
Half. Sorry. Your half brother...
obviously suffers from an overactive imagination.
Called the sinarquistas, if I'm not mistaken.
Nonsense. It's just a rumor, as you said.
In any case, we are allies now, aren't we?
Since that marvelous agreement between your prime minister and our führer.
- [Chuckles] - So, let's drink together, shall we?
To, uh -To the understanding of our nations.
- ** [Orchestra: Dance] - It is a union I'm, uh, convinced...
that will assure peace for many, many years to come.
Prost, Herr Firmin.
Yes, quite. The Munich Pact and all that.
"Peace in our time." But let's not be too hasty.
Let's hedge our bets, what? After all, the Mexican railroad has.
They don't mean to be taken by surprise.
Just take a look at their newest timetable - at the fine print.
Corpses must be transported by express.
Each of these express corpses...
must be accompanied by a first-class passenger.
Now, let's suppose, uh, the treaty fails and it's bloody Armageddon.
- Just think of it. - You -You -
Railways stand to make a fortune.
- You're right. You're right. - But just think of it.
All of those bloody corpses, each holding a first-class ticket.
[Krausberg] Absolutely.
One Day of the Dead won't be enough.
Month. Decade.
Age of the Dead, more like it!
The whole world will learn to laugh...
at the sight of stinking cadavers.
Oh, ha, ha. Bloody ha, ha, ha!
Oh, good God.
Express trains will be booked up years in advance.
Corpses hand in hand with bloody first-class ticket holders...
standing in lines for miles waiting for transport.
Aha. Yes.
- Ladies and gentlemen of the Red Cross... - ** [Stops]
You have your bloody work cut out for you.
- Arranging storage of, uh - - Amigo. Señor.
Storage for this bumper crop of dancing carcasses.
- Señor Geoffrey. - Build special depots.
- Uh, stack them in layers. - ** [Resumes]
Or squeeze - squeeze them in upright.
No, better still - cut them in pieces.
Chop them up and stash them in sacks.
- And paint red crosses on them. - Come, señor.
Come, amigo. Throw away your mind.
It is sad to spend your life in such continual tragedies.
Ah, it's not in the times, of course, but in the heart.
No se puede vivir sin amar.
Uh. No se puede vivir sin amar.
Hmm. I woke up one morning, she was gone.
Nothing. Just a bloody note.
I need her.
Come. I know what you must do.
Come with me. It is not far. Come.
[Guests Murmuring, Chattering]
[Gasping, Chattering]
[Footsteps Echoing]
[Gate Clatters]
She is the Virgin of Soledad.
La santa patrona...
for those who have nobody with...
and those what are lost...
and mariners at sea.
You must ask...
for your esposa again.
Ask her.
[Gasping] I can't.
It's like asking my fairy godmother for three wishes.
You must forgive my compañero.
He's too borracho to pray.
No se puede vivir sin amar, Madrecita.
And he -
He - He has lost his esposa.
And he ask for your help.
Please.
Pray to the Virgin.
I'm dying without you.
Come back to me, Yvonne.
[Geoffrey] Are you listening, Fernando?
Si es absolutamente necesario.
Pay close attention. A lesson. A parable.
I'm telling you about responsibility, Fernando.
Si es absolutamente necesario.
This ship was a thoroughgoing lie...
and I was the commanding officer.
This ship - the S. S. Samaritan...
it was called...
Iooked from the outside like a harmless, fat old lady-
a laden freighter lying heavy on the sea.
Are you listening, Fernando?
[Horn Honking]
Chamacos.
[Geoffrey, Indistinct]
... sink anything the Germans might send our way!
It was 1917, spring.
We sight a periscope sighting us.
[Geoffrey Continues, Indistinct]
Are you listening, Fernando?
They prepare to board us.
Then the big surprise.
Are you listening, Fernando?
Oh.
We drop our disguise.
The predator suddenly becomes the prey.
I got a medal for capturing that sub.
But first I had to be tried at a court-martial.
The mystery of the missing German officers.
You see...
the remains of seven men...
were found in the furnace ashes.
Rather gruesome, hmm?
It just isn't done, Fernando.
People just don't go around putting other people into furnaces.
Hmm. Yvonne.
I'm back.
- Is it really you? - Of course it's me.
Can't be.
I wrote you I was coming. Didn't you get my letters?
I wasn't even sure you were still here. I had to call the Foreign Office.
I am always more or less here.
Uh, I did go away, uh, once, just last week.
To a bullfight, in Tomalin.
Wound up in El Farolito.
But just for drinks, mind you.
How did you get here?
I came by, uh, boat from New York.
- I caught a plane from Veracruz. - I see.
You must be exhausted.
Not really. I had a million hours of sleep on the boat.
The worst part was the ride from the airfield.
A bus.
It's the shakes that make this life insupportable.
But they subside, if handled properly...
with the necessary swigs, the therapeutic touch.
- Have a drink with me. - No, you have one. I'll cheer.
- Calle Nicaragua 52. - Sí, señora.
[Stifled Groan]
How, unless you drink as I do...
can you hope to understand the beauty of an old Indian woman...
playing dominoes with a chicken?
Well, the taxis seem to have all disappeared.
- Shall we walk? - Why? What's happened to the car?
You haven't smashed it up again, have you?
Well, as a matter of fact, I lost it.
- You lost it? - Mmm.
Look here, dash it all, you must be terribly tired, Yvonne.
Let's not walk. Let's sit and wait for a taxi.
No, not at all. I would think that you're the one who's tired.
Oh, no, no. Fine here.
Glad to get some circulation going in the old legs.
Did they tell you, the Foreign Office, that I'd resigned?
What happened?
Just fed up.
Geoffrey, why didn't you answer my letters?
Shakes, you know. Bit unsteady with a pen.
You might have hired him.
Dear Yvonne...
I'm taking the easy, only way out - Semicolon.
Good-bye - Full stop.
Change of paragraph. Change of chapter.
Change of world.
[Bell Tolling]
[Woman Praying In Spanish]
* How sweetly blooms the graves *
* With fragrant flowers *
*Just once a year the dead live for the day *
Do you remember that Strauss song, Geoffrey, called "All Soul's Day"?
* Return to me, my love that I may hold you *
* As once in May *
* As once in May **
What have you been doing for the past year besides getting a divorce?
Mostly I was in New York.
I got a part in a revival of The Italian Straw Hat.
Remember- the play I was in when we met?
I was the ingenue then.
Afraid those days are gone.
This time, I only had a character part. We closed last week.
I see.
** [Flute: Melancholic]
Look, his eyes are closed. The horse knows his way home.
- Gracias. - Gracias, gracias.
Oh, hello, hello! Look who comes here!
My little Oedipuss.
Hello!
Oh, there you are.
- Do you think he's forgotten me? - No, he's not forgotten you.
I never believed it - that cats are not attached to people but to places.
I've missed you, Oedipuss. [Kissing]
He's missed you too.
¡Señora, qué gusto!
- Oh! - Buenos días.
- Buenos días, Concepta. - Cómo la he extrañado.
Oh, I've missed you too, Concepta.
What happened to my beautiful garden, my camellias?
It became a bit of a jungle, I'm afraid.
But look here, just suppose for argument's sake...
that you, uh, abandoned a besieged town...
and somehow or other, not long afterwards, you come back.
You can't well expect to invite yourself into the same green graces...
quite the same, uh, oh...
dear old welcome here and there, can you, hmm?
Have you come back, or are you just visiting?
I'm here, aren't I?
Hugh! Come out here!
You'll never guess who's just popped in.
- Is Hugh here? - Oh. Didn't I tell you?
Oh, he's been back some time.
He came straight from the Spanish Civil War.
Been playing Florence Nightingale for me.
Hugh. Where are you?
He was quite disappointed when he got back and, uh, discovered you'd flown the coop.
I do believe he's missed you full as much as I.
Hugh. Where are you? Where can the young pup be?
Hugh! An emissary calls.
The Consul of Cuckold's Haven.
Come and give the wife a "welcome back" kiss.
Oh, I forgot. He's in Mexico City. Be back some time today.
He'd gotten a wind of some, uh, rumor, and he -
he chased off like a hound after a hare.
Geoffrey. Just tell me. I can go.
This is Hugh's home cure for alcoholism.
Strychnine.
He bribes Concepta to poison me.
- Veneno. - Señora, eso no es verdad.
- It's dreadful. - It is.
Uh, would you like a whiskey?
I haven't had breakfast yet.
Geoffrey?
- Geoffrey. Take it. - What?
For God's sake, drink it. I'm not expecting miracles.
No, no, no, no. I'll stick to the old, uh, medicine, thank you.
[Groans, Shudders]
- Have you really resigned? - Absolutely.
No more diplomacy for me.
Well, then there's nothing really holding you here anymore.
Magic.
"He on whose heart the dust of Mexico has lain...
will find no peace in any other land. "
But nothing's really holding you.
There's nothing more real than magic.
All right, Geoffrey, we can talk about it when you're rested.
When I'm sober, you mean.
Surely you know by this time that I can't get drunk, however much I drink...
and that I'm only drunk in the conventional, incoherent staggering sense...
when I haven't had a drink.
Surely you appreciate the, mmm - the fine balance I must strike...
between the, uh, shakes of too little and, uh, the abyss of too much.
- I do appreciate it. - Yes. Quite. Well.
Well, I'd like to have a bath.
Have your drink.
Ah.
Concepta!
- Señor. - Tequila, por favor.
- No hay nada que tomar. - Nothing?
- Nada. - [Gasping, Murmurs]
- Ah, good morning, Quincey. - What's good about it?
I have just been inspecting my paradise.
I half expected to see Adam come riding out of it on a tiger.
- On a what? - On a tiger.
I would imagine - lots of tigers and pink elephants too.
- About your cat, Firmin - - I've been giving a lot of thought to Eden.
Finding a path back to our origins.
Perhaps I'll go and live among the Indians, like William Blackstone...
stripped of useless trappings.
Unaccommodated man - the thing itself. You know about Blackstone?
My wife and I are kept awake half the night with its infernal howling.
- Or don't you hear it? - Blackstone's a character I've always admired.
He lived peacefully among the Indians, in, uh -
somewhere in what is now Massachusetts.
But the-the Puritans found him...
and tried to-to coax him back to a respectable life.
If you don't do something about your cat, I will.
But Blackstone didn't like the Puritans. Oh, no. No, he didn't.
He'd have none of them.
So he went further into the wilderness...
never to be heard from again.
I'll strangle that damn cat with my bare hands.
Don't worry, Quincey. Oedipuss only howled for Yvonne.
And she's come back.
- Knock, knock. - Who's there?
- Cat. - Cat who?
Cat-astrophe. [Giggles]
Catastrophe who?
Oh, uh, cat-astrophysicist?
- Have a bite of breakfast? - I already partook.
- You look weary. - No, I'm fine.
Hah.
You've always done that -
always carefully cradled your lemon wedges.
So meticulous.
Oh.
[Sighs]
Do you remember the names of the months, the Mayan months?
- Pop. - Mm-hmm. Uo.
- Zotz. - Uh, Tzed. Xal.
Yaxkin.
Mac. Isn't there one called Mac?
There's Yax and Zac.
"In receipt of yours, dated Zac the first"?
[Laughing]
My favorite was always uayeb-
the poor little month that only had five days.
I've wanted you back so badly.
I'll do anything. I'll stop drinking.
I'll do anything for you.
It's us. It's - It's us again.
Oh, Geoffrey! [Sighs]
I'm sorry.
It isn't any good, I'm afraid.
Stay.
[Moans, Grunts]
[Door Closes]
Where are you, old man?
Hello, Hugh.
Yvonne.
[Chuckles]
Well, how absolutely... something or other.
Geoffrey told me you were here.
Did he?
He did.
You look awfully well.
You too. Quite a get-up.
- Like the Ringo Kid. - [Laughs] With a touch of Savile Row.
- I thought you were in Spain. - I was.
- What happened? - What?
Why did you leave? The war's not over yet, is it?
Why, I was sort of wounded.
Hugh.
On the way to watch the battle for Madrid. Fell out of an ambulance.
Seven cases ofbeer and six journalists fell on top of me.
[Both Laugh]
Ah, it's a lost cause by now anyway.
Franco has all the soldiers and the tanks and the aeroplanes...
and all the Loyalists seem to have are good songs.
* Sólo es nuestro deseo *
* Rumbala, rumbala, rumbala ** [Laughs]
- When did you get here? - Just this morning.
Well, where is he -
our monarch?
He's gone out. For a bottle, I believe.
You just... appeared?
- What? - No warning.
No, I wrote.
Still I -
I think I... caught him by surprise.
[Chuckles]
- How did he react? - Glad to see me, I think.
I'm sure he was.
- How do you find him? - His drinking, you mean?
- Well, yes, his drinking. - Half the time, I can't tell when he's tight.
He has the constitution of a bull, you know.
He's gone down, I think.
Well, now you've come back like this...
perhaps he'll stop.
Yeah.
[Tires Screech]
[Villagers Chattering]
Look here, is everything all right?
I say. I say, what's the matter here?
Nothing. Absolutely all right.
All right? But you were lying down in the middle of the road.
All right just the same. Thank you very much.
My dear fellow, you were lying right down here. I might have run you over.
- Are you sure there's nothing wrong? - [Chuckling] No.
What? Are you sure you're all right?
Oh.
- Haven't I seen you somewhere before? - Oxford?
- No. Cambridge. - You're wearing an Oxford tie.
Oh, the tie. That belongs to my cousin. We're headed for Guatemala.
We're making a little tour of the temples, don't you know? [Laughs]
- Splendid country, isn't it? - Splendid.
Look, are you absolutely sure there are no bones broken?
No, no bones broken - [Groans]
Oh, my dear fellow. My dear fellow. Here.
Now, listen. We are staying at the Bella Vista.
Why don't we pop back to the hotel, and you can have a little bit of a lie-down?
- No, fine, thank you. - No?
Well, I always keep something in the car for emergencies.
Irish. Burke's Irish.
Mmm. Thanks a million.
- No, no. Carry on, my dear fellow. Carry on. - Ah. Mmm.
[Moaning]
Awfully decent of you, old chap.
I say. I know where I last saw you.
You were that chap who made that speech last night.
- Is that right, old man? - Quite right.
Didn't really get through to me completely, but you sounded jolly good.
Look, if you're absolutely sure that you're feeling all right, I'd better be pushing off.
- Top hole. - Don't go falling into roads anymore, will you?
- You might get run over or run in. Ha, ha. - [Laughs]
- Bloody awful road, isn't it? - Dreadful. Dreadful.
Yes, yes. The weather's splendid. Cheerio.
[Engine Starts]
Let me know if you're ever in any kind of jam.
- Tallyho! - Tallyho!
[Door Closes]
Hey, Hugh! You old snake in the grass.
- Hello, Geoff, old man. - Quite a surprise, huh, Yvonne appearing like this?
Calls for a celebration.
God, I forgot. I haven't got a drop in the house. What kind of a host does that make me?
I just popped out for the champagne, bumped into an old college chum.
Maudlin man. Sit down, you two.
Did you tell Hugh about your return to the stage?
She's made a comeback. Great success.
Hugh's looking well, isn't he? Huh?
Mexico agrees with him. Brown as a berry.
Why, he's been taking splendid care of me.
And I do believe results are beginning to show.
I feel strong as a horse. Strong as a horse.
All due to Hugh's wonder drug. Kill or cure.
Oh, we could all have a strychnine. [Laughs]
Excuse me, will you? Uh, I'll, um -
Amuse yourselves for a few moments.
I'll, uh, tidy up a bit.
Aah.
[Door Closes]
Yvonne, forgive my asking like this...
but, uh, have you... really come back to him?
Or what?
I mean, I'd just... like to know precisely what the situation is.
- So would I. - You don't know?
Yes. I've come back to him.
All right?
[Screaming]
- Right here, old man. - Oh, Geoffrey.
Upsy-daisy. There we go.
[Geoffrey] Can't stop bouncing about.
- I wonder what this is like. - Geoffrey!
Not bad. Not bad. Slightly under proof.
A little like Pernod.
Still, it keeps the galloping cockroaches at bay.
- [Murmurs] - Oh. Oh!
Into the shower.
[Screams]
No hot water! [Shudders]
Little cockroach on the wall...
ain't you got no one at all?
Ah. Allow me.
Ooh. Oh!
[Moaning, Shuddering]
- Feeling better? - New man. Revived.
No past, only future.
Now be still.
[Water Stops]
Oh, hey. No, listen. We ought to go to the fiesta.
- What, now? - Yes, it will be all, all gone tomorrow.
I mean, we ought to, unless, of course, you're too fagged.
[Laughs] No, I'm fine.
Now hold still. I'm doing your neck.
"Don't be careful," as the Mexicans say.
- ** [Humming] - I'll be back in a moment.
- Mm-hmm. - [Door Closes]
- All right. - ** [Humming Continues]
She looks well.
- Doesn't she, huh? - Yes. She does.
[Murmuring] Mmm. Looks well.
I think-
I think I will only drink beer today on our outing.
Chin. Chin.
There's nothing like...
beer- [Coughs]
Beer to straighten one out.
- You know? - Mm-hmm.
- And then - - Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Then go back to the strychnine.
Strychnine. Who knows?
- [Making Nasal Sounds] - Uh-huh.
Who knows? I may actually-
I may get off it completely.
- Well, you ought to try. - Yes.
- Yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes. - All right?
Yes, yes, yes.
Look, Geoff, shouldn't I -
Shouldn't I leave?
- Leave? - Yes.
Immediately, rather than hang around.
Whatever for?
Well, I thought it might make things easier.
M- Make what eas-easier?
For the two of you. Here.
- For the two of us? - Yes.
I mean, now that Yvonne's back, you'll be very well looked after.
- What are you afraid of? - Nothing.
Yvonne's wiles or your own baser instincts?
For Christ's sake, should I go or not?
Wouldn't it look rather odd, you just shooting off?
Stay, Hugh.
Hmm. Of course. You must stay.
Ready.
You look very... very.
Thank you.
Mmm. Here.
No se puede vivir sin amar.
What?
"One cannot live without love."
It really is an extraordinarily nice day for a trip.
We should, uh, carry on to Tomalin after the fiesta.
No car.
Where's your sense of adventure? We can take the bus.
Get there in time for the charreada. ¡Olé! and all that.
- Are we up to that? - "Up to that?"
"Up to that?" What a question.
Oh, they look so serene.
[Geoffrey] Our ever-present guardian angels.
[Yvonne] Popocatepetl and his sleeping lady.
- We should pay them a visit. - That's the spirit.
After the bulls, we'll pop up old Popo...
and look into the hot heart of the volcano.
- One step at a time, old man. - [Chuckling]
[Geoffrey] Doctor Vigil!
- Buenos días. - Buenos días.
I am glad, after last night, you are among the living.
- Buenos días, doctor. - Buenos días.
Hello, Doctor.
Nice to see you again.
- Since when you are here? - I came this morning.
Miraculous.
Truly it is a miracle.
In the night, we pray to the Virgin for those who have nobody them with.
The consul and me, we pray for your return...
and now you are here.
Is it not wonderful?
Geoffrey? Did you?
I might point out, amigo, Yvonne left New York over a week ago.
It seems your miracle is after the fact.
Ah, but the Virgin, she knew you were going to pray before ever you prayed.
Is still more miracle.
The good doctor makes logic and faith lie down together like the lion and the lamb.
Doctor, what would you prescribe for a chronic case...
of uncontrollable, all-possessing and inescapable delirium tremens?
More alcohol is best, in a quantity moderated.
- Precisely. You hear that, you two? - Uh, I heard "moderated."
Doctor, would you care to join me in a little moderation?
[Chuckling] I cannot. I must see to a child coming.
- So I leave the family to be together. - [Chuckling]
Señora Firmin, truly you are a miracle.
Thank you, Doctor.
Buenos días. It's a lovely day.
We shall have thunder.
- [Geoffrey] Adiós. - Adiós.