"The ineffable imagination of children is wonderful." "It can turn lies into truths,... as in the case of a boy who lived in this town." "Yes, there in that house right there." "His father's a blacksmith, and he sings, and teaches singing to his son when he's not angry,... because this particular child, that one, he who comes out --- such a brat!" "... has a heart of gold but still has the Devil in his flesh... and even worse: he has a slingshot,... and that's the worst thing a child can have in his hands." "Fine, but let's begin our story." "Oh, what a nanny goat I have!" "What are you looking at?" "Nothing, woman!" "It is fresh?" "Give me a sip." "~ Try it." "~ No, it'll taste better straight from your pitcher." "Careful, don't choke." "You got me heated with your bad mood...!" "~ Who, me?" "~ Yes." "~ What, do you ever get hot about anything?" "~ About you, just check my pulse." "~ I'm not a doctor." "~ Well, here's to health." "~ What is it?" "If your brother wants, if he consented, then we'd be married in no time at all." "Help me, girl." "But what are you talking about?" "First, a laying hen farm that I'll buy for you to as soon as this nutcase gets his act together and say let's go forward." "I'm so sick of working for nothing with that damn jalopy that I have bad blood." "Joselito!" "Wait, come back here!" "~ There's news, and such news!" "~ What do you want?" "Come here, though you don't deserve it." "A letter from the radio at Seville, they say "Agreed,... yours truly"." "Tomorrow's the competition." "It's up to you." "~ Me?" "But I told you." "~ What did you tell me?" "That I won't sing, and why did you write to them?" "But, boy, you're going to throw your future out the window?" "~ And you want my father to throw ME out the window?" "Stop this nonsense, you fool!" "~ Joselito!" "You want singing, do it yourself, so you can buy yourself another truck, that's it!" "Listen, Joselito, don't come see me anymore!" "And that's the end of our friendship!" "Brassy kid, this one!" "Here." "You can't bribe me with sweet words." "Nor him either." "But I'll convince your father, you'll see." "There you have him." "Maybe he'll give you permission." "~ Yes, you'll see." "~ What's this junk doing here?" "The homing instinct, Mr. José." "I can't just stop the motor." "You know?" "It's hard to start its engine, and it starts rolling of its own will." "Give me a little push!" "A good hanging from the well rope." "That's what I'd give you!" "Come on, throw it down the hill and off of the street!" "Don't get angry, you'll be my father." "~ Your father?" "~ Oh, just wait 'til I make you a Grandpa!" "A grandfather, me?" "Doomed be you!" "Silence." "Order." "Everyone be seated." "Take your seat, Joselito." "I don't want to." "I'm going to report you first, eh?" "I told you to sit down." "And what about your gang?" "Look at them, all messing around." "This is what my band's for." "Be quiet, men." "You do what you want." "I'll take care of him!" "I am going to report everyone." "Hand over the slingshot." "Ha ha, I couldn't care less!" "Otherwise I'll report you twice." "And I'll hit you in the shinbone." "Take it away yourself, if you're man enough." "Quiet!" "And you keep that, lest the teacher think it belongs to me!" "Ha, ha, nah nah, he chickened out!" "Silence, those in my gang sit down!" "¤ Last night I kissed your face and waited until you got asleep just in case you'd dream of me,... ¤ and waited until you got asleep just in case you'd dream of me." "¤ I'm not staring at the sky, I'm not staring at the sky,... ¤ I'm just watching myself reflected in your eyes, they're the same color as the sky." "¤ You're at one side of the road, I'm at the opposite one, you tell me your troubles, because mine are different,... ¤ you tell me your troubles, because mine are different." "¤ The Virgin is combing between the curtains." "¤ Her hair is golden, the combs are silver." "¤ It's just like gold, as you'll see, that it's dangerous to get silver on Christmas Eve. ¤" "What's happening?" "Quiet!" "What is this, a school or a musical gig?" "Silence!" "You as always, Atila!" "Come here and stand facing the wall." "And you, too, for not being able to make them obey you." "Chiri Chiri, dance!" "This isn't a pub, it's a school." "And if you're bad, I'll put you on your knees." "You'll see what's good for you." "Warn your people." "I'll see you in the veterinary's alley." "If you don't show, blood will flow." "We'll get there first!" "They won't dare." "Wait until they get closer." "Hey, bastards!" "What are you cooking up?" "Nothing, the Nightingale's gang won't let us pass." "Oh, if I catch you you're going to get it!" "Get ready." "Fusillade, so he knows who is he facing." "Shitheads, bastards, you're all headed for the dungeons!" "Your parents will pay for that glass!" "Come on, all of you, go home!" "Hooligans, you're all hooligans!" "¤ Tra-la-la..." "Get off the road... ¤ because the Slingshot Gang comes marching on." "¤ Tra-la-la..." "Get off the road... ¤ because the Slingshot Gang comes marching on." "¤ Tra-la-la..." "la-la-la... ¤ Long live the captain!" "¤ Almost everyone fears the Slingshot Gang:... ¤ the bum as well as the neighbors and even the taxman." "¤ The sheriff avoids us, the militia,... ¤ and around here they call us "the terror of the windows"." "¤ Tra-la-la... ¤ ~ Hide!" "¤ Get off the road, because the Slingshot Gang comes marching on." "¤ Tra-la-la..." "Get off the road... ¤ because the Slingshot Gang comes marching on." "¤ Tra-la-la..." "la-la-la... ¤ Long live the captain!" "Bing bang boom!" "See whether you dare dive in." "No, not even the birds would, it's freezing cool!" "~ You see?" "You won't dive, either." "~ I'm giving it a second thought." "Silence!" "Hush, they can't hear us!" "Hang on a minute, boys, they showed up already!" "Don't run away!" "Endure the onions!" "Here, endure this!" "Take these onions!" "Suck this!" "Don't run off, boys, come back!" "Attack!" "Come on, guys, after them!" "Come on, attack!" "What are you doing to my garden?" "Beat it, you horde of locusts!" "Get out of here, you'll ruin me!" "Hey, wait, I am going to let you have it!" "You shirtless guys, you've razed my crops!" "There, come on back if you dare!" "I'm going to report this to the mayor!" "Losers, you're going to go pick up your clothes at the town hall!" "Sparky!" "Sparky!" "Sparky!" "Don't go, come on back, wait!" "Come here, Sparky!" "Obey me!" "What's wrong?" "Why are you barking like that?" "Sparky, come on, let's go." "Come on." "You're angry?" "What's the matter?" "~ Don't you love me?" "You don't love me, right?" "~ The one he doesn't love is me." "Who are you?" "Don't be scared." "Hold that thing, I'm going to jump." "Come on, come here!" "Release the beast, tell him to go!" "Sure, sure, I'll let him go, but you come closer." "Go away, Sparky, don't scare him." "Where did you come from?" "From an airplane." "Didn't you see me land?" "Look at this!" "What a dog!" "Dressed in this way, it's natural for him to bark, right?" "Don't think this coat is mine, they lent it to me." "~ Who?" "~ A pal." "And who are you?" "I've never seen you before." "We're not from around here." "My dad's been working here for less than a month." "~ You're not going to school?" "~ No." "Too cool!" "They don't beat you to make you go?" "No, they never hit me." "~ Oho, lucky you!" "~ Why "lucky"?" "Alicia, where are you, child?" "~ That's my mom." "~ Well, she's going to think I'm stealing your pears." "Bye." "Don't go, I'll tell her you're my friend, wait!" "A friend dressed like this?" "Let me go." "Mom, Mom, I fell!" "What a silly girl." "Fine." "~ Mom!" "~ But what's wrong, what's going on?" "I don't know why I like you." "Come on, get up." "Poor little dear!" "She just can't see." "Who are you, and why do you look so down on your luck?" "Well, for reasons involving throwing rocks and school." "You said she can't see?" "~ Sure." "Haven't you noticed?" "~ Well...excuse me, and go with God." "I'm going." "~ Mom, I want this boy to stay with me." "~ Yes, child, yes." "Here he is." "Aha!" "Head on home." "They told my dad they'd have to send me to America to cure me." "There they take eyes from one person and give them to someone else." "How cool is that!" "So why haven't you gone, then?" "Because the boat trip is very expensive." "Don't you see it's far away?" "Yeah, I know that." "Didn't you know I'm head of the class?" "~ Even in geography?" "~ In everything." "~ And they never punish you?" "~ In my entire life." "In addition, the hotel, the doctor's bills...we can't go." "When I grow up I'll have my money in savings, like my father." "The bad part's that we have to wait." "Damn money!" "Don't worry, I imagine things, and I really like them,... above all good things, like you, because you're a good person, aren't you?" "~ Man, if it weren't for this slingshot..." "~ What's a slingshot?" "~ Something that can break anything." "You'll see." "~ Let me." "Let me feel it!" "Wait, I'll pass it to you right away." "Here we have a bottle, and I'll turn it into dust!" "You see?" "It's very easy." "I'll teach you so you can defend yourself." "Here." "Turn around." "Shoot towards that pitcher there." "No, no, this way you'll hit yourself!" "Shoot without fear." "One, two, and three!" "Hey, great aim." "You nailed it right in the middle!" "Really, that was me?" "I mean..." "What a way to shoot at a target, even better than Vulture Feather!" "Who's Vulture Feather?" "Some courageous Indian, who has an aim like a sharpshooter." "Really courageous!" "He's the bravest in the whole west." "A snack, children." "Mom, Joselito is very nice." "He'll be a good friend of mine." "My best friend." "I'm very glad, my girl." "If you want, you can drop by some evening..." "Every evening and every morning as well, as soon as I get on holiday, and that'll be pretty soon." "Fine, I'll leave you here." "Take good care of her so she doesn't fall." "Hey, doesn't anyone ever come to play with you?" "No, since I'm not from the village." "My house is pretty remote, so Sparky accompanies me." "But he doesn't speak." "Indeed he does!" "I understand him, at least." "Right, Sparky?" "Sparky!" "He's not here, he's not here with us?" "He's gone." "He's scared of me." "But I can serve as a guide." "Let's take a walk while you show me the garden." "You show me." "I've only been here a few days and don't know much about it." "Go ahead and explain what you're seeing." "Well, right now we're passing by a place where there's a flower." "You want me to cut it for you?" "No, the poor thing, I'm content with its scent." "My mother says there are thousands of them." "I think so, hundreds of millions!" "Not even the teacher could count them, even though he knows all the numbers there are." "~ And they're white, red, yellow..." "~ How can you tell?" "From the scent." "If it's very strong, they're red, but if it's something else, almost too faint to pick up,..." " you know?" " they're white." "You're dressed in white, right?" "So white that when I see my mother, she's going to turn me black and blue." "~ Hey, Joselito, what color's the sky?" "~ Blue." "~ I know that, silly, but tell me, is it like water?" "~ Sometimes yes, sometimes no." "I imagine it's like something very soft,... like velvet, and smelling the same as the field when it rains,... like one of those very soft songs." "~ I like music a lot!" "~ Yeah, me too!" "~ But I know how to sing." "~ Really?" "Yeah, and the villagers say I'm not too bad, they call me "The Nightingale"." "How I wish I could sing!" "Go ahead, silly, anyone can do it!" "Even the sexton sings, with his belly and bald head!" "Why don't you sing something for me?" "For you?" "Fine, you see, I'll sing something that you'll like lot." "Come on, sit down." "Like that." "I knew a very nice song, also about a nightingale." "About...oh...wait...ah, I remember!" "La la la la la..." "Yeah, that's it." "¤ Once there was a nightingale, who at the break of day,... ¤ who was held captive by a flower far from his mate." "¤ Waiting for his turn at the nest, she saw that afternoon was fading,... ¤ and that night, she sang to the river, half mad with love, saying:... ¤ "Where is my love?" "Why doesn't he come home?" "¤ "What rose has turned his head from me?" "¤ "Clear water, you who flow between the leaves and twigs,... ¤ "tell him that roses have their thorns... ¤ "tell him I'm missing no color,... ¤ "tell him I'm dying of love." "Tell him to come home!" ¤" "~ You like it?" "~ Lots." "Keep going." "¤ "Clear water who flows between the leaves and twigs,... ¤ "tell him that roses have their thorns... ¤ "tell him I'm missing no color in my feathers,... ¤ "tell him I'm dying of love." "Tell him to come home!" ¤" "~ How nice!" "~ I know lots more, and I sing flamenco and everything." "My dad teaches me when he's not too angry." "~ Bugger!" "Some guy's just shown up." "~ Who is it?" "With a burro?" "~ Yes." "Then it's my dad." "~ Ah, you rascal, I've caught you!" "~ Holy mother, he brought the slingshot!" "Bye." "~ Joselito, Joselito, come on, don't go, Joselito!" "~ Come here, come, don't run off, I'll catch you!" "Wait!" "What's your problem, man?" "A bunch of kids raided the field and ran off with the scarecrow." "You scared him and he won't be coming back." "He's a friend of our daughter." "~ It's all right, woman, it's all right." "~ Don't cry, girl, don't cry." "Come on, girl, let's go." "Hey, boy, head to one side, I'm traveling without brakes!" "Don't you hear me?" "Boy!" "Either move yourself or we'll do it for you." "Walking, he's on foot!" "But why are you dressed like a tinker?" "~ Can I mount up?" "~ I shouldn't." "You deserve to be left here." "Her motor's stopped, actually." "Anyway, mount up." "I thought you were my friend." "I'm asking a favor of you, to go to Seville, to sing on the radio, to win fame and stuff,... for your own good, and you won't go." "Is this a mark of a friend?" "Besides your own good, it looks like you don't love your own sister,... you don't want us to marry even to get yourself some little nephews." "Hey, what's your problem, kid?" "Hey, what would it be like if it was nighttime forever?" "Huh?" "Come on!" "It's...how should I know?" "..." "What a question!" "I mean, if you never sees the sun, or the fields, or the birds, or anything." "Everything's always hidden." "You understand?" "~ Hey, boy, have you been out in the sun too much?" "~ Why?" "Because your brains don't look too healthy." "Come on, it just doesn't make sense." "Staring like not being able to see at all, and walking with hands out front." "Joselito, I didn't know you were a sleepwalker!" "Don't do that, you're scaring me!" "Come on." "Put yourself right behind me and move like I do, move by yourself." "OK?" "~ Fine." "~ You'll see I'm your friend." "~ What's up with you?" "~ Well..." "look... ~ Why are you so stiff?" "~ Because...the...the..." "Who, me?" "Come on, you can't think... ~ What you got there?" "~ The trailer!" "Holy Mother!" "Why are you hiding?" "Listen, don't say a thing and let's hide him." "Oh, the looks this brat comes in with!" "And your clothing, where did you put it?" "Quiet, girl, or you'll give us away!" "But, even more uncovered?" "He's only wearing his skin!" "Oh, what looks he comes in with!" "~ Cover him!" "~ Mother!" "Mother, come see Joselito, who's dressed in just a rag." "Oh, ay!" "What costume is that?" "And your clothes?" "Where are your clothes?" "Some kid took it from you, right?" "~ I'd never allow such a thing!" "~ You'll see when your father sees you." "Shut up, Satan!" "Leave him to me!" "I'll clobber this naughty brat tonight." "~ No, Dad!" "~ To the attic!" "~ Leave this to me." "~ Go on!" "~ I'll straighten him out." "~ Leave off, into the attic!" "Let the mice eat him, and he'll miss dinner!" "This guy, it's all his fault!" "~ Me?" "Why?" "~ You, lazy brat!" "~ Joselito." "~ I'm here." "Here, and don't let anyone find out." "Dad's under his nerves." "If you don't straighten yourself out, you'll see." "~ Hey, Carmela, I've met a blind girl." "~ Where have you been?" "~ In an orchard." "~ Say what?" "She couldn't see a thing." "I had to lead her everywhere." "~ Do you think she could see if they gave her someone else's eyes?" "~ Huh?" "Mine, or yours." "Oh, Jesus, the shit you come up with!" "Go on, go on, those notions are the devil's." "Eat this, and when your dad turns in, I'll come take you to my bed." "Until then." "You already know: tomorrow morning at seven on the dot, he's in the forge to work the bellows." "Then off to school, and when he comes back, into the forge, back to work, let's see if I can control him this way." "~ That son of ours has exhausted my patience...he's driving me crazy!" "~ Hey, now don't take it out on the dishes, you break everything!" "¤ Ah!" "¤ Let wise men come to tell me... ¤ what's driving me crazy:... ¤ always dreaming of your face." "But the dream is never enough." "¤ Without you, even on top of a mountain I feel like I'm in a well... ¤ and in a clear horizon, like being in the shadows of a dungeon." "~ ¤ See if there's a way... ¤ ~ Mom, that's Joselito's voice." "~ ¤ for who could know for sure,... ¤ ~ Yes, girl." "~ ¤ what is the cause of this blindness that consumes me like a fire... ¤ ~ Be careful, girl, be careful." "¤ when I daydream at your side,... ~ ¤ which consumes me like a fire, when, by your side..." "Oh!" "¤ ~ Be careful, girl." "¤ Oh!" "Oh!" "I have daydreams. ¤" "Stupendous." "Now sing "Malagan" by Chacón." "Tell me, Dad, the steamer to America --- is it expensive?" "Very." "~ More than a thousand pesetas, or less?" "~ That's not enough even for a tip!" "~ You'd have to bring your snack, right?" "~ You're going to emigrate?" "Well, I've given it some thought." "You know?" "Yeah, I understand, the Gypsy is going to drive you crazy." "But mark my words: there's only one kind of flamenco singing, the one I'm teaching you, the operatic flamenco, not that one this crazy guy is putting into your head." "Agreed?" "~ Yes, yes, Dad." "But it's time to go to school." "~ OK, go on, go." "Since I saw him dressed like that, I thought that some of these clothes could be your son's." "Yeah, yeah, sure they're his." "Oh, what a punishment!" "Thank you very much." "Girl, a glass of anise for this lady." "~ No, don't put yourself out." "~ Here comes that vermin." "~ Where is he, Mom?" "~ Easy, girl, he's right here." "~ Alicia!" "~ Joselito!" "We've got your clothes." "I was thinking about you." "Will you let me take Alicia for a little walk?" "~ Fine, take her with you." "~ But what about school?" "~ It's still early." "~ Let's go, Joselito." "~ They are good friends." "How nice, that son of you!" "~ Who?" "~ Your son." "~ Who, Joselito?" "~ Yeah." "~ Well, don't say he's nice, you don't know him." "My brother isn't even well-behaved at mass." "~ Thanks." "~ How nice of you!" "~ But where are you taking me?" "~ On an important errand." "~ Tell me." "~ Follow me and shut up." "~ Mr. Mayor, you have a visitor." "~ Who is it?" "~ Buffalo Bill." "~ How could it be Buffalo Bill?" "Yes, the village terror, the one who shot me straight in the head yesterday." "Man, I'm glad you came, because I wanted to talk about the matter of Saeta." "Come in." "Come in." "Come on, major jinx!" "What's up, man?" "I'm told that you're positively evil." "Whoever told you that was a snitch." "That sound like a fine word coming from a nightingale like you?" "Help yourselves." "~ Well, if you insist..." "~ You're supposed to always say "no"." "No, no, sir, it's true, we didn't want to." "Fine, fine." "Here." "Here." "Fine, you say." "Well, you see, I wanted to ask if it's true you're going to repair the park fountain." "Man, not just me, the town's administration." "And who gives money to this lady?" "Well...the taxpayers." "But let's see, Nightingale, all things considered, where's this headed?" "I've heard my father say that you have heaps of money." "Man...!" "But I won't ask for anything since I've also heard from my father that you don't give out the time of day, which isn't true because you invited us for this." "Bottom line:" "I need money." "~ Are you going to charge us for singing to Christ?" "~ No, sir, but I need the cash." "~ How much?" "~ Enough for this girl and me to go to America." "~ That far?" "~ Yes, sir, to cure her." "To cure her?" "Yes, yes, to restore her sight." "And I came to you because you know how to raise money." "Not even wise men know how to do that." "~ And the tax revenue?" "~ No one can have that." "What's your name, girl?" "~ Alicia." "~ Alicia...you're not from this town, is that right?" "No, sir." "I see." "Well, Joselito, it's easier to earn money as a bullfighter or a football player, or even as a flamenco singer." "You, as a nightingale, have a good chance to earn lots of money." "~ Singing can earn money?" "~ Sure!" "And who'd give money to a singer?" "Well...the owner of a theater, movie moguls, radio..." "Radio...!" "Let's go, Alicia!" "Thanks, Mr. Mayor!" "This straightens out everything!" "¤ The Moors gave Spain, to make up with the Jamalajá,... ¤ their mules, the "Gold Tower" watchtower, and their talent for not working,... ¤ the Moorish moon of Andalusian song and the guts to trade a fortune..." "¤ for a pair of little eyes who'd talk to you friendly." "¤ Flow, flow hidden in the river banks, from the mountains to the sea,... ¤ flow, hidden flow that fills the senses if you know how to find it." "¤ Treasures that are not for sale and which no one can buy... ¤ little things that you can't learn or can't be taught." "¤ Flow, flow hidden from the mountains to the sea,... ¤ that fills the senses, which fills your senses if you know where to find it." "¤ If a bad influence was looking for us to make us suffer,... ¤ with a song we handle the fright as if we were to laugh." "¤ But the "ducas" of Andalusian song are peppermint, cinnamon, and sugar,... ¤ and even if they speak of pains they're dressed up in light." "¤ Flow, flow hidden in the river banks, from the mountains to the sea,... ¤ flow, hidden flow that fills the senses if you know where to find it." "¤ Treasures that are not for sale and which no one can buy... ¤ little things that you can't learn or can't be taught." "¤ Flow, flow hidden from the mountains to the sea,... ¤ that fills the senses, which fills your senses if you know where to find it. ¤" "Viva Seville, and viva the Gold Tower!" "We're the kings of radio!" "Olé, boy!" "OK, OK, we join the applause of the distinguished public... that rewards performance of "Maribel de Triana"." "And now we present of a range of products from Dorotea, the house sponsor of this program." ""Dorotea products that make the ugly beautiful."" "Let's say goodbye to Miss Maribel de Triana." "Just a moment." "And now, dear listeners, they've just told me that there's still a contestant waiting to perform,... who come --- it seems --- from very far away." "Here...approach the microphone." "~ Who, me?" "~ Yes, yes, you, come on." "Come on, step right up." "~ Good." "Come on, come on, no stage fright." "Tell us, please, what's your name?" "Well..." "Francisco Gómez Gutiérrez, but they call me "The Gypsy"." "Can I send greetings?" "~ Of course, send greetings, dear contestant, send them, send them." "~ Thank you, thank you." "Hey, Carmela, it's me." "Sorry for running off, but we had to do this,..." "Joselito is a little scared, more of his father than the radio, but everything will work out." "You hear that, Mom?" "It's Gypsy!" "And that rogue is with him!" "Very well, very well greeted, dear contestant." "And now, what are you going to sing for us?" "~ Sing, me?" "~ Of course." "No, sir, he's the singer." "But he dares not show his face, you see." "What a surprise, dear listeners, that of the appearance of this tiny contestant!" "And what a contestant, people,... who's about to perform for us in this edition sponsored by products from Dorotea..." ""Dorotea products that make the ugly beautiful."" "This is a tiny future artist who can barely reach the microphone." "We'll lower it down so he can reach." "~ OK, brave buddy, what's your name?" "~ Joselito Jiménez." "But they call him "The Nightingale"." "Everyone in the village knows him!" "~ And do you sing to a guitar, or to an orchestra?" "~ Whatever's handy." "~ And what are you going to sing for us?" "~ Well...a Colombiana." "Most beautiful it is...!" "You'll see." "The lyrics are my own, so...can I brief them?" "Yes, yes, yes." "And who would you like to dedicate this to, Joselito?" "First to my dad, so he won't clobber me for coming here." "My boy!" "~ Also to my mother, and my sister Carmela, who'll get grounded for having let me escape." "~ Did you hear, Mom?" "It's Joselito." "He said he'd go, and there he is." "~ So there's nobody else you'd like dedicate the song to, right, Joselito?" "~ Yes, a girl, yes." "~ Well, yes, sir." "~ To who?" "~ A girl friend of mine...well, she'll be listening to me, too." "~ The girl who was here this morning." "~ When I asked if she'd accompanied me, she came along with me this morning to see Mr. Mayor." "~ The rogue has a heart of gold!" "That's why I'm here." "I encouraged him to step forward." "This kid is a prodigy." "Get City Hall plugged in right now so everyone can hear." "So here he is, friends the voice of the canary flute, Joselito Jiménez, here before you all." "Orchestra." "¤ Colombia has a song that caresses and accompanies." "¤ Colombia has a song that caresses and accompanies,... ¤ and at night the wind blows through the mountains... ¤ and it has the feel of songs sung in Spain:... ¤ to the tune of the "Cheers", the grace of "Mirabrás",..." "¤ the magic of mountains that points in the "Verdial"... ¤ with cane sweet as honey, the dance of Cali." "¤ A message from Andalusia turned into a song cast to the winds... ¤ Colombia has a song that bursts out from its heart,... ¤ Colombia has a song that bursts out from its heart,..." "¤ With cane sweet as honey, the dance of Cali,... ¤ A message from Andalusia turned into a song cast to the winds... ¤ Colombia has a song that bursts out from its heart." "¤ Colombia has a song... ¤ with the feel of songs from Spain. ¤" "How he sings, Father!" "That's not flamenco singing or anything, look what they teach to him!" "Enough, please, people, enough." "Enough applause." "People, sit down, please." "Sit down." "With this large of a difference in the duration of the applause... that's enough to break the record." "Our competition is hotting up." "Without question, this little nightingale wins the prize of the week... and is in the lead for the resumption of the contest after Holy Week." "Therefore, we do award the prize offered by Dorothea products... so that the child may chose himself what he might like." "Go on, boy, choose what you want." "~ This." "~ A doll, gentlemen!" "This boy selected a doll!" "Surely this is for your sister, is that right?" "And this precious gift is now in the hands of our little winner: the grand prize of a thousand pesetas." "What do you think, Joselito?" "~ That's not a lot." "~ Not a lot, a thousand pesetas?" "That's hardly good for a tip." "Look, Joselito!" "The pigeons, the palm trees...this is the Plaza of America." "I brought you here because you eat great here...what's up with you?" "Bah!" "You win a contest for a measly thousand pesetas!" "~ Man, it's a start." "Here, I'll keep it safe it for you." "~ It's in good hands." "Aren't you hungry?" "We went all day without eating, and..." "Don't you have any money?" "Well, you see, in the rush I didn't put anything in my pocket..." "Why don't we change the thousand pesetas?" "Hell no." "~ If we sold or auctioned off the doll?" "~ Not that, either." "~ But man, that's something for girls." "~ Exactly right." "You're in a stingy mood, right?" "~ I warn that you shouldn't take this to heart." "~ Well, so what?" "~ So for your own sake I may take all your money." "~ Then I'll have to hit you with a stone." "~ Oh yeah?" "Well, now, you'll see." "~ Oh, oh, oh!" "Big brute!" "~ Hand over the money, man!" "Pirate, pirate, oh, oh!" "~ Joselito, give it to me!" "~ Here, here!" "Oh, the thousand pesetas!" "Listen, what are you doing to that boy?" "He wants to take my thousand pesetas." "We're dying of hunger and he doesn't want to spend any of it." "I won it on the radio and it's mine." "He ought to bring money." "Ah, you were the kid who sang on the radio a while ago?" "Yes, sir, and I'm his agent, and I'm not here as his servant." "Then go sit at a table and no more arguing." "Go on, eat until you burst, go on!" "You see?" "Step on up." "Viva folklore!" "Well, if you want something, you just have to ask." "Thank you." "Excuse me, Joselito, I don't know what came over me." "Some weakness." "Forgiven, man." "Now you tell me what we'll do." "You see the big picture, whatever we do we'll go higher." "Just spit it out." "Didn't you say this was the start of fame?" "So come on, don't shy back!" "Back, me?" "Do you dare come with me to Madrid?" "~ Another radio show?" "~ Bobby Brown's, the best of all, to sing Saetas there." "Isn't it better in Seville?" "There's lots of competition there." "You could cross paths with your father there, and he'll drag you off." "And what about the Saeta I'm supposed to sing in town?" "I'll take care of that." "I'll send a telegram to the mayor, and everything settled down." "But there's no more to be said, forward to the ends of the Earth!" ""Mayor of Villalegre." "Triumph radio." "Notify family." ""We left Madrid hired American entrepreneur." ""Saeta doubtful singing Joselito goes Thursday." ""Hugs, Gypsy, Joselito."" "As if I hadn't told you so!" "I knew it!" "I discovered him, and this morning I encouraged him to leave." "The trouble is that we're going to run out of Saeta this year, and we'll loss our child forever." "~ Go on, Paco, go to José the blacksmith's house and take him this telegram to cheer him up." "~ Yes, sir." "~ Hey, Gypsy, have you been to Madrid often?" "~ A few times." "What's it like?" "Well...very big and very tall." "Is it true there's a train which goes under the ground?" "~ Sure...the metro, they call it." "~ The metro, why?" "Oh, that --- because it's in the ground, I guess." "Where do they throw out the smoke from the trains?" "Through some openings in some holes in the ground." "Nothing...you'll see, boy, what a load of questions!" "Look, here comes the owner to collect." "Sing him a fandango and let's get moving, otherwise we'll never get there." "Is this what they call multigrade oil?" "Are you serious?" "Molten lead!" "This is going to kill us." "Come on, boy!" "~ If you..." "~ Push your way on!" "Aha!" "This Nicanora's heavy!" "Such a drag of a pet, this one!" "Good, and then what?" "Go on, Joselito." "Go a bit more." "Go on." "Why go on?" "This has been smashed up forever!" "It's a wreck, Joselito." "What do we do now?" "Come on, tell me." "On our own, without a peseta, no bar nearby, a bar where they'd spend a bit of money on your music,... in the middle of the road deep in the mountains, where the bandits come down." "Damn it!" "~ Now there's no way out: the thousand pesetas." "~ No, don't even think about it!" "Joselito, wait, come here!" "¤ Echo!" "¤ I wish I'd be a spring song,... ¤ friend of the royal eagle,..." "¤ in the embrace of an echo to be seen..." "¤ leaving in the air to fly away!" "¤ Wind,... ¤ take to the skies..." "¤ my purest sentiment... ¤ with the breath of my song. ¤" "Look there, Daddy." "¤ Up... ¤" "What a voice, what an effect!" "~ ¤ above the clouds ¤ ~ Sound banked by the mountains." "Lovely!" "~ Let's go see who sings." "~ Let's." "¤ to the dome of the sky... ¤ that covers the veil of illusion." "¤ There are voices that protect the glens... ¤ there at the break of spring." "¤ They're lost and forgotten words that the echo in his call, calling again." "¤ Wind,..." "¤ Take me to the skies... ¤ above the clouds... ¤ up, up with my song." "¤ Echo, echo. ¤" "Boy, come here, please." "~ As a memory, would you sit there?" "~ Sure." "Have a seat." "How wonderful!" "~ You have a phenomenal voice." "What is your name?" "~ Joselito." "~ You're Andalusian, am I right?" "~ Yes, Miss." "~ These things exist only in Andalusia." "~ I also know how to sing flamenco." "Too bad that I'm only passing by." "Will you allow me to give you a small gift?" "~ No, no, thanks anyway." "~ Come, follow me." "~ Give him this, from me." "~ Here." "Thank you, Miss." "Listen, is this a lot?" "~ A fortune!" "Bye." "~ Goodbye." "~ So long, kid!" "~ Goodbye, goodbye!" "Goodbye, Miss, goodbye!" "What did they give you?" "This." "How much is it worth?" "You know very well: heaps." "But it's foreign and has to be changed." "Bring it along, you don't understand." "~ I'll learn." "~ "I'll learn"...!" "~ And the Nicanora?" "~ They stole it!" "But how is it possible, if we left here just a moment ago?" "The land must have swallowed it up." "It's her, they've killed her!" "~ The carnage!" "~ That guy there ran over her." "This is the end!" "We're almost there." "You see what a town it is!" "Fifty million pesetas worth of boatloads of oil per year." "Not worthy of mention!" "Very nice." "How many people live here?" "Not as many as boatloads, thirty thousand." "Wow, those ones there are Gypsy and my brother!" "They look like tourists." "Sure, but the Nightingale's with them, and the Gypsy!" "Don't you see the Nicanora?" "There's a guy like a skyscraper!" "Oh, how tall he is!" "It could be the employer who hired them." "Prepare the pots to feast the boy!" "What are you doing standing here?" "Go tell Marta to go practicing in the park." "And as for us, let's have a meeting, we must tell others." "Let me by, I'm on official business." "What's going on, what's going on?" "Who are they?" "Foreigners have hired José's son to go to America to make movie sound tracks and records, and everything that goes with that." "~ For how much?" "~ About 4,000 reales per hour, plus free catering." "Almost nothing!" "Jesus!" "And the blonde by Gypsy?" "She's the star, and he's hired to hurl a car downhill in the movies." "~ Holy crap!" "~ But what's going on, girl, so everybody's so excited?" "A car two kilometers long, Joselito with his employer, and the Gypsy with a blonde like those who make movies." "So the telegram was telling the truth?" "Oh, Mama!" "Mother of my life!" "But girl, are you going to cry, now that your brother's going to be rich?" "Yes, Mom, but what if Gypsy gets rich, too, and runs off with the blonde?" "They say they'll have to fall down an embankment." "Go on now, and don't listen to that!" "~ Gypsy, we can't go up any further." "~ Hang on a bit longer, man." "~ They ought to tell us how good it was." "~ Dad's getting impatient." "But we're almost to my house!" "A little higher." "~ Higher still?" "~ We can't leave Nicanora." "Come on, cheer up." "Get in there, if you want." "I almost killed myself." "You, since you're comfortable..." "The lad's right, it's impossible to go with the tow." "OK, we can't help it." "Cast off!" "This is wonderful." "Look, Daddy." "What a big burg!" "You come with me." "There's a place with a better view." "Joselito, where are you going?" "~ Get out of that mess yourself." "~ I'll be right back." "~ Go on!" "You nearly fell down the slope, didn't you?" "~ And now what?" "~ "Petticoat"?" "~ How could we manage to get out of here?" "Well, you'll see...see this, we go that way." "That's there, too, but with three...phenomenal!" "What did I tell you!" "Come on, come on!" "You, there." "Hey, boy, untie this knot!" "Untie it, untie it." "Come on, boy!" "Help me out, and we'll see how you behave." "Come on." "The procession climbs up just to this very place." "On reaching the park the army captain says:..." ""Double time, like last year", and then they start running." "You should stay to watch it." "If I could..." "Look, there's the chapel." "From there the Holy Christ blesses us all." "He's been seen moving his hand." "Moving his hand, really?" "Indeed!" "Like this... ~ When's the procession?" "~ Thursday afternoon." "~ A shame, I'll be in Seville." "~ Don't go, I'm going to sing." "Every year Saetas are sung." "Really?" "How I'd like to hear you!" "Not just because I say so, they say we're really good at it." "And this year it'll be better, with more reason and more motivated than ever." "Don't go, Miss." "I'd like it very much, but our journey is fixed." "Hey, and that's a bad thing?" "What do you think, hm?" "What's that?" "This is for us, they're here to thank you for bringing us this far, they love him so much." "Joselito, come here." "I already told you: your future was this and I was right." "Introduce me to these folks, go ahead." "The mayor of this town." "My pleasure, sir." "Enchanted, Miss." "We are very grateful for having been able to see what we all knew,... that Joselito is a great singer." "And you, Gypsy, congratulations, for having done a good deed." "Yes, sir." "Our happiness is limitless with the triumph of the child,... and besides that, of course, he'll be world famous." "I thank you on behalf of people of Villalegre who I undeservedly represent." "This noble people will care to thank you properly for what you have done for one of their children." "~ Where are you from?" "~ From California." "Ah, California!" "It's a bit like Spain, it's sprinkled with Spanish blood." "Yes, California looks a lot like this." "My mother was Spanish." "What's all this about that?" "We've got to be getting on to Seville." "Daddy, this is Spanish hospitality, we can't quit while they're talking." "Dad was saying we've got to go." "Come up, you climb into the car with us." "Your father doesn't understand Spanish very well, does he?" "Tell him not go, at least not today, there's lots to see." "We have to be in Seville very soon, that's all." "It's a short trip." "Don't fret, you'll get there soon." "Let's move." "Come on, we'll accompany them." "One for me, one for you, you're going to pocket a small fortune in the contract, villain." "You have to give the poor guys something." "Yes, sir, and you sang the first." "Goodbye." "~ Boy!" "~ Have you seen the mess you've caused?" "~ But is all this true?" "~ About what?" "~ About the contract." "~ About the contract, is what true?" "Weren't you listening?" "But...but...when did the American tell you?" "~ You weren't with us." "~ And they'll bring us to America?" "And when your father finds out...!" "Bah, I'll tell him!" "Come with me, we will arrange passports." "No, I have to do an errand." "~ But, boy, where are you going?" "~ I'll be right back." "Have a rest and have a bath." "Then we'll come for you." "Who are these people, Dorothy, where are they taking us?" "It's all right, Daddy, it's only a custom." "You'll stay in my house, I only make it available to the municipality rarely." "Kings have been here, Pastora Imperio, Manolete, and all persons who pass through the town." "Go on in." "Come, come in." "Look around!" "~ Alicia!" "~ Joselito!" "~ Joselito!" "~ Hold on." "~ I heard on the radio." "What you're doing for me..." "Easy, here." "Here's a doll." "I won it." "It's very beautiful!" "~ And your mom?" "~ She's gone to town." "Even better." "Here, I brought you a huge wad of cash, take care of it." "It's too much." "We trust each other, or don't we?" "Take this too." "It's very odd, foreign, you know?" "But it's too much of it." "Why do you think God has given me this voice,... if not to heal you, so you can see the sky and birds, and water,... and even this whistle of a face in front of you?" "Come on, save it in the moneybox, I'll bring more soon enough." "We're with a couple of Americans who have millions, and they've settled a contract to take me to America." "~ If you go and become famous, I'll never see you." "~ Be careful." "But you're coming with us, and you'll be cured there." "Well, I'll stay with you to keep you company,... but I have to run because they're expecting me back in the village." "If you could see the crowd's uproar!" "~ Goodbye, Alicia." "~ Goodbye, Joselito." "Let's go." "Get ready." "They told me in California that Andalusians were too laid back." "Dad, I would stay here forever." "Look what they've brought us!" "Here, we need to eat here." "We can't." "Pack up and let's go." "But, Dad, that's not right." "They've invited us." "The consul's expecting us in Seville." "~ Come on, have a drink." "~ I'd rather not." "Miss." "~ Hi, Gypsy." "Would you help yourself?" "~ Thanks." "~ And Joselito?" "~ Somewhere around, with his family." "Miss, I have to talk with your father." "You could help me out, right?" "But now what?" "Well, all the people have spread the word that you have contracted the kid and me to make movies." "Fine, I sent a telegram from Seville, as a joke, to show off." "People believed it and are excited spreading the news of us being buried in dollars." "Go on." "Dad, Gypsy wants to talk with you." "Ah, I wanted to see you!" "I don't get what's happening in this here village." "Nothing bad, sir, the Andalusian fantasy cooked up this "stew"." "I missed the meaning of the word "stew"." "~ The noise, the din, the mess, the excitement." "Do you understand?" "~ No." "~ No..." "A misunderstanding, Dad." "The people believed we've signed on the boy." "And I'm afraid they'll discover the truth, if you fail to help us." "Simply go along and say yes to everything." "We are going with you, and drop us off anywhere along the way." "It can't be." "It's a favor I'm asking you, as big as a cathedral." "Miss, convince your dad that we've really put our bets on him." "It's not inconvenient, is it, Daddy?" "I can't deceive those good people." "It's surely best for everybody!" "Gypsy's right." "A lie like that, what's it cost you?" "And it can open the way to many truths." "I never lie." "I'll tell the truth to the gentleman, to the mayor." "Don Richard of my soul, a timely little fib!" "Oh!" "Didn't you hear me?" "The city council is here in full!" "And Joselito's folks, and my girlfriend!" "Such a mess is looming!" "They'll kill me!" "I ought to tell the truth to these fine people." "Come on, your bags." "~ But, Daddy, it's no skin off your back?" "!" "~ No, no, no, a thousand times no!" "When father says that, he's accepted." "That means you're in the boat?" ""Boat", what's its meaning here?" "Well...well...it's a done deal." "That's right, wonderful!" ""Wonderful"?" "What now?" "Look, they're here." "~ Miss Dorothy." "~ Hi, Joselito." "Here come the mayor and my family." "Come on, Dad, cheer up, will you, please?" "~ Are you well-rested?" "We didn't come earlier to avoid disturbing you." "~ Thank you." "Look: here's Joselito's parents and his sister." "My pleasure, sir." "A pleasure to meet you, because a son is a son, and a mother is a mother,... although Gypsy hasn't told us anything about all this." "There hasn't been time for anything." "Right, Dorothy?" "Quite notorious, you've become!" "Well, I introduce to you my husband, who's a bit short-tempered." "At your service, sir." "My son's a naughty rascal, don't you think?" "And he's run away from home three times already... but the tambourine is in good hands." "So I won't tell you anything!" "We want to ask you one favor:... to stay with the boy for a few days." "Until Maundy Thursday is over, anyway,... and the kid can't miss out on the singing this year." "Oh, Daddy, don't say no, Joselito's going to sing!" "I like this village, I like your Holy Week, I want to hear Saeta." "Is the Holy Week the same as in Seville?" "Much better, as you'll see!" "Fine, I'll stay here another couple of hours." "No longer, please." "Ah, then let's eat right away, we have to attend the services." "Look, what devotion!" "In this town it's not enough to pray." "Look how they believe in God and put Him on shoulder, they are eager to take turns!" "Marvelous!" "Now we break up the procession and climb Calvary in two minutes." "A custom?" "Yes, for a whole life, and unique to Spain." "You can see the fervor of the people!" "From here you'll shoot everything very well." "~ Hi." "~ Hi." "Scoundrel of a photographer!" "Follow me!" "Oh, follow me, come on!" "Why are you always hanging around that woman?" "Leave off, Carmela, don't be scorpion, you don't know her yet." "~ But I know you." "~ You're wrong, it's a commitment." "So you leave me on my own, right?" "Look, woman, not on your own precisely, with all these people." "~ You'll remember me!" "You'll see!" "~ Move on!" "Up, Alicia, we're almost there!" "He's close to the chapel." "The whole place is jammed with people." "And now He'll bless us." "~ He's going to bless you, you know?" "~ Me?" "Yeah, I asked Him to." "Everyone is as quiet as in church, and looking to the Lord,... people are kneeling." "When it's you who explains it, it's as if I could see it." "Christ is coming." "~ Are there lots of candles?" "~ Heaps, since He's the King of Heaven." "You'll have to see this next year with your own eyes ---- now that I'm going to make some money, so there's no need to hurry." "Sing to Him, go on!" "I would rather pray, the thing I'll ask Him for is too big." "Singing is also a prayer." "¤ Oh!" "Oh!" "I ask You from my soul." "¤ Oh!" "Oh!" "Oh, Divine King!" "¤ These two eyes want to see You." "¤ Two eyes want to see You shining with Your love. ¤" "The most beautiful thing is that this is done for a blind girl, the one by his side." "He wants to earn the money to cure her." "Why didn't anybody tell me about this?" "Because in the village, everybody already knew, except me." "It is amazing that what occurred to a child would not have occurred to an entire people." "¤ You're the Father of my soul and the minister of Christ, the body of the Holy Mother and the Holy church,... ¤ arrived at Paradise. ¤" "Good, good, very good!" "~ Miss, listen." "~ Why were you chasing me around all afternoon?" "~ You won't take him away." "~ What's that that I won't take away?" "Gypsy, that scoundrel who deserves no love." "Oh, Miss!" "We've been sweethearts ever since we were two kids, and I love him so much." "Leave him to me, for charity's sake!" "You're very rich and can have all the men you may want." "He's all I have." "And should you see how scarce sweethearts are in this town!" "Woman, Gypsy loves you." "He told me so." "Don't you worry." "But if you go to America, so far away, he'll stay there." "~ Carmela!" "~ Here he comes, don't let him see us!" "Carmela!" "But, girl!" "You're wrong!" "What are you saying to this young lady?" "Please forgive her, she's very antsy, you know?" "Gypsy, we're all here, come on up." "Wait, we're coming." "~ You're wrong." "You're going to force me to tell the truth." "~ You don't have to tell me anything." "As may be." "If you can keep a secret I'll tell you what's what, just so you'll leave me alone." "But it will be a shocker, I warn you." "You shouldn't say anything." "I hope everything is fixed up." "You, yes, but your father, no, and it's only natural." "~ And, what was the thing you were to fix up?" "~ Nothing, don't mess it up any further, Carmela!" "Speak clearly, don't do this to me, humiliating me in front of the whole village." "It's you who's ridiculous, and you've used up my patience." "Everything is a big lie, get that straight from the start." "A lie that we're going to America and a lie about the child's contract." "This young lady and her father have agreed to continue the deception to avoid unmasking me." "It was me who involved them in this mess, they didn't want any of this." "Ask Mr. Richard, if you don't believe me." "Now, it's up to you what you'll do, no way out." "So give it a second thought." "And you've cheated him, knowing the illusion he has?" "Joselito's listening to us." "My dreams are over." "Brother, I..." "I just found out." "Forgive me." "This is how things worked out, Joselito." "I didn't say anything to you or we'll both be seen as miserable failures by the whole village." "You would have uncovered everything." "He also did it for that child whom you want to cure." "You'll see, everything can be fixed up." "You'll leave the village with us in the car, to Seville,... and nobody will know about this horrible mess, and you can get lucky and succeed." "You sing very well, Joselito, and you'll earn money and fulfill your purpose." "No, I'm staying." "I'll tell the truth to the whole town." "~ Including your friend?" "~ Here goes!" "Here she is." "Be careful, girl." "~ We're leaving, Joselito, tomorrow I'll come to say goodbye." "~ What time do you leave?" "~ Very soon, at nine." "~ What's the matter?" "~ Nothing, just the idea of leaving." "Go on, escort her to the street." "~ Goodbye." "~ Goodbye." "~ We're letting him go on the condition that he'll be here for the Holy Fest, promise?" "~ Promise." "They'll bring a keg here, and I warn you they have an antique vintage,... so you can have a drink in America, and don't forget your promise." "Hey, Gypsy, Help me out!" "All of this goes to that Yank!" "~ Alicia!" "~ Joselito!" "~ Joselito!" "~ Alicia!" "~ Now you're going!" "Sure, but I'll be back soon, with enough money to cure you." "I'll earn it however I can, no matter what." "Yes, Joselito." "Here, I'll leave you this." "I don't want you to use it until you can see well enough to aim it." "Goodbye, Alicia." "Come back soon, Joselito!" "~ Right, see you." "~ Carmela." "Hey, you understand me?" "Let's get going." "Goodbye, Joselito!" "Daddy, don't you feel sorry to see Joselito so sad?" "What are you getting at?" "Nothing, the sooner we've left, the better." "Apparently you didn't share the lump in my throat when we left those nice people." "They're fine folks!" "Did you liked the Saeta he sang last night for the blind girl,... who'll regain her sight thanks to him?" "Joselito doesn't get discouraged easily." "Right?" "~ What do you think?" "~ Nothing." "Oh, Daddy, you're thick as two planks!" "I don't understand music, I'm not an entrepreneur, and I wasn't looking for this mess." "But you have money and friends, and you'd like to do something for him." "And you have Spanish blood, you're like them." "Mom was, and she wouldn't have gone along with your doing this." "You can train his voice for him and help him sing around the world." "No, no, no, a thousand times no!" "In the boat, Joselito!" "Yeah, OK!" "As you've seen, he consented once again." "When a man has a heart, like Mr. Richard, he's lost." "Joselito succeeded, his faith made him succeed, why wouldn't he succeed?" "And he and Gypsy didn't stay on the road to be exposed to the shame of their failure being known." "Cards arrived from all over the world." "The mayor boasted of his success, that he had pushed Joselito." "The furnace stopped working to become the bearer of news." "All the people gathered there, and even the sheriff recalled the contribution of his two cents." "Just one person felt cheated and jealous,... and now you know what women are like when they get like that." "But everything has an end some fine day, the one of the Holy Fest, Joselito returned triumphant to Villalegre." "Then..." "Well, you better see for yourselves what happened." "¤ If your eyes should tell me: "I want to go with you",... ¤ I'd bring whatever treasure of Potosí you should ask for." "¤ If they told me: "I love you", I understand, and something else:... ¤ your eyes are the spade that breaks my heart all the way." "¤ The light of your eyes, lantern and candle, distant shining star." "¤ The light of your eyes is a dove who flies lost into the gypsy night." "¤ Your eyes are the hope of my horizon,... ¤ they shine like a dance at the Holy Mountain." "¤ Saint Anne, Saint Joachim,... ¤ May those eyes shine just for me... ¤ may those eyes shine just for me!" "¤" "Alicia, I hurried to your house as soon as I arrived." "What did you have to do in Seville?" "Almost nothing, but the doctor insists on my going every Tuesday." "What doctor?" "Have you been ill?" "But can't you see?" "They cured me in Spain." "In Spain?" "What about me, who went to American to earn all that money, so you could be operated on?" "To teach us all a lesson." "Doesn't that seem unimportant, my son?" "I don't believe this." "Your mother said you had to be treated in America, some doctor told her that." "~ What color is my tie?" "~ It's very nice." "Bah, that way you'll always guess!" "And me, what's my face like?" "Like you're whistling." "No way, you heard me!" "~ Well, let's see what this does." "Give it here, Mom." "~ You know how to shoot already?" "~ You see how carefully I saved it?" "~ Here, show him." "She can see, She can see!" "You bet she does!" "Nice aim!" "Well, now you're all set to sing for me, for your sister and our wedding,..." " Eh, Carmela?" " the Americans are going to be the sponsors."