Black Orpheus Page #4

It does

Orpheus, wait for me!

I'd like some information

Are you family? Then

you can't stay here

It is forbidden.

You can't come in

Stop, stop!

You can't go up!

Go, go- Go away!

It went up

Stop!

What do you want?

What are you doing here?

- Nothing.

- Then, please leave

It's forbidden and we

have no time to waste

Don't be sad, Orpheus

It's over...

It's all over

Hold this b*tch!

- I know him.

- I know this guy

- Are you Orpheus, from Babylon?

- Yes, I am

He is incredible!

The best! Great singer!

Sing something for us! The one

you sang for us... how was it?

Sing, man!

What's your problem?

- I'm looking for a lost person.

- That's not here

These are soccer fans.

Missing Persons, 1 2th floor

- Where is that?

- I'll show you. Come here

Show me that step

That thing... that one.

Something like that

OK, go... get out of here

Get out of here!

Go away!

Anybody there?

What are you looking

for, brother?

Missing Persons

There is such a section...

but I never saw any missing

people there. Just paper

That's Missing Persons

See? Nobody there...

but lots of paper, see?

The house is full.

for nothing

Can you read?

- Yes.

- I can't

Feel free to look

around, if you wish...

but you will not find

missing people in papers

On the contrary, that's

where they get lost

Are you suffering, my brother?

I lost Eurydice

It's as if she were

burning inside my heart

Keep calling... She will come

I am calling

You alone... that's

not strong enough...

and these papers will

not give you an answer

Do you think paper

cares for anybody?

Let's go, my brother.

I know where to take you

Let's go

Sweeping, or not sweeping,

there is always more paper

Come, Orpheus

Quiet! Calm down,

Cerberus... calm down

Calm down, Cerberus

That's how it goes.

She received the spirit

Call her...

Sing, Orpheus!

Sing, Orpheus... go ahead!

Sing, Orpheus!

Orpheus, Orpheus

Eurydice!

Eurydice!

Don't look back, Orpheus.

You will never see me again

Where are you, Eurydice?

I'm close to you, Orpheus

Do you love me enough to accept

hearing me without seeing me?

I love you, Eurydice, but I want

to see you! My arms are empty!

I want to see you, to hold

you close to me

No! You will lose me, Orpheus

You are not there.

You are tricking me!

No!

I want to see you!

Orpheus, you're killing me!

Farewell, Orpheus.

You'll never see me again

No! You lied to me!

Why did you do that to me?

- You lied to me.

- Calm down, Orpheus. Don't leave!

Hermes, that's him. It is him!

It's me. Hermes also came

I've nothing left in life

I am poorer than the

poorest of the black men

Seek mercy, my son.

We are all poor and...

what's left to be said is the

poor people's word- thanks

I ask you for mercy, Hermes

All I can do is give

you mercy

Here. I have already done

everything that had to be done

I think that you'll

get true mercy there

Thank you, Hermes

No, my son. You are

going to thank Eurydice

Yes

Are you going

to take her yourself?

All right.

Come with me

If you don't want it,

it's always interesting...

having another cadaver for

the doctors, for science

And it is also cheaper for you

It is my duty to ask that

question, because of them...

and, the truth is,

when one is here...

Carnival is over, there

is nothing one can do

Would you like to try

and identify her?

Careful, you'll get a

cold dressed like that

Death is cheap here, right?

Careful! You're shaking

The same thing happens to me

It doesn't help to be careful.

I have a cold all year round

Everything is

beautiful, Eurydice

My heart is a bird whose thirst

is quenched by a drop of dew

Thank you, Eurydice.

Thank you for this new day

You are the one who carries me

I am in your arms,

like a sleeping child

The sweet breath of your chest

I know you will take me

where I must go

Thank you, Eurydice. The path

you chose is full of flowers

The sun is rising to

embrace us, my love

You are singing, Eurydice

The happiness of the poor is

the great illusion of carnival

We work all year long

Mira!

No! No! No!

Zeca!

Hurry! Hurry!

- Play and make the sun rise!

- I don't know how!

- Sure, you know.

- I don't know if I can!

Make it up!

- Come on, play!

- I don't know

You do know, come on!

He plays well, doesn't he?

What are you looking at?

Shut up!

He is making the sun rise!

He made the sun rise!

Wow! Just like Orpheus!

- Now you are Orpheus.

- No

Yes. Take this little flower

Play a song for me, please

Come on!

Magic

because I speak?

But all guitars are magical.

They sing,

and not just those of singers.

My owner at least

isn't a singer.

He's a streetcar conductor

in the big city

about to marry a very

pretty girl.

I don't like her but he will

fall in love with a country girl.

Very different.

Happens every day.

Since everyone loves him,

all his friends will help him -

young and old,

rich and poor,

little and big.

There will be lots of

little comedies

and maybe even a great drama.

It's a very simple love story

for all times,

for all places,

with humor

fear,

horror,

and magic.

Joy

and death,

as in all love stories,

the sins and virtues which

drive men and women:

lust

and modesty

gluttony

and sobriety

violence

and sweetness

anger

and tenderness,

and love,

lots of love.

There is something else

in our story,

something unusual,

mysterious,

inexplicable.

But I am only a guitar, I don't

have the right to reveal it.

I would love to

because it's very important.

If my voice isn't drowned out

by those of the big city,

I will say what I know.

Listen to me.

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