Down Argentine Way Page #5

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Try a serenade to tell her of her charms

And you'll find the words

and music in your arms

So sing to your seorita

All your cares won't mean a thing

She will gladly be your chiquita

So sing to your seorita, sing

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Try a serenade to tell her of her charms

And you'll find the words

and music in your arms

So sing to your seorita

You'll be happy as can be

If a song brings romance along

Tell me why, oh, why

won't someone sing to me?

Sing, seorita, sing

- What is it? A fire?

- No, a horse race.

Whenever ten or more Argentinians

get together there is always a horse race.

Furioso, I want to tell you something.

Remember, this race is only 300 metres, so

you've got no time to stop and eat the grass.

Watch the man with the flag. When

you see his fingers move, then you start.

Don't show off because

you know you can beat these other horses.

Remember I love you.

And I got four to one.

(man) Me tiene loca.

Mire, mire las patas

y tiene cara de ganar con estas patas.

Andan! Andan!

- That horse! That is Furioso!

- He's wonderful!

He is our champion jumper.

How is he in this race?

I don't know how, but he's certainly in it.

- Casiano, te felicito. Casiano, te felicito.

- Si, si.

Si, my horse, my horse.

Muy buen caballo. Vamos a tomar algo.

- Ysuerte.

- Gracias, seor. Gracias. Gracias.

Maybe some time you get a horse

with four legs, then we have another race.

- No, you won't.

- Ricardo.

Please, for the love of soledad

do not give me away.

- Casiano, you'd better start explaining.

- I mean to do no harm.

Furioso likes to run a little bit now and then,

and I make a few pesos.

But the pesos,

it's to send Panchito to school someday.

- You mean that this has happened before?

- Only a couple of times.

We win a good race at La Plata by ten lanes.

La Plata? You've had him on the racetracks?

It was just once. When Don Diego was in Rio,

I paint star on Furioso,

call him American horse.

He paid 25 to one.

Casiano, when my father hears

that you have been racing his bestjumper,

he'll nail your ears to the stable door.

- That other horse wasn't even in it.

- Si. He only touched the ground two times.

He ought to be racing on the flat.

'Course he should. He was born for it.

His grandfather was Tempestad.

But to Furioso

I guess that makes little difference.

He's happy. Three meals a day,

other horses for company.

No, Ricardo. There you make big mistake.

Furioso want to be a racehorse.

I catch him worrying many times about this.

Your papa isn't the same

since he stopped racetrack business.

What you say is true. But he would

eat his heart out before he would admit it.

If you can't reason with him, show him.

Train the horse, put him in a race.

If he loves the track,

he couldn't resist seeing his silks win.

He would skin us

and put us in the trophy case.

I thought the Quintanas were sportsmen.

Seorita, there is only

one possible answer to that.

Casiano, day after tomorrow we work the

horse on the racetrack on the north pasture.

Ricardo!

No. Maybe it's no good. For me, Ricardo, it

don't make much difference. I'm an old man.

But for you it's too soon

to die so young by the hand of your father.

But then I guess we all die sometime.

No es cierto?

1:
41. What kind of a breeze was that?

And the boyero,

he was holding him all the time.

(Ricardo) 1:
40 and two.

1:
37 and one. (whistles)

( "Two Dreams Met")

Dos sueos

Que guiados por solo un destino

Tomaron un solo camino

Dos sueos

Los sueos de dos corazones

Que fueron de nuestras pasiones

La inspiracin

A band was softly playing

Sweet music filled the air

"Turn around," my dream kept saying

I did and you were there

Then

Two hearts met

A beautiful love affair started

The dreams winked their eyes and departed

They knew that their work was done

For two

Lonely hearts

Were one

We were perfect strangers

And we were worlds apart

Yet here am I so close to you

It was so fantastic

The way it came to pass

That no one would believe it true

Suddenly we were part

of fate's peculiar schemes

This is how it happened

Strange as it seems

Two dreams met

They knew of two hearts that were lonely

That could be so happy if only

- They found romance

- Do you remember?

Two dreams met

They said we must go out and find them

And then as we tiptoe behind them

We'll make them dance

A band was softly playing

Sweet music filled the air

"Turn around," my dream kept saying

I did and you were there

Then

Two hearts met

A beautiful love affair started

The dreams winked their eyes and departed

They knew

That their work was done

For two

Two lonely hearts

Were one

Hey, Ricardo! Ricardo!

Furioso, he don't want his dinner.

- What is the matter with him?

- Maybe he's all mixed up.

He don't know

if he is racing horse orjumping horse.

In the morning he jumps with your papa,

in the afternoon he races for you.

This morning,

he could notjump over the jumping beam.

- He ran all right this afternoon.

- That's it. He knows he should be racing.

But how long he'll know it...

That's no way to train a racing horse -

jumping him, running him -

mixing him all up.

Soon he'll have nervous breakdown,

then we can do nothing with him.

- We should stop jumping him.

- Stop jumping him? But the show is Sunday.

- Seorita Cunningham.

- Papa.

Casiano said there is

something wrong with Furioso.

He's notjumping

and he would not eat his dinner.

Perhaps we should take him out of the show.

Take him out? Miss the show

for the first time in years? Oh, no, no, no.

He will be all right. He is just a little bit stale.

No, he more than stale.

Don Diego, Furioso gives me a look.

I don't like it.

You are getting old, Casiano.

You are seeing things.

Furioso is entered in the show,

and Furioso will be jumping Sunday,

and will be taking the ribbon again.

If you'd honour me

with a game of backgammon,

we'll leave these two worriers

to worry by themselves.

The old man, he's more stubborn

than Furioso. Much more.

(PA) Categoria primera:

el caballo Simptico,

propiedad del Teniente Eugenio Lpez.

That is a very good horse.

He is almost as good as Furioso.

- A plough horse.

- Oh, be reasonable, Papa.

I am the most reasonable man in the world,

and I know horses.

I leave it to Seorita Cunningham if he

comes within a thousand miles of Furioso.

Not within 10,000 miles.

Don't forget, I bring you up like my own son.

When you were a little baby horse,

who feed you when your mama was sick?

Who sit up all night and rub your stomach

when you got the belly ache?

No, I don't want you to thank me.

But, please, Furioso, if you love me,

keep your mind on what you do today, huh?

All right.

Panchito.

Go on.

- Glenda, darling, what a surprise.

- Buenas tardes, Seorita Crawford.

Crawford?

- Your name is Crawford?

- Yes, but...

- Then this is all a trick. You lied to me.

- But...

You came to my house, you accepted

my hospitality, and you lied to me.

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