The Man Who Cried Page #2

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

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 sh*t 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,

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