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to the pinnacle of our entertainment.

An experiment in the new

and sensational science...

...of animal magnetism...

...taught me

by the great Mesmer himself.

You know, of course,

the principles of the great Mesmer?

In short...

...hypnosis.

Hypnosis.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, before your

eyes, I shall perform this experiment...

...but I shall need some help.

However, it must be the right person.

Control cannot be exercised

over everyone.

I have failed with the confused,

with the rebellious, with the recalcitrant.

To perform the experiment ideally...

...I must have a pure person.

One pure person.

Nymph...

...in thy orisons

be all my sins remembered.

Purity at last.

Purity. Gracious lady, that you should

be here makes it indeed a blessing.

Come. Come. I, Serafin, ask it.

You know whatever I ask you...

...whatever power I have for you

is for your happiness.

Sit, gracious lady.

Pure spirit, rest.

She is now in a trance.

I am about to release her spirit

from its earthly bonds.

Gracious lady, what is your name?

Your name.

Man... Manuela.

Manuela, where do you live?

In the village of Calvados.

Make a note of that.

Manuela, you don't love the man

you're going to marry, do you?

- No.

- You love someone else, don't you?

- Yes.

- Who is that other, Manuela?

Someone you've just met, isn't he?

Perhaps this very afternoon.

Think.

Think.

Somewhere by the sea?

Yes.

The sea.

Who is he, Manuela? Say his name.

- He is...

- Yes?

Macoco.

Macoco?

Macoco.

Macoco the pirate?

Macoco the fabulous.

Macoco the dazzling.

No. No, Manuela.

You don't mean that.

Someday he'll swoop down on me

like a chicken hawk and carry me away.

- No, Manuela. Pure soul, listen...

- And I shall do his bidding.

I shall follow him, yea, to the ends

of the world I shall follow him.

No, Manuela. Forget Macoco.

Now think again, pure soul...

Don't call me pure soul.

It irritates me.

Underneath this prim exterior

there are emotions, romantic longings.

- I know. I'm here to release them.

- Underneath this exterior...

...there are emotions, romantic longings.

Underneath this exterior...

...there's emotions, romantic longings.

- Wake up. Wake up.

Macoco.

Macoco.

Macoco.

There's a pirate known to fame

Black Macoco was the pirate's name

In his day, the tops was he

Round the Caribbean

Or Caribbean Sea

Manuela. Wake up.

Mack the Black

Round the Caribbean

Mack the Black

Or Caribbean Sea

Mack the Black

Round the Caribbean

Round the Caribbean or Caribbean Sea

As a child his nurse foretold

Mack was sure to be a pirate bold

For when feeding time would come

Mack'd have a bottle

But a bottle of rum

Mack the Black

Mack'd have a bottle

Mack the Black

But a bottle of rum

Mack the Black

Mack'd have a bottle

Mack'd have a bottle

But a bottle of rum

When he'd sight a clipper ship

Mack would board her and begin to clip

First he'd grab the ladies fair

Especially those with jewels

Those with jewels to spare

Mack the Black

Especially those with jewels

Mack the Black

Those with jewels to spare

Mack the Black

Especially those with jewels

Especially those with jewels

Those with jewels to spare

When he'd make his daily rounds

Gals would trail him

Like a pack of hounds

Every night he'd have a date

Ladies go to pieces over pieces of eight

Mack the Black

Ladies go to pieces

Mack the Black

Over pieces of eight

Mack the Black

Ladies go to pieces

Ladies go to pieces

Over pieces of eight

Evening star, if you see Mack

Stop his wandering

And guide him back

I'll be waiting patiently

By the Caribbean

Or Caribbean Sea

Mack the Black

By the Caribbean

Mack the Black

Or Caribbean Sea

Mack the Black

By the Caribbean

By the Caribbean

Or in case you're not agreeing

The Caribbean Sea

Mack the Black Macoco

From Guadeloupe to Barbados

Tornadoes

Give in to his desperadoes

Throughout the Caribbean or vicinity

Macoco leaves a flaming trail

Of masculinity

And suddenly I feel

I've got a big affinity

And I'm loco

For Mack, Mack

Mack the Black Macoco

Manuela, Manuela, awake.

Return to yourself.

Wake.

- Can't you wake her?

- You'll be jailed for this.

Use voodoo.

Get her out of it with voodoo.

- Use rattlesnake skins and vinegar.

- They say lizard milk and...

- Burn a feather under her nose.

- Let me try again.

Stand back. Stand back.

They're cheering for you,

for your singing and dancing.

- Singing and danc...

- You've set them on fire.

No.

No!

Manuela.

Manuela.

Aunt Inez.

Aunt Inez. Aunt Inez. Wake up. I wanna

go home. I wanna go home this minute.

- But it's still dark.

- I don't care. I want to go home.

Oh, well, we might as well.

We'll never sleep a wink here.

Oh, I've never known such a noisy place.

Those actors.

They had a girl too.

I heard her singing.

A girl? A girl?

Oh, it sounded like a girl.

Oh, Aunt Inez, Don Pedro was right.

He was right.

Home, it's safe.

It's safe, it's protected and it's quiet.

- Yes, it's quiet. Yes. Yes...

- I wanna go home. Hurry, please.

- Come on, Aunt Inez, please hurry.

- Manuela, wait...

Manuela,

it's going to be a beautiful silhouette.

Seor Gomez,

I would like an extra copy for our salon.

The seorita is the loveliest bride

I have ever painted.

- Thank you...

- Don't move, please.

Would you like a bouquet

in the corner?

No, no. It spoils the composition.

One moment more. There.

The outline is complete.

Thank you.

The sun is shining for you today.

A good omen.

My Manuela, the wife of our mayor.

You're going to be so happy.

What if I'm not?

You will be, my dear,

if you wish for it hard enough.

You can make anything come true

by wishing for it.

Anything?

Anything.

Men, right here. Set up over here.

Manuela, come along.

We have to start.

No. Aunt Inez, I can't go.

- I can't.

- Now, now, Manuela.

- I know exactly how you're...

- Aunt Inez, it's that actor.

- Actor?

- He's here.

He's coming in the house.

I daren't leave.

Now, Manuela.

Please calm down and tell me

what you're talking about.

Aunt Inez, I have something dreadful

to tell you.

Do you remember in Port Sebastion...

...when you thought

you heard a girl singing?

You did. It was me.

I can't believe it. It can't be true.

Oh, do you think I'd make up

a thing like that?

- How could you? Whatever possessed...

- I don't know, I don't know.

He had a mirror that spun around

and his voice and his eyes, and l...

Capucho. Oh, Capucho.

I want you to listen carefully.

Bolt the front door

and don't let anyone in. You understand?

- My dear, if I may make a suggestion?

- Yes, of course. Hurry. Manuela.

I'm going for Don Pedro.

- Lock the door and don't leave the room.

- No.

- Now, don't leave it.

- No, I won't. Oh, lock the door.

Lock the door and

don't leave this room.

Lock the door

and don't leave this room.

Lock the door...

Manuela.

No.

No.

No.

Fair Juliet of the Caribbean.

Go away.

Trillo. Trillo, me jacket.

Ta-da.

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