THE LION FROM 'ESTRELA'
"The final: Sporting vs Porto, tomorrow at the Lima Stadium"
What a game it's going to be!
I'll bet right now Sporting will win three-one.
- It might be the other way round. - I'd have a fit!
Remember that the lion is the king of all animals,
even in football.
- Don't forget the match is in Oporto. - It could even be in China!
Peiroteo can kick the ball from Lisbon and score in Lima Stadium.
Right there, like a lime.
Oh, I mean: Like a lion.
- Have you got a ticket Mr Anastácio? - Not yet, but I will have.
Mr. Santos?! Can you...?
- Yes, Mr. Anastácio? - Are you busy?
I have to go to the Ministry for Public Works.
Just as well: Public Works and Communications.
Can you get me a train ticket to Oporto this evening?
There's probably none left!
None left? Not for me - a lion? Who said so?!
Here's the dough
I'll go in the engine, in the guard's van, on the running-board.
- All I want is a ticket, alright? - I'll do my best to help.
Mr Anastácio, I don't mean to disappoint you,
but you're staying in Lisbon... - I think so, too...
The queue from the station went as far as 'Praça da Figueira'!
No friend of mine would say that...
If I miss this Porto-Sporting...
...I don't know! I'd have a fit!
- I'd lose it! - I can believe that!
Come in!
What do you want?
I'd like to speak to Mr Anastácio.
- Can I? - Of course!
Well, what's up?
The ticket booth in Restauradores has opened.
There's a queue a mile long.
Oh, heck! Maybe there're folk from the Colonies, too!
Here you are...
Get in the queue, and get me a place...
- Even if I have to stand! - Yes, Mr Anastácio.
I'll meet you there.
Mr Sousa...
I need to leave a bit earlier.
- I'm going to the doctor's. - What's wrong?
- It's a "worm". - Tape worm? With that face?
I don't know, but I'm worried it'll get bigger
then I won't be sitting or standing...
Get off to the doctor's then...
Thanks very much, Mr Sousa!
Good day.
Good day, then!
SPORTING-PORTO TICKETS FOR SALE
Are we moving, or not?
I wish... we'll never get there!
- There won't be any tickets left. - God forbid! The hell there won't!
There are only five thousand seats for Lisbon...
That's not enough even for Sporting members.
There's no messing around with me! I'm no stuffed lion!
I'll bite their heads off! That I will!
Doctor!! Doctor!!
Hello. How are you?
Will you excuse me? I'll be back, okay?!
Eh! Are you blind or what?
- I'm so glad to see you! - Are you?! Why's that?
I'm sure you must have tickets.
- Me?! - Yes, you're part of the Federation!
I didn't know they'd already started selling tickets
otherwise I'd have come yesterday... Now I'm at the back of the queue
and I expect they'll all be sold out!
Yes! That's for sure.
Please have pity on this poor ball-less lion!
Yes, because without a ball, I'm nothing but a harmless cat.
- What is it you want, after all? - A ticket... half a ticket...
a twentieth! Standing, sitting, kneeling...
On the roof... Next to a woman, even!
Oh?! Alright then. Here's a ticket!
Oh, dear Doctor!
I'm more grateful for this ticket, than for a wallet full of cash!
I could kiss you, and I will if you want!
No, thanks, I can do without!
Now I can shout: I'm going to Oporto!
Stop that, Juju!
Your clothes haven't been ironed yet.
For God's sake! Don't interrupt!
Right, but if I don't bring you down to earth, you'll daydream all day.
You're such a nuisance!
Girls, dad will be here soon and his things aren't ready yet.
I can't wait for him to get back!
Poor thing! He's so excited about this trip to Oporto!
That's all he's been thinking about.
Damned football! He's hardly getting any sleep.
Well, mum, it's only fair. It's years since dad left Lisbon.
He's working all the time...
Speaking of which... where the hell's Rosa got to?
I sent her to the shop more than an hour ago, and she's not back yet.
She's probably stuck in some queue.
What queue?! She's chatting to that chauffeur, that's what.
So what? She's entitled to a life.
See? That's why she over-steps the mark.
See if you can see her, Branca.
Thanks for the lift Miguel!
See if you can go... it's a really nice trip.
I'd like to. But they probably won't let me. You'll see!
No harm in trying. It's not every day there's a car outing like this!
- Ask Miss Branca. - Alright, I'll ask...
but if they don't let me, I'll take it out on the dishes!
I'll smash them to pieces. I will!
Calm down! Get round them and give me an answer later on. OK?
Alright. You can really twist me round your little finger!
- See you later Rosinha. - Bye, Miguelzinho.
- Miss Rosa! Miss Rosa! - What's up, Mr Filipinho?
- Are the girls home? - Yes, sir.
- Good afternoon, Miss Arlete! - Good afternoon, Miss Rosa!
- Good afternoon, Mr Januário. - Good afternoon, Miss Rosa...
how can I help you?
Miss Juju is asking if the samples of the prints can be taken up.
Of course, Miss Rosa. Immediately.
- Thank you, Mr Januário! - Not at all, Miss Rosa.
- Good afternoon! - Good afternoon!
Right! That's it!
Thank you so much, Miss Rosa! Thank you!
You're welcome!
- Good afternoon, Mrs. Joaquina! - Good afternoon, Miss Rosa!
Could you please tell me if this is where Captain Salvador lives?
- Yes, sir! Right here. - Thank you!
Please come in!
Excuse me...
- Good afternoon, Miss Branca. - What time do you call this, Rosa?
I've been in the queues, miss!
In the car, that's what! I saw you.
Thank God for the car, otherwise I'd still be there!
Be careful, girl! Mind what you're up to.
With Miguel?
Don't you worry, Miss Branca, he wants to get married!
He even wants to drive me to his home...
He says it's because of the banns.
You're both going home, by car, for a band?!
- What's going on? - Nothing's going on.
He has to take the car, and I'm going to keep him company.
Your mamma will surely not agree to such nonsense.
- Don't say that, Miss Branquinha. - I've just said it.
Miss Branquinha,
Miss Branquinha!
Couldn't you ask your father?! It's only for three days...
No, don't count on me! You ask him if you want...
Dear, dear, dear...!
Look, that must be him...
If you have the courage, now's your chance.
Of course I've got the courage!
I am bringing the samples.
- Is Mr Anastácio in? - No, he isn't!
Come on in, Filipinho, come in. Don't stand there, you'll get a cold.
I would come in, but... I'm not sure I should...
And so you shouldn't! You know daddy can't stand the sight of you.
I thought you might be interested in these new patterns of prints!
I'm not interested in the patterns, the prints, or you! Got that?
Alright, alright!
Don't be silly Juju! Filipinho is always so nice to you...
I know, but I can't help it... I'm not interested...
...in the merchandise.
- Take no notice... - I won't give up...
She says 'no', but means 'yes', really!
- Good afternoon, Mrs. Joaquina! - Good afternoon, Mr Anastácio!
- Where are you off to in such hurry? - I'm going to Oporto!
I'm going to Oporto! I'm going to Oporto!
It's daddy!!
Mr Anastácio? Now what?
Hey?! What are you doing here?
Me?! Hello, how are you?
It's none of your business, how I am!
- How I am?! Let me by! - Sorry, I didn't realize...
Didn't you realize I can't stand the sight of you, either?
- What do you want? - Me? Nothing!
I mean: I wanted to know if you're going to Oporto after all!?
- Of course I am! - To watch the great victory...
...our victory. - Our victory. Well said.
It'll be no less than five-nil.
Six! We'll slaughter them.
Here's hoping!
Filipinho, I'd even...
Come in my friend, come in.
If the lions win, Filipinho...!
Put those books down, man!
If the lions win... Sit down.
If they win, I'll go mad and do what I normally do
when I don't know what I'm doing!
Oh, Filipinho!
What a day it'll be tomorrow!
Carlota, Carlota!!
I'm telling you: A great day!
What's up, man?! What's happened?
- How are you? Alright? - Hello, Mr Filipinho. Sit down...
- Are you going to Oporto, after all? - Listen to her!
Why shouldn't I?
No way would there be a Lions' final without me,
cheering them on!!
- They wouldn't even win without him. - It'll be eight-nil, then!
Nil? Two! Two nils!
You bet! Let's drink to the lions.
Go get the cherry brandy and a couple of glasses.
- Not for me, my liver... - So much the better, I'll drink...
it'll be two-nil.
That's right, Filipinho!
- Have you got a ticket? - Yes.
- I mean, someone's getting me one. - Ah! So, you've got one then.
No, not yet...
It's a friend of my sister's boyfriend,
whose brother-in-law lives opposite one of Sporting's directors,
who said he'd get it today. - Well, mine's in the bag!
And tonight... off to Oporto!
Santos should soon be here with the train ticket.
Will you excuse me, Mr Anastácio?
- What do you want? - I wanted to ask you something.
I haven't got time now. I'm off to Oporto.
Mind the dishes!
- What did she say? - I didn't get it.
What a game it's going to be, Mr Filipinho!
It sure is! A great afternoon...
I can just see them: The ball's put into play...
...ours go forth like lions... - And they are...
Canário receives the ball, and passes it to Travassos...
Tavassos dribbles to Guilhar who makes a long shot
to Vasques. Vasques receives the ball and passes to Albano...
Albano passes to Jesus Correia... Jesus Correia centres, and Peyroteo,
completely on his own, runs to the goal and shoots...
- Excellent, Mr Anastácio! - Goal!!!
Oh, my God! What happened?
- But what's this? - Mr Anastácio has just scored.
And now, my friends, as we agree, and to end,
I recommend, once more the utmost care and discretion...
Don't forget we're being watched,
and an indiscreet word could ruin it all.
Don't worry, Captain...
As long as they don't get their hands on the plans...
or find out the code, there'll be no problem.
I think so too...
However, we cannot be too careful!
And when shall we meet again, Captain?
In about 20 days, as soon as I get back from Paris. I'll let you know.
Here are the documents, Captain. And good luck.
Thank you.
- Good night, Captain. - Good night.
If we don't see each other before, good journey, hope all goes well.
Thank you. See you.
Are you coming from Mr Anastácio's?
Yes, Captain, go straight up if you want to speak to him,
because he's off to Oporto this evening.
- Of course, he wouldn't miss it... - He's a lion, Captain.
Yes... But it's not him I want to speak to. It's Miss Juju.
Oh!
- She's not going. She's upstairs... - Thank you.
Not at all.
Which hotel are you going to after all, Anastácio?
A hotel for one night? You must be mad!
- Will you at the stadium then? - Am I hell!
I'm going to Barata's. It's cheaper.
Barata's?! But you don't even know each other!
- But you and the girls do. - Eh!
We were with them in Caldas for a few days. They won't remember us...
- Mr Anastácio, can I? - What do you want again?
I've told you I'm going to Caldas!
To Oporto!
Fingers crossed!
The dishes...
- The dishes... - What did she say?
Lmagine Barata's expression when you walk through his door?
I don't see why!
Didn't he say: "When you go to Oporto there's a house at your disposal?"
Yes, for me and the girls...
Well, there's only me going now. So much the better for him. See...
- I think it's silly... - Well, nothing can be done now!
I've telegraphed saying I'd be arriving tomorrow.
And then... heck! I know how things are done.
I won't just say: "Here I am for you to feed and provide a bed".
- Aren't you taking him anything? - Yes.
I'll give him your regards, and love from the girls...
they'll offer their house... and I won't even look back.
- You'll accept? - I'll accept, thank them and stay!
Mr Anastácio!
- What do you want? I've told you... - I know, you're off to Oporto.
But before you go, the Captain's outside and wants a word.
- The Captain? - Yes, sir.
- You go, Carlotinha. - Me? In this state?
You go while I get ready and warn the girls.
Captain!
So, you're paying us a visit?
- Would you like to take a seat? - Thank you. I can't be long.
I've only come to ask Miss Juju for the usual favour.
I know: Look after your house and take care of the birds. Of course!
Branca!!!
- Juju!! - We're coming, daddy.
You'll have to excuse them, Captain. These girls today...
Sit down a bit.
- I must apologize for this request. - Don't mention it!
You don't ask, Captain, you order!
- No, not order. Command! - Thank you.
- Another trip, then? - Yes, all in a day's work.
- To America again? - No, my dear friend.
The twenty years I spent there were more than enough.
I almost forgot how to speak Portuguese.
No. I'm going elsewhere now.
Funny... I'm travelling, too.
I know, I know. And I hope your Sporting wins.
Thank you, Captain, but it's in the bag.
Yes!
With Azevedo in goal, Peyroteo won't score.
Peyroteo?
Pardon me, but Peyroteo is a Sporting player.
- I thought he was a Porto player. - Peyroteo is from Luanda!
- Is he black? - He's "green".
- Green?! - He's a lion, like myself.
- Lions are green. - Good afternoon, Captain!
- Good afternoon, Branquinha. - How are you, Captain?
How are my dear neighbours, Branquinha and Juju?
- The Captain is here... - They've already guessed.
Every time I come here I give you trouble...
Do you know what this means?
That I'm to look after your home, again.
Which is quite a sacrifice for her!
I can believe that. Do as you please. It's your house.
How long for, this time?
Who knows! Sailors are so erratic.
And now, if you'll excuse me. I have a lot to do before I leave!
We'll see you out.
Mr Anastácio, I'll wish for five-nil!
May God hear you.
I'll even put flags in the windows!
- Good afternoon. - At your service.
Five-nil.
- May I, Mr Anastácio? - What do you want?
Mr Anastácio...
...I'd like to...
...I need to go up North. - Up North?
It's only for five days.
Only five? Five or more.
- I can go then, can I? - "Five" of course! Alright girl!
Thank you, Mr Anastácio!
Five-nil.
Don't worry, Rosa. I'll get it.
- Is Mr Anastácio in? - Yes, he's expecting you. Come in.
- Well, what's up Mr Santos? - There aren't any tickets left.
They were sold out in a flash.
- Oh, my God! - No tickets?
- Don't tell me! - Yes, not one!
Oh? No? I won't put up with that!
Calm down!
It's disgraceful, that's what!
No tickets? What kind of a country is this
that doesn't have tickets, nor trains
to take the Sporting fans to Oporto? Sit down.
And they say there's no money! You want to go and have fun,
and there are no trains, no cars, no needles or threads.
- What's wrong daddy? - Sit down.
And it's only me! What kind of railway is this
that can't manage one more passenger? You can't make any plans!
How can they think of a bridge over the river Tagus?!
Calm down, you might have a fit or something.
I really wanted to see this match and there are no tickets.
But there are the "nouveau riche" to fill the trains.
It's true! Mr Santos, aren't there boats?
Boats!
I'm the one who's missed the boat!
May it rain ever so hard that the match can't take place. There.
Goodness! Heavens!
Attention, please!
The train service to Oporto, where the great final
is taking place tomorrow between Sporting Clube de Portugal
and Futebol Clube do Porto, is extremely well-organized.
No-one will miss it for lack of transport.
Liars!
So, you were convinced that we, the underprivileged,
would also be entitled to some fun?
We're condemned to seeing others enjoy themselves and having fun.
- Always the others. - Don't talk rubbish, girl!
It's not rubbish, mummy. Look at Rosa, for example,
off she goes with her boyfriend. By car, for that matter!
What are you saying? Rosa?
Eh? Eh? What's that?
Rosa going on a trip with her boyfriend?!
But who gave permission for such shamelessness?
You did, daddy.
- She says you let her go for 5 days. - Me?!
I don't remember. She must be making it up.
Rosa!
Rosa!!!
Go on up to your room. I have a couple of words
to say to that girl. - But... daddy!!
Up you go. Go on!
How can she? By car, with her boyfriend. How dreadful!
So, I'm not going but she is!
We all eat from the same table, or not at all. So, no-one's moving.
- If you'll excuse me, I'm... - No you're not, you're going nowhere!
- But, Mr Anastácio... - I said you're going nowhere!
And will you please leave me alone?
- Did you call, Mr Anastácio? - Yes.
Come here.
Yes, Mr Anastácio?
So, you're going for a drive with your boyfriend, eh?
- So I am! Yes, sir. - No, sir, you're not.
- But we're only going... - No, you're not.
No-one's going. We're all staying.
But I've already told Miguel I was going...
Now tell him you're not... Better still: I'll tell him.
Are only the two of you going?
- No, ma'am, the car's going, too. - See what I mean?!
- How old are you? - Twenty-five.
See?
You're a minor, I don't want any fooling around.
You tell that imp to come and speak to me now.
I'll do just that!
The dishes!!
What did she say?
Nothing. Take no notice.
If you'll excuse me, Mr Anastácio?
No, I won't! I said no-one's leaving.
- Heck! - Yes, Mr Anastácio.
Scoundrel.
Leading a young girl astray. A girl from an honest house.
This can't be serious.
- Oh, it's you. - Yes, it's me.
- Is Mr Anastácio ready? - I don't know. He's mad, that's what!
Mad? What are you saying?
That's what I'm saying. I'll break him in half and strangle him.
I don't want any dating in this house. Only by letter and from far away.
God forbid!
- Mind what you're going to do. - I'll break him in half, I said.
Here comes that dandy again.
How many times do I have to tell you this isn't a milliner's?
- No it isn't. - What are you doing here then?
- I'm taking you to the station. - To the station?
Are you making fun of me, or what? Don't you know there are no tickets?
They sold them all out just so I wouldn't go to Oporto.
- What? You're not going? - No, I'm not!
And neither are you.
- Mr Anastácio, for God's sake! - Oh, my God.
- Mind your own business! - Oh, Mr Anastácio?
Oh, my God, what's wrong daddy? What's Filipinho done?
- For God's sake, leave the boy alone! - I've told you you're not going.
But, Mr Anastácio, if no lions go, we'll lose.
Lose?
That's true. Go on, then. And do me a favour.
Take note: Go to Barata's house. Do you know who he is?
No, sir.
- Do you know where he lives? - No, sir.
- Well, tell him I can't go. - Yes, sir. I will.
You will what? Where? You nincompoop.
Don't be like that, Juju.
Take no notice, Miss Branca. I don't mind.
Go on, then.
Simão Barata. Avenida da Foz, 146.
There you are. There'll be no mistakes now.
Ungrateful girl!
- What shall I tell him? - Oh, yes!
Tell him I can't go, because I'm very ill.
But make it sound serious. Tell him I'm really ill.
That I broke a leg or two. Ah, leave it to me.
I'll find you an illness you won't easily get rid of.
- God forbid! - Don't worry, Mrs Carlota.
- Well, goodbye everyone. See you! - Goodbye. Have a good journey!
- Have a good journey! - Thank you.
If he doesn't believe you, tell him I died and was buried yesterday.
Don't worry, I'll arrange a big funeral.
Just listen to the tale I have to tell him.
Be careful, though, don't overdo it, because he's a tough one.
Oh, is he?
Those are the kind I like. There's no messing around with me.
You'll see.
- May I come in, Miss Branca? - Please do.
Daddy's in there.
- May I? - Come in!
What's up, then?
I sent for you
so we could have a chat from man to man.
- Yes? I'm at your service. - I am an honest man.
I'm not one for games, nor do I allow anyone to make fun of my household,
which is serious, do you understand? - Who says otherwise?
You. You don't say it, but you make fun of me. Not of me,
but of my maid, who is like family. Do you understand?
Like family.
So that's why you haven't paid her salary in four months.
Now, you must forgive me,
but with broken crockery and burnt food, if you add it all up,
I'm the one who's losing out! Me! - So the rest of her work is for free?
What work? She spends all day outside chit-chatting to you!
All she's doing is eating and sleeping in this house.
If you're not satisfied, pay her and tell her to leave, then.
I'll tell you to leave, now! Out! Get out of here.
- What's that? - No-one touches this.
No-one touches this.
- Are you a Sporting fan, too? - Yes, and it's a great honour.
- You're a lion, too? - From head to foot.
You're one of ours.
Give us your hand. If you're a lion, you're a good man.
Sit down here, "Mr Lion". Pardon, Mr Miguel.
- If you'll excuse me, then. - What a surprise. A football mate.
You can say that again. When I was a lad I played outside left.
A lion, outside left. Say no more! You're OK.
I thought you'd be on your way to Oporto to see the lads.
- Don't even mention it. I was late. - What? You missed the train?
No! There aren't any tickets. They grabbed them all.
This is the biggest disappointment of my life, I tell you.
- Honestly. - Well, Mr Anastácio,
just because there's no transport doesn't mean you won't see the match.
- How? There aren't any tickets. - I have to go to Oporto, you see.
In Casaca's car. - You're going to Oporto?
- And if you want to make use of... - You'll take me to Oporto?
God, I can't believe it!
And, if you don't mind, I'm taking Rosa too,
to introduce her to my parents who live up North.
Of course. Rosa's going too. Why shouldn't she?
- Are you serious? - A lion's word.
Rosa!
Carlota!
I'm coming, I'm coming!
Mr Miguel this is a big favour I...
What favour?! I'm glad to help, Mr Anastácio.
First, because you're such a nice person, and then you're one of ours.
Ah, what a great pal!
Carlota!
Carlota.
- Oh, dear God! - What happened?
- What's this? What's happened? - Nothing's happened.
Mr Miguel's going to Oporto with Rosa and was kind enough to invite me.
- What are you saying, daddy?! - With Rosa?
By car to Oporto, alone with the maid?
Are you mad? Do you think I'd allow it!
- But I'm going, too. - So what! I'm not.
- How silly. - Mummy's right!
- Come on, don't spoil the fun. - Spoil the fun. It's not right.
Be quiet.
You can tell they're lionesses.
Miguel, you have to convince them.
There is a way to get round things. We could take your missus, too.
Ah, now you're talking. If I go...
Well, the three of us are going then. Go and get dressed.
What about us? Are we staying at home alone?
- I'm not staying. - What? Who's the boss here?
- I'm no slave. - Nor am I, so there.
- Where are you manners girls? - Be quiet, for God's sake!
But... Mrs Carlota. Miss Branca. Miss Juju.
We can't understand each other like this.
At last.
Let's go slowly.
Mr Miguel, can't you manage to squeeze one more in?
Yes, but...
- You won't be very comfortable. - It doesn't matter. It's only once.
Let's go and pack. We're all going to Oporto.
- Now I'm happy. - Great, daddy!
Come on girls, be sensible. Let's get things ready.
Wait.
- I've just remembered something. - Oh, no.
It was all going so well.
Where will we be staying in Oporto?
- Where? At Barata's. - At Barata's house?
- That's not possible, daddy. - Not possible, why?
Barata thinks we're rich folk.
At least that's what I've been making out in my letters to his son.
So what? Lovers' lies.
- But which may compromise us... - She's right, of course.
We'll carry on saying we're rich, then!
- And Mr Miguel can give us a hand. - Me?!
Yes. Easy. Just tell those people that your boss's car is mine.
And we might even be able to get rooms for the two of you.
For your chauffeur and the maid.
I get it "boss".
That's it. See? It's all arranged: A car and a chauffeur.
So, I'll be here tomorrow at seven o'clock sharp, with the car.
Great.
And now if you'll excuse me, Mrs Carlota...
See you tomorrow, Mr Miguel.
- Goodbye, Miss Branquinha. - Good night, Mr Miguel
- Good night. - Goodbye, see you tomorrow.
Mr Miguel, please! Please pretend you're in your car.
Please, Mr Anastácio, this is your car.
Rosa!!!
Rosa!
- Can I help you? - See your Miguel to the door.
- See you tomorrow, Miguelzinho. - See you tomorrow, Mr Anastácio
What did he say?
But, what's going on?
I convinced him. The whole family's going.
The whole family?! Oh, bother. You've spoilt everything.
As they say, we can't relax like that.
Never mind, you won't be missing out.
If it's easy in Lisbon, it's a cinch in Oporto.
- See you tomorrow, Rosinha. - Goodbye, see you tomorrow.
Honestly, don't you think it's embarrassing
to show up at Barata's house with this tatty thing?
- I think so, too. - Especially if we're so rich.
- We'll say it's an antique. - They can see that.
By antique, I mean it's very dear to us. It's from some grandmother
of some past century, when trunks were used.
That were taken from place to place in Vasco da Gama's ships.
It looks more like it's been taken from flee market to flee market!
- This piece of junk will spoil it all. - Bother!
Where do you want to take your clothes? In a bag?
The girls are right.
But being right isn't much use now, what we need are suitcases.
- With those, we'd better not go. - What?
- I'd even go in a loincloth. - I have an idea.
What if I fetched the Captain's cases?
- Are you mad? - That's taking advantage.
Wait, wait.
- The Captain's cases? - And quite elegant they are, too.
Elegant? Think about it no more. Go and get them.
- Can I go? - Ok. Don't even look back.
Hello. Are you calling Juju?
Hi there, Mrs Snow White!
But daddy, there are too many clothes now for three days.
Oh, bother!
Now, I don't understand you.
Are we rich or not? We have to make the most of it now!
That's typical of you! All or nothing.
Let me be a millionaire, woman, at least once in my life!
If we've got cases, why pull faces? See? It rhymes!
Wealth gives you talent.
See? No problems!
And it's all the best there is.
Hotel Ritz, Madrid; Majestic, Barcelona;
Palácio Hotel, Estoril; Dixie Hotel, New York...
Stop! Go and pack then. We have to get up early tomorrow.
Here, this one's for you. And this one's for you.
We're really going to impress!
Just look at how much we've travelled. Wonderful!
It's really worth it like this.
- What the hell is this? - Unimportant papers, I suppose...
Keep them in the wardrobe, just in case.
- It'd be better to throw it away. - Don't do that!
- Why take all this rubbish to Oporto? - Let me see. I'll take care of that.
- Good night. Sleep well. - Good night.
Now, get to bed because we're leaving at seven tomorrow.
All ready?
Off we go, Miguel!
- We'll never get there like this. - Be patient, daddy.
But if I paid for a ticket, I want to see it right from the beginning.
Come on, daddy.
I want to be there when our men go on to the field.
Can't you see the car can't move on?
- I'll move, then. I'll walk. - Walk? Are you mad?
- Stop the car, Miguel. - I can't, Mr Anastácio.
- Daddy! - Be quiet! Stop, Miguel.
Miguel come here!
Dear Miguel, take the family to Barata's house,
and wait for me at the Stadium. - Agreed, Mr Anastácio.
Are you in a hurry? Do the same as me.
Walk.
- Are you sure this is it? - Yes, mummy. I'm sure.
- Mr Barata? - Please come in.
One moment, please. I'll tell the lady you're here.
Yes, sir. What a nice reception. No airs and graces, you can tell.
Juju! Don't start with your jokes.
What a surprise! What a nice surprise!
Welcome, my dear friends.
We were only expecting Mr Anastácio.
- Yes, but at the last minute... - You all decided to come.
- And a good decision it was. - Eduardo!
Glad to see you so soon.
- Thank you. This is... - Say no more! Juju!
And this is Branquinha.
Well done. A shame it's the other way round!
- Sorry? - Yes, I'm Juju.
Really?
That's funny.
It's no wonder I get you mixed up. I only saw you for three days.
Are we staying here? Please come in.
After you, Branca. See, I'm not mistaken now.
- Here! - Thank you.
Simão isn't in. He's gone to the match.
He doesn't miss one.
Just like mine. He actually walked to the stadium!
Sit down, sit down.
Eduardo, let the girls have a seat, they must be tired.
Sit down, Mrs Carlota.
We came by car.
In our car, which is extremely comfortable.
What would you like to drink? Tea? Refreshments? A glass of Port?
Nothing at all, thank you. We don't want to be a bother.
Don't be silly.
Juju? Hot or cold?
- Again! Juju is my sister. - Take no notice.
Twice. Three times and I'll never speak to you again.
Juju, Branca, Juju, Branca...
- Did you call? - Yes, Conceição.
- Pour the tea! - Yes, ma'am.
Wait.
And then get the two rooms, on the first floor, ready.
- Yes, ma'am. - This may not be a deluxe lodging,
but I won't let you leave now. - Don't even think of it, Mrs Teresa!
We only came to say hello.
- Say no more. You must stay. - That's not possible, Mrs Teresa.
Daddy has already booked rooms at the lmpério.
- We'll call and cancel. - No! No!
Maybe Juju has a better idea.
- Let's wait for daddy, shall we? - That's right.
My Simão will be sure to convince him.
Alright. So be it.
You could at least say excuse me!
I did and you didn't, so I carried on.
- Are you blind? - I can't see my place, that's what!
Eh, do you mind, sir?!
If you don't want to be disturbed, you should have come later.
How clumsy. You nearly took my hat off.
It is polite to take one's hat off (for) a lady!
- How rude! - Are you going past, or what?
You're the one who's rude. That's what.
- Will you excuse me? - Please!
Here it is!
Porto, Porto, Porto.
Where have I ended up?!
Can't you see what your doing, you brute?
- You're the brute. I'll say so again! - Go away, you ignoramus!
This is for civilized people!
Civilized people? Are you talking to me? Repeat what you said!
- I'll repeat it any time you want! - Gentlemen, show a bit of sense!
Hey. What a defense!
It was bang on, wasn't it?
- Yes, it was. Thank you. - Not at all.
- A lion, hey? - No, sir.
- It's a corn! - He belongs to CUF!
In these 15 min. None of the teams managed to master the game,
so it's still nil-nil.
But Sporting is now attacking, with all the forwards moving on.
Albano receives the ball and passes it to Travassos,
who then passes to Peyroteo.
What a goal!
There you go, lions!
Here's a lion's kiss. Now, that's playing!
One-nil! They're really going to beat them!
Porto, Porto, Porto.
The enthusiasm caused by this first goal is still not over
and Porto attacks furiously putting Azevedo's goal in danger,
but the national goal-keeper can defend everything.
The situation in Sporting's penalty area is very precarious.
Porto is fighting hard to draw, and is continuously attacking.
Araújo receives the ball, and without any defense from Sporting,
runs straight towards the goal.
Goal!
Now, that was a goal!
It was handled!
Off with the referee.
It was Araújo's hand. It was clear! You're in it with them!
- Was it his hand or not? - It was my foot again.
- It was foot. You're blind. - Yeh, yeh...
Araújo will bring you lot from Lisbon down a peg or two.
We'll see. Not with foul play, though.
Hark at him!
Peyroteo is fighting hard for the ball
and, despite Porto's heavy defense, manages to get through...
...to Albano who quickly sends it flying to goal. Mariano dives
and the ball is deflected.
That's the end of the first half of the match,
and it's a draw. Sporting: 1; Porto: 1.
"Lover's Paradise Wine and Snacks"
- Here we are then. Well? - Yes, sir! Very nice.
- Is there a table free? - There's this one. If you please.
- It is so crowded in here. - All the better.
- This way no-one will notice us. - What would you like to drink?
- A lemonade for me. - And beer and olives for me.
- Lemonade and beer. - Right.
Doesn't it feel like we're already married, Miguel?
- Yes, it does. - And soon, it will be for real!
Yes, but you said we were coming to Oporto to sort that out...
That's right. So? Aren't we sorting it out?
- And where are the banns? - The banns are in Foz.
- In Foz? - Honestly.
Playing around, that's what you're doing!
Stop imagining things.
I even swore on my boss's health, who's like a father to me.
I don't know what I'd do if you cheated me! I'd shoot you!
Oh, good Heavens!!
See? What if I died now?
Say no more. Can you imagine: A widow before getting married.
God forbid!
Let's not talk about sad stuff, because today is a big day.
The ladies are busy at Barata's house
and, by now, Anastácio is going crazy with Peyroteo.
- You're supposed to pick him up. - There's plenty of time.
Look, the first half has just finished!
We've still got at least three quarters of an hour.
Only three quarters!?
- See what I mean? You don't love me! - Don't say that Rosinha.
You're the only woman I'd lose my head over!
Remember the first time we saw each other?
Of course I do. It was at the 'Poço dos Negros'.
I was queuing for potatoes.
That's right. That's when queuing became trendy.
And I carried your basket which, as a matter of fact, weighed a ton.
Fifteen kilos. I remember perfectly.
So do I.
I should remember! From Poço dos Negros to Estrela, it's quite a climb!
Then, when I told you my name is Rosa
you even made up a poem. - Really?
- I made you a poem? - Yes, you did.
It's what I sing when I'm washing-up.
Oh, yes?
Say it softly.
Of all the flowers, the most perfect.
Daisies apart.
A woman, a rose she is
And my Rose, a woman she is
And isn't it true, you silly girl?
Liar! That's how you caught me.
Maybe so you can get rid of me in the end.
What's more, you're a lion, and you were an outside left.
Speaking of which, the second half must be starting. And so it is.
The second half of this sensational match has started.
Porto starts with a furious attack.
- Azevedo with a great defense. - Sporting, Sporting, Sporting.
- Out, Out. Out, you scoundrels. - Shut up!
- Don't worry, they won't get killed. - Not killed, but hurt.
This isn't a football field, it's a battlefield, man.
- Send that brute off! - Hey, mister, don't get worked up!
- Can't you see it wasn't on purpose? - Oh, no?! They're laying into them!
You want to bring the boy down, that's what you want.
- Don't talk rubbish, you partisan! - You're the partisan.
- This gentleman is right! - Of course I am!
- What if I wasn't? I'm a lion. - You must be mistaken. You're an ass!
- Who's an ass? - Out! Out!
- Let's go for a walk in the garden? - Yes, let's.
Can I accompany you?
- Do you consent? - I have no choice.
As long as you don't speak badly of my roses,
which are the most beautiful ever. - Are they that beautiful?
Gorgeous! When they bloom, of course.
- See you later. - Goodbye. See you later.
Have fun.
- Don't you have a garden? - Oh, yes. The Garden of Estrela.
- It's quite near. - Oh, yes?
Well, when we first moved here, my Simão used to do the gardening.
Now, I don't know why,
using business as an excuse, he does all his 'gardening' away.
So does mine. He only comes home at dinner time.
- That's not good at all, Mrs Carlota. - No, it isn't!
Sometimes they forget their jacket, others, their umbrella,
then every so often they catch a cold. - That's not what I mean.
Remember, there are traps everywhere.
Women are more daring now,
and married men are much sought after.
Yes. So I've heard...
- But, you know, my Anastácio... - Don't tell me he's an exception?
I'll tell you, I honestly never thought...
That your husband once in a while...
Oh, my dear, I wouldn't be so sure if I were you.
Hum! I don't believe it.
My Anastácio is from other times. That he is! He wouldn't hurt a fly!
Off, off, off with the referee.
Are you blind, you ass?
Shut up, man. Let us hear the game.
You shut up, you scrounger. I paid. I've got my ticket here.
The game is still a draw one -one, and there are only a few minutes left
But Sporting is constantly creating dangerous situations for Barrigana,
who has been performing excellently.
At the moment, the forwards are forming up.
Vasco receives the ball, and despite the strong Porto defense,
quickly passes it to Canário, who passes to Travassos,
who, alone, shoots to goal...
Goal! Ah, what lions we've got!
Hurray for Sporting.
Take that!!
The little fellow's run off. Gone.
Just as well.
He crumbled with Travassos' "shot", otherwise I'd have shot him myself.
The match is about to end. Sporting beats Porto by 2-1,
in a true championship game, in which two adversaries are equal!
And with 2-1 in favour of Sporting this game has come to an end,
and will long remain in the memory of those
who watched this magnificent match. Rádio Nacional, ending our commentary
wishes everyone, ladies and gentlemen, a very good afternoon.
Se-por-tin-g, Se-por-tin-g.
Hurray for Sporting!!
Oh, heck! What a great game! Give us a hand!
Ouch! Jesus!
- Well, was it hand or foot? - It was hand, now!
See? I was right. Let's go for a drink on me.
- Is this it? - Yes, it is, boss!
Get the cases out of the car.
- Is Mr Barata in? - Yes, he is, sir.
- You are Mr Anastácio from Lisbon? - Yes, the very one.
Please come in.
One moment, please. I'll inform her ladyship.
Ma'am!
My Anastácio. Madam Barata.
It is a pleasure to receive you in my home.
Madam Barata, the pleasure is all ours.
- Please come in. - Oh, I don't want to be any trouble.
And if you didn't insist on our coming,
we'd leave a card and nothing more. - I'd never forgive you!
How could you come to Oporto and not be our guests?
Us? All of us?
Yes, Mrs Teresa wouldn't let us leave.
- Really? Good. - See?
A good job we're not staying long.
Four people, the chauffeur and the maid, six, and the car, seven!
- We're invading your home! - Sit down, Mr Anastácio.
Excuse me.
You're very well accommodated.
- Are there are no other residents? - This is our own house.
- And very proper. Yes, sir! - And there's a lovely garden, too.
My husband will show you round.
He's just got in from the match and is getting ready.
- Ah, he likes football too, does he? - He's so nice.
- You'll be delighted to meet him. - Of course, no doubt about it.
Miguel, look at that!
- No. It's from the Roman times. - They had pictures taken like that?
Yes. But before that, they'd take their clothes off.
Good times!
A very good afternoon!
Hey?
- Is this Mr Barata? - Yes.
My Simão.
Mr Anastácio, the husband of our friend from Caldas.
- From Caldas... - From Caldas.
Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr... Mr...?
Anastácio da Silva, at your service.
- Anastácio. - Call me Anastácio, it's friendlier.
Give us another hug, if you please.
Well, my friend Barata! Sit down, sit down. Make yourself at home.
There you go.
- Well, who'd have thought! - I'd say!
- In Oporto, then? - That's right.
I came to watch the Lions' victory! And what a victory!
- Yes, yes. And when are you leaving? - We don't know yet.
I've already asked the maid to prepare the rooms,
but Mrs Carlota says Mr Anastácio is set on going to the lmpério.
- Ah, it's a very good hotel. - So what?
I could never let our old friends from Caldas down.
No, I'd rather lose all the money I've paid,
but I'm not going to the hotel. - Don't do that!
But why? It would look bad if we didn't accept.
- Is that not so, my friend Barata? - Of course!
If you'll allow me, I'll go and give some orders to the chauffeur.
Of course, Mr Anastácio.
- Who would have thought?! - Careful.
Be very careful!
Don't be common! This is a posh house.
- Own house, hey?! - You understand, boss.
- But it's not right. - No, it isn't.
You can park the car and look for a place to stay.
- But I'll need some dough. - For the inn?
- I hadn't thought of that. - And to have the car washed.
What for? Lt'll only get dirty again.
- And then what if it won't work? - I'll have to walk.
Look, I don't have any change.
Hang on, Miguelzinho.
Barata, can I borrow a hundred escudos for my chauffeur?
A hundred escudos?!
I've only one thousand escudos notes, you see. I'll pay you back later.
- A hundred escudos, right? - Yes!
Thanks a lot, dear Barata.
- There's never any change nowadays. - Yes, I can see that...
Excuse me for a moment.
I'll have your cases taken up to your rooms.
- Do you need any help, Mrs Teresa? - No, no, of course not.
Only a hundred escudos? What's this, boss?
- You were saying? - Nothing, nothing important.
You can keep the rest.
- Would you like to come up with me? - Of course, ma'am.
Give us a hand, Rosa.
There! The chauffeur is sorted out, and the cases are in the room.
Now, let's relax.
Barata, have you got a cigar?
A cigar?
- It's hot, isn't it? - Maybe.
- I'm really thirsty. Aren't you? - No.
- Have a drink, though! - Don't even mention it.
My tongue feels like cork!
The water in Oporto is very good. Very pure.
And so is the wine. They even call it "pure wine".
- Conceição..."Ceição". - Yes, Mr Barata?
...get a glass of water, please.
- With ice? - Cold water! Good idea!
And bring a bottle of Port and lots of sugar,
it makes a great refreshment. - Yes, Mr Anastácio.
- Would you like some too, girls? - Of course they would!
Look, bring some for everyone.
Don't be afraid of pouring, girl.
Stop, it's full.
There.
- You're settled in! - And so are we.
- Have you got any matches, Baratinha? - I have everything.
Have a cigar, Barata. These are good you know.
Thanks. They're like mine.
Did you know Oporto, Mr Anastácio?
- Most of it. - Daddy knows all of Europe.
- I mean, we do. - Really?
- Yes. - Europe? The whole world?
- I didn't know. - Neither did I.
- I mean, all of it, completely. - One only has to look at your cases.
They're full of labels from the best hotels in Europe and America.
Ah, yes, the cases... the labels...
Many labels... but of all the countries we visited,
Italy fascinated me the most. - Ah, Italy.
- Do you know it? - No. No, I don't.
I really liked it, too!
- Did you see the ruins of Pompeii? - It was all ruins.
We went there after the war.
But it must have been quite a town before.
Yes, during Tito's reign.
Oh, and the Coliseum of Rome. Enormous.
We've got one, too.
Yes, the Coliseum of Oporto. But it's not as big.
It's not as big, but it's still whole.
Thank God we weren't hit.
Everything was destroyed over there.
In Rome you can't even go to the Coliseum now.
Everyone goes off to the cinema.
- Did you go to Venice, too? - Ah, Venice.
"La bella" Venice, with its gondolas.
The Plaza de San Marcos, the Doge's Palace.
- And the "Venice Rice"? - Ah, that one I know.
Well we had to go there to try it. But it was worth it.
- And what do you think, Branca? - I don't like travelling.
Don't you!?
Or rather, I don't like to go as far as my sister.
Silly, just to listen to Italian.
It's such a harmonious language, so sweet.
Speaking of which, pass me the sugar, please, missus.
- You speak Italian, of course? - French is enough for travelling.
- Ah, no. It isn't. No, it isn't...! - Yes, it is. It is.
I've known you for a short while. I'm not conned, now. Give me that.
But there's a lot to see in Portugal, too. Especially in the North.
- A pity you're not staying for long. - We could stay another fortnight.
I'll send a medical certificate to Lisbon, and that's it.
- A medical certificate? - Yes.
Daddy is very scrupulous, you see, and he wants the workers
at our factory to know he'll only miss work in case of illness.
- Yes, yes... - That's a bit exaggerated.
I'd rather not travel.
If it weren't for my liver, I wouldn't even go to Gerês.
He's been meaning to go to Lisbon for ages, and there's no way.
It's so far away. I'm not going.
When you go then, you know our house is at your disposal.
But, which one, daddy? The one in Estoril or the one in Lisbon?
- Both, of course. - No, no. Thank you. I'm not going.
I insist.
And we'll seal the deal with Port.
Very well. Good idea.
To our friend Barata's journey to Lisbon.
And what a journey, Mr Anastácio. What a journey!
- Good afternoon, miss. - Good afternoon.
- Is Rosa in? - She's getting the rooms ready
for your bosses. - Ah, alright.
So, you have someone to help you now?
Not really. It's double the work.
On my part...
...If I could relieve those beautiful hands.
Thank you. But this is not a job for chauffeurs who are gentlemen.
For you neither. You deserve better luck.
- That's what you think. - I've told you.
You'd have a great life in Lisbon. You only have to want to.
What? As a maid?
Of course, I'd find you a house in Estoril, with a good salary.
And bang...
...and that's how I crossed the Niagara Falls (cataracts).
So you didn't see the whole of America?
No, I didn't, because of the cataracts.
- Ma'am? - What is it, Conceição?
Mr Anastácio's chauffeur is outside waiting for his orders.
Is he? Tell him to wait.
No, no Mr Anastácio, tell him to come in. You shouldn't be troubled.
- Don't stand on ceremony with us. - Tell him to come in, then.
This evening, I'll take you round Oporto.
It has a lot to see, too.
Does it? What type of things?
The female type.
- Can I? - Come in, Miguel.
I'm at your service, sir.
Get the car ready, and top it up,
because we're going for a drive with Mr Barata after dinner.
- That's not possible. - Why not?!
Because the carburetor is flooded and the electrical system won't work.
So, it won't go just because the "electricity is flooded"?
It will, but you'll have to wait a "long half hour".
- Only half an hour?! - That's not all.
- I need three hundred escudos. - Three hundred escudos?
What did you do with the hundred I gave you earlier?
What did I do?! A car wash is fifty escudos.
- Jesus! - 50 escudos for a car wash!
Our home help charges eighty escudos to wash the stairs.
Take it or leave it. If not, you'll have to walk to Lisbon.
- Come on, Miguel! Don't get angry. - I never get angry, boss,
especially if I'm in a good mood. - That's good. You can go.
Yes, but what about the rest? You forgot.
Ah, the oil.
Barata!
I'm sorry, but could you lend me three hundred escudos?
I left my cheque book upstairs. So I don't have to go upstairs.
- Three hundred escudos? - Yes.
Well... One, two, three...
With the hundred from before, that makes it four hundred.
Thanks, Baratinha. I'll make a note of it.
- Here you are. - Good afternoon, boss.
At your orders.
Yes, sir.
Servants are full of it now!
What a manner of speaking! As if it's not your car.
- And so it isn't. - It isn't?
Well, with the socialism of some, and the selfishness of others,
it's all theirs. I feel like selling the car and the land,
firing the chauffeur
and going back abroad. - Ah, abroad!
- I feel sorry for proprietors. - That's true, Mrs Teresa.
But, despite that, I treat everyone equally.
What's mine, is mine. And what's yours...
...is ours.
There.
'I see, son, I see...
- Good evening, Mr Barata. - Good evening, João.
- Good evening, Mr Barata. - Good evening, José.
- This is dazzling. - If you please.
This friend of mine is Mr Anastácio Silva,
a great businessman in the capital.
My pleasure! I've heard of you.
Oh, you have? You can't travel incognito, anymore.
Just pretend you don't know me.
- Just in case. - Don't worry.
Buenas, rico.
- Me alegro que hayas venido. - Calm down, Lolita, calm down.
- Es un amigo tuyo? - Yes, He's an ambassador.
- Ui. Un embajador. - A commercial ambassador.
- Anastácio and Co. - But the "company" is missing.
- Do you understand what I mean? - Si. Si. Quieres una chica, no?
Que mono!
I'm not moaning yet, but bring the chica and you'll see.
Esperate. Oye, Carmen!
- Que pasa? - Quieres servir de embajadora?
Como no? Encantada.
'Olé. Caramba'. This can knock down any business.
Acercate, chica.
Con permiso!
- Yquien es el embajador? - Moi. Je. Mui. Yo.
Dios mio. Parece griego.
I am a little griego, but it's my nerves.
- Sente-se "osté" guapa. - Con permiso.
José, José.
Bring some "Viúva Clicquot" champagne. For everyone.
- "Viúva Clicquot"! - Yes.
Yes, sir!
Fantasy or reality
Between one and another, one must hesitate
I prefer other truths, myself
- I dream - And dream
And dream
And day and night, time goes by
If life is beautiful...
Pleasure flies, love dies
Longing is all that is left.
Girls, it's time.
- Whoever invented watches? - Someone who had nothing else to do.
We were having such a good time here.
Don't forget you have to get up early.
Oh, yes. I want you to see Oporto before lunch.
Can Oporto only be seen on an empty stomach?
Go on. Go and rest. Good night.
- Good night, Mrs. Teresa. - I'll see you out.
- Good night. - Good night, my son.
Good night.
- Good night, my Sleeping Beauty. - Goodbye, my Prince Charming!
- See you tomorrow, Branca. - Good night, Eduardo.
What's wrong with you? You don't seem very happy.
And I'm not! Should I be exhilarating after hearing so many lies?
- Juju, you've lost your mind. - Don't be silly.
Can't you see that these Baratas, from mother to son,
are a bunch of "angels"? - Oh, Juju! I don't understand you.
- Weren't you pen-pals with Eduardo? - That's exactly why.
I told him so many lies, that these aren't important now.
- But lies, why? - Well, it's so good being rich.
You can't imagine what I told him about us.
I made up a life that I really wished for us.
But can't you see that sooner or later we will be found out,
and Eduardo won't see who you really are?
What do I care? I'm not interested in him at all.
- Why correspond with him then? - Just to pass time.
Well, that was not very nice of you.
And you weren't loyal to Eduardo, who's an charming young man.
Yes, yes, sure he is.
Let's go to sleep.
- Good night! - Good night!
Zeferino!
- Zeferino! - Eh? What is it?
- Can you hear that noise? - I can't hear anything. Let me sleep.
There's someone in the Captain's house.
You're mad. Always dreaming of burglars.
- Can you hear it now? - Leave me be, woman.
- Can't you see it's a plane? - What plane?!
Come on, get up. You're afraid. That's what.
- Yeh, yeh. - I'll go on my own, then.
Wait there.
This isn't a woman, it's the devil!
- Come on, you sluggard! - What sluggard?!
What an obsession. I've already told you it's a plane.
I think I can hear footsteps.
See, you thick head? Didn't I tell you it was a plane?
- But it's stopped. - Yes! Perhaps it's crashed.
I'll send the Captain a telegram tomorrow, just in case.
We've been deceived, the documents aren't here.
Besame, Besame mucho.
Como si fuera esta noche La ultima vez.
Besame mucho...
My taxi.
Que tengo miedo perderte, mi vida, Otra vez.
Come on, Juju, try and hurry up.
It's time. We won't have time afterwards.
There!
Come on, you boring lot.
Let's not make Oporto wait.
- Goodbye, mummy. - See you later, madam.
- Goodbye. - Have fun.
Do you think they were with other women all night?
Do I think so? I'm sure. What did you want them to do?
I don't know. I don't know Oporto.
But I do. There are Spanish women everywhere. It's dreadful.
What did he say when he got home?
- He used your husband as an excuse. - And mine used yours.
I noticed Anastácio smelt funny.
- Oh, yes? What of? - I don't know. It's not usual.
He smelt good.
Say no more then. Those things are recognized through scent.
A very good morning.
Good morning, Mr Anastácio.
So, did you sleep well last night?
I slept like a log. I feel as fresh as a cucumber.
And did you have fun?
Un poco. We rather did.
Barata is quite a cicerone. He took me sightseeing.
- Sightseeing? At night? - Yes, Oporto by night...
The cinema, the shop windows... We went to the Club.
And where did you have supper?
There's a restaurant in a street, where we had supper...
- You know, in a street... - All restaurants are in a street.
So they are, and funnily enough, so was this one.
- No. It was in two streets. - In two?
It was on the corner, you'd go in on one side and out the other.
Hello.
So my friend Anastácio is already here!
Of course. Did you think I was such a sleepy-head?
See, they're already treating each other like bosom buddies.
That's how it's got to be in close business.
So, where did you take Mr Anastácio last night?
Oh, yes. I took him to the English club.
- And on quite a "thorny" mission. - Thorny?
You didn't say anything.
Very thorny! But I didn't want to worry you.
Yes, it was...
What happened was that a widow turned up.
Poor widow. Poor thing. She was left high and dry.
And the two orphans?
They brought us to tears.
Those orphans! They brought us all to tears! It was like 'Orphan Annie'!
What fun they had.
But why did you come so late? It was past five in the morning.
Well, they started telling us their story.
- "Nosotras hemos venido a Portugal". - Ah, so they were Spanish?
Orphans from the Spanish war. A disgrace.
- That's why you were so shaken. - Extremely shaken.
Because I'm not used to seeing that kind of thing, I lose it completely.
- Isn't it so, "Baratinha"? - Say no more.
I lose my mind and my money. I give it all away.
- I can imagine! - Right, let's leave it at that.
How about a cigar on the terrace?
Good idea.
Can you ask Conceição to bring us the chess board.
Yes, we're into chess(ts).
Hello! What a pleasant surprise.
- Pleasant, eh? You scoundrel. - Scoundrel, me? Oh, Rosa.
Well, everything's finished between us.
But it hasn't even started. What's got into you?
You still ask? Damn the day I set foot out of Lisbon.
Heck!
- There must be trouble there. - Yes, with that other one.
Do you think I don't know?
What other one? Hit the brakes there!
Do you think I can steer two cars at once? Put your hood down!
Get out of here. Go on off to the 'Casino do Estoril' with Conceição.
Oh! Now I get it.
- But who told you that? - She did, you booby.
Come here. Don't spill any more petrol.
- Wipe your glimps and give us a kiss. - Go kiss that other one.
No-one messes around with me.
But, Rosa, you know very well it's you I love.
- Is it? - I swear to God.
If that's true then, get the car and let's go straight to Lisbon.
- Are you mad! What about the bosses? - What bosses? We're the bosses!
- They can walk if they want to. - But, Rosinha...
I've told you! I'm not staying here another minute.
And if you're not coming, I'm going on my own.
- How? Are you walking? - No, by train!
The first thing I'm doing when I get to Lisbon, is to write to your boss.
And give him all the details. - That's not very loyal.
Nor is it loyal you cheating your boss, cheating me...
...and cheating that other one!
Alright, no so fast. Go and pack your stuff.
We'll leave for Lisbon today.
Don't you think the missus suspected something?
- Maybe. - Mine keeps sniffing me.
- So does mine. - Naturally!
We were smelling of licentiousness miles away.
What is it?
There's a man outside with an urgent message
for Mr Barata. - An urgent message?
- Yes, sir. - For me?
- Yes, sir. - I'm coming.
- Will you excuse me? - Oh, Barata!
- What's up then? - I believe it's a mix up.
This gentleman says he has a message from Anastácio da Silva.
- From Anastácio? - Exactly.
He says he's suddenly been taken ill and can't come to Oporto.
- What the heck?! - He's in bed, poor thing.
Lame and feverish.
See? You sooner catch a liar than a lame man.
- Yes, lame! I saw him. - But who are you?
Filipe da Costa, better known as Filipinho.
Nah. I'm sure there must be some mistake.
This Mr Anastácio is a rich bloke, a proprietor.
Rich? Poor thing. He's a clerk at the Town Hall.
- A clerk with a car?! - A car?!
Only if it's the streetcar from Estrela, and only when it's free.
So, he's not the owner of an estate in Azambuja and a house in Estoril?
Estoril? The Anastácio I'm talking about is a poor soul.
It's the lame one, the one who's in bed.
Barata. Ol' pal!
- It is this very one! - If it isn't Filipinho!
What are you doing here?
I've come to give your message.
"That you were in bed, with a fever and dying". Wasn't that it?
Damn the...
Ah, what a prank! And he fell for it.
Ah, a prank? So I guessed. And you were all in it.
- All in it. Us? - Yes, yes. Now I understand.
Imagine that they asked me if you had a car
and an estate in Azambuja! - Yes. What a good prank.
You were not expecting this, right?
Well, now everything's explained, Filipinho, you can go.
- Any messages for Lisbon? - No, thank you.
- To your wife and daughters? - Say no more. Goodbye.
Go away!
- What was that mix up, then? - A very simple mix up.
This lad wants Juju's hand.
Oh!
So us, rich fathers, have to defend our daughters from dowry hunters.
Dowry?
I don't understand.
I made this poor soul believe that the lass has nothing, you see.
So, if he marries her, I'll be sure it's for love.
Well done, Mr Anastácio.
Well done.
But why the hell did you tell the lad you were very ill,
almost dying? - Because he won't leave me alone.
I have to hide the car, the property...
You know, pretend I'm a poor soul, which is something I hate.
Now I get it all.
But that's not possible, Mr Miguel.
What do you want us to tell this family?
I'm very sorry, Mrs Carlota, but you must understand
that if my boss gets back and I'm not in Lisbon, I'll lose my job.
- Are you sure he's arriving tomorrow? - I had a phone call.
I wouldn't mind staying another month if it was for me.
Yes, I know, two or three, even.
Dear God.
Well, I'd better warn Mr Anastácio and the girls.
It would happen to me!
Girls, come and help me pack. We have to leave immediately.
- What? - What's wrong, mummy?
- What's happened, Mrs Carlota? - What are you saying? Leave?
Yes. Miguel is in the kitchen waiting for orders.
Explain yourself, for God's sake. What the hell's got into you?
Please excuse me, I'd like to speak to my husband in private.
Come here.
- Bad news? - No. Nothing important.
I mean, my partners in Spain are arriving in Lisbon tomorrow
and I'd completely forgotten! - What partners?
- Real flesh and blood ones. - Oh, I understand. Cattle business.
There's a lot of money in that now.
But you have to be careful. Mustn't get caught!
If one gets caught, one may end up with "mad cows".
Come on, girls. Let's pack.
What a nuisance. I'll help you.
You go and help daddy.
If I must... Let's get it done.
See you soon.
Shall we go, Branquinha?
- Branca! - Eduardo!
Don't be sad. We won't be separated very long.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry. I don't have the right to be sad.
No. You only have the right to trust your happiness.
Happiness... Where can I find it?
In our future home.
Listen, Eduardo, before I leave, I want to ask you to forget me.
There is something that will keep us apart for ever.
Branca, I don't understand.
We haven't been honest with you.
My sister, with her high and mighty airs, and my father led by her,
all of us,
we've been pretending to be what we aren't.
No, Branca!
I heard nothing but the truth from your lips,
and your eyes always searched for mine
to correct Juju's strong imagination and your father's fantasies
- You know I'm poor then? - I know you are rich in virtue,
and that is why I love you very, very much.
As one loves only once in a lifetime.
Eduardo. I'm scared. I'm scared of such happiness.
Don't worry, Branca, in a week or two I'll be able to get away.
I'm going to Brazil. I want to take you with me. Please say yes.
Eduardo.
- Goodbye. Thank you very much. - Have a good journey.
Goodbye, darling. Have a good journey.
Right, stop the sloppiness. Branquinha, off we go.
I'd like to meet again, but here.
Gosh, you think of nothing else.
- There you are. - Thank you, miss, good night.
Goodbye, good night.
- A telegram for you. - Oh, my God.
"Brazil called. We leave next week."
"Must get married Sunday. Sail next day. All arranged."
"Going to Lisbon Thursday with parents. Love. Eduardo."
Hurray for the couple. Hurrrraay!
I'm so happy, my dear child.
Congratulations. Congratulations.
Well, didn't I say so? Let's toast the couple's health.
- Carlota, get the cherry brandy. - No, it can't be.
What's wrong, child?
What do you think it is? It's happiness, my child.
- No, father. It's shame. - Shame? But why?
- Speak up, girl. I don't understand. - Don't you understand
that those good people are going to find out all our lies?
That's true. I hadn't thought of that.
But who could have guessed it?
- We're doomed. - I told you so.
Damn the day I went to Oporto.
I was bewitched by football and sacrificed the family's happiness.
- There's no need to exaggerate. - That's how it is.
I'm the only one to blame. I'd have died if I hadn't gone to Oporto.
I swindled everyone, just to see the match!
Now, the match has long finished, and the consequences remain.
I should be ashamed of myself!
- How could I?! - Daddy, don't torment me further.
- It was mainly my fault. - No! I was the only one to blame.
You're a poor girl, desperate to live your life.
It's natural. I'm the one who should have sense,
who should be ashamed.
- What shall we do, now? - I don't know.
- Run away, disappear... I don't know! - I do.
- My idea will fix everything. - Another lie?
- It's needed. But it's the last one. - No, no. No more lies.
Let's hear what she has to say. We have no choice.
The Captain is away for a long time.
We can welcome the Baratas at his house, as if it were ours.
Oh, what a great idea. It's brilliant!
Only you could have thought it up.
For God's sake!
- Eduardo already knows I'm poor. - But his parents don't.
And if they find out all these lies, they'll be against the wedding.
- Ah, that's for sure. - I don't know what to do.
Do as I say. Your happiness is worth a lot more that a lie.
- It's only one more... - Yes, but it's a big one.
What if they find out?
Don't worry, because you have nothing to lose
The day after the wedding you're off to Brazil with your husband,
and we'll sort ourselves out.
I'll chivvy dad Barata along.
As for the car, I'll arrange things with Miguel.
- Madam Barata. - Thank you.
- So, here we are in our hut. - Very nice, very nice.
Miguel, you can put the car away, I won't be needing you today.
- As you wish. - After you.
- Dad, come up slowly, it's high. - High? It's a first floor.
First floor?!
After you.
- Here we are to trouble you. - Oh, I'm so glad you're here.
How are you, Mrs Teresa? Mr Barata...
Come in. Let's greet inside.
Yes, sir, very nicely accommodated.
Beautiful house.
- Please...! - No. There's a lot to see here.
Not really. Only souvenirs.
I wasn't expecting this.
You never told me you were in the navy, Anastácio, my friend.
- The navy? - That's right.
Daddy hardly ever talks about it, ever since he retired.
Well, you know, I was once a man of the sea, too. Honest.
- I started my life fishing cod. - Ah, cod. Yes.
Simão, forget that story. How boring.
And I can still tell you the name of each ship.
Look. This for example, is a two-masted schooner, isn't it?
Exactly. You guessed.
Here are both masts and the windlass in the prow. See?
Yes, I can see I'll be 'wind-less' in the prow!
It's a good boat, but it's not worth a pinnace to me.
A pinnace? You mean a penny.
A pinnace! The other two-masted ship.
It's better because it has more rope for hoisting and has a good jibsheet.
You're right. I am in deep sh...!
This seaman's language is very picturesque, isn't it?
Yes, it is Mrs Teresa, it certainly is!
How about getting back to mainland, so you can see the rest?
- Let's go through to the parlour. - Good idea.
Oh! But this is a museum!
Heavens, just look at all this!
Come on, 'Baratinha'. Don't make fun of poverty.
If you'll excuse, I'll just go and give some orders in the kitchen.
Nothing fussy. I know what these things are like.
Sit down, sit down.
African carvings, spears, lances.
But there's a shield (escudo) Missing there.
Yes, my 'escudos' are often missing. They disappear.
It's not a shield, it's an oil painting that's being restored.
But as there is no oil to be found, the picture has gone, too.
- Can it be restored? - It depends on the "restaurant".
Oh? But if you'll excuse me, I'll carry on admiring these wonders.
Please do, Mr Barata.
Baratinha, this is not my house.
It's yours.
You, I trusted. You know I've never lied to you.
But when I heard your parents might not have agreed to the wedding
when they found out the whole truth, I was completely distraught.
Don't worry, it was better this way.
I'd rather my parents ignored everything, too.
- This is horrible. - It's the eternal human comedy.
Half the world cheating on the other half.
Well, let me go for a few moments.
- Are you leaving? - There are things to be organized.
Remember, we'll be married in three days' time. See you later, darling.
See you.
It was with this rifle, as a matter of fact.
- Watch out. - Don't worry, it's not loaded.
Sr Anastácio, don't make me suffer any more. Tell me.
I was waiting for the beast one afternoon, where it went to drink.
It was a very dense jungle.
- I waited at the corner. - At the corner?
I mean I watched out of the corner of my eye
and soon after, there it was. Striped,
the ounce went straight to the water.
- Oh, how frightening. - Let us hear.
- I climbed up... - Watch out, daddy!
I climbed up a coconut tree, and remained on the look out.
Below, the beast drank undisturbed, in the Limpopo Basin.
It was a "superior" ounce.
The moonlight was shining directly onto it.
It was a solemn moment.
It was either me or the beast.
I aimed at the creature's eyes. They were like a couple of lights.
Certain I wouldn't miss the target, I crouched,
and it was right there, in the basin.
- Oh, my God. - Darling? Sweetheart!
- What's this? - What happened?
- Oh, man, you're all black! - Of course.
I've been hunting in Africa.
Oh, dear God. It must be the police.
Really? How appropriate. Never mess with a desperate man.
Let me go by, Mr Barata, please.
Who's there?
- Ah, so there's someone in? - Yes, there is. I am.
- But I heard a gunshot. - Of course you did.
I was trying to scare the burglars away.
- Ah, they were burglars? - Yes, they were.
I said so that night, but my Zeferino insisted it was a plane.
- I'll get the police straight away. - The police? Are you crazy!
- The Captain doesn't want a scandal. - But who'll look after the house?
Me. I'll settle in right now, with my family and friends from Oporto.
Very well, Mr Anastácio. At least I can sleep in peace like that.
So can I.
Let me pass, Mr Anastácio.
- But where are you going in a hurry? - I'd rather the streets than prison!
- Prison? But who's cooking dinner? - Whoever's eating it.
- But, Rosinha, come here... - Have a good day.
Dinner. Who's cooking dinner?
- What is it? - The dinner that was ordered.
Dinner? Is this witchcraft, or what?!
"Nah", there must be a mistake.
Pardon me, but that's the gentleman who ordered it, coming along.
- Eduardo?! - Yes, it was me.
Come in, come in.
- What's that? You're all dirty. - Dirty, me?
I must have changed colour because of dinner. I wasn't expecting it.
Ah... Could I have a couple of words with you in private?
Of course, I'm at your disposal. Please come in.
Mr Anastácio, I apologize for meddling in your business.
Now, now... My business is your business.
My future son-in-law is like a son to me.
So I thought; so, I took the liberty of ordering the reception.
Good for you.
And, as I had that in hand...
- You paid for it. How good of you. - No, that's not it.
As I was saying, I also ordered lunch and dinner
while we're here. - Really? What a great idea.
I understand that with such a hasty wedding the ladies won't have time
to deal with the kitchen. - Well thought.
- But I'm paying. - Of course.
You already have.
Look, the receipt is in your name.
Ah! So, if they've received, they've nothing more to receive.
No, they don't.
Give your father a hug, son.
Well, mum? That's not fashionable any more.
Well, it was very elegant in my time.
What about the house? Are the servants taking care of it?
Relax, man! Juju is making a sacrifice by not going to church...
Naturally.
Imagine there's something missing when the Captain gets back.
Don't even mention the Captain, or I'll "capsize".
I can't wait for this to be over, and the souls can return to their bodies.
- That will be on Judgement Day. - May that day be here soon,
because we haven't been judging very well.
Calm down. It's nearly over, daddy.
Don't upset the girl. Let her enjoy the wedding!
Right, let's go.
You're mother-in-law must be furious by now.
Thank you, my people!
Mrs Joaquina!!
Miss Juju!!
Miss Juju.
Hands up.
Go on.
Bring everything here.
Hands up.
Face the wall.
- What's this? - Careful, Juju!
There are burglars in the house.
- Burglars, Captain...? - Yes. Unfortunately I was too late.
They took some very important documents.
- Some documents? - Yes. Some green files,
and some blue paper rolls. - Were they in a case?
- Yes. Do you know where they are? - I've got them.
They're upstairs in my room.
- Are you sure? - Absolutely! I'll go and get them.
Can I go then?
- Who are you? I know you. - Yes, you do. I'm Filipinho.
Cashier at the haberdasher's. How are you?
Very well, thank you. But what are you doing here?
I was...
I mean, I wasn't... Or rather, I was.
I came to chat up Miss Juju.
- If that was all, you can go. - I'll leave now!
Here they are!
Are these the ones, Captain?
Precisely.
I'll never be able to repay you for this favour.
Yes, you will, Captain.
What's the matter? What's wrong?
Nothing... The Captain's back!
Oh, dear God.
It's over.
It's the end.
God's will be done.
Go forth, Lion.
- Here I am, Mr Anastácio. - Ah, it's...
- My sincere congratulations. - Oh, yes? Thank you very much.
And to you too, Mrs Carlota.
- Thank you, Captain. - You must be the groom's parents?
- The "parents" and the mother. - Ma'am...
I'm Captain Castro e Sousa, an old friend of the family,
and I didn't want to miss this engagement party.
Pleased to meet you.
I hope you have an eternal honeymoon.
That's how I dreamed of you.
Captain, may I introduce you to my partner and his wife.
Ma'am.
Pleased to meet you.
Please let's go into the parlour. Let's have a glass of champagne.
Good idea.
If you please Mrs Perpétua, Mr Caldeira...
The bride and groom, first.
A moment please, Captain.
That's just what I was going to ask you for, a moment.
First of all, let me thank you for the brilliant idea you had.
Brilliant?
Ah, the chandelier... I'll explain.
Don't worry. I know all about it and about how much I owe you.
How much you owe me?
Captain...
Don't belittle your gesture.
If you hadn't taken the documents away from this house,
Only God knows where I'd be, now.
Oh, the documents in the case?
These are debts that can never be repaid.
Oh, Captain!
You know that I'm a true friend.
But let me explain.
I know; the episode with the burglars, the gunshot.
- Juju told me everything. - Then, you must know more than me!
So, you can relax,
and this house is yours until the Baratas leave.
Mine?
Yours!
You swear?
Yes, I'm sweating!
Goodbye.
Have a good journey!
Eduardo, if you see any lions there, bring me a small one,
to take with me to the matches. - Alright!
Thank you, Miguel. You're what's known as an outside right.
Open-handed, for friends, Mr Anastácio.
There. From a lion to a lion.
Thank you, boss.
Anastácio, the Captain is waiting, to say goodbye.
Coming. Coming.
I'm sorry Captain, and thank you for everything, once more.
- Thank you Captain. - Let's not mention it again.
You're such a nice pal.
Oh, really?
Speaking of which...
If you'll excuse me, I need to say a couple of words to Juju.
- To me? - Yes, to you.
- Would you like to come in? - Of course!
Go on up. I won't be long.
Excuse me.
So, here we are.
At last.
Our dear home.
Even if it's poor, it's still our home.
Daddy! Mummy! Come here quickly!
Oh, my God. What could have happened?
Hurry, hurry.
- The canaries have escaped. - Stop being silly and get a move on.
We're coming, dear, we're coming.
- What's wrong? - What's happened?
Daddy, mummy. Great news. The Captain...
Such news isn't given here, halfway up the stairs.
Please come in.
Translation: Helen Carter Subtitles: CRISTBET, Lda