Under The Volcano

[Symphonic:
Modernist, Folkloric ]

[ Continues ]

- [ Villagers Singing In Spanish: Mourning ]

- [Bell Tolling ]

-[Singing Continues ]

- [ People Chattering ]

[ Children Chattering]

[Singing Continues ]

Anda, perro. Quitese!

[Whimpers ]

[Mariachi In Distance ]

[Vendors Calling In Spanish ]

[Flute:
Festive ]

[Dog Whimpering ]

Buenas tardes.

[ Whimpering Continues ]

[ Peter Lorre ]

Why are you afraid of me?

I love you. I love you.

You came to life for me.

Don't you know me?

[ Continues, Indistinct]

[ Foreigner]

Buenas noches, doctor.

- Ah. Buenas noches, senor Geoffrey.

- Buenas noches.

Just in time. Exactamente.

The ingles is always by the clock.

You go to the Red Cross, I think.

[Movie Score Playing, Muffled ]

Mm-mmm. It's good.

Very good.

[ Chuckles ]

But, no, there is something wrong.

I know, senor.

You have no socks.

Quite. No socks.

With that esplendida vestimenta,

there must be socks.

- You want I should bring you?

- No. Gracias. Not necessary.

By the way, senor Bustamante,

did you find any letters -

cartas - any letters addressed to me?

No. No, senor.

I find no letters for you.

What letters have you lost?

From my wife.

- [ Speech Slurred ] From Yvonne.

- [Woman In Movie Screams ]

You have heard from her then.

What does she say?

Is she coming back to Mexico?

No. I don't think so.

I'm sorry to see you apart.

I have always great admiration

for senora Yvonne.

I think she comes back.

She writes to you,

then she will come back.

I also received a letter

from her lawyer.

It seems we're divorced now.

Uy, amigo.

- Is this true?

- Yes.

It's true.

- [ Whimpering ]

- [ Woman In Movie ] Let me go!

-I promise to come back.

-[Lorre ] You are lying.

- No!

- You won't come back.

-[Lorre ] You hate me. You despise me.

- [ Woman ] No. No.

[ Woman #2 ]

Liar! Hypocrite!

- [ Murmurs ]

- [ Piano:
Frantic ]

Las Manos de Orlac.

The Hands ofOrlac, no?

It's a good story.

A man is a pianist,

but loses his hands under a train.

Is given him another,

but they are the hands of a killer.

Uh, these hands murder people.

But his heart does not,

and he's very, very sorry.

Some things you can't apologize for.

[ Lorre]

The fate of all the world is changed, I think.

[People Laughing ]

Only in Mexico

is death an occasion for laughter.

[ Chuckles ] On Day of the Dead,

when their spirits come back to us...

the road from heaven

must be made- made easy...

and not slippery with tears.

[Brass Band Approaching ]

[ Festive]

[Dog Barks, Whimpers ]

Sorry, old girl.

They won't let you into this occasion.

Your gown's cut far too low.

- Good evening, sir.

- [ Geoffrey] How are you?

- How are you?

- You know the doctor.

Poquito de brandy.

Poquito de anis.

Poquito de tequila.

Mmm. Poquito de whiskey.

Poquito de mezcal.

Oh, no, no. No mescal.

Never touch mescal.

I'd go thirsty

before drinking mescal.

[ Laughs ] Is loco.

Mescal is just the tequila of the poor.

[ Belches ]

Mescal is for the damned.

Oh, good Christ.

Last blast of diplomacy coming up.

- Buenas noches, senor Firmin.

- Buenas noches.

I wish to introduce to you

Herr Krausberg, German attach.

Herr Krausberg, Mr. Firmin.

Former British Consul to Cuernavaca.

It's a great pleasure for me

to meet you, Mr. Firmin.

- Same, I'm sure.

- Un cocktail de champagne.

I hope your next, uh, post

will be as beautiful as Cuernavaca.

- Nothing next. I've retired.

- Oh, have you really?

"Cut is the branch that might have grown

full straight," or something like that.

I'm going to stay on here in Mexico.

Oh, how fortunate for me.

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