Corda Bamba, historia de uma menina equilibrista (2012) - full transcript

MARIA'S TIGHTROPE

Maria.

Come on, sweetie.

Maria, my child.
Come on and bring your bag.

Let's get going
or we'll be late, sweetie.

- See you later.
- Bye.

Maria, say bye.

Gosh, I hope
we didn't miss the bus.

My stomach is killing me.

Foguinho, you can't handle
fire eating anymore.

But I'm not sure
about my magic yet.



Keep practicing, then.

Watch out.

Are you hungry, sweetie?

I have some cookies
here in my purse.

So sweet!

Keep this for me, dear.

My word!
These feet are killing me.

If I only knew,
I'd have changed shoes.

My goodness.

- Barbuda.
- Number 70.

Hold on, Foguinho.
I'm looking for the place.

Look, I did it!

Didn't I tell you I had it?

You'll be a great magician
someday, honey.



We're here, Maria. Number 70.

- What floor?
- Fourth.

Shall we?

Come on.

Howdy, we're going up
to see Mrs. Maria Cecilia.

Let me see.

Lovely.

Come on.

Hi.

We're here.

Here?

- Let me see.
- 403

We're here, sweetie.

It's a party!

Ring it.

Come here.

Don't worry.
Everything will be all right.

Barbuda loves you.

Barbuda, honey.

Darling, I've missed you!

It's Quico's party.

He's staying with me
for a while.

Do you remember Quico?

Why didn't you tell me
she'd be arriving today?

We thought it'd be better
to wait a while.

You could've told me.

Mrs. Maria Cecilia,
the circus is on the road.

We didn't know exactly
when it would stop nearby.

Nearby! We walked
almost for two hours.

- You live pretty far away!
- Fine, I see.

What really matters
is that you're here, my doll.

Let me look at you.

You didn't grow much
in these past fewyears.

Let me see your face.

Come on.

You look so much like -

Mrs. Maria Cecilia.

Here are her things.

- Is this all?
- Yes, ma'am.

Come on, Maria.

- Darling.
- Here, sweetie.

Excuse me.

Quico!

Maria is here.

- Look at her beard!
- "Her"?

Careful, kid!

What, you think
my wife's beard is fake?

- Is she really a woman?
- Yes, sir.

Don't you mind
that she has a beard?

I sure don't.

And she doesn't mind
that I'm a fire eater.

- You eat fire?
- I do.

Do it for us.

Eat it! Eat it!

Gather 'round
for my amazing trick!

I am about to take
this wooden match

and light it!

Let's hear it!

Eat more fire!

Just one more time,
if you please.

Do not try this at home.
It's dangerous.

Playing with fire
means you pee...

In bed!

Eyes on the fire.

That's enough, Foguinho.

We have a show tonight.
Your stomach can't take this.

He's not feeling well, kids.

I have to call it quits!

That hurt a little
on the way out.

- What's this for?
- Careful!

You're going to break it!

- Don't pull it like that, son.
- What's it for?

For balance.

Maria works with us
in the circus.

No, no.

From now on,
Maria doesn't work anywhere.

She will simply
study and play, right?

What kind of work?

She walks along a high wire,
way up in the circus ring.

That was in the past.

This whole business
about Maria in the circus

is all done.

She uses this parasol

to help her balance
on the tightrope.

Are you her mother?

No, I'm her godmother.

- What about you?
- I'm her godfather!

Take our picture.

Right, that's enough.

Can you walk for us,
just a little bit?

Walk! Walk!

Just a little bit, Maria.
Please.

Do you want to walk?

Want to walk the tightrope?

- Who likes magic here?
- Me!

You're about to see a trick
by Foguinho the Magnificent.

Wait right there.

This is a very special box.

It came from
a very serious land.

- Do you see anything inside?
- No.

It is a magic box, you see?

When I go like this-

A rose for the pretty girl!

Can we get some applause,
kindly?

You'll share this room
with Quico for now.

This is all yours, my darling.

Do you like the room?

It's really high.

Put your things away, darling.

What is the matter?

There's a whole closet
just for you!

We're used to it
Mrs. Maria Cecília.

At the circus,
we don't get a lot of room.

It doesn't matter, my love.

We'll get you settled in later.
There's no rush.

Enjoy the party.

There are so many kids here,
and so many sweet treats.

Go on over to the living room.

Go play with Foguinho
and the kids, sweetie.

Barbuda will be right there.

She's so quiet.

She's been lately
always thinking...

- Thinking about what?
- Like I'd know!

She won't say a thing.

It's like she's thinking
really hard about something.

We think...

We think that Maria
doesn't remember a thing.

- What do you mean?
- She won't talk about it.

We tell her about things
like you and your house,

but all she says is
I don't remember.

Foguinho thinks
she doesn't want to remember.

If you ask me,
she simply can't.

What did she say

when you told her
it was time to live with me?

She said she wants
to stay in the circus forever.

I see.

We explained that
this is not possible,

'cause she is too little
to work by herself like that.

She didn't like it one bit.

I'm no educated woman
like you, Mrs. Maria Cecflia,

but I'm very candid
and say what's on my mind.

It's a crying shame
that Maria can't stay with us.

You're her grandma,
and you have the right

but I think she'd be happier
with us.

The magic rope trick
requires great concentration.

- Are you concentrating?
- Yes!

My assistant Maria
will give me a hand

for the magic rope trick.

Maria, pull very hard.

- Are you very concentrated?
- Yes!

Let go, Maria.

Foguinho, we're late.
There's a show tonight.

Thank you.

- Bye-bye.
- Bye, kids.

Is it time already?

Show us another trick,
Foguinho!

No way, we have
a show coming up tonight.

Do the box again.

Kids, didn't you hear me?
We have a show tonight.

Bye, kids. All the best.

Everything will be okay,
my sweetie.

Give me a hug.

Barbuda loves you.

- Bye, kids.
- Bye.

Here.

For you.

Maybe you'll need it someday.

It's yours now, Maria.

We promise that whenever
the circus is around,

or close enough,

we'll come visit you, okay?

Look out for her, Quico.

Maria, let me go.

Be good, sweetie.

Bye, kids.

My ring fell into the sea

and it was lost to me

the waters gave me a seashell

as a present for you

Come on and eat Maria.

Do you still like
chocolate milk?

Yes.

So...

Didn't you like the nightgown
I bought for you?

But it's so pretty.

I've picked your school.

I'll take you
to meet the principal.

She wants you to take a test.

But I've always studied!

In the circus?

Mom taught me.

Your mother
was a great student. She'd be...

I want to go
back to the circus.

I want to go home.

Let's get Quico out of bed.

I'll take you to the beach.

No, I want to go home.

Eat your bread.

What are you looking at?

Nothing.

Do you see anything?

I'mjust looking.

Maria, when you're
back in the circus someday,

can you take me along?

I want to see you
walk the tightrope.

Look, Marcia.

I made this for you.

It's beautiful.

It used to be my favorite toy.

Whenever it rained hard,
I set it in the water

to watch it
float down the gutter.

I stared as it floated away.

Take me to the circus.

What about your mother?

She can't tell me
what to do anymore.

Going back still scares me.

Maybe it's best
if I keep as a painter.

You're an artist.

You belong in the circus.

Young man,
I regret to inform you

that this love will not last.

How do you know, mom?

Have you ever
truly loved someone?

Mom, dad!

Please.

Promise me you'll never
see my daughter again.

A promise is only good
if you shake on it.

Don't squeeze that hard.

Just promise you'll never
see my daughter again.

I promise.

I promise that every morning,

the first thing I want to see
is Marcia

and the last thing
I want to see at night...

is Marcia.

I promise that I'll never
let anyone get between us.

Let my hand go!

I promise to accept
all we suffer together

and truly enjoy
all we live together.

Let go!

I promise to never think
that I'm better than her

nor that she
is better than me.

Marcia, tell this man
to let my hand go.

I promise to use my own life
to give Marcia a good life.

Don't squeeze it!

And if I must,

I promise to give my life
to save hers.

Get out at once!

Marcia, where do you think
you're going?

I won't let you date
any... low-class.

Date?

We're getting married, mom.

I'll never let our daughter
marry a worthless man.

Hey, I'm right here!

It's me!

Mom, dad! I'm here!

Maria!

Maria!

Get back, Maria.
We're too far up!

Don't yell, Quico.

You'll wake everyone up.

Get back here, please.

Did you like
the private tutor?

Math is a little hard.

If you have any trouble
here in school, Maria,

you can see me.

Let's meet your classmates.

- Come on.
- Wait...

Get the ball.

You get it!

This is howwe walk.

Can I try?

No, Quico!

That's not how you do it.

You look beautiful, beautiful...

Frontwards, backwards,
and slide...

and a smile for the audience,
you look great, perfect!

I am ready to walk up there
with you?

The tightrope walkers,
Márcia and Marcelo!

- I Love you.
- Me too.

Barbuda, you look lovely.

Let's get going now.
We go in after the acrobats.

Foguinho, relax
or you'll throw me off.

Go away, great.

You look wonderful.

Maria, my love!

- Can I help you?
- Hi.

Grandma's here to see you.

Give grandma a kiss.

- Grandma?
- I didn't know you.

Ma'am, you can't just walk
into our dressing rooms.

The showis underway.
Please, get out.

- I'm Marcia's mother.
- What?

My apologies.

- I didn't know.
- Thank you.

Darling, your mother
never brought you for a visit.

I brought you
some very tasty treats.

Here.

Do you like it?

It's all yours.

- All of it?
- All yours.

Your grandma will give you
anything you want.

It's our turn.

Can you wait here?

Marcia will be right over
to see you.

Great, thanks.

Hang tight, sweetie.
Mommy is on her way.

The crowd is waiting, Barbuda!

There's more here, darling.

More?

Yes, and it's all yours.

Do you like it?

Let's take a walk
with grandma now.

What about mom?

Mommy is working.
She'll pick you up later.

Don't go!

Maria!

Where are you?

Hold on, Quico.

Come back already!

Now you can
blow out the candles.

Should I make a wish first?

Sure, my darling.

Help! Get me away from here!

Well done.

Let's eat the cake now.

Doesn't your doll get a piece?

She doesn't know how to eat.

You never talk to me.

- Talk about what?
- Anything.

I put together
this huge party for you,

yet you don't say
a word to me.

Tell me what's on your mind.

- When?
- Now.

Where is my mom?
Where is my dad?

What?

Where are my mom and dad?

- Time for your presents!
- Tell me, grandma.

What, darling?

Where are my mom and dad?

I told you already.
They left you with me.

Your mom and dad
have no time for you.

On the other hand,

grandma will make sure
you never go wanting.

- What's this?
- A gift for you.

- Another one?
- Won't you open it?

What is it?

I picked something different,
to see if you like it.

You hardly ever play
with your toys!

This old lady is yours.

When you feel like
hearing a story,

she will tell you one.

We can get people as presents?

She is the greatest
storyteller around.

Don't you like stories?

When you're tired of reading,

just say "tell me",
and she will.

Isn't that great?

Talk to my grandchild.

Hello.

How do they call you?

The Storytelling Lady.

Grandma, you can buy people?

- Is it expensive?
- Depends, I guess.

Are there people stores?

There's no such thing,
my angel.

So how did you-

You're impossible when you
get something in your head!

You want me to talk, right?

Talk, not ask.

It's time for grandma
to get some rest.

Stay here and play
with your new toy.

Don't be shy.

When you want a story,
all you have to do is ask.

Bye.

Don't you want
to get out of the box?

Can you tell me a story?

People story or animal story?

Happy or sad?

A thriller, comedy or horror?

Made-up or real?

A story about people. Your story.

Mine?

- Don't you have a story?
- Sure.

- Can't you tell me?
- I guess so.

I was born, and I had
a lot of brothers.

My mother used to tell us stories

so we should not
think about eating.

Then I grew up, got married

and had a bunch of children.

I told them the same stories
my mother used to tell me.

I grew old, my husband died

and one by one,
my kids went away.

So I kept reciting
stories aloud to myself.

I told them in the streets.

Some of the passers-by
liked them

and gave me some change.

One day, your grandma
came up to me and asked:

"Would you tell your stories
to my grandchild for food and shelter?

She said I could eat
myself sick, if I wanted.

I agreed, so they put me
in that box.

Before they closed me up,

I asked if I'd get paid
on the spot.

"Once my grandchild
opens her present,

you can eat," she said.

Well, that's my story.
May I eat now?

- You may.
- Now we're talking.

I'll start here.

This is good.

Can you tell me why grandma
married the 4 of them?

Mrs. Maria Cecilia always
liked to pick her husbands.

She also liked
to boss them around.

She was so bossy
that they all left.

The one she really,
truly loved

was the one over there,
with the mustache.

Maybe because he was the one
who picked her.

Soon enough, she got bossy.

Told him to get rid
of the mustache

and told him to stop working,
which he didn't like.

When he left her, he said:

"I'll come back when
you quit bossing me around!"

Mrs. Maria Cecilia
got really sad.

She decided that
from that point on,

she'd care only
for her granddaughter.

Only her, and no one else.

Me?

- You. Can I have some more?
- Sure.

Are you okay?

Wake up! Say something!

Wake up!

Grandma!

Say something.

What's the matter, darling?

My present died.

- How come?
- She ate too much.

She never had enough to eat,

but there was too much here.

Don't worry, my doll.

Don't cry.

Forget about it.

No, grandma.
I don't want to forget.

Wake up, Maria.

Get up already.

Get up!

What's the matter?

- I'm leaving.
- So soon, Quico?

When are your parents
coming for you?

I don't know.

Did you ask grandma?

- Bye, Maria.
- Bye, Quico.

Don't step on the lines,
Barbuda.

Goodness, Maria!
I don't know if I'll make it.

Look, the cotton candy man.

Spin it around.

This one.

- We have a winner.
- Two reais.

- It's cheaper in the circus.
- Life is expensive these days.

I want a piece of this cloud.

Look at the seagulls, Maria!

Can we shoo them away?

- Want to get your feet wet?
- Yeah.

I've missed you so much!

- Are you doing okay?
- Yeah.

- What have you been up to?
- When?

All this time!

I've been looking out the window.

The window?
What were you looking at?

Just looking, Barbuda.

I see.

How are you doing in school?

The principal says
that I'm behind, Barbuda.

Behind? How come?

Didn't you showher
how you can read?

How you can draw, write
and walk the tightrope.

Didn't you tell her

that your mom
made you study every day?

Don't worry, sweetie.

You'll get the hang of it
in no time.

Don't worry about that.

I miss you already!

I hope the circus
comes by Rio de Janeiro again.

Next time, I promise
I'll bring Foguinho.

Come on, my tightrope walker.

Barbuda.

Can you take me
up there someday?

Ask your grandma.
She'll take you.

I want to go with you,
Barbuda.

Can you take me?

- Mom!
- Maria!

My daughter.
Where have you been?

Maria, don't go!

Don't leave me alone.

- Dad!
- Maria!

- My baby, I missed you!
- I'll tell Barbuda!

Where did your grandma
take you?

Teach me how to walk
on the tightrope.

I want to be part of your act.

- But you're so little!
- Yeah, honey.

Come on, please.
Teach me!

We'll think about it, okay?

Always remember that.

Aim at a spot ahead.

Focus, and you won't fall.

On the tips of your toes,
then slide.

Gently, just like that.

Yes.

Arms out and smile.

Smile to the crowd
that's here to see you.

Good, Maria.

Did you see, Marcia?
Our little acrobat!

Very good.

Next, try it with the parasol.

Grab it either here or here.
Find the best grip.

Elegance.

Where's that smile
for the crowd?

- Beautiful.
- Use your arms.

Steady waist.

She has a knack for it.

She got it from you.

Ladies and gentlemen!

Gather round for
the extraordinary debut

of the world's
youngest tightrope walker.

Maria!

Please talk to them Barbuda.

Forget it, Foguinho.
No time for changes now.

The act hasn't been announced yet.

- But we're set on it.
- You can change your minds.

Can't you see
the place is packed, Barbuda?

They're all here
to see our act.

Come on, Marcelo.

- He can't make you do this.
- Don't go, Marcia.

- Is Maria in this?
- Of course not, she's out.

It's time, Marcelo.

We'll be watching
from the front row, okay?

Come on.

I'll never leave
the circus again.

I'll be with you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
boys and girls.

Keep your hearts in check.

At last, we have come
to our finest attraction.

The incredible
tightrope walker couple:

Marcia and Marcelo!

See the heights they reach,
ladies and gentlemen.

Please, be absolutely silent.

Tonight, they will perform
without a safety net.

I want to leave!
Let me out, please!

Let me out!

No!

Dear Barbuda,

I received your letter,
and loved the invitation.

I wish I could go with you

to stay with your brother
in Bahia.

Isn't he the fisherman
who lives by the sea

in the middle of a palmfield?

But I can't go now.

School is back,
and grandma won't let me.

But on my vacations,

I want to see you,
and Foguinho as well.

Can you write me back?

Can you tell me where
the circus will be?

Barbuda, I have something
to tell you.

I remembered everything.
Everything.

At least I know now.

And as the days go by,
I get more used to it.

Kisses, Maria.

Come on Maria, you don't want
to spend your life on a tightrope...

I like it, grandma.

MARIA'S TIGHTROPE

Done by (c) dCd / January 2014