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