Don Quixote (1992) - full transcript

In a place in La Mancha whose

name I don't want to remember

some time ago lived a nobleman

with spear,

old leather shield, thin old horse

and running greyhound.

Our nobleman was about

50 years old.

He had a robust constitution,

thin, with a lean face,

was an early riser and friend of hunting.

Some people say that he had

the nickname of Quijada o Quesada

but there are some differences

in the authors that write about this.

But this is not important

for our story.

The important thing is that

everything is true.

And this aforementioned

gentlemen,

when was idle, that's to say

almost everyday,

liked to read chivalresque

novels with so much love...

that he forgot the exercise

of hunting

and management of his estate.

And was so great his curiosity

and foolishness, that sold...

a lot of land to buy

chivalresque novels.

And that way, he took to his

house as many as he could.

But he preferred the ones written

by Feliciano de Silva.

Because he liked very much

the clarity of his prose and

his intricate sentences.

Even more when he read those

amorous compliments and duels,

where was written in many

places:

The reason of the injustice that is

made to my reason,

weaken so much my reason

that I have a reason to complain...

about your beauty.

With this ideas, the

poor knight lost his mind.

And tried to understand them

and to decipher their meaning.

But even Aristotle would have

been unable to understand them,

if he would have resuscitate just for that.

The high Heaven that with

your divinity,

divinely with the stars

fortify you...

and make you deserve

what deserves your...

nobility.

And this way, he thought

the most estrange idea...

that never was thought in the world.

And he decided to become a knight

errant and to go all over the world...

with his arms and his horse

in search of adventures.

And to solve any kind of

problem and to run a lot...

of risks so that solving it

he had an eternal name and fame.

And the firs thing he made was

cleaning some weapons...

that belonged to their

grandparents.

They were covered in rust and

patina and put in a corner.

Then, he spent four days

thinking in a name...

for his horse.

Because the horse owned by

a famous kinght must have...

a known name.

And, finally, he called it

Rocinante.

A name that he thought was, high,

sonorous and important.

After that we wanted to think

in a name for himself.

And he spent with this

thought eight days more.

And at the end, he decide

to be Don Quixote.

Then he realised that he only

needed one more thing,

looking for a dame who

fall in love with.

Because a knight errant without

a love was a tree without leaves.

And body without soul.

In a place close to his

there was a good looking farmer,

and he had been in love with

her for some time,

but she never knew this,

of course.

Her name was Aldonza Lorenzo,

and he gave her the title of lady

of his thoughts with the name of

Dulcinea del Toboso.

Then Don Quixote talk to

a farmer,

a good man, if this can be

said of...

a poor man but very stupid.

And he insisted and promised

so much, that the poor farmer

decided to go with him

and to be his squire.

I hope, Sancho, that we have

some adventures.

If this happens, you'll make fortune

very quickly.

And you'll be a very rich man.

- Really?

- Believe me, Sancho.

I believe you but for me

the most important thing is...

- What is it, Sancho, my friend.

- Look, my lord...

Talk without fear, Sancho.

My isle, the one you promised me.

You must know that the knights

errant used to make...

their squires governors of the

isles they won.

And I'll do the same.

Or even more.

Because they used to

wait until their squires were...

very old to give them

some title.

But if you live and I live,

it may be that I win very early...

a kingdom with others

attached to it.

And I could make you king

of one of them.

And don't you think that this

is strange, because...

to these knights happen

so many things...

that I could give you easily

more than I have promised.

There were some knights, like

the famous Amadis de Gaula,

that gave to their squire

the title of count.

Jump. Come on, donkey, jump.

My donkey is different.

Jump, you stupid.

Come on, Sancho. But I expect

to exceed all them in generosity.

Do you see this fertile land?

You could own it in a few days.

I don't like it too much, sir.

I prefer the isle.

Since the time of the

round table,

the order of knighthood

extended.

And in it were famous, besides

the brave Amad?s de Gaula,

the valiant Belianis de Grecia...

I, the same way that these

knight, walk this land...

to help all the needy.

And those knights, did they also

give isles to their squires?

You'll have an isle, Sancho. The bad

days that are waiting for you...

will be generously rewarded

with the land you'll have.

And if I were a king

my Teresa would be a queen,

and my children princes.

And who doubt it, Sancho?

I doubt it, because my Teresa is

no good as queen.

Countess will be better for her.

And that with some help from God.

God will give her the best

thing for her.

But you should be at least

governor.

I've always been very

good at that.

Besides, you'll give me

all that I need.

You're right, Sancho.

But, before looking for isles,

we have to look for adventures...

to gain name and fame.

This way, when we arrive

to the court of some king,

I'll already be a knight known

for his actions.

You're right.

And when we come into the city,

everybody will follow me saying:

"This is the one who defeat

the giant Brocabruno"

and the people will lean out

of the windows.

Damn it! An infernal machine!

That monster has kidnapped

a princess!

But I'll save her, Sancho.

Wait, sir, don't be mistaken.

It's just a Vespa.

Stop, you rogue! Stop!

Madam, I'll save you from

this evil machine.

Set that princess free.

Who is this madman?

Don Quixote de la Mancha.

Knight errant, and servant of

Dulcinea.

Look, knight-errant,

let me pass.

- You're under the spell of this thing.

- Don't be stupid. Go away.

- You're bewitched, madam.

- Go away, mummy.

Oh, you heartless, I'll skewer you.

- Sir...

- This guy is nuts.

Poor wretch, how can you treat

this way your saviour?

He's crackers.

And promise me you'll go to

the Toboso and will talk...

the beautiful Dulcinea

about my heroic deed.

I'll skewer you, damned.

This is too much. Go away.

You're free.

If I'm free you're going

to come with me.

And you're not coming back

until I pass.

- How you dare...?

- Be careful, sir.

Poor maid. You're

definitely bewitched.

Let me go, Morgana.

Let me go, you evil.

Take care, madman. Go to hell.

Sorrows were made for

the beasts, not for the men.

When men suffer them too much,

they become beasts.

You should show that

gallant spirit the knights have.

You must start moving, stand up

and start walking.

It's no use being here seated

sighing?

Firs we go running everywhere.

And then you seat here thoughtful

in this lost place.

Okay, do whatever you want.

I swear God that I'll live the life

that lived the marquis of Mantua.

And who is that?

The noble marquis promised

not to eat...

and not to be with maids...

and other things that I don't

remember,

until I take my revenge on this

infernal machine.

That marquis would drink a lot of wine.

- I've made a promise.

- I'm glad.

I'll fast until I was worthy

of Dulcinea's love.

Forget that promises.

They aren't healthy.

I relinquish food - Not me.

And you, Sancho, will relinquish

wine.

You shouldn't make promises

in my name.

Silence!

Oh, flower of the knight-errantry.

Oh, shinning light of the arms.

Let's hope to Almighty God, that

the people that try to...

get in the way of your heroic

deeds...

never get what they desire.

Oh, Don Quixote de la Mancha.

Light and mirror of the kight-errantry

of la Mancha, and the first

that in these calamitous day,

took up the exercise of arms

and of solving problems.

Listen.

It's...

You're tiring me...

What a day. He is starting to

pester me.

But I'm talking with my donkey,

with the plants.

Not whit you, for Pete's sake!

Ay, Lord. If I knew at least

where are we going.

Gee up! You could have warned me.

All right. I lift your

penitence.

Wait until the story of the incredible

deeds we are about to...

stage, sees the light.

And what about eating?

A spiritual food will be

the golden age,

where deeds worthy of being

cut in bronze will see the light.

Wouldn't it be better that you

forgot the penitence?

Oh, you, wise man who must be

the chronicler of this story.

And don't forget mentioning

Sancho,

even though you prefer the

big names.

Su mustn't forget either

our hunger.

Oh, beautiful Dulcinea del Toboso,

you are lucky of...

having a knight at your feet.

I'm at my feet to.

- A knight thirsty of love.

- And Sancho, thirsty of wine.

- Begging on his knees...

- Something to eat.

- Oh, blessed...

- Blessed, who?

- Blessed you, oh, century.

- Blessed are the sausages.

Blessed century that see the birth

of Don Quixote de la Mancha,

matchless Dulcinea's slave.

My God, Don Quixote has

split his head open.

Oh, lady of beauty.

Effort of my weaken heart.

You, my sweet enemy,

must look now...

with your noble eyes

at this captive knight,

who is living this great

adventures for your beauty.

- I don't understand anything.

- Don't you, Sancho?

And nevertheless is simple.

It means that your master is

still fasting.

Fantastic.

Don't you think that I'm

doing this to be famous.

Fasting help us to meditate.

And once away from the

worldly goods...

we can at last get

the fame in the spirit.

Shit.

You must choose your words

carefully.

Are you talking about food

again, Sancho?

About a big stew, exactly.

I wonder where I will find it.

- Here.

- In the mountains?

- Where the spirit flies.

- And my tummy.

- Sac of evils...

- It'll be an empty sac.

Where the eagles break

the bitter loneliness...

for being witnesses of my spite.

And of your hunger, I guess.

You can make penitence but

I'll fill the saddlebags.

And let's no talk more.

Do whatever you want, beast

of little soul.

That's it. See you later.

And you can chew mud if

you're very hungry.

- You mean!

- You can insult me, I'll go anyway.

Leaving Don Quixote full

of high thoughts,

Sancho went looking

something to eat.

And he found it.

Don't you like this smell?

It tastes very good.

You must know that many knights

didn't eat in a month.

Did they? Anyway, nobody can see

us. Do you like?

Shut up and eat.

Yes, I'll do it. Don't you want

just a little?

- What a pity. Come on, sir.

- Don't tempt me, devil.

Are you sure you don't want?

It's delicious.

Come on. A little wing it is

nothing.

Come on, Don Quixote. Try

this wing.

Even the knights errant

must eat something.

Have a go.

Stop dissimulating and attack

without fear.

You're very thin.

Nobody can see you.

- Delicious, isn't it?

- It's very good, but I can't.

Is that all?

It's perfect for me.

I like eating this way.

Without any respect.

Without chewing slowly,

neither cleaning me often...

All the things you just can

do when you're on your own.

Sir, wouldn't you eat a

little more?

Come on, you glutton,

take all it.

You're the devil, Sancho.

Really delicious.

- Liven up, there is more.

- Just this.

The good Sancho couldn't imagine

that the adventures...

were going to cut in front of

them to spoil...

his pacific digestion.

What a hot day.

- You, stop pestering.

- Sancho, the way is long.

With bread and wine you can

walk the way.

But a chicken must be too much

and spoil the digestion.

If you had fasted like me...

Look, donkey, I'm going

to hit you. Come on.

My weapons, Sancho. Do you see

that dust cloud? It's a big army.

There are two dust clouds.

The following centuries will

remember this day.

Don Quixote will show no mercy to

those who dare to challenge me.

Listen, Sancho.

Don't you hear the clamour?

And that army is driven

by the valiant Lauracalco.

And that one by the fearful

Micocolembo. For Dulcinea's sake!

Don't you see they are only lambs?

For Dulcinea! For Dulcinea!

Come back, sir Don Quixote.

- What is that guy doing?

- Go away, you bastard!

Go back.

Go away, son of a bitch.

You'll see.

Lauracalco has betrayed me.

Didn't you realise they

were sheep?

I remember having read that a knight

called Diego P?rez Vargas,

having lost his sword

in a battle,

pulled a oak up and crushed

so much Moors with it,

that was called 'the crusher'.

Raise the...

I'm telling you this, because

I'll pull up a branch too,

from the first oak we find.

I've caught your...

And my revenge will be so big

that you'll see...

incredible things.

How are you going to revenge

if they are always a lot...

and we are one and a half?

- I am like one hundred men.

- That't true. A hundred beaten men.

I must show you my bravery.

What for?

What do you mean, what for?

You, insolent.

Nobody is going to beat me.

I'm pacific and I don't like

fights.

I'll tie you to a tree and, naked,

I'll beat you a thousand times.

Don't dream of that.

Freedom is on of the most

precious gifts...

given to men by Heavens.

I won't go against your will.

At least until you know the rules.

I'm dying for knowing them,

sir Don Quixote.

- Sancho, listen to me.

- I'll do it if you are reasonable.

According to our code, until

you are not a knight,

you can't help me.

So, even is you see me in

difficulties, you must not defend me.

I'll obey you.

I'll obey this commandment like

the days of obligation.

I made a mistake fighting against men

that weren't of my condition.

But now, come here, good Sancho.

- Inspect my mouth.

- Your mouth? Okay, open it.

Wait. How many teeth did

you have in this side?

- Four.

- Four?

Are you sure, sir?

Four or maybe five. I haven't

lost a tooth in my whole life.

Open it again. Let's see.

Let me count.

In the down jaw you have only

two teeth.

And in the other...

there's no one.

Look, sir, it's smooth like

my palm.

Oh, furious soul. Oh, wasted

bread.

You see how they pull my teeth

up and you do nothing.

Don't start again.

I'd prefer having lost an arm.

Not again.

You. You must know that Don Quixote

will defend the honour of...

Dulcinea del Toboso against

anyone who wants to stain it.

If you are not careful,

you're going to kill yourself.

I hope they haven't heard you.

I challenge anyone who says

that there is a maid...

more beautiful

that the matchless Dulcinea.

If the one in the tower hears

you, we're in troubles.

- That's all.

- Great. Now come with me.

You're fortunate for coming

with me in this return...

to the golden age of

wisdom and honour.

Of the nobility. Fortunate for

seeing how it's renewed in me,

the knight-errantry.

Fortunate because you can

contemplate the beauty...

of this eminent cities.

Like Montiel, cradle of the

dukes of Abrantes.

Or like Almagro, walled city and

of superb past.

When the rubicund Apolo

put over the earth...

the golden thread of

his beautiful hair.

And, when the little birds

greeted the dawn...

the famous Don

Quixote de la Mancha,

abandoning the feathers of

his bed, lift onto his famous...

horse Rocinante and started

walking over the field of Montiel.

This way will talk, Sancho, the pages

that will told my adventures.

And they will be famous,

and will talk about moments of

serenity like this one too.

When the hero contemplates the

historic walls of Calatrava.

And of Almagro.

Sir, I don't think I can gain an isle

in this land of mule drivers.

Don't worry, because if there

are no isle,

there is the kingdom of Denmark,

that is perfect for enough.

But let's look for a castle to

stay in.

Like this one, for example.

I know the owner and I'm sure he

will welcome us with open arms.

- Castle?

- It's a castle and not a bad one.

And you can be happy,

beautiful Dulcinea,

because you have captive such

a famous knight.

- Have you fall asleep?

- Me? Not at all.

Tonight has happened something.

I feel as if someone had

beaten me.

As if one thousand devils had

taken against me...

wrecking me with their snouts.

Since I'm with you I can't

sleep a wink.

Before that, I lied and that was enough

to sleep the sleep of the dead.

Don't be surprised. I'm sure

this castle is bewitched.

Yes, of course. It doesn't

even seem to be a castle.

I'd say it's no more than a barn.

And full of fleas.

Tonight I've lived a strange

adventure.

It'd be strange that you hadn't

lived it,

because with you not even

the sleep is normal.

Am I so bad with you that

you grumble against me?

No, but I think you have too

much fantasies in this head.

- Don't you believe in the spells?

- Not really.

And in the bad presages?

Not, but I don't want to tempt

the devil.

I don't know what happens in

the village,

but they started with bells and

now with drums.

Do you think it will be

a wedding or a funeral?

Sir, what happens?

Don't you see those scoundrels?

Hiding their faces under those

masks,

they drag enchained

the vanquished,

indifferent to their mothers

or wives's grief.

Those poor and crying ladies.

I feel shame that they are

armed men.

I must show them all my courage.

Those rogues will receive

such a lesson,

that they'll never forget

the name of Don Quixote.

Don't you see it's a procession?

A procession,

you see there poor wounded men,

barefoot prisoners and

enchained bearers of crosses,

while this arrogant people

march calmly...

turning the grief in a show.

I was born to solve

this kind of affronts,

and I won't let you take

a step more, scoundrels.

Those rogues will know

my Tizona.

You rascals!

Don't you see they are only

some penitents?

Stop, whoever you are.

Don Quixote orders this.

- Stop, furious people!

- Nobody can stop him.

I know you are responsible

of this.

Don't go away, scoundrels.

Answer for you acts or

my sword will go through you.

He's crazy.

Don't you hear me, you damned?

Sir, come back here, come back.

Stop him. Catch him.

Fight, defend yourselves.

Take that, you scoundrels.

Ay, they're going to kill him.

Stop the entourage.

For Dulcinea. For the

beautiful Dulcinea.

- Damned crazy.

- Scoundrels.

I'll kill you.

Dulcinea. Dulcinea del Toboso.

Oh, my Dulcinea.

She wounded my love with her whip.

Not with her white strap.

- And touching her head...

- Sir.

Here cried Don Quixote the absence

of Dulcinea del Toboso.

Of the noble lineages that

there are in the Toboso,

that are a lot, antiques

and very good,

I'm sure that a big part corresponds

to the matchless Dulcinea.

Dulcinea?

Who do you think that gained for

you that isle and made you governor

with the title of marquis...

What isle?

And all the advantages that

it mans?

She made me, do you say? When

did all that happen?

Almost happen. I thought so much

in it that I thought it has happened.

And who do you think is responsible

of such mercy?

- Who?

- Well... Dulcinea del Toboso.

Will you deny that she fights and

wins in me and I live and breath,

and have my life and being in

her person?

Really, I've never seen

that lady.

Never? Poor anguished,

I'm blessed.

Don't you know that it's the

strength that she gives to my arm,

what makes me able of fighting

against such a great people?

I've never met her.

I've satisfied grievances,

solved problems,

punished insolences,

and defeated giants.

I'm in love.

Only because the knights errant

must be in love.

And I'm not vicious but

platonic.

Over there. Let's go over there,

my good Sancho.

- Not over there.

- Toward the Toboso.

I'm sorry, sir. I'm

really sorry.

When you talk about Dulcinea, who

lives in the Toboso, I don't know...

I've relatives there and they should

know her.

Some people call her Aldonza

Lorenzo.

She's Lorenzo's daughter.

Yes, I know her.

She could take out any knight

from the mud.

What do you say? Be careful.

Don't get angry.

I know too that her mouth

smells of onion.

Like all women of her condition.

You're wrong. Her mouth

smells of ambrosia.

But the best thing is that

she is not choosy at all.

Because she laughs at

everything.

But, aren't we going to stop?

It's very hot.

Are you going to give me the isle

you won with the masked me?

With the adventures we have lived

so far...

you could only win a broken

rib or a cut ear.

Jeez! That's not too much.

But it'll be worse if we run into

the guards...

and you start beating them.

Don't be afraid, my good Sancho.

Have you ever seen a man

more valiant than me?

Besides, where have you read

that a knight errant was taken...

before the justice for

his homicides?

I know nothing about 'homecides'.

I never tasted that.

And have you read of any man who

has more skill than I have?

I've never read any story,

because I can't read nor write.

Your ignorance excuse you a little.

Then you must trust a knight of

so highs condition.

So high condition?

I'd say a knight of so sad

figure.

The wise man that have to

tell my heroic deeds,

will have considerate appropriate

that I have a nickname,

like the knights from the past.

One was named 'The one with the

unicorn'. Other, 'the man of...

maids'. Other 'the one of

the Phoenix'.

And they were known with

those names all over the earth.

And I think that the wise man

will have made you think of...

that name: 'The knight of

the sad figure...

And this will be my name

from now on.

And so that that name

can suit me more, I'll

make paint in my shield

a very sad figure.

Oh, my lady Dulcinea.

Treasure of supreme grace,

repository of all virtue

and bearer of all pleasures,

where are you?

Oh, moon, send me news from her.

Maybe you're looking at her

in this moment.

Are you sleeping, brother Sancho?

How do you want me to sleep if

you're asking me if I sleep?

Why don't you have a rest?

Am I one of those knights...

that rest in the middle

of the danger?

- Don't you ever sleep?

- You can sleep if you want.

The heaven has ordered for

the squires that they are...

stung by mosquitoes and

killed of hunger.

Let's sleep a little more.

Light my intelligence and y

give strength to my heart,

so that I can do the impossible

and I don't be afraid of lions.

Oh, lady of my acts and

movements. Clear Dulcinea.

Come on, Sancho, hurry up.

It's time of making heroic deeds

to melt Dulcinea's heart.

And where are those deeds?

Here, there...?

Any place is good for an

adventure.

But that lady you talk about, she's

not a lady or she's not Aldonza.

You mustn't listen to those

lies of envious people.

If she were so important,

I'd know it.

Envy is the root of a lot of evils

and woodworm of virtues.

All vices produce some pleasure.

But envy only produces

quarrels, grudges and anger.

Her name is Dulcinea, her

country the Toboso.

Her quality at least

must be princess,

because she's my queen.

Her beauty is superhuman,

her hair gold,

her forehead Elysian fields,

her eyebrows rainbows,

her eyes suns, her cheeks

roses, her lips corals,

her teeth pearls, her hands

ivory, and her skin snow.

The fortune has lead our

steps like we wanted.

I don't know very well

what are you talking about, sir.

Fortune for me is to have

some money,

and to live peacefully with

my family without any fight.

They are, Sancho, thirty or

more wild giants...

and I'm going to

fight against them.

What giants are you talking about?

They are only mills.

Shut up, you ignorant.

Maybe I'm an ignorant,

but you're crazy.

They are windmills.

Those things that can seem to

be arms, are the sails.

They're them. I know them well.

Let me tell you that you're head

is full of marbles,

and that you look at things not

with the eyes of your face,

but with the eyes of your

wild fantasy.

But I warn you, I won't help

you this time.

Briareo. It's him in person.

Don't get excited. I'm

going to leave you alone.

And I don't care if you don't

give me the isle.

I prefer Sancho without properties,

that properties without Sancho.

I don't want you to take

part in the battle.

Contemplate from here

my heroism.

Don't flee, coward and vile

creatures,

I'm just one knight.

- He's goofing again.

- Tremble, you cowards.

Even thought you move your

menacing arms, you'll pay for it.

The knight of the sad figure,

on behalf of his loved Dulcinea,

will take care of your

bones, villains.

Out, great riffraff.

Surrender to my strong arm.

Surrender to Don Quixote

de la Mancha.

I'll make you try

my noble blade.

War, war. Defend yourselves

or give me your will.

I'll die or you'll

taste my blade.

Die!

Evil spirits, that turn the

mills into giants.

What did I told you, sir?

Let me help you.

The wise man Frest?n, my

worst enemy,

is the one who has made

this spell.

He has turned the mills into

pacific mills.

But this trick will get

you nowhere, you scoundrels.

Your guile is nothing

against my sword.

I believe in all you told me.

But stand up straight a little.

You're bent...

because of the falling.

But I don't complain because

knight mustn't do it.

If you have pains, I'd like

you to complain, as I do.

We squires don't play this

knight's game of...

not complaining.

When I fell any pain, I shout.

I shout because of the pain and

to see if someone helps me.

I don't ask you to help me

or show courage.

Audacity and pride are not

necessary for a squire.

Why don't we have a rest in

that village?

Don't you see we must go ahead?

Come on, donkey.

Come on, my good Sancho.

You're bravery amazes me.

Or at least your power of

endurance.

Are you amazed of my courage?

If I had the balsam of

Fierabr?s, you'd see wonders.

The balsam of Fierabr?s? What

the hell is that balsam?

He's impossible.

And why do you try

to understand him?

Just follow him, as we do.

I've the recipe of the balsam and

with it you don't have to be afraid...

of dying of any wound.

Then I'll change the isle

for the recipe.

Mutt, out of here. Out. Out.

Let it alone, if it barks that

means we're riding.

Yes, but, to where?

Don't go so fast, my donkey

is not a racing horse.

Don Quixote, wait.

I think that it'll be better

for you to be one of these...

knights that live peacefully

in the court.

Not all knights can be

courtiers,

and all courtiers can't be

knights errant.

And there are a lot of differences

between us.

Queen and high lady. Most sweet

Dulcinea del Toboso.

If you beauty despise me,

if you value don't likes me,

I couldn't stand this

problem, that,

besides strong,

it's very long lasting.

It's for my lady. A letter.

You must remember, Sancho,

that love is like death.

Of course, yes.

Because love, like death

besiege the castle and the house.

- Do you know one thing.

- Tell me, Sancho.

Looking at you, I can't imagine

how anyone...

can fall in love with you.

Most sweet Dulcinea del Toboso.

You're beauty inspires me.

Even if you're beauty never

is mine,

my feelings will never change.

The knight of the sad figure

is dying for your love.

This name is perfect for you.

Especially in such a

beautiful letter.

Stand up and walk.

The wise man that must tell

this story, that's to say me,

it's in an embarrassing

situation,

because the events he's about to

tell are almost incredible,

in spite of being absolutely true.

This is not surprising,

because the real driver...

of this story is Don Quixote

and he's crazier day after day.

That's true. As the saying goes:

'The truth always floats...

over the lie like water

over oil...

- Thanks, Sancho.

- You're welcome. As you wish.

Take your new spear.

- Hurry up, Sancho.

- Yes, give me.

But, pleas, you should

liven up your heart in the meanwhile.

Because now it must be smaller

than a hazelnut.

Remember that... "who defeats

himself, defeats 100 giants".

Or "thing often happen when

you least expect them".

Go, my son.

And don't let them to deny you the

sun of beauty you're going to see.

And then, he turned around and we

also are going to leave...

Don Quixote loaded with

sad and worried thoughts.

The moment he let Don Quixote

out of his sight,

the faithful squire started

speaking alone.

Where are you going, Sancho?

I'm looking for a princess.

And who send you to look for her?

Don Quixote, who solves problems

and protects the innocents.

And do you know where the house

of this lady can be?

Don Quixote says that it must be

a royal palace or elegant castle.

How will I recognise her? We have

never seen him.

First of all I'd have to know

if she exists.

Because if she's Aldonza I'd

have to look for her in a pigsty.

But if she's Dulcinea I should

look for her in a palace.

Maybe in the palace's pigsties.

You're in big troubles.

Think, Sancho.

Don Pablo, we're thirsty.

I'm coming.

I'm sick of all this dust.

If Don Quixote mistakes the

mills for giants

and the flocks for armies, it

won't be very difficult...

to make him believe that

his Dulcinea is one of those.

Stop talking.

Why not? If he doesn't believe me

I'll swear and swear.

What has happened, Sancho?

Could I mark this day with

a white stone?

I bring you three stones, instead

of one. Look at these beauties.

Don't pretend to liven up my

sadness. With false joy.

What are you talking about? That

is the princess and her maids.

Those are just some

farmers, Sancho.

What are you saying?

You bring me coarse and common

villagers.

But, sir, your mind is

fooling you again.

They are very high ladies.

Look at them.

Queen, princess and duchess.

Here you are the great

knight Don Quixote,

that is stunned by your sight.

Go to hell.

Don't flee away Don

Quixote de la Mancha.

?De la Mancha? You mean the stain.

That must be an enchantment.

The magician that hate you will have

made that you think...

she's a villager, but for me she

is a princess.

?Nothing?

You start early.

I'll get such a sword,

that any spell will be

able of vanquish it.

But you should find an adventure

for gaining fame.

I follow you, but make up your mind.

Where are we going now?

- Towards south?

- Why towards south?

Over there, there are only

bullfighters and travellers.

- Don't argue with me.

- I just asked.

Aren't we going over there?

Go ahead. I can't understand him.

You can be sure of that.

But, from now to tomorrow

there are a lot of hours.

And in a moment,

your house can fall.

I've seen the rain and the

sun at a time.

What do you mean, Sancho?

When you start saying

proverbs one can only expect...

that the same Judas

take you away.

My master is completely nuts.

And I'm sillier than him,

because I follow and serve him.

If the sayings "tell me who you go with

and I'll tell you who you are"

and "not who you born with

but who you eat with" are right,

then, if he's crazy, I am too.

Protect the innocent is my

duty as a knight.

Because the errant spirit is

still alive...

the knight-errantry was

out of fashion.

But the knight-errantry is the

only hope for the future.

You already know the words

that are in our standart.

Women and children first.

You mustn't doubt that

this art is the best,

and it's more valuable the more

dangerous it is.

But I think that any man must

take care of himself.

Women and children first.

Don't get excited. You mustn't try

to make me believe that...

the white is black

and the black is white.

For me everyone is as good

as God.

Even thought he is much worse.

I'd like to see the inventor of

all this thing...

of the knights errant dead.

I should have gone home and

stayed there.

- If you want to go, I won't hold you.

- And what about my salary?

Add it up and get paid.

Get paid. That's easy to say.

At first all are promises.

You'll have an isle, you'll be

governor...

But when it comes down to it,

you just tell me "get paid".

With what?

I've made a bad business.

In your saddlebags have all my

things. Take all that you need.

- From the saddlebags?

- That's what I've said.

- But they are empty.

- Tale my bag. You scoundrel.

I'll find other squire more

diligent and less chatty than you.

The squire of a knight errant

works more...

than a stable boy

and lives worse.

He eats bread, must sleep

in the open

and besides over the hard floor.

Bread, received with ingratitude,

as I can see.

You abandon me just now when

I was going to make you...

governor of the best

isle in the world.

Sancho, you're a dumb, and

you'll be until the day you die.

Because that day will be before

you find out...

you're only a stupid animal.

But now it's time for me to

make my bigger deed.

You're right. I'm a donkey.

I only miss the tail and I don't

deserve it.

But, what dangerous adventure

are you talking about?

You don't have to run any risk.

It's not good tempting

God doing such big things.

I beg you.

My lord.

Melt your heart.

My loved Dulcinea. I beg you not to

deny me your protection.

Now that my squire leaves me,

the moon will be my

only witness.

You are very brave. But,

melt your hard heart thinking...

that by leaving you

my soul will suffer...

and I'll be close to the death.

I'll follow my way and you can't

do anything to persuade me

not to want what heavens want.

The fortune orders and the

reason asks.

You must leave me alone to

fight against who...

sullies the innocence and comes

up with obstacles against freedom.

But, sir...

Leave me, the ventures

that wait for me are hard

and narrow the way of virtue.

The insubstantial talks only

move me away...

from this path.

I left my family to serve you.

Thinking that I was worthy.

But if you're too greedy

you end up with nothing.

And you have broken my hopes.

Because when I was hoping

to get the isle,

I see myself in the middle

of nothing.

For heaven's sake, sir, don't

make that to me.

Why don't you want to

abandon the adventure?

Why are you so stubborn?

If you love the danger

you'll be burnt in it.

Although you're rough and

coarse you're still my squire.

But I must follow my

way on my own.

I'll come back alive or dead.

The rays of your beauty

will light my intelligence

and will give strength to my

poor heart.

Take this letter to my love.

- Another letter? Milord...

- Obey me, Sancho. Hurry up.

I won't leave this area

and I'll go up...

the highest peaks to

touch the moon,

page of my misfortune.

- Hurry up.

- All right, I'm going.

Don't forget eating with

so many adventures.

Hunger is more dangerous

than the enemies you imagine.

Don't worry, because,

even if I have,

I won't eat other thing that

grass and fruits from the trees.

Because what my idea

is not to eat and to do...

other things like that

in the middle of this solitude.

Sancho looked not for Dulcinea,

but how to spend the time...

for coming back with Don

Quixote as soon as possible.

He didn't know if it passed three,

six, one hundred days or no one,

because he didn't know

that land.

Don Quixote had pointed

vaguely the address,

recommending him to look for her

in the palace of Alcarria.

In spite of the imprecision,

and to keep his word,

he looked for Dulcinea

in every village.

Because he was sure that

he was going to find her...

anywhere except the Toboso.

Because the name is not enough

for being of a place.

For instance, he wasn't

from the Panza.

Besides, his relatives from the

Toboso didn't know any Dulcinea,

although they knew Aldonzas.

This is the place, oh heavens,

that I choose for crying...

the misfortune you have

put me in.

This is the place where my

tears will increase the water...

of this torrent and my

deep sighs...

will move the leaves of

these wild trees.

The testimony and signal of the pain

my poor heart suffers.

While he is in the mountains

I must look for Dulcinea.

Rustic gods that live

in this uninhabitable place.

Listen to the complaints

of this poor lover,

who a long absence

makes unhappy.

If I don't find her, bad.

If I find her, worse.

If I made a mistake, I'll be

beaten by a cuckolded husband.

Oh, Dulcinea of arrogant beauty.

And he insists that she lives

in the Toboso.

Triads that live in the

mountains. Listen to my pray.

Although he says I can find

her too...

in a summer palace.

For example, here. Because for

him anything is a palace.

But, even if she's here,

who is she?

Will she be one of these,

or one of those?

It's like looking a needle in

a haystack.

Maybe when he talked about his

love, he meant that one,

or that one, or that one of there.

Maybe... not. Surely it'll be

an old woman like that one,

from who he has a good memory.

Well, let's find her.

Oh, lonely and dry trees

that accompany my loneliness.

Tell me with the movement of

your branches...

that you don't find my presence

unpleasant.

Take note of my loved Dulcinea's

condition.

Her country is the Toboso.

Her quality at least of princess

for being my queen and lady.

And her beauty superhuman.

Her hands are ivory, her

skin, snow.

And the parts hidden by honesty,

are such ones that only the

discreet consideration

can praise them and

not compare them.

After looking for Dulcinea

light-heartedly and unsuccessfully,

Sancho returned to the place

where Don Quixote was.

And, surprisingly, he

didn't find him.

Moved by so irresistible

impulses as big was..

His chimera, Don Quixote

was going toward south,

obeying to his particular sun.

Somehow, Sancho knew this,

and far from thinking...

that something bad could have

happened to him,

he just follow his track.

Oh, princess of my dreams,

loved Dulcinea.

Listen, rustic beasts,

the beating of my heart...

when I mention her name.

Or the love has no sense

or it has too much cruelty.

Or my pain is not equal to

the occasion that sentence me...

to the hardest torment.

Good morning. Did you see a very

tall guy, thin, with moustache?

- Look in the village. There's a circus.

- He is not in the circus.

He's a great sir, but with the

moustache and the beard he looks...

- What a jerk!

- He has a pointed beard.

We haven't seen anyone.

- Have you?

- Let us work.

Go away if you don't want me

to hit you with a stone.

Goodbye.

Although they didn't know it

and for different reasons,

they both were in Andalucia and

very close.

But they didn't find each other.

There, Sancho could earn

some money,

working in a shooting.

Action. To the right,

you're out of frame.

To the right, to the right.

Cut. We've finished.

What's this?

I've always feel fascination

for this land.

And I'm trying to reflect the

virtues of this people long time ago.

Its vices too, but especially

its virtues.

The characters of Don Quixote and

Sancho resume both sides.

Don Quixote has always been

considered a funny figure.

Someone that went crazy

reading chivalresque novels.

But he is really a knight.

An authentic knight.

When you know him, you know

he is the most perfect...

knight of all times.

Who has defeated giants with

a wooden spear,

helped maids bewitched

by infernal beings,

repaired affronts and solved

problems with so much heart...

and so little resources.

Just an old and thin horse

and a squire.

Because the great myth is

Don Quixote.

But Sancho is the great

character.

A wonderful character even

in his clumsiness.

Together they've got around

centuries of repression and tyranny.

Together they've resumed a

landscape that we sincere...

people feel the temptation

of identify with.

A marvellous landscape that in

spite of the aggressions...

of tourism and the development

plans, is still alive.

Or at least, that's what I think.

The moon for two pesetas.

The moon for two pesetas.

Admire the moon for two pesetas.

The moon for two pesetas.

Can I look through this thing?

If you don't pay, not.

No, I can pay as anyone.

- Then pay.

- How much is it?

- Two pesetas.

- Here you are.

Put you eye in the hole.

I know this kind of

machines. Here?

Of course.

Get closer.

Put your eye nearer. Nearer.

Just an eye. This is not

for croos-eyed people.

If you like this thing, I sell it

for five thousand pesetas.

The General?simo visited this

morning the works...

of the reservoir of the Jiloca in

whose building...

the national engineering

shows its importance.

Accompanied by don Manuel Fraga,

Adolfo Suarez and other authorities,

the head of state inspected the

troops that received him with honors.

The North American army has

made a manoeuvres,

that have showed the

technological advances...

of the brother nation, like the

new missile sea-air.

Missile sea-air?

Sources close to the NASA,

builder of the missile,

pointed that the modern

remote control devices...

that it has, let notice

an important advantage...

in the space race.

The NASA announced officially...

the launch of a rocket

to the moon.

The cameras recorded the

moment the missile hits the target,

fact that happens in a 100%

of the cases.

Its high reliability, long-range and

efficacy made of the new missile...

the ideal weapon in a

war against the URSS.

The wine association of Jerez,

has conferred in a moving act,

the medal of Honorary Member

upon the famous filmmaker...

known for "The third

man", Orson Welles.

An important wine-producer from

Jerez, was the responsible for...

conferring this honorific award.

To Orson Welles, God bless him

and let him live a lot of years...

for drinking wine from Jerez.

Here you are this medal, man.

It's amazing that with that

strange name,

he was such a good friend of Spain.

He knows better than anyone the

art of bullfighting,

the flamenco and the Spanish

wine. Give me a hug, man.

The famous filmmaker says goodbye

this way to the land of Andalucia...

that has open its arm to him

during the shooting of his new film.

Mr. Welles received the

tribute from the people of Jerez...

from the civil governor's

granddaughter.

Orson Welles, you're as big

artist as big person...

from head to feet.

Orson Welles will start a

journey towards Pamplona,

where he'll continue the shooting

of Don Quixote,

adaptation of the celebrated

novel by Cervantes,

that tells the hilarious

adventures of the famous nobleman

and his squire Sancho Panza.

Bulls. In the fourth bullfight,

the torero Antonio Ordo?ez...

You have a fine for parking the

cart in a forbidden place.

But what do I know. I've left

the cart there all my life,

Times change.

Would you give me the

telescope for one hundred pesetas?

Okay, but take it fast. Before

I regret it.

Don Quixote said that the moon

would be his witness,

then it'll know something

about him.

And they are sending

rockets there...

I can't see anything. Maybe later.

More or less in these days,

Teresa Panza received for the...

first time and the last in her

whole life a letter from Sancho.

Sancho felt lonely without

Don Quixote.

And distressed by the necessity

of talking to someone,

he wrote to his wife.

The postman.

Come. Today I've letters

for many.

Mar?a Gonz?lez. Letter from

Aaiun.

Juana, your husband wrote

to you again.

Teresa Panza has a letter today.

Teresa, you have a letter.

- Felipa Mart?nez.

- Thank you very much.

Don't you have anything for me?

You know that they can't

write from prison.

Don't wait for a letter from

your father, it's the same.

Give the letter to Teresa.

She'll have a fit.

Here you are this lout's letter.

A letter of Sancho...

Dear Teresa and dear children:

I expect you're okay, as I am,

thanks God.

But I'm not well alone.

I mean I miss you a lot.

Especially now that my good

master Don Quixote is lost.

I know that you have to work

very much.

That you haven't received many

from me since I'm working...

with Don Quixote,

but he's an important man,

and is going to make me governor

of one of his many islands.

Then I'll bought the things

you deserve.

You'll receive some money

I've won making films.

Because there's a man that want to

make one with my master and me.

That's to say, we're going

to be famous.

I told our address and maybe

one of this day go there those men.

Then, go to the fattest man.

You can't miss him.

And you ask him for some money

to appear in the film,

because they have a lot

of money.

You can't imagine the changes

that there are in the city.

They have made some machines

that are like the radio,

but, at the same time,

you can see what's happening.

This letter is written by the priest

of Almagro, who send you regards.

I've nothing more to tell, goodbye,

I love you.

You're husband Sancho.

- Look at him. What's he doing?

- They're going to destroy him.

He's like Sancho Panza.

He's drunk.

You, de one with de hat. Go away,

they are going to beat you to a pulp.

- But, what happens?

- Where did he come from?

What are you waiting for?

Is there a procession?

What a beasts.

It takes guts, doesn't it?

Come with me.

Do you know where is a square

box where people talk?

Your head? Goodbye.

Do you know where is a box with

a knight that plays music and...?

- The musicians will know something.

- Thanks, goodbye.

I'm looking for a box that says

the news,

but at the same time you can see and

there's music. Have you seen it?

Maybe the music professors.

Professor. If you know everything

you'll know that...

in the box of the news

talked about my master.

He's tall and with a strange

beard and moustache.

I'm looking for an old man

tall and thing with a long beard.

Boys, have you seen an old man

very tall with a long beard?

The taller are over there.

- Boy.

- Get lost, you pain.

Pain, me? I wish you...

Friend, have you seen a man

with a long and white beard?

Make way, I'm going to

run you over.

But, there's a guy inside here.

- Listen, the little one who is here.

- Leave me alone.

- Listen, have you seen...?

- Do you want me to beat you?

You're musicians, aren't you?

Have you seen a man with beard...?

With beard, many, but

also without beard.

You must know it. A guy

like you...

You seem to be clever,

have you seen a very tall guy?

Mine is very special.

Have you seen a man with beard

and metallic chest.

Haven't you seen the box

of news?

News? You shouldn't

drink so much.

I'm looking for my master.

He's very tall and has a beard.

Maybe he's Santa Claus...

Come back on December.

He's crazy.

Wait. The bulls are in the

bullring.

- Do you work here?

- What's the matter?

You must know a little box

that says the news.

I'm looking for my master and

the box talks about him.

That's the Newsreel, man.

Policeman, I'm looking for a box

that talks about an old man.

- Move along, please.

- I knew it.

I'm looking for my master. They

talk about him in a box...

Take care, man.

Young, have you seen a box? They

talk about the moon and then...

No.

Sorry, sir. I'm looking for my master

and they talk about him in box.

I have a box like that at home.

When you open it, it plays music

and gives you a cigarette.

Why don't you express yourself

better?

A little box like this. No idea.

You seem to be intelligent.

I'm looking for a dark box, almost

black, full of noises.

You've got all that you want

in the funerary.

Very funny for being in a festival.

Have you seen a big and dark

box, with noises...

and with strange images?

It's not going to eat you, man!

Have you seen a noisy box that

tells the news...?

Where can I find a box that

talks about the moon...

and about a man with

metallic chest?

No idea.

Hello.

Good evening. Are you foreigners?

- Of course. What do you want?

- Ask them where is my master.

Who is your boss? There aren't

masters anymore.

I understand you too.

He understand me.

I don't need you.

If you want to work in the

film, talk to Mr. Welles.

- His secretary.

- It's me.

You're late. He has found the

character for his film.

He's fantastic.

But he's too crazy.

So keen to fight

and to solve affronts...

You're talking about Don Quixote.

We don't know if it's him.

He has attacked the camera

with a spear.

- Where is he?

- That man is in the moon.

In the moon...

And the poor Sancho worked in

vain with that machine...

that wasn't made to

satisfy wishes.

If he could have focused it

towards his heart,

he'd have found there the image

of his master.

Sorry, have you seen a box...?

These don't know anything.

Hello.

Don't you see that you don't let

the giants advance?

What giants?

There he is.

Go away. Don't interrupt.

Don't you see we're working?

Stop a moment. One moment.

You had to tell me where

my master is.

- Your master is in the warehouse.

- In the warehouse?

With the old things.

Go on, don't notice him.

Listen...

Mr. Sancho.

You forgot this in the guesthouse.

The telescope.

You've forgotten the telescope

in the guesthouse.

Give way. Don't you hear me?

Stop, you've left this.

You've left the telescope.

Go to hell!

My good Sancho. I thought you've

abandoned me fore ever.

And that I have to fight alone

against everybody.

They have locked me up in here.

They're many and very strong

and had war machines.

I fought against them.

But they dominated me

and locked me up in this prison.

But sir, that can't be.

The responsible is the wizard

Freston, allied with...

the evil wise man that

tells my heroic deeds.

We can't fight against this,

Sancho.

This is a cart. Not a prison.

Nobody can leave you here.

The destiny of the knight of

the sad figure is fulfilled.

Sir, listen. I'm not going to

let you stay here locked up.

I'll take you out of this cart

and I'll take you home. I promise.

I'll take you out of here.

Even if I succumb to the

men that have locked you up.

I'll save to you. Believe me, sir.

Do you want to fight against

the merchants of dreams?

You're just a poor squire.

And so what? What does it matter?

I've got the weapon of the words

and the strength of reason.

And now everybody is going to

listen to me.

You, lazybones that are there

dancing.

Listen to me because I'm

Sancho Panza,

squire of the famous knight

Don Quixote de la Mancha.

I don't know what reason

had you...

to lock up here the nobler

of all noblemen.

But he is there, laid up,

while you have fun.

None of you, be sure,

it's worthy of taking off my master's

shoes, even if he's crazy.

But, be careful, because,

believe me,

you will have to

answer to God...

for having locked up

to my master Don Quixote.

That's all.

I thank you for your words and

your effort. But it's useless.

Because you must know that

my enemies have cast...

very new spells to

reduce me to nothing.

- I know you could escape.

- You can't escape your destiny.

I saw you solving hardest

situations.

Don't forget that after the storm

there is calm.

And after prison, freedom.

And after misfortune, fortune.

Don't you want to go out searching

new heroic deeds...

for offering it to the

beautiful Dulcinea?

Ay, Sancho. Dulcinea is not

a beautiful lady,

and I'm not the knight you

think I am.

What have this people made

to our master?

He, always ready to fight and

with such a clear idea of things.

Don't you think you're

exaggerating, friend Sancho?

Maybe, but, and him?

He's logic.

We have had so much fun

together.

Okay, he has no money and all

you can get is hunger and problems.

But he's the only sir I've

met in all my life.

They say he's crazy.

But crazy and saint is

maybe the same.

I'll take him out of there,

even if he doesn't want.

All night long, Sancho didn't

sleep a wink looking for...

a way of giving his master

back his hopes and strength.

Feeling that Don Quixote

was only locked up by...

his sensation of failure,

he thought the way...

of making him forget

those black ideas.

He invoked the moon, as his

master did so many times.

And the moon, answering to his

noble wishes,

gave him a good part of

the answer.

Milord, listen to me. I've come

to take you out of here.

Sancho, my enemies won't

let me get out of this prison.

You mustn't resign yourself.

You have to see many things.

I've been in the big city and I've

seen gigantic festivals,

and incredible and wonderful

inventions.

There's nothing new under

the sun.

There isn't? There's a box in which

you can see and listen to things.

And it says that the rockets

will reach the moon.

And I believe it, sir, because...

I saw them destroying

ships and planes.

The moon is dead, friend Sancho.

Would you like that we go

to the moon together?

You've become a dreamer.

The guards are sleeping.

The way is clear.

I'll pay your efforts obeying you.

Let's go.

Now we'll take one of those

rockets.

We will get up and to the moon.

We'll take Rocinante and

my donkey.

And we will look for that

problems you like so much.

I've been looking at the moon in

a 'telesfore'.

I assure you that in the moon

there are a lot of plains...

to come and go as you

like to do.

I've released you, haven't I?

And later you'll complain about

your squire.

Why are you taking me

to my village, Sancho?

We'll go to your home to take

some things and we'll go right away.

You can't go to the moon

without your luggage, sir.

Are you trying to fool me to

lock me up in my home?

No. Just the time to have

a bath, that's all.

I don't want to go home.

Let me go, you traitor.

You're going to hand me over

to those miserable again.

You must be the damned Arcalaos.

The enchanter that has taken

my squire's figure.

Leave me, you villain.

Sir, I just want you to have a

rest and then to the moon.

You've lied to me, scoundrel.

You've made a pact with all

the wizards that hate me.

But I dare to say:

Stop, you damned giants.

Don't laugh at who is

more valiant than you are.

Sancho. Where are you?

Listen to me. Don't you think

that this is the moment...

for us to retire to a

peaceful life?

We should stop rushing around.

You're time of fighting is over.

Now you must retire.

I can't lose my time listening

to silly things.

Knights like me always

look for fame and...

Don't talk nonsense.

We've spent a lot of time doing

this kind of things,

but I don't have yet the isle

you promised me.

And was looking forward it.

Now lift your arm.

Foulmouthed. Before your

greed interrupted me...

I was saying that the

knights-errant...

that go all over the world,

not only look for fame, but

also for justice,

because that is the religion

we've embraced, Sancho.

Speaking of religion.

Could you dissolve me one thing?

You mean resolve.

I mean what I mean, sir.

Yesterday, a humble

friar was canonised.

It isn't then better being

a simple friar than a knight?

The friars look in heaven

for the good of the earth.

And what look the knights for?

The glory.

What is more, to resuscitate

a dead person or to kill...

a giant?

Because if the churches are

packed with devote people,

we must believe that the one

that heals ill people...

and resuscitate dead people

is better than the knight.

You're right.

Saints have an nobler trade

but knight's trade...

is much more full of sacrifice.

Then, why should we keep on

suffering?

Because to achieve glory

you have to suffer sorrows,

anxieties and blows.

And hunger and lice too.

Heavens wanted me to be born

in this Iron Age,

to resuscitate in it

the Golden Age.

I'm the one who are reserved

the dangers for.

But also the great deeds,

the valiant actions.

I am the one who will resuscitate

the round table,

the 12 of France and the

9 of Fame.

And any kind of famous

knights-errant.

Like this?

We'll have to fix this because

you have a terrible look.

- Wait. I'll be right back.

- Where are you going?

I've decided, Sancho, that we're

going to visit Dulcinea,

to the Toboso, before undertaking

the adventure in the moon.

But wasn't Dulcinea Aldonza?

Listen. Whoever she is,

respect her.

Because he deserves to

be the queen of the universe.

The highest princess

in the earth.

And since I lover her, I only

have to think she's beautiful.

I'd say she's ugly and

smells bad...

Are other knight's ladies

better?

No doubt.

You're wrong, Sancho.

For them their ladies are

beautiful and honest...

like for me is Dulcinea in

a high grade.

Excuse me, but Aldonza

is not like that.

You bray like a donkey.

- Decorate me too.

- I'm not the wizard Frest?n.

When you talk about Aldonza,

you seem to be him.

Dulcinea is beautiful between

beautiful and honest too.

And if not, I imagine that she's

exactly...

like I say she is.

And I paint her in my imagination

like I want.

In beauty and importance.

And if that disturbs the ignorant,

it'll please the severe.

Are you sure this village is

the Toboso?

Yes, sir. I came before to

hand in the letter.

Follow me, sir. Come over here,

that's not a street.

This villages are changing

very fast.

They modernize so fast

that you lose yourself.

You'll be soon at

Dulcinea's feet.

Are we in the Toboso?

I wouldn't like to be

in the wrong place.

Because you'll have noticed

that all the things in...

knight's world seem

chimeras and mistakes.

And that all they are made

upside down.

I know, sir.

But, although I'm a donkey,

I assure we're right. Over there.

For this we must blame

a group of enchanters,

that put upside down all

our things.

It's better that I had alone

to see if Dulcinea is in palace.

I've got relatives and

friends in the village.

They'll know it.

I'm dying to see her, Sancho.

Uncle Sancho is here.

- Are you leaving?

- Stay with us.

Goodbye, Sancho.

See you, Macario.

Where is Manolo? And the flute?

It's Sancho.

Have you seen? Here's Sancho,

Matilde's son..

Come on, the party is going

to start.

- Listen.

- What's the matter?

- Have you seen Don Quixote?

- Who?

Don Quixote, the knight of

sad figure.

He has a spear and a horse.

What do you want?

I'm looking for Don Quixote,

he has a beard.

- Is he old and ugly?

- Yes.

You must know him. He's

very thin.

- Just the opposite to you.

- You know him.

Let's see if we're talking about

the same man: Tall, with beard...

an antique and broken armour.

May the Lord help you, sisters,

help me.

Where can he be?

Look who is there.

- I know him.

- It's Don Quixote.

He's Don Quixote.

It wasn't announced in the

festival program.

Look. Don Quixote.

- I know him.

- Wasn't he in that book?

- It's Don Camilo!

- Don Quixote.

Hello, hello.

Look at this piece of junk.

We've defeated the kingdom

of Noguelza.

You won't be here long, Saracen.

This is a message from the

good king Don Jaime.

Tremble, Saracens.

Jeez, look who is he.

- Don Quixote.

- Don Quixote is there.

It's Don Quixote.

For Allah. For Don Jaime.

Back, you scoundrel. Back.

Satan's Saracens. Stay back.

- Down the king Don Jaime.

- I defy you, vile coward.

Hello everybody.

Thank you, thank you.

Sir, wait. Give me your hand.

Thanks, boys. We're very

happy of this welcome.

But we have to go.

Wait for me, Don Quixote.

What do you think, sir?

We're famous.

Are you again with this machine?

Yes, of course, Sancho.

It's a very important moment

and I don't want to miss it.

There are again that

wretched instruments...

with their insomniac lens

and sad memory.

You released me from prison

to hand me to them.

Don't you see he's the wizard

that's telling our adventures?

Blessed centuries those that

lacked of these...

hateful instruments,

whose inventor must be

in hell as a reward for...

his diabolic invention.

I'm about to say that I'm sorry

for having undertook...

the exercise of knight

errant, in such a hateful age...

like this in which

we are living.

Because, although I'm not

afraid of any danger,

I'm suspicious thinking that

one of that wretched devices...

can stop me from

becoming famous...

thanks to my courage and

the blade of my sword.

Because they turn the false into

true and the true into false.

And you must know, Sancho,

I'm not against...

progress and modernity.

I'm not against that

the rockets that go to the moon,

place of poetry and that you

proposed me to visit.

The evil is in the human being,

for becoming a slave of

those despicable machines.

Come on, Sancho. Maybe in the moon

there's a place for a knight-errant.

Long live Don Quixote!

Long live Don Quixote!

This film was written, produced

and directed by a man...

whose ashes, according to his last

wishes lie in Spanish land,

His name was Orson Welles.