The Last Movie

Now, we're going to start

the beauty contest

for my movie.

Music!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Miss, come here.

Very pretty.

- Very pretty. I congratulate you. - Thank you.

You're going to do the part in the movie.

Friends, music!

Here. Very good.

Very nice.

Cut!

Stop!

Good.

The man is dead. I want to help.

Everybody come.

Come on! I want movement! I want movement!

Yes, but much faster.

Right through here. Through here.

Faster. Faster. Lady, move.

You must come in through here.

Come on. Come here. Come here.

Fast, fast. I want movement.

The reflectors to this side. Over here.

Right over there. Move with the torches.

Slowly.

Action!

To the left.

There! More! More!

Very good. That's enough.

It's all right now.

How's it going, gringo?

You hit him.

But that's not real!

That's not real.

Is that real?

No, that's not real!

We have to hit you!

Hit hard!

Gringo.

Go to your horses.

And you, Priest,

go to your church.

Go back home!

Don't listen to the evil one!

Enough!

You, Father!

Go to your church. Is this your church, here?

These streets are mine!

Mine and the people's.

Understand?

Okay. Action!

Action.

Move.

You with the torches, move faster.

Joy!

Joy! Joy!

Joy!

Joy! Joy!

More movement! More movement!

Give me movement and lights!

Movement and lights!

And the sun of hope

Rises from the dawn

The light shines bright on last night's dreams

Maria's dreams

Through jungles, suns and moons

Ricochet her reveries

Flying through hills and mountains

Maria's dreams

They pierce closed hearts

Open closed minds

Reveal the truth to lying men

They course through the land

Crying out for more life

In the years of Maria

The dreams of Maria

She sleeps like the stones

That pave winding roads

But like flowers through the cracks sprout always

The dreams of Maria

Hurry! Hurry!

Good evening.

Be careful.

Start it now, Marietta.

Start that machine now.

Start that machine.