The Last Circus AKA Mad Circus (Balada triste de trompeta) (Balada triste de trompeta)

Who's that? I'm not expecting visitors.

It's the sad clown! I painted his face!

-Damn them. -Not again!

-What do we do? -The dress routine, okay?

Hey, blue face!

Okay, show's over!

If you can carry a weapon, get into the trucks!

You've been recruited into the 11th Division

of the Republican Army commanded by Col. Enrique Lister!

Hey, can't you see we're working here? The place is full of children.

Jesus wept!

-Take it easy. -Take it easy?!

When he just barges in here as if he runs the place?

Actually, I do run this place.

And you, clown, are coming with us.

If you're not with us,

you're with the rebels!

Are you with the rebels, clown?

I'm not with anyone. I'm working.

Listen to him. Always joking! Tell him you're joking.

Joking? I tell you, this damned war's a joke! A bad one!

Jesus, Manuel! Apologize.

Why should I apologize to anyone?

Especially this jumped-up cretin, hiding behind his gun...

I like your friend.

He's got balls.

But balls alone don't win wars!

You need discipline, dammit!

Right, then.

Suit yourselves.

If you're up for it, follow me. Let's get this show on the road!

What about the animals?

I want to go with you!

Wait for me at Aunt Angeline's house.

Hurry, hurry!

THE LAST CIRCUS

Open up!

Jesus wept!

Jesus wept!

Hats off!

What's this?

-Can't you see it's a woman? -But, the beard...

Christ!

On your way, lady.

Right...

Here they come!

-Hurry up, they're here! -Okay, damn it!

Right.

Here's the plan.

We open that door and kill the people on the other side.

Otherwise, they'll kill us. Simple as that.

With this?

What?

Think it's a toy, do you?

No, but...

You, clown... give him your rifle.

When those fascist bastards are eating your guts,

you'll be eating your words,

you useless prick!

Hand-to-hand combat is the key to survival.

-Any objections, clown? -No.

Good man.

-I like you. -Just one question.

-What? -Can I change clothes?

No.

A clown with a machete...

You'll scare the shit out of them.

Let's go! Show 'em what you're made of!

Bastards!

Let's get 'em!

Holy shit!

C'mon, clown.

Motherfuckers!

I can't see anything.

Am I wounded?

Attention!

Salute!

At ease!

Stop.

Leave him.

So this is what wiped out my whole regiment?

Very funny.

Now the real fun begins.

Ready!

Load!

Aim!

Fire!

Off limits, kid. Go back to your parents.

I can't find my dad.

Listen, kid...

You'd best go home.

I want to see my dad.

How do you know he's a prisoner?

He didn't do anything. He worked in the circus.

You're the clown's kid?

Will he be shot?

Long live the Republic!

Long live the circus!

Dad.

I told you to go to Aunt Angeline's house.

I want to be with you.

Listen.

There's nothing to worry about.

I doubt they'll kill me. We're being kept prisoner.

Honest?

They need labor. Workers.

It's okay.

A month from now, we'll be together,

eating a nice Sunday roast.

You'll see.

Come on, time's up.

THE WAR IS OVER!

LONG LIVE SPAIN!

Dad.

You look awful.

That's funny. They treat us like royalty.

Don't say that.

My poor son.

Life's been cruel to you.

You never knew your mother, your dad's going to die in jail...

One day you'll be free. You're here for a reason, you said.

So they say. We're going to build a cross.

A huge cross.

It can't be worse than this.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Why do you ask?

A clown?

Of course. Like you, Granddad, everyone.

A funny clown?

Yeah. To make kids laugh.

No.

You should be a sad clown.

Why?

Because you've suffered too much.

Son, you'll never be funny. You were never a kid.

Since childhood

you've faced death.

Your lot is to be the sad clown,

with bushy eyebrows and a little saxophone.

The funny clown's sidekick, who laughs at his jokes.

If I can't make people laugh, no one will ever love me.

Don't say that.

Wait.

There's a way to be happy,

to thwart your fate.

How? What can I do?

Revenge.

Ease your pain with revenge.

Revenge!

Revenge!

Come on, dammit!

What are you doing?

Watch out!

Run for it!

Run!

Dad!

You little bastard!

Colonel, your eye...

Shut up.

INAUGURATION OF THE VALLEY OF THE FALLEN

Franco inaugurates the temple on the 20th anniversary of the victory...

25 YEARS OF PEACE

Our fellow countryman, Angel Cristo,

is regarded as one of the best

Iion tamers in the world.

Have you seen them?

Pompoff and Teddy's cousins.

They're great. And no make-up.

Each to his own style.

Pass me a hairpin.

Look.

One, two, three.

Slick, eh?

Been in the job long?

No. My dad and granddad were clowns, but it's my first time.

Got to start somewhere.

-Do you make kids laugh? -No.

No?

No.

Too bad.

Well, not every gag has to be a side-splitter.

Maybe your humor's more intellectual.

No, it's not that.

I'm a sad clown. I'm not funny.

You're right.

-Then you're doing just fine. -You think so?

Sad? You couldn't look any sadder.

David the trapeze artist.

Hi.

-Manolo the strong man. -Welcome.

Our zebra. Well, painted donkey.

Tightrope walkers and my animals.

The circus boys. We can have a drink here later. When we get paid.

Ramiro!

How do I look?

Fantastic!

The Ghost Biker. They changed his bike.

You sure? It's not too flashy?

Ghosts are supposed to be flashy. Have you tried the turbo?

It needs adjusting.