All language subtitles for Cousin Bette

DR. BIANCHON.

BARONESS?

WHEN WILL
MY SUFFERING END?

SOON.

BLESS YOU, DOCTOR.

DEAR MADAME.

LOVELY...
AND NOBLE CREATURE.

GO NOW.

YES.

[BARONESS SIGHS]

DOCTOR?

IT HARDLY...
SEEMS THE TIME.

HOWEVER, DEAR LADY,
ONE MUST,

FOR THE SAKE
OF ONE'S CONSCIENCE...

YOUR BILL, MADAME.

I HAVE SQUANDERED
EVERYTHING.

ALL OF IT.

ON JOSEPHAT.

YOU WERE YOUNG.

AND VALERIE DE MARNEFFE.

TOOK ADVANTAGE
OF YOUR KIND HEART.

MADEMOISELLE TARQUAY.

I'M YOUR WIFE...

NOT YOUR JUDGE.

I PROMISE YOU
HERE AND NOW

THAT I WILL NEVER,
EVER BE UNFAITHFUL AGAIN.

I SHALL GIVE UP
JENNY CADINE.

JENNY... CADINE?

COUSIN.

HERE...

AT YOUR SIDE.

AS ALWAYS, COUSIN.

DO YOU REMEMBER
OUR GARDEN?

AT SAINT-AUBIN.

THE LILACS?

BLACK AS PLUMS.

I WOULD LIKE SOME
AT MY GRAVE.

YOU'VE ALWAYS LOVED
BEAUTIFUL THINGS.

AND YOU CRAVED
PLAIN MUSLIN, DEAREST BETTE.

ROOTING AROUND
IN THE GARDEN

PULLING UP TURNIPS.

NEVER WITHOUT GOOD
SAINT-AUBIN SOIL

BENEATH YOUR NAILS.

"COUNTESS CABBAGE,"
WE CALLED YOU.

YOU NEVER MINDED.

A FAMILY LIKE OURS

COULD ONLY
PUSH FORWARD ONE GIRL.

YOUR BEAUTY
BENEFITED ALL OF US.

YOU TRIED TO DROWN ME.

AN ACCIDENT.

HOW THEY BEAT YOU.

I DON'T REMEMBER.

[COUGHING]

[COUGHING]

I'LL BE GONE
BEFORE NIGHTFALL.

MY DAUGHTER WILL NEED YOU
MORE THAN EVER.

OH, IF ONLY
I HAD SEEN HER MARRIED.

PROMISE ME YOU'LL TAKE
CARE OF THEM, BETTE.

I PROMISE
I'LL TAKE CARE OF THEM.

I'LL TAKE CARE
OF THEM ALL.

LET HEAVENLY WINGS
ENFOLD THIS ANGEL

AND TAKE HER
TO HER REWARD.

[SOMEONE WHISTLES]

[CHILDREN GIGGLING]

[THUNDER]

Bette: POOR CHILD.

Baron: OH, ADELINE.

Bette: TERRIBLE.

YOUR DEVOTION
TO HER...

MONSIEUR
DE BARON...

FAITHFUL HECTOR...

ALL ALONE.

[SOBS]

PERHAPS
I SHOULD GO.

NO. PLEASE.

I--I NEED YOU HERE
BESIDE ME.

I HOPE I MIGHT SPEAK
CANDIDLY TO YOU

ON THE SUBJECT OF...
ALWAYS.

ABOUT A MATTER...
YES?

A MATTER SOMEWHAT...
[SIGHS]

DELICATE?

A SOMEWHAT DELICATE
MATTER.

DON'T HESITATE.

I WAS HOPING--

YES?

[SERVANT WEEPING]

WELL, Y-YOU MUST AGREE.

[SOBBING]

MARIETTE.

[STOPS SOBBING]

MADEMOISELLE.

A GIRL ALONE...

TRAGIC.

NEEDING A MOTHER.

WHO BETTER?

WHO A MORE
LOGICAL CHOICE?

WELL, YOU KNOW
I...LOVE HORTENSE

AS IF SHE WERE
MY OWN DAUGHTER.

YOU DON'T THINK IT
UNSEEMLY HASTE?

[WHISPERING] Don't you
think we should wait?

WE SHOULD WAIT.

ON THE OTHER HAND...

IT IS WHAT OUR DEAR
ADELINE WOULD HAVE WANTED.

I'LL TELL THE CHILDREN.

HORTENSE?

COME AND JOIN US,
PLEASE.

AND BRING YOUR BROTHER
AND YOUR SISTER-IN-LAW.

WE'RE COMING,
FATHER.
TAKE HIM, PLEASE.

OH, GOD.
WHAT NOW?

[MAN SPEAKING, INDISTINCT]

Brother: I DON'T KNOW
WHAT'S THE MATTER.

Hortense:
IS COUSIN BETTE
STILL HERE?

Sister: QUIETLY.

CHILDREN, I HAVE
SOMETHING TO TELL YOU.

NOT THAT I COULD EVER TAKE
HER PLACE IN YOUR HEARTS...

BUT--BETTE
HAS AGREED

TO BE
OUR HOUSEKEEPER.

HOUSEKEEPER?

FATHER, WE CAN'T AFFORD
ANY ADDITIONAL STAFF.

AND YOU CAN KEEP

THAT LITTLE SEWING JOB
OF YOURS AT THE THEATER.

EXTRA INCOME
NEVER HURT ANYONE.

BUT I--NO, NO, NO, NO.
DON'T THANK ME.

DON'T THANK ME.

MY LITTLE GIRL WILL
BE LOOKED AFTER.

IT IS WE WHO SHOULD
BE THANKING YOU.

COUSIN BETTE.

[HORSES' HOOFBEATS]

[GUNSHOTS]

Man: STOP!

[GUNSHOTS]

THIEF! STOP! STOP!

I CAN'T COMPREHEND
WHY YOU'D DECLINE MY OFFER.

YOU'D BE LIVING WITH US
INSTEAD OF IN THIS...

[MEN SHOUTING]

HELLHOLE.

[MEN SHOUTING]

[SHOUTING]

WHOA. WHOA.

WHOEVER HEARD OF A WOMAN LIVING
ALONE IF SHE DOESN'T HAVE TO?

GOOD NIGHT, COUSIN.

[INDISTINCT
STREET CONVERSATIONS]

[LOUD STREET CONVERSATIONS]

MM-HMM.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[SOFT EXPLOSION]

Woman: * ON THE OTHER SIDE
OF HEAVEN *

* I'LL BE WAITING
FOR YOU *

* WHERE THE CLOUDS
ARE SO SOFT *

* AND THE SKY'S
BABY BLUE *

STOP, STOP,* AND THE-- *
STOP, STOP.

PLEASE...
MADEMOISELLE CADINE.

MY KITTEN,

YOU'RE SINGING ABOUT
LUST AND CORRUPTION,

SEX AND SEDUCTION.
PUT A LITTLE
CROCODILE IN IT.

[GROWLING]

LIKE SO.

AHEM.

[ORCHESTRA RESUMES PLAYING]

HOW CAN I SING...

SMOTHERED
IN PIGEON FEATHERS?

I THINK THIS WILL BE AN
EXCELLENT MOMENT TO TAKE SUPPER.

YOU EXPECT ME TO WEAR
THIS STINKING THING?

I WON'T. IT'S SHIT.

WHAT IDIOT DREAMED UP
THIS ABOMINATION?

Woman: I DID,
MADEMOISELLE.

WHO IS IT?

MADEMOISELLE FISHER.

I WANT HER FIRED,
OR I QUIT.

BUT, JENNY, SHE--

HOW DO YOU THINK THE COSTUME
MIGHT BE IMPROVED?

YOU'VE HIDDEN
ALL MY CHARMS.

WHERE'S MY BOSOM?

WHERE IS MY ASS?

AND WHAT
DO YOU SUGGEST?

ARE YOU THE COSTUMIER
OR NOT?

[SNIP]

[LAUGHTER]

[GASPS]

THAT OUGHT TO DO IT.

WHAT HAVE YOU--

PERFECT.

HA HA HA!
[LAUGHTER]

BRILLIANT.

[LAUGHTER]

Man: BRAVO!

[APPLAUSE]

SEE THAT SHE GETS
A RAISE IN PAY.

WE'LL CELEBRATE WITH
A GLASS OF CHAMPAGNE.

[ORCHESTRA PLAYS]

YOU'RE A BRAVE SOUL.
COULD'VE LOST YOUR JOB.

I CAN SEW IT BACK UP
IF YOU LIKE.

NO. IT'S BEWITCHING.

[LAUGHTER]

LIFE IS SO BORING.

DON'T YOU THINK?

WELL, PERHAPS
NOT FOR YOU.

YOU'RE CLEVER ENOUGH
TO ENTERTAIN YOURSELF.

THAT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE
NOT A TRUE PARISIENNE.

NOR ARE YOU.

YOU'RE A DAUGHTER
OF LORRAINE...

A COUNTRY PEASANT
LIKE ME.

[LAUGHING]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

TREASURE...

YOUR ADMIRERS ARE HERE.

[JENNY AND BETTE
LAUGHING]

MY KITTEN.
HA HA HA!

[MAKES
PURRING SOUND]

[JENNY AND BETTE
LAUGHING]

[SINGING IN ITALIAN]

[THUNDER]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[SOFT NOISE]

[CLICKING]

[HINGES CREAKING]

[THUNDER]

[THUNDER]

[LOUD THUNDER]

HOW'S YOUR SWEETHEART,
COUSIN BETTE?

HE'S NOT VERY WELL,
POOR THING.

DELICATE, IS HE?

YES, AND PALE.

THE COLOR
OF MOONLIGHT.

BUT WHO IS HE?

IS HE A PRINCE?

A PRINCE TO ME.

WHAT IMAGINATIONS
OLD MAIDS HAVE.

WHY, ONLY LAST NIGHT, HE HAD
SUPPER IN MY APARTMENT.

WHAT DID HE DINE ON?

CHEESE AND
A SIP OF WINE.

THAT'S SO LITTLE.

HE'S AN ARTIST.

I'D LIKE TO SEE HIM.

TURN AROUND.
STAND UP STRAIGHT.

I BET HE'S JUST
AN AWFUL OLD BANK CLERK
WITH A GOATEE.

THAT'S WHERE YOU'RE
WRONG, MADEMOISELLE.

SO YOU REALLY
HAVE A SWEETHEART.

JUST AS SURELY
AS YOU DO NOT.

AT THIS RATE, HORTENSE
WILL NEVER BE MARRIED.

SHE'S YOUNG. SHE WANTS
TO BE HAPPY IN LOVE.

MONEY ISN'T SO IMPORTANT
TO A YOUNG GIRL.

SHE BELIEVES
SHE CAN LIVE ON AIR.

THEN TALK TO HER,
COUSIN.

TELL HER TO BE
PRACTICAL.

YOU'VE LIVED ALL THESE
YEARS WITHOUT LOVE.

HASN'T MADE YOU
UNHAPPY.

I'LL SEE WHAT I CAN DO.

I LIVE MOST OF THE YEAR

ON MY ESTATE
IN THE LANGUEDOC.

I FIND THE PRESENCE OF SHEEP
AND COWS VERY SOOTHING.

DON'T YOU, MADEMOISELLE?

Gentleman: MY NEIGHBOR--
THE COUNT D'ARTOIS--

ARGUES THAT THE GOAT'S
"NA-A-AH" HAS MORE CHARACTER.

BUT I FIND IT DISTURBING.

MADAME, AS I ALWAYS SAY
TO MY DEAR FRIEND--

YOUR FATHER, THE BARON--

"HECTOR...
A TITLE IS GOOD.

BUT MONEY IS BETTER."

[SNIFFING]

[SNIFFING AND SNORTING]

YES.

MY DEAR HORTENSE...

ABOVE ALL...

REIGNS...

THE HOLY...

VENERATED...

SUBSTANTIAL...

BEAUTIFUL...

NOBLE...

AND ALL-POWERFUL
FRANC.

DO YOU, UH...KNOW
WHY I HAVE COME?

MARRY ME,
MY LITTLE BUTTERFLY.

GET UP AT ONCE,
MONSIEUR...

OR I SHALL RING
THE BELL!

IT'S--MONSIEUR,
IT'S SO EXQU--GET UP!

YOU WON'T MARRY ME?

NEVER!

I'LL GIVE YOU
200,000 FRANCS

FOR A GLIMPSE
OF YOUR NAKED BODY.

NEVER!

BUT WHY?

YOU'RE...

TOO...HORRIBLE.

I?

WEALTHIEST MAN IN PARIS?

PRODIGY PARFUMIER
TO THE GREAT BURITAUD?

CHEVALIER OF THE LEGION
OF HONOR?

LORD MAYOR OF PARIS?

AND I'M HORRIBLE?

SHE'S SPOILED.

SHE HAS NO IDEA
WHAT HER SITUATION IS.

MONSIEUR CREVEL,
IT'S POSSIBLE

I HAVE A MORE
ATTRACTIVE PROPOSITION.

OH?

YOU KNOW THE BARON
IS THE PROTECTOR

OF THE FAMOUS SINGER
JENNY CADINE?

AN ARRANGEMENT THAT MAKES
HIM THE ENVY OF ALL PARIS.

HE'S GIVEN HER UP.

WHAT?

FOR THE MOMENT.

IF YOU LIKE,
I COULD ARRANGE--

I WOULD GIVE 50,000

TO SNAFFLE THAT IMPERIOUS,
HALF-BAKED ARISTOCRAT'S

MISTRESS AWAY FROM HIM.

OH, WHAT A JOKE...

IF I GOT IN
WHILE HE WAS SNOOZING.

YOU KNOW,

IF I HAD TO CHOOSE BETWEEN
YOU AND THE BARON...

I MEAN, MONSIEUR HULOT IS A
CLEVER, HANDSOME MAN, BUT...

YOU, YOU'RE...

SOLID.

[BREATHING DEEPLY]

HMM.

MEET ME

AT THE THéATRE
DES VARIéTéS,

SATURDAY EVENING
AT 10:00.

BY ALL MEANS.

AT YOUR SERVICE.

ADIEU.

Hortense: THE IDEA
OF SUBSTITUTING

A MARRIAGE CONTRACT FOR TRUE
LOVE MAKES MY HEART SHIVER.

IS THAT WHY
YOU NEVER MARRIED?

I DREAMED
OF MARRYING ONCE...

WHEN I WAS VERY YOUNG.

YOUNGER THAN
YOU ARE NOW.

YOUNG AND
DEEPLY IN LOVE.

WELL, WHAT HAPPENED?

HE MARRIED
SOMEONE ELSE.

NO!

DID YOU EVER
SEE HIM AGAIN?

[HUMMING]

NEVER.

[COUGHING]

[COUGHING]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

[RATTLING HANDLE]

[COUGHING]

[COUGHING]

[BREATHING RAPIDLY
AND COUGHING]

[COUGHING]

OHHH...

FOOLISH BOY,
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

WELL, WE WON'T SPEAK
ABOUT IT NOW.

NO.

[COUGHING]

[COUGHING]

POOR THING, SLEEP.

OHHH...

OH.

DON'T BE ALARMED.

IT'S
MADEMOISELLE FISHER.

I LIVE DOWNSTAIRS.

OH. OH, WITH A HEAD
LIKE THAT,

THERE'S NOTHING LIKE
A GOOD ONION SOUP

AND SOME
BUTTERED BREAD.

I'M SORRY. I--

LET'S NOT REFER TO

YOUR FOOLISHNESS
OF LAST NIGHT.

I KNOW YOU'RE IN
DESPERATE CIRCUMSTANCES.

YOUR RAT TRAPS HAVE KEPT ME
ALIVE FOR WEEKS, MADEMOISELLE.

DID YOU KNOW?

I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE
TO BE HUNGRY

WITHOUT FRIENDS.

I HAVE SOME SAVINGS.

I COULD HELP YOU,
IF YOU LIKE.

YOU ARE TOO GENEROUS.

YOU SHALL GIVE ME
FORMAL RECEIPTS

FOR ALL THE MONEY
I SPEND FOR YOU.

AND WHEN YOU
ARE RICH,

YOU CAN
REPAY IT ALL.

YOU SHALL BE
THE WHOLE WORLD TO ME.

I SHALL BE YOUR SLAVE.

WILL YOU DO EVERYTHING
I TELL YOU?

YES, OF COURSE.

THEN I SHALL EMBRACE YOU
AS MY OWN.

HERE I HAVE A BOY...

RISEN FROM THE GRAVE.

Chorus: * DING DING DING
DING DONG *

* DING DONG DONG *

* DING *
* DING DONG *

* DING DONG DONG *

YOU'RE SINGING.

WHAT?

I'VE NEVER HEARD YOU
SOUND SO CHEERFUL.

* ON THE OTHER SIDE
OF HEAVEN *

* I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU *

* WHERE THE CLOUDS
ARE SO SOFT *

* AND THE SKY'S
BABY BLUE *

* ON THE OTHER SIDE
OF HEAVEN *

* ALL THE ANGELS
WILL SING *

* AS YOU FLY TO ME *

* FLY TO ME *

* FLY *

* ON A GOSSAMER WING *

[AUDIENCE MURMURS LOUDLY]

BRAVO!
BRAVO!

BRAVO!
BRAVO!

BRAVO!
BRAVO!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?

HE HAS BOLD LIPS
AND A SAD SMILE.

I KNEW IT.

AND HE'S
TERRIBLY POOR.

NEARLY STARVED.

HOW ROMANTIC.

HOW OLD IS HE?

20...

5.

OH, WOULD YOU STOP
INTERROGATING ME?

15 YEARS
YOUNGER THAN YOU.

NOW I KNOW
HE CAN'T EXIST.

YOU LITTLE GIRLS IMAGINE ONLY
YOURSELVES CAN HAVE LOVERS.

THEN PROVE TO ME THAT
HE ISN'T A FAIRY TALE.

HE'S A SCULPTOR.
HE MADE THIS FOR ME.

I'VE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING
SO BEAUTIFUL.

AND THERE'S ANOTHER.

THE 4 HORSEMEN
OF THE APOCALYPSE.

AN ANTIQUE DEALER
IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD

HAS IT IN HIS SHOP.

WHAT'S YOUR
SWEETHEART'S NAME?

CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET?

OF COURSE.

DO YOU SWEAR

ON YOUR HAPPINESS
IN THIS WORLD?

I SWEAR.

WENCESLAS.

WENCESLAS.

LET ME KEEP IT, PLEASE.

JUST FOR A LITTLE WHILE.

IT'S SO PRETTY.

IT WILL CHEER ME UP.

WELL, JUST
FOR A LITTLE WHILE, THEN.

[BANGING]

HERE, WENCESLAS.

LOOK WHAT
I'VE BROUGHT YOU.

BETTE, YOU'RE AMAZING.

[CLICKS HIS HEELS]

WELL, EAT ONE
AND STOP STARING AT ME.

HAVE YOU BEEN WORKING?

YOU DON'T SEEM
TO PROGRESS VERY FAR.

I'M NOT SURE
YOU DESERVE THESE.

WELL, YOU KNOW,
DEAR LADY...

THERE IS A SAYING.

LIFE IS MORE
THAN WORK ALONE.

[LIGHT GASP]

MAKE A FORTUNE FIRST,

AND THEN YOU MAY
HAVE YOUR FUN.

AND WHAT IF I DIE
BEFORE I GET RICH?

WELL, I WON'T
LET YOU DIE.

I HAVE
LIFE ENOUGH FOR 2.

BY THE WAY,

HORTENSE THOUGHT
YOUR BRONZE BIRD

VERY NICE.

WHAT DID YOUR
PRETTY COUSIN SAY?

WHO TOLD YOU
SHE WAS PRETTY?

YOU DID.

GOODNESS. YOUR SLEEVE
NEEDS MENDING.

I'VE BEEN
NEGLECTING YOU.

I IMAGINE SHE MUST BE

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL
YOUNG WOMAN IN PARIS.

IF YOU WANT TO GET OUT
OF YOUR PREDICAMENT,

YOU OUGHT TO SPEND
MORE TIME ON YOUR WORK

AND LESS TIME
IMAGINING MY COUSIN.

[WHISPERS]
Mademoiselle!

HMM?

Yes.

THIS WAX SHOULD
KEEP YOU BUSY,

AND I'VE MADE YOU
A SCHEDULE,

MUCH LIKE MY OWN.

YOU WORK
WITHOUT DISTRACTION

FROM SUNRISE
UNTIL NOON.

AND AFTER
A LIGHT LUNCH,

YOU RESUME WORK
UNTIL DINNER AT 6:00.

EXCEPT ON WEDNESDAYS,

WHEN I DINE
WITH MY COUSINS.

HERE. I'VE WRITTEN IT
ALL DOWN FOR YOU.

IF YOU FOLLOW
THIS PLAN

AND ARE PRODUCTIVE,

YOUR LIFE WILL CHANGE
FOR THE BETTER.

SUGAR?

BARON!

LOOK AS IF WE'RE
JUST TAKING A STROLL.

STROLLING?
IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD?

SHE'S TOO LITTLE
FOR YOU, MONSIEUR.

REALLY.

RRRREOW!

Baron: COUSIN BETTE
LIVES NEAR HERE.

Hortense: I KNOW,
AND SHE MUSTN'T SEE US.

WHAT ARE YOU UP TO?

WATCH FOR COUSIN BETTE.

IF YOU SEE HER,

TELL HER YOU WERE
IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD

ON BUSINESS.

BUT, MY DEAR--

BAFFLING WOMEN.

[CHILDREN LAUGH]

Man: FROM AN ESTATE
AT CHELON-SERMANE.

SHE'S BRONZE
AND QUITE DELICATE.

I DON'T CARE
FOR WOOD NYMPHS.

WHAT ABOUT HORSES?

HORSES,
MADEMOISELLE?

WHAT'S THAT,
THERE IN THE WINDOW?

AREN'T THOSE HORSES?

Dealer: YES, INDEED,
THOSE ARE HORSES.

Wenceslas: MADEMOISELLE
HAS A FINE EYE.

I--I--

YOU STARTLED ME.

COUNT WENCESLAS STEINBACH.

OH!

[URINATING]

I BEG YOUR PARDON.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

HOW--HOW MUCH IS IT?

Dealer:
1,500 FRANCS.

IF IT WERE 1,200,
I'D ASK YOU TO SEND IT TO ME.

IT'S AN ANTIQUITY,
MADEMOISELLE.

I HAPPEN TO KNOW
IT WAS MADE THIS YEAR,

AND I'VE COME TO ASK YOU,

IF WE CAN AGREE
ON THE PRICE,

TO SEND US THE ARTIST.

WE MIGHT BE ABLE
TO ARRANGE

IMPORTANT COMMISSIONS
FOR HIM.

[CRASH]

COME AN HOUR FROM NOW
TO THIS ADDRESS, MONSIEUR.

DO NOT SHOW THIS CARD

OR MENTION MY NAME
TO MADEMOISELLE FISHER.

SHE IS MY COUSIN.

BETTE IS YOUR COUSIN?

I'M HORTENSE HULOT.

[CHILDREN SHOUTING]

[CHANGE CLATTERS]

[SHOUTING]

OH, THANK GOD
FOR THAT.

WHAT ON EARTH WERE
YOU DOING IN THERE?

I SPENT MY SAVINGS--
1,200 FRANCS.

1,200 FRANCS?!

WHAT COULD YOU
POSSIBLY FIND IN THERE

TO SPEND
SO MUCH MONEY ON?

A HUSBAND.

VICTORY!

MY BRONZE HAS BEEN SOLD!

AAH! WENCESLAS,
PUT ME DOWN!

WHO?
WHO BOUGHT IT?

YOU'RE TAKING
THE DAY OFF TOMORROW.

WE'RE GOING SHOPPING.

I'M GOING TO BUY YOU
A NEW DRESS, A NEW HAT--

WENCESLAS, TELL ME.
WHO BOUGHT THE BRONZE?

THE GREAT PARFUMIER,
CESAR CREVEL.

COMPLETELY UNEXPECTED.

STIDMANN HAD JUST
OPENED THE SHOP

WHEN THE MAGNIFICENT
MILORD PULLED UP.

6 MATCHING GRAYS

WITH THE PARFUMIER
HIMSELF.

HE'S THE RICHEST MAN
IN PARIS, YOU KNOW.

WITH HIS MISTRESS.

PERHAPS HE'S FURNISHING
AN APARTMENT FOR HER.

WENCESLAS, I'VE NEVER
SEEN YOU SO GIDDY.

COME, SIT BESIDE ME
FOR A MOMENT.

HOLD MY HAND.

NOW TELL ME
ABOUT YOUR SUCCESS

ALL OVER AGAIN,
START TO FINISH.

I HAVE TO GO.

CREVEL WANTS THE PIECE
DELIVERED IMMEDIATELY.

IMMEDIATELY.

I MUST BE FRANK WITH YOU,
MONSIEUR LE BARON.

THINGS HAVEN'T BEEN EASY
FOR ME HERE IN PARIS,

A FOREIGNER, AN ORPHAN.

IN OTHER WORDS,
YOU'RE PENNILESS.

WE ALL ARE.

I HARDLY KNOW A COUNT
OR A BARON

WHO WOULDN'T HAVE
TO BEG HIS BREAD

WERE IT NOT
FOR HIS TITLE,

NO MATTER HOW
HE CAME BY IT.

YOU WERE BORN TO YOURS,
COUNT.

I WAS MADE BARON.

NAPOLEON MADE ME A BARON.

THE WARS MADE ME RICH.

HMM!

WHAT OF IT?

WARS CAN'T LAST FOREVER.

MONSIEUR,
WOULD YOU MIND...

THAT IS,
WOULD YOU OBJECT...

IF I WERE
TO PURSUE...

MY DAUGHTER.

YES, MONSIEUR.

THIS BRANDY IS TWICE
THE AGE OF MY DAUGHTER,

AND YET IT IS CONSIDERED
A YOUNG BRANDY.

IT WOULD BE, YES,
YOUNG.

HMM.

YOU COULD SAY THAT
I'VE FORCED IT OPEN.

MMM.

PREMATURELY.

AH.

DO YOU FEEL EQUAL

TO UNDERTAKING
A STATUE 9 FEET HIGH?

YES, MONSIEUR.

GOOD.

HORTENSE HAS GREAT FAITH
IN YOUR ABILITY.

SHE'S ASKED ME TO OBTAIN
A COMMISSION FOR YOU.

WELL, PERHAPS I CAN.

THE OFFICERS
OF THE IMPERIAL GUARD

HAVE SUBSCRIBED A LARGE SUM
FOR A STATUTE

OF MY UNCLE DE FORZHEIM.

I HARDLY KNOW
WHAT TO SAY.

FOR MY DAUGHTER'S SAKE,
I'LL STICK MY NECK OUT.

THANK YOU.

THANK YOU, S-SIR.

YOU HAVE JUST SEEN
COUSIN BETTE'S SWEETHEART,

WHO IS NOW MINE.

YOUR NOTE SAID
YOU WERE DESPERATE.

OH, I AM.

I AM.

SOMETHING'S HAPPENED,

AND THERE'S NOTHING
TO BE DONE.

WHAT IS IT?

I'VE BECOME OLD.

AH.

24.

A WRETCHED AGE.

I MAY AS WELL BE DEAD.

LOOK.

I'VE BROUGHT
YOUR NEW SLIPPERS.

DON'T TRY TO CONSOLE ME.

NOW...

YOU WERE 24 YESTERDAY,

AND IT DIDN'T SEEM
TO BOTHER YOU THEN.

TODAY...

WHILE I WAS WALKING
IN THE PARK...

I CAME UPON
A HIDEOUS OLD WOMAN,

FACE SWOLLEN AND SCRATCHED.

SHE STANK OF
STALE WINE AND SWEAT.

IN HER FILTHY TRESSES,

SHE HAD PLACED
A BEAUTY PATCH--

ONE RED CAMELLIA.

I KNEW AT ONCE
WHO SHE WAS.

YOU KNEW HER?

SHE WAS KNOWN AS CARRIBINE.

WHEN I WAS A YOUNG GIRL,

SHE WAS THE MOST FAMOUS
COURTESAN IN PARIS.

EVERYONE ENVIED
HER DAZZLING SHOULDERS

AND MILKY SKIN.

SHE HAD A NECK SO SMOOTH,

IT MIGHT HAVE BEEN TURNED
ON A LATHE.

HER TRADEMARK
WAS A BEAUTY PATCH--

A RED CAMELLIA.

"CARRIBINE?" I SAID.

"NO. CARRIBINE IS NO MORE.

SHE HAS LEFT ME."

WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO ME

WHEN I'M NO LONGER
BEAUTIFUL?

I'M NOT SURE.

IT'S NEVER BEEN A CONCERN.

I WISH I WERE YOU.

NO ONE'S EVER
WISHED THAT BEFORE.

POOR CARRIBINE.

[CRYING]

Hortense: ARE YOU
IN LOVE WITH MY COUSIN?

BETTE? SHE'S AN ANGEL.

OH, YES. I DON'T KNOW
WHAT I'D DO WITHOUT HER.

SHE'S NANNY,
OLDER SISTER, AND MOTHER

ALL ROLLED INTO ONE.

THAT SHE IS.

I SUPPOSE I SHOULD TELL HER
ABOUT YOUR VISITS.

OF COURSE.
SHE'D UNDERSTAND.

SHE CERTAINLY WOULD.

SHE WANTS NOTHING MORE
THAN TO SEE ME HAPPY.

[DOGS BARK]

JUST GET DOWN. DOWN!

[CLOCK CHIMES]

JUST IMAGINE IT,
MADEMOISELLE.

LETA LIES ON THE GROUND.

IT IS THE MOMENT
SHE SUCCUMBS.

WENCESLAS?

IT'S TIME FOR LUNCH.

THE BIRD IS CLOSE UPON HER.

AND IF MY SCULPTOR'S ART...

CAN MAKE BRONZE TREMBLE,

THEN I SHALL DEPICT THE BIRD
TREMBLING WITH DESIRE,

POISED OVER HER.

WONDERFUL.

WENCESLAS.

IS THAT COUSIN BETTE?

Wenceslas: IT'S NOT.

OHH. OHH.

WHAT TIME IS IT?

I HAVE TO GO, MY DARLING.

WELL?

WELL, WHAT?

IT'S 1:00.

WE ALWAYS HAVE LUNCH
AT 12:00.

YOU WEREN'T IN YOUR ROOM.
WHERE WERE YOU?

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

WALKING.

THAT'S RIDICULOUS.
WHY WERE YOU WALKING?

I WAS RESTLESS.

MUDDLED, REALLY.

I THOUGHT A WALK
WOULD DO ME GOOD.

WORK DOES YOU GOOD.

I WORK NIGHT AND DAY.

YOU CALL THOSE LITTLE
RED WAX FIGURES

AND SKETCHES WORK?

LISTEN, IF YOU LOCK ME
IN A CUPBOARD,

WHAT GOOD ART
I'LL MAKE FOR YOU THEN.

IF FINE WORKS COULD BE
MANUFACTURED LIKE NAILS,

BLACKSMITHS WOULD MAKE THEM.

WELL, SARCASM WON'T
BUY THE GROCERIES,

LET ALONE PAY
WHAT YOU OWE ME.

MADEMOISELLE, I HARDLY
NEED BE REMINDED

OF THE DEBT I OWE YOU.

MY GOD! IT SEEMS YOU HAVE
SNATCHED ME FROM DEATH

ONLY TO MAKE ME YOUR SLAVE.

WELL, I'D RATHER BE DEAD.

WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

[MUMBLES]

Bette: SPEAK UP.

I-I'M GOING AWAY.

NO, PLEASE.

WENCESLAS,

FORGIVE ME.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT
IT'S LIKE TO BE SHUT UP

IN A LONELY ROOM
NIGHT AFTER NIGHT,

WITH ONLY THE SOUND OF
THE RAIN ON THE WINDOWS

TO LULL YOU TO SLEEP?

NOW I HAVE YOU.

I CAN BLOW OUT MY CANDLE
WHEN I GO TO BED

AND SEE YOU
IN MY MIND...

IMAGINE YOUR WILD HAIR,
YOUR EYES...

YOUR BEAUTIFUL HANDS.

IT'S ALL RIGHT.
I'M HERE.

I'M STILL HERE.

Man: AND IN
THE CAMPAIGN OF 1805...

I LED THE GRENADIERS FROM
VIENNA TO AUSTERLITZ...

THROUGH 6 FEET OF SNOW.

CUTLETS!

AND THESE WERE MY REWARD.

FROM THE EMPEROR HIMSELF.

FATHER, I HAVE SPOKEN
TWICE TO THE COOK

ABOUT THE PRICE
OF CUTLETS.

WE CANNOT AFFORD...

WE MUST TALK ABOUT
OUR FINANCIAL SITUATION.

NOT AT DINNER, VICTORIN.

YOU'RE GIVING ME
INDIGESTION.

MAY I BE EXCUSED?

NO, YOU MAY NOT.

Bette: HORTENSE,
YOUR UNCLE HAPPENS TO BE

YOUR MOST ARDENT ADMIRER
AT PRESENT.

HORTENSE HAS STILL
TO BE MARRIED, THEN?

Bette, shouting:
TIME ENOUGH FOR THAT.

THAT'S WHAT YOU SAY,

YOU BAD SEED THAT
REFUSED TO BLOSSOM.

[LAUGHTER]

OH, DON'T WORRY.

MONSIEUR STEINBACH'S IN.

HE HASN'T BEEN OUT
EVEN ONCE TODAY.

[COIN CLATTERS]

DON'T SQUIRM.

IF YOU WOULD JUST PAY
ATTENTION TO FASHION,

YOU WOULDN'T BE
SO PLAIN.

AH, AND MOST IMPORTANT.

I THINK THE COUSIN
OF THE LEGENDARY
ADELINE HULOT--

IF YOU WANT TO BE MY FRIEND,
DON'T MENTION HER NAME.

I ONLY MEANT TO SAY THAT
SHE WAS SO BEAUTIFUL.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

I'M SORRY.
I DIDN'T KNOW.

OF COURSE YOU DIDN'T KNOW.

HOW COULD YOU KNOW?

YOU DON'T KNOW
HOW I WAS...

SACRIFICED TO ADELINE.

THEY SLAPPED ME
AND CARESSED HER.

I WENT DRESSED LIKE A DRUDGE
AND SHE LIKE A LADY.

I DUG THE GARDEN,
PEELED THE VEGETABLES.

SHE NEVER LIFTED A FINGER

EXCEPT TO TIE HER RIBBONS.

YOU'VE MADE ME LOOK
RIDICULOUS.

Jenny: LET'S NOT FIGHT.

I NEED MY STRENGTH.

I HAVE TO SPEND 2 HOURS
WITH CREVEL TONIGHT.

WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?

THE BARON.

BUT IT WAS PURCHASED
BY CESAR CREVEL.

YES, HE MUST HAVE
GIVEN IT TO YOU.

OH, HOW YOU MIX UP
THESE OLD MEN OF YOURS.

CREVEL GAVE ME THIS.

BUT IT CAN'T BE.

THEY SAY THE YOUNG ARTIST
IS DEVILISHLY HANDSOME

AND THAT HE LIVES
WITH A HAG,

A FIERCE-EYED DRAGON

WHO WON'T LET HIM
OUT OF HER SIGHT.

HAG?

THE BARON IS BACKING HIM

SINCE HE'S NEARLY
HIS SON-IN-LAW.

OH. OH.

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

OH, WATER. WATER.

MY HEAD IS ON FIRE!

OH.

I'LL SEE THEM,
ALL OF THEM...

FALLEN IN THE DUST.

FALLEN LOWER THAN I AM.

GIVE ME YOUR HANDS.

YOU ARE FRIGHTENING ME.

ARE WE NOT BOTH...

DAUGHTERS OF THE SOIL...

AND BLOOD OF THE VOGES?

WE ARE.

DO YOU TRUST ME,

AS YOU WOULD A SISTER?

YES.

AND WILL YOU HELP ME,

AS YOU WOULD A SISTER?

YES.

THEN YOU WILL BE THE AX,

AND I WILL BE THE HAND

THAT WIELDS YOU.

ELIZABETH.

FOR WHOM ARE YOU MAKING
THAT LOVELY BOX?

YOU GAVE ME A FRIGHT.

OH, STIDMANN ASKED ME
TO THROW IT TOGETHER.

LOOK. THESE FLOWERS
ARE HORTENSIA.

WHAT OF IT?

WHY HAVE YOU NEVER
MADE ANYTHING FOR ME?

WOULD IT HAVE BEEN
SO DIFFICULT

TO DESIGN A LITTLE BOX
FOR ME?

[LAUGHS]

AND YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME.

I DO LOVE YOU, BETTE.

THEN MARRY ME.

NO ONE HAS EVER TOLD ME
SO PLAINLY BEFORE

HOW HIDEOUS I AM.

OH, NO, NO, NO.

I'M JUST SHOCKED BY...

I HAVE A VERY DEEP
AFFECTION FOR YOU.

MARRY ME, WENCESLAS.

THAT'S INSANITY.

WAS IT INSANITY TO BRING
YOU BACK FROM THE DEAD?

WAS IT INSANE TO SPEND
MY NIGHTS WORKING BESIDE YOU,

HANDING OVER MY LIFE SAVINGS--

STOP!

PLEASE,
MADEMOISELLE.

I DO LOVE YOU.

YOU WILL ALWAYS BE
THE MOTHER I LOST.

LET ME BE HAPPY,
MY GOOD ANGEL.

I LOVE A DIVINE YOUNG
GIRL, AND SHE LOVES ME.

MAY GOD PROTECT YOU.

EVERYONE KNOWS

THAT IF THE BARON
WERE TO DIE TOMORROW,

HORTENSE WOULD BE LEFT
TO BEG ON THE STREETS.

HOW CAN HE HAVE HATCHED
SUCH A WEDDING?

I MADE HIM A SMALL LOAN.

70,000.

WHAT A HAPPY OCCASION,
BARON.

MUST HAVE COST YOU
A FORTUNE.

YES. AMAZING
HOW YOU MANAGE.

HECTOR, I WAS
TELLING THE PRINCE...

IT SEEMS ROMANCE COUNTS
FOR EVERYTHING THESE DAYS.

I'VE BEEN REJECTED
BY YOUR DAUGHTER

FOR A PENNILESS ARTIST.

BUT I FIND MYSELF CONSOLED.

I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND.

SHE IMPLORED ME
TO BRING HER.

MIND? CERTAINLY NOT.

WHY SHOULD 2 OLD FRIENDS
LIKE US QUARREL OVER A...

A PETTICOAT?

THERE'S BETTE.

[MUSIC STOPS]

WICKED BOY.

YOU SHOULD HAVE
TOLD ME RIGHT AWAY

IT WAS HORTENSE
YOU LOVED.

I THOUGHT
YOU HAD DESERTED ME.

BUT NOW
YOU'RE MY COUSIN.

THANK YOU FOR
BEING SWEET, COUSIN.

I OWE MY HAPPINESS
TO YOU.

I'M SURE YOU WILL HAVE ALL
THE HAPPINESS YOU DESERVE.

[MUSIC RESUMES]

[BABY CRIES]

* WHAT IS THE FIRE
THAT BURNS FOREVER? *

* WHO IS THE BEAST
THAT NEVER DIES? *

* WHAT IS THE BLADE
THAT CUTS SO DEEPLY? *

* WHO IS THE GOD
THAT HEARS NO CRIES? *

* NOTHING YOU DO,
NOTHING YOU SAY *

* NOTHING, NO, NOTHING *

* CAN TAKE IT AWAY *

* NOTHING CAN CURE,
NOTHING CAN SAVE *

* LOVE IS THE MASTER *

* YOU ARE THE SLAVE *

* YOU ARE THE SLAVE *

* WHAT IS THE STORM *

* THAT GIVES NO WARNING? *

* WHAT IS THE FLASH
OF BLINDING LIGHT? *

* WHY IS THERE DARKNESS
IN THE MORNING *

* WHILE AN INFERNO
BURNS AT NIGHT? *

* NOTHING YOU DO,
NOTHING YOU SAY *

* NOTHING, NO, NOTHING
CAN TAKE IT AWAY *

* NOTHING CAN CURE,
NOTHING CAN SAVE *

* LOVE IS THE MASTER *

* YOU ARE THE SLAVE *

* YOU ARE THE SLAVE *

[LAUGHTER]

* LOVE IS THE MASTER *

* YOU ARE THE SLAVE *

* YOU ARE THE SLAVE *

* YOU ARE THE SLAVE *

HOW CAN ONE
IMPROVE UPON IT?

ITALIAN?

HEH. GREEK.

INTIMIDATING.

NOT AT ALL.

I MEAN, THE SPACE.
IT'S LARGER THAN MEDAIS.

SO IS MY TALENT,
DEAR FRIEND.

THIS MOUNTAIN OF MARBLE

IS TO BE
MY FIRST MAJOR WORK.

IT IS TO MY FUTURE WORKS

WHAT RAPHAEL'S
MARRIAGE OF THE VIRGIN

WAS TO HIS.

SHOW ME
THE PLASTER MODEL.

THERE ISN'T ONE.

YOU ARE A GENIUS.

IT'S ALL UP HERE.

YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY.

BETWEEN THE PLASTER
AND THE MARBLE,

A MASTERPIECE
MAY BE RUINED.

CLAUDE VIGNON
WANTS A STUDIO VISIT.

CLAUDE VIGNON?

HE'S LINING UP NEXT SEASON'S
SALON EXHIBITION.

WILL NEXT WEEK DO?

YOU'LL HAVE MADE
PROGRESS BY THEN.

I INTEND TO DO
NOTHING BUT WORK.

I WILL SNATCH FIRE
FROM HEAVEN

LIKE PROMETHEUS.

ARE YOU SURE
YOU DON'T MIND TAKING HIM?

Bette:
GOING OUT AGAIN?

BETTE...

YOU ALWAYS KNOW

HOW TO DEAL WITH THE
DIFFICULTIES OF LIFE.

WHAT IS IT?

WENCESLAS HASN'T
WORKED A DAY

SINCE WE'VE
BEEN MARRIED.

A SENSIBLE GIRL
MARRIES AN ARTIST

AFTER HE'S MADE
HIS FORTUNE.

HE TALKS ABOUT WORKING,

BUT NOTHING
HAS BEEN DONE.

THE COMMITTEE IS THREATENING
TO TAKE BACK THE COMMISSION.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

HELLO, ELIZABETH.

WILL YOU BE LONG?

I'LL BE WAITING
IN THE CARRIAGE.

I DON'T WANT TO GO.

YOU'D BE WISE
TO KEEP AN EYE ON HIM.

AN EYE ON WENCESLAS?

WHAT BEGINS AS A FLIRTATION
MORE OFTEN THAN NOT--

IS DADDY A FLIRT?

ESPECIALLY FOR AN ARTIST.

NO. YOU'RE THE FLIRT,
AREN'T YOU?

A MAN WITH
A PASSIONATE TEMPERAMENT.

WHAT IS IT, RABBIT?

NEVER MIND.

I'M SURE THERE'S
NOTHING AT ALL TO THE TALK.

WENCESLAS WORSHIPS
HIS BEAUTIFUL YOUNG WIFE.

HE HASN'T A DEVIOUS BONE
IN HIS BODY.

NO.

NO.

IDLE GOSSIP.

[CRIES]

DON'T GIVE IT ANOTHER THOUGHT,
MY DARLING.

THE NOBLE SOLDIER--

HEART AND MUSCLE

BURSTING THE BONES
OF HIS MARBLE PRISON,

DARING THE ENEMY
TO MEET HIM ON THE FIELD.

MARBLE SPEAKS TO ME
IN A COLD LANGUAGE.

BRONZE
WHISPERS HOTLY.

I'VE ALWAYS SAID

IT'S A QUESTION
OF TEMPERATURE.

SOMETIMES
I SIT FOR HOURS

AND LISTEN TO THE MURMUR
OF THE MARBLE.

CHAMPAGNE AT ONCE.

WE'RE ABOUT
TO CONQUER PARIS.

I'M NOT FEELING VERY WELL.

NONE OF THIS IS REAL.

WHAT IS REAL IS THE SECRET
LANGUAGE OF THE STONE.

IT TELLS ME WHEN
I AM READY TO CREATE.

IT SHOUTS AT ME,

"I AM READY.
I AM READY NOW."

OR..."NOT YET.
NOT JUST YET."

[LAUGHTER]

LET BANKERS AND POLITICIANS
MEET DEADLINES.

LET CARPENTERS
AND SHOEMAKERS

PRODUCE ON DEMAND.

IT'S INSPIRATION
I'M SPEAKING OF.

A VISION.

MYSTERY.

THE ONLY MYSTERY

IS HOW MUCH LONGER
THE MINISTRY WILL WAIT

FOR DE FORZHEIM'S STATUE.

[LAUGHTER]

I'VE ALWAYS SAID

YOU WERE THE ONLY
SENSIBLE ONE IN THE FAMILY.

DEPLORABLE.
BOTTOMLESS PIT.

HE'LL END UP
IN THE POORHOUSE.

YOU CAN ALWAYS TURN
TO A MONEYLENDER.

I COULD NEVER
STOOP SO LOW.

ONE NEVER KNOWS.

HIS NAME IS VAUVINET.

* NOTHING YOU DO,
NOTHING YOU SAY *

* NOTHING, NO, NOTHING
CAN TAKE IT AWAY *

* NOTHING CAN CURE... *

FATHER, I MUST
SPEAK WITH YOU,

OR I SHALL DO
SOMETHING DESPERATE.

STILL A YOUNG DEVIL WHEN I
PUT MY MIND TO IT, AM I NOT?

I MUST POINT OUT THAT
OUR FINANCIAL RESOURCES

ARE EXTREMELY LIMITED.

OH, MONEY.
ALWAYS MONEY.

IT'S FAR WORSE
THAN I THOUGHT.

ACCORDING TO MY CALCULATIONS,
WE NEED 75,000--

GO TO WISSEMBOURG.

WE OWE HIM 85,000 ALREADY.

TRY NUCINGEN, THEN.

YOU OWE HIM 37.

WHAT ABOUT
YOUR UNCLE DE FORZHEIM?

IF YOU DON'T REPAY HIM,

HE'LL END UP IN
DEBTOR'S PRISON BEFORE WE DO!

NOW, LOUIS PHILLIPE
OR AMERICANA?

[VIOLIN MUSIC PLAYS]

LAST MONTH,
THEY ONLY HELD 60 FRANCS.

YOU'LL MAKE A PAUPER
OUT OF ME YET.

AND WHAT COQUETTE
HAS HAD THE PRIVILEGE

OF MAKING A PAUPER
OUT OF YOU, MONSIEUR?

HA HA HA HA.

WE'VE REVIEWED
YOUR SITUATION.

YES.

AND IT DOESN'T
LOOK GOOD.

NO.

BUT...I THINK
WE CAN HELP YOU.

YOUR BACKGROUND AND YOUR
EXCELLENT CREDIT RECORD

GIVE US CONFIDENCE THAT--

YES?

YOU WILL MAKE GOOD
ON ANY FINANCIAL ASSISTANCE

WE EXTEND.

OH, CERTAINLY.

SO WE ARE PLEASED
TO INFORM YOU

THAT WE CAN LEND
THE FULL 75,000.

OH, STUPENDOUS!

AT AN INTEREST RATE OF...

25%.

BARON HULOT.

[KNOCK KNOCK]

SWEETHEART...

IT'S YOUR HECTOR.

JENNY, MY DARLING.

HECTOR.

THE SIGN SAID
YOU WERE INDISPOSED.

I WASN'T
EXPECTING YOU.

I COULDN'T STAY AWAY
ANY LONGER.

OH, MY PET.

MY PRIZE.

MMM.

MMM!

AHH.

OH, YES.

YES.
YES.

NOW!
YES.

NOW?

NOW. NOW.

OH, MY DARLING, I'VE NEVER
SEEN YOU SO AMOROUS.

I'M SPEECHLESS.

THEN DON'T SPEAK.

OH. OH.

UNH.

OH. OH. GOD!

[MOANING IN ECSTASY]

AHH.

GOOD GOD, MAN!

BARON.

HECTOR, YOU KNOW
MONSIEUR CREVEL, DON'T YOU?

WE'RE GOING TO SUPPER.

YOU MAY JOIN US, OLD DEAR,
UNDER ONE CONDITION--

THAT YOU IMMEDIATELY DRINK
2 BOTTLES OF CHAMPAGNE

TO CATCH UP.

WE'RE AT THE QUACKING STAGE.

QUACK!
HA HA HA HA HA.

QUACK!

QUACK.
HA HA HA HA.

JENNY, HOW COULD YOU?

HOW COULD I WHAT?

HE'S PRACTICALLY A DWARF.

LISTEN!

HAVE YOU GOT
600,000 FRANCS

FOR A NEW HOUSE
AND FURNITURE?

CAN YOU PAY ME
30,000 FRANCS A YEAR?

OH, YOU'RE CRYING.

THE EMPIRE IS DYING.

I SALUTE THE EMPIRE.

OHH...

JUST LOOK HOW SERIOUSLY
YOU TAKE THE THING.

GOODNESS KNOWS,
YOU OUGHT TO BE THANKFUL.

I'D HAVE RUINED YOU.

YOU'VE SPENT
THOUSANDS ALREADY,

AND EVERYONE IN PARIS KNOWS
YOU HAVEN'T ANY MONEY.

I HAVE MONEY.
I HAVE MONEY.

PLEASE, I HAVE MONEY.

I LOVE YOU.

PLEASE DON'T
LEAVE ME.

SEND IN MONSIEUR CREVEL
ON YOUR WAY OUT.

NATURALLY, MARIETTE,

WHO HAS SERVED US FAITHFULLY
SINCE SHE WAS A CHILD,

WILL STAY ON,

AS WILL
THE GARDENER BERTRON.

THE REST OF YOU CAN
COUNT ON US FOR REFERENCES.

SO, TO BRING THIS
PAINFUL MATTER TO A CLOSE,

LET ME EXPRESS MY REGRETS

AND PAY A SMALL AMOUNT,

ON ACCOUNT, TO EACH OF YOU.

MADEMOISELLE OLIVIER.

AHH, HERE IS MY FATHER.

HECTOR DEAR.

HE'LL KNOW WHAT TO DO.

WHAT HAPPENED?

AND ONLY LAST WEEK,
A NEW PAIR OF BOOTS

AND A GREEN VELVET--

STOP. STOP.
MY DEAR....

CREATURES LIKE THAT
DON'T KNOW WHAT LOVE IS.

OH, COUSIN.

YOU'RE LUCKY
TO BE RID OF HER.

AND THERE IS YOUR HONOR
TO THINK OF.

MY HONOR?

YOU'RE THE BARON
HECTOR PIERRE HULOT.

YES?

YOU CAN'T LET
SUCH AN AFFRONT PASS.

N-NO.

YOU MUST HAVE SATISFACTION.

YES.

YES.

I MUST HAVE
SATISFACTION

FROM THAT--
THAT...

BUSINESSMAN.

MY PISTOLS!

1...

Man: CREVEL'S
AS GOOD AS DEAD.

HE'S NEVER HELD A PISTOL
IN HIS LIFE.

2...

IT'S LIKELY
WE'RE ALL IN DANGER.

3...

WHY WON'T YOU DISCUSS IT?

4...

Baron: YOU HAVE
DISHONORED ME...

5...

AND STOLEN
MY LITTLE SONGBIRD.

6...

BUT--

7...

BARON, PLEASE.

8...

I'M HALF YOUR SIZE!

9...

THERE MUST BE ANOTHER--

10!

TURN...

AND FIRE!

HECTOR, I'M SORRY.
I'M SO SORRY.

Baron:
MY KNEE! MY KNEE!

MY FRIEND,
WHAT HAVE WE DONE?

CESAR, MY FRIEND.
MY DEAR FRIEND.

WHO WOULD LIKE
TO BE FIRST?

HECTOR.

[CROWD BOOS AND JEERS]

[APPLAUSE]

[DRUMMERS STOP]

THANK YOU, MAYOR CREVEL,
FOR THOSE KIND WORDS.

THIS IS A GLORIOUS DAY,

A DAY THAT REPRESENTS
A DOUBLE HONOR

FOR THE HULOT FAMILY.

FIRSTLY, THE COURAGE
OF MY UNCLE,

GENERAL PIERRE HULOT
DE FORZHEIM--

HIS LIFETIME OF SERVICE
TO THE EMPEROR NAPOLEON

AND TO OUR COUNTRY AS A SOLDIER
IN THE GRAND ARMY OF FRANCE.

AND THIS HISTORIC OCCASION

ALSO MARKS THE DEBUT OF MY...

BRILLIANT AND TALENTED
SON-IN-LAW...

COUNT WENCESLAS STEINBACH.

WE HAVE ALL WAITED
WITH KEEN ANTICIPATION

FOR THIS MOMENT.

AND SO...WITHOUT
FURTHER ADO...

[SILENCE FROM THE CROWD]

MARVELOUS.

[CROWD CONTINUES BOOING]

MARVELOUS!

AFTER ALL
I'VE DONE FOR YOU.

PRACTICALLY BANKRUPTED ME
WITH THIS STUDIO

FOR THESE--

"A POOR PIECE OF WORK."

"DECORATIVE."

WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING
IN HERE, FOR GOD'S SAKE?

AN ARTIST CAN'T ALWAYS
PLEASE THE RABBLE.

RABBLE?!

RABBLE?! THESE ARE
THE OPINIONS OF THE CRITICS.

BLOCKHEADS.
IGNORAMUSES.

OH, SHUT UP!

SHUT UP, OR I'LL HAVE YOU
THROWN IN JAIL, YOU HEAR ME?

YOU'VE HUMILIATED ME,
RUINED ME!

YOU MUST PAY BACK
THE COMMISSION--

EVERY PENNY OF IT.

LISTEN TO THIS:

"STEINBACH SHOULD GIVE UP
LARGE-SCALE SCULPTURES

"AND CONCENTRATE
ON ROMANTIC GROUPS,

SMALL FIGURES, JEWELRY."

JEWELRY!

I'M GOING TO THE MINISTRY.

I'M GOING TO MAKE
A PERSONAL APOLOGY

AND ASSURE MY COLLEAGUES

THAT ALL THE MONEY
WILL BE PAID BACK.

IT'S ALL RIGHT.

WE'LL SIMPLY RETURN
THE COMMISSION.

IT'S GONE.

GONE?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

WELL, SURELY
IT'S NOT GONE.

WENCESLAS...

YOU CAN'T HAVE SPENT
200,000 FRANCS

IN LESS THAN A YEAR.

HOW DO YOU THINK WE HAVE
BEEN LIVING SO WELL?

IF BY LIVING WELL, YOU MEAN
YOUR IMPORTED MARBLE,

YOUR RESTAURANTS,
YOUR ENTERTAINING,

YOUR FLASHY WARDROBE--

SO NOW IT'S MY FAULT.
I SEE.

IN ALL THIS TIME,

I'VE BOUGHT A PRAM FOR THE BABY
AND A NEW PARASOL.

Wenceslas:
CONGRATULATIONS.

PERHAPS WE SHOULD
WRITE IT UP IN THE PAPER.

PERHAPS YOU'LL FIND
A FEW SYMPATHETIC READERS.

LET ME MAKE MYSELF
PERFECTLY CLEAR.

IF ANYONE THINKS THAT I'M
GOING TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY

FOR COUNT KIELBASA'S DEBTS,
THEY ARE MISTAKEN.

I'M ALREADY UP
TO MY NOSTRILS IN DEBT

BECAUSE OF FATHER'S
DALLIANCES.

I WON'T BE LEFT
HOLDING THE BAG!

I'M SICK OF IT...

OF YOU,
OF YOUR FAMILY,

OF THAT ENDLESSLY
CRYING BABY!

YOU'RE MEAN AND CRUEL!

IF YOU'RE SO HOLY,

WHY DON'T YOU GO OUT
AND GET THE MONEY?

ALL RIGHT, I WILL.

HAH.

YOU WANT ME
TO GET THE MONEY?

BECAUSE I CAN GET IT.

DO YOU HEAR ME?
I CAN GET IT!

THAT'S A JOKE!

ARTISTS SHOULD NEVER MARRY.

I KNOW SOMEONE WHO WILL
LOAN YOU THE MONEY.

WHAT IMBECILE
WOULD LEND ME MONEY NOW?

SOMEONE WHO HAS A
SPECIAL INTEREST IN ART.

YOU MUST COME AND
MEET HER PERSONALLY.

HER?

JENNY CADINE.

THE BARON'S MISTRESS?

OH, HORTENSE
WOULD NEVER AGREE.

THEN YOU MUST GO
WITHOUT HER KNOWING.

WHAT ELSE CAN YOU DO?

BUT LISTEN, WENCESLAS,
I LOVE YOU BOTH TOO MUCH

NOT TO WARN YOU
OF THE DANGER.

IF YOU GO, YOU MUST
HOLD FAST TO YOUR HEART.

THE WOMAN IS A DEMON.

AND I WOULD NEVER
FORGIVE MYSELF

IF YOU WERE UNFAITHFUL
TO MY NIECE.

Man: MADAME.

GOOD MORNING,
MONSIEUR CREVEL.

THANK YOU FOR COMING
AT SUCH SHORT NOTICE.

FAIR LADY,
AT YOUR SERVICE.

MY DEAR, KIND
MONSIEUR CREVEL,

I'VE ASKED YOU HERE
FOR A MATTER

OF THE GREATEST IMPORTANCE.

I'VE THOUGHT LONG AND HARD
ABOUT YOUR OFFER.

MY OFFER?

200,000 FOR A GLIMPSE.

THAT WAS A YEAR AGO.

I'M READY.

BUT WHY NOW?

DO NOT ASK
FOR EXPLANATIONS,

ONLY DO THIS ONE THING
FOR ME.

YOU CAN BE SURE

THAT THERE IS NOTHING
MY GRATITUDE WOULD WITHHOLD.

ONE THING?

WELL, GIVE ME--
GIVE--NO.

DO NOT GIVE, BUT LEND.
LEND TO THE ONE

WHOM YOU ONCE CALLED
YOUR LITTLE BUTTERFLY.

I NEED 200,000 FRANCS!

OH.

I SEE.

GET UP, MY DEAR.

YOU NEED ONLY ASK.

THE DAUGHTER OF
MY DEAREST FRIEND,

YOU'LL BE
DENIED NOTHING.

YOU'LL HAVE YOUR MONEY
WITHIN THE HOUR.

OH, THANK YOU!

THANK YOU!

MONSIEUR CREVEL,
THANK GOD I'VE CAUGHT YOU.

MADEMOISELLE FISHER,
WHAT ON--GOOD HEAVENS.

HORTENSE HAS TOLD ME
EVERYTHING.

SHE HAS?

YOUR LIFE IS IN DANGER.

IT IS?

THERE, ACROSS THE STREET
BEHIND THE LAMP.

WHAT?

COUNT STEINBACH.

THERE?

HE KNOWS ABOUT YOU
AND HORTENSE.

HE'S IN A RAGE.

SURELY, IF I EXPLAIN...

YOU KNOW THESE ARISTOCRATS
WITH THEIR POINTS OF HONOR.

YES.

GO BACK INTO THE BANK.

I KNOW HOW TO DEAL
WITH WENCESLAS.

BUT WHAT ABOUT HORTENSE?
I PROMISED HER.

GIVE ME THE MONEY...

WITHOUT HIM SEEING.

AND YOU'LL GIVE IT
TO HORTENSE?

OF COURSE. BRILLIANT.

[CHORUS SINGS]

* THE EULOGY IS DRONING *

* YOU SEE A REDDISH GLOW *

* YOU HEAR
A DREADFUL GROANING *

* AND DOWN THE HATCH
YOU GO *

[CHORUS SINGS]

I LOOK GOOD ENOUGH
TO EAT.

MY DEAR, THIS IS MY COUSIN,
COUNT WENCESLAS STEINBACH,

YES. I RECOGNIZE
COUNT STEINBACH.

I HAD THE PLEASURE
OF BEING PRESENT
AT YOUR WEDDING.

HOW VERY GOOD OF YOU
TO COME.

AS I SEE THE COMPOSITION,

SAMSON HAS AWAKENED
WITH HIS HAIR SHORN.

DELILAH IS ON HER KNEES,

LOOKING ADORINGLY AT THE MAN
SHE HAS DESTROYED.

IT IS HER POWER
THAT I WOULD DEPICT,

HER PASSION THAT BRINGS
EVERYTHING TO DESTRUCTION.

NO ONE HAS EVER SPOKEN
TO ME LIKE THIS.

CAN WE REALLY HAVE BEEN
TALKING ALL NIGHT?

BUT THAT'S NOT WHY
WE'RE HERE, IS IT?

MADEMOISELLE BETTE
INDICATED THAT PERHAPS--

I'M HAPPY TO LOAN YOU
THE MONEY YOU NEED...

ON ONE CONDITION.

YES?

YOU MUST CREATE
MY SAMSON AND DELILAH.

MADEMOISELLE WOULD
PERHAPS DO ME THE HONOR

OF POSING FOR DELILAH.

I MUST GO NOW.

MADEMOISELLE, WAIT.

DON'T LEAVE.

OH, YES, YOUR MONEY.

I DON'T CARE ABOUT MONEY.

IT ISN'T THE MONEY,
YOU UNDERSTAND.

IT'S THE PRINCIPLE.

I UNDERSTAND.

IF YOU DON'T PAY US
WHAT YOU OWE US...

I UNDERSTAND.

I WILL KILL YOU AND
YOUR WIFE, YOUR BABY,

AND DUMP YOUR BODIES
IN THE SEINE.

DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

I UNDERSTAND.

I DO.

MORE COD?

WHERE IS WENCESLAS?

OH, SHUT UP, CELESTINE!

[PLATE SHATTERS]

COME, COME, DEAR. THINGS ARE
NEVER AS BAD AS THEY SEEM.

MADEMOISELLE CADINE,

YOU ARE LIKE
THE GODDESS DIANA--

FIERCE, YET TENDER.

IT BREAKS MY HEART.

THEY SAY THAT YOU
ARE FICKLE

AND OUT TO CONQUER
EVERY HEART IN PARIS.

I AM AN ARTIST.

I CAN LOOK INTO
A BLOCK OF MARBLE

AND SEE THE
TREACHEROUS TIGER

OR A GIRL WITH GARLANDS
IN HER HAIR...

AND A MOANING
IN HER HEART.

WHICH AM I?

Man: THE PUBLIC
IS WAITING.

Jenny:
TELL THEM I'M INDISPOSED.

MADEMOISELLE CADINE, YOU
CANNOT BE INDISPOSED.

YOU HAVE A PERFORMANCE
IN 10 MINUTES.

IN 10 MINUTES, I'LL BE IN
THE ARMS OF THE MAN I LOVE.

YOU CANNOT BE IN LOVE
WITH A MAN.

YOU'RE TOO BEAUTIFUL
TO BE IN LOVE

WITH ANYONE BUT YOURSELF.

IF YOU'RE NOT ON-STAGE
BY CURTAIN, I'LL--

YOU'RE FIRED!

HAVE YOU LOST
YOUR WITS?

NO. I FOUND THEM,
DEAR SISTER...

THANKS TO YOU.

YOU'RE TALKING NONSENSE.

IS IT NONSENSE?
I THINK NOT.

WENCESLAS AND I
ARE IN LOVE.

SOON WE'LL BE
LEAVING PARIS.

LEAVING PARIS?

BACK TO THE COUNTRY.
BACK TO LORRAINE.

I SHALL BE A PEASANT AGAIN--

STINK OF HARD WORK
AND LONG NIGHTS OF LOVE.

YOU A PEASANT,
IN THOSE SHOES?

YOU COULDN'T SURVIVE
A DAY WITHOUT PARIS.

YOU WOULD HAVE
NO ADMIRERS,

NO SERVANTS.

WELL, YOU CAN'T
EVEN OPEN A JAR.

I'LL LEARN.

WE HAD AN AGREEMENT.

YOU WERE TO STEAL
WENCESLAS

AWAY FROM HORTENSE.

AND SO I HAVE.

BUT YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED
TO FALL IN LOVE.

MIRACULOUS, ISN'T IT?

WHERE ARE YOU GOING?

TO THE ROCHET
DE CANCAL,

A NIGHT OF SAVAGE SEX
AND DINNER.

FAREWELL.

REMEMBER CARRIBINE AND WHAT
HAPPENED AFTER SHE RETIRED.

HOW WILL I RECOGNIZE YOU...

WHEN I STUMBLE OVER YOU
IN THE PARK?

YOUR BLACK VELVET CHOKER,
I THINK.

HORTENSE, POOR THING.

IS THERE ANY NEWS
OF WENCESLAS?

HAVE YOU SPOKEN
TO STIDMANN?

HAS HE SEEN HIM?

WHERE CAN HE BE?

HE'S NEVER LEFT ME
ALONE FOR SO LONG.

I FOUND THIS
IN HIS STUDIO.

"I LOVE YOU AS I HAVE
NEVER LOVED ANYONE BEFORE.

"IF YOU LOVE ME
AS MUCH AS YOU SAY,

"MEET ME AT
THE ROCHET DE CANCAL

"IN MY PRIVATE SUITE
AT 6:00.

A THOUSAND KISSES,
YOUR JENNY CADINE."

HELP ME DRESS.

[SNIFFING]

JENNY?

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

DAMN! AGAIN, AGAIN.

PULL!

FATHER, WE'VE JUST
COME TO SAY--

NO! NOT NOW!
NOT NOW!

SHE'S SENT
FOR ME.

WE'VE GOT TO GO!

TIGHTER!

YOU SEE? SHE'S HAD ENOUGH
OF THAT FAT SHRIMP CREVEL.

NOW SHE EXPECTS ME TO DROP
EVERYTHING AND RUN TO HER.

WELL, I WON'T DO IT.

NO. I SHALL MAKE HER WAIT.

CAN'T YOU MAKE THIS THING
GO ANY FASTER?

USE YOUR WHIP, MAN.

[MOANING]

NO. I WON'T DISSOLVE
IN HER ARMS

THE WAY I ONCE DID.

I SHALL BLOW IN LIKE A...
A BITTER WIND.

ICY.

BRUTAL--OH, MY SWEET...

OH, MY DARLING JENNY,
SWEET GIRL.

YOU HAVE A HEART,
AND YOU'VE JUST REVOKED.

AH. EXCUSE ME.

HECTOR HULOT...
HERE?

HOW CAN HE
SHOW HIS FACE

IN A PLACE
LIKE THIS?

THERE ISN'T
A PATRON HERE

TO WHOM
HE DOESN'T OWE

AT LEAST
10,000 FRANCS.

OR MORE.

HUZZAH! BARON HULOT!

WHAT NERVES
OF STEEL, MAN!

AS FEARLESS
AS EVER!

[JENNY LAUGHS]

JENNY, MY DARLING.

WENCESLAS.

[JENNY MOANING]

WHAT THE DEVIL?

FATHER!

LORD HAVE MERCY.

HECTOR!

MADEMOISELLE.

OH, MY GOD.

Wenceslas: HOW CAN SHE
HAVE DONE THIS?

WOULD I INVENT
SOMETHING LIKE THAT?

YOU HURT HER.

SHE WANTED TO DEAL

AN EQUALLY
PAINFUL BLOW.

SHE WAS LEAVING
THE STUDIO?

COVERED HEAD TO FOOT
IN PLASTER DUST.

MY GOD.

MY OWN WIFE.

I WAS COMING TO TELL YOU
THE TERRIBLE NEWS.

YOUR FATHER-IN-LAW--

NO. HECTOR'S DEAD?

WOULD THAT HE WERE.

HE'S ALIVE BUT
AS RUINED AS YOUR SAMSON.

EVERYTHING I TOUCH
I DESTROY.

ALL THIS
FOR JENNY CADINE.

I WOULD SACRIFICE

A THOUSAND SAMSONS
FOR HER.

SHE IS MY LIFE,
MY INSPIRATION,

MY--
WHORE!

OHH!

BUT, YOU SEE...

SHE CAN'T HAVE YOU.

NO ONE CAN.

I FOUND YOU,

BROUGHT YOU BACK FROM DEATH.

YOU'RE MINE.

YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE.

WHY IS IT, BARON,

THAT OUT OF
10 BEAUTIFUL WOMEN,

AT LEAST 7
ARE UTTERLY BAD?

I...

SHALL...

BLOW THAT...

RASCAL'S...

HEART TO...

KINGDOM...

COME.

YES.

I DON'T DOUBT IT.

I WONDER...

WHAT ON EARTH
CAN A MAN DO

TO MAKE A WOMAN
LOVE HIM?

I SUPPOSE IT'S RIDICULOUS

FOR MEN LIKE YOU AND ME
TO WANT TO BE LOVED.

WE CAN'T BE MORE
THAN TOLERATED.

A WOMAN IS
AN INEXPLICABLE CREATURE.

NO?

IT'S LOVELY
SEEING YOU LOOKING SO WELL.

SHALL I COME TOMORROW?

I THINK PERHAPS
A SPIN AROUND THE LAKE

IN YOUR CONTRAPTION.

VERY WELL.

ADIEU, DEAR FRIEND.

I'M GOING HOME.

YOU...

CUT A FINE FIGURE.

Hortense: MONSIEUR?

MADAME.

MAY I HAVE A WORD
WITH YOU?

I BELIEVED YOU TO BE A MAN
OF YOUR WORD, MONSIEUR.

INDEED.

AND SO I AM.

I HAVE LOST MY HUSBAND

BECAUSE YOU FAILED
TO FULFILL YOUR PROMISE TO ME.

I DON'T KNOW
WHAT YOU MEAN.

YOU SWORE TO GO
DIRECTLY TO THE BANK

FOR A LOAN
OF 200,000 FRANCS.

I DID GO.

THAT IS A LIE.

NO.

I REMEMBER
PERFECTLY.

I WENT IMMEDIATELY
TO THE BANK.

I--I GAVE THE MONEY
TO YOUR COUSIN.

WHERE IS IT?!

WHERE IS WHAT?

WHERE IS IT?!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

THE POUCH
CREVEL GAVE YOU!

IT WAS INTENDED FOR ME,
AND YOU KEPT IT.

I WANT IT!

I WANT IT!
I WANT IT!

BUT YOU HAVE IT.

I GAVE IT TO WENCESLAS
THAT VERY DAY.

I WENT DIRECTLY
TO HIS STUDIO.

HE WAS RUSHING OUT
ON HIS WAY TO THE PARK.

PARK?
TO MEET YOU.

NO...

NOT TO MEET ME.

TO MEET HER.

HE'S GIVEN IT
TO HER.

OH, MY DEAR.

THE DEVIL HAS A SISTER.

HOW COULD HE?

FOR THE SAKE
OF THEIR PLEASURE,

MEN COMMIT
THE MOST APPALLING CRIMES.

IT'S IN THEIR NATURE,
SO IT SEEMS.

DO YOU WANT HIM BACK?

I DON'T WANT HER
TO HAVE HIM.

[SIGHS]

Bette: THERE'S
ONLY ONE WAY

TO GET A TIGRESS
TO DROP HER MEAT.

FATHER.

MY DARLING.

WENCESLAS.

WHY AREN'T YOU DRESSED?

IT TOOK LONGER THAN I
THOUGHT IT WOULD TO PACK.

I HAVE SO MANY THINGS.

NONE OF WHICH YOU'LL
EVER BE NEEDING AGAIN.

STILL, I COULDN'T PART
WITH ANY OF IT.

HURRY, MY LOVE. COME.

BUT I--I HAVE TO CHANGE,
SILLY.

I HAVE A CARRIAGE WAITING.

I'M TIRED.

I WANT A BATH.

THERE'S NO TIME.

NO, THERE ISN'T,
IS THERE?

DO YOU LOVE ME?

YES.

YOU ARE MY FIRST
AND ONLY LOVE.

I'LL NEVER
KNOW ANOTHER.

"NEVER KNOW ANOTHER"?
I SHOULD SAY NOT.

KISS ME.

HOLD ME.

JENNY, IF WE DON'T LEAVE NOW,
IT WILL BE TOO LATE.

PLEASE, WENCESLAS.

WHY ARE YOU BEHAVING
SO BADLY?

IT'S JUST
I'VE BEEN THINKING.

YES?

WELL, WHY CAN'T WE
STAY IN PARIS?

JUST A LITTLE WHILE.

STAY?

YES.

WHERE IS BETTE?

SHE SHOULD BE HERE.

I--I NEED
MY SLIPPERS MENDED.

FOR GOD'S SAKE, JENNY,
YOU DON'T NEED SLIPPERS.

OH, BUT I DO.

I HAVE A PERFORMANCE
IN HALF AN HOUR.

WHAT ARE YOU
TALKING ABOUT?

I'M NOT LEAVING.

I'M NOT LEAVING PARIS.

I'VE GROWN BORED
WITH YOU.

IS THAT PLAIN ENOUGH?

DON'T LOOK AT ME
LIKE THAT.

IT BREAKS MY HEART.

WHAT HEART, MADEMOISELLE?

YOU'LL HAVE TO GO NOW.

BUT--BUT WE...

GO.

[COCKS GUN]

AAH! OHH!

NO! NO! NO! NO!

OH, MY GOD.

NO! NO! NO!

WENCESLAS!

OH! OH, WENCESLAS!

WENCESLAS.

Gendarme:
MADAME HORTENSE STEINBACH,

YOU ARE HEREBY
PLACED UNDER ARREST

FOR THE MURDER OF YOUR HUSBAND,
COUNT WENCESLAS STEINBACH.

COUSIN BETTE.

MY DEAR GIRL...

HOW SHALL I LIVE
WITHOUT YOU?

NO! NO!

[HORTENSE SOBBING]

LIFE IS SO BORING,
DON'T YOU THINK?

[PIANO PLAYING]

* FAREWELL, MY FRIENDS
WHO TREAD THE PATHS OF GLORY *

* WHO, DAY AND NIGHT,
ARE GREETED BY SUCCESS *

* MY ARTIST FRIENDS *

* I TELL A SIMPLE STORY *

* AND I ABIDE *

* AT A HUMBLE ADDRESS *

* BUT THEN, I NEED
SO LITTLE FROM EXISTENCE *

* I'VE GOT MY LIFE *

* A CRUST OF BREAD TO EAT *

* MY EYES ARE DRY *

* I GAZE INTO THE DISTANCE *

* AND SING A SONG OF FREEDOM
IN THE STREET *

* MY EYES ARE DRY *

* I GAZE INTO THE DISTANCE *

* AND SING A SONG OF FREEDOM
IN THE STREET *

THANK YOU, MARIETTE.

DO BE CAREFUL.
IT'S HOT.

[BURPS]

[NEARBY EXPLOSIONS]

[BABY CRIES]

HUSH, HUSH.

YOU MUST HAVE
YOUR NAP.

YOU'RE GOING
TO GROW UP

TO BE A GREAT ARTIST
ONE DAY.

MY LITTLE WENCESLAS.

MY OWN.

YES, YOU WILL.

[WOMEN SINGING IN LATIN]

[BELL TOLLING]

[APPLAUSE AND CHEERING]