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A pretty girl,

with neither voice nor talent,

the idol of the Boulevard... Nana.

Bordenave, director of the Variétés,

cynical and surly.

Countess Sabine Muffat.

Count Muffat, Chamberlain to the Empress.

Count de Vandeuvres,

distinguished, urbane,

the last of a long line

and owner of a stable of racehorses.

Georges Hugon, the Count de Vandeuvres' nephew.

Fauchery, journalist and dramatist.

A smitten admirer, Hector de la Faloise.

"That woman is the chicest of the chic!

"I shall go henceforth and bedeck her in flowers!"

"I'm going to congratulate Bordenave on his success."

"You're not going to join the long line

"of Nana's suitors?"

"Why not?"

"Our young star will be very flattered by your visit, Count."

"My dear friend, allow me to introduce

"His Excellency Count Muffat."

Francis, Nana's habitual hairdresser

and sometime banker.

Zoe, Nana's chambermaid...

Fully confident

in her mistress's future.

"Francis, pass me the comb."

In the empty theatre, far from her husband,

but under Bordenave's cynical eye, the beginnings of a tryst...

"May I hope to see you later,

"at supper?"

"Muffat is smitten with you.

"And it looks like Fauchery

"will get rid of the Countess for us.

"Poor Muffat!"

"I think that this time I'll get myself a partner!"

Fauchery takes Countess Muffat home.

"Is the Count home yet?"

"Bring me a cloak and hat. I'm going out."

The next morning, the two guilty spouses

meet on the threshold

of their now broken home.

Pessimistic rumours abound about the financial situation

of one of our most Parisian theatres.

Nevertheless, with considerable courage,

the director is apparently starting rehearsals

for a new show.

At the Variétés, Bordenave is doing the casting

for the new play.

Nana dreams of playing the Little Duchess.

As does Rose Mignon.

"And now the part of the Little Duchess,

"a role of grace and elegant refinement..."

"There's a magnificent speech here."

"And it is you, my little Rose, who will incarnate this role."

"What about me?

"You don't think I'm going to play the tart, do you?"

"A distinguished role suits me down to the ground!"

"You may well laugh! But you have no one

"to play the elegant roles but me!"

"Look, Nana. I love you,

"and I would make any sacrifice for you."

"I can't accept."

"Why?"

"Don't be such a child! You're so naive."

"I spit on money!"

"If I were to be given what I most desire..."

"I want the part of the honest woman

"in their show."

"What honest woman?"

"The one in their play, The Little Duchess.

"I know the part already. Listen..."

"Bordenave will only put a price on it, I suppose."

"You'd do that for me?"

"Oh, you're so good to me, my little pussycat!"

"That's our new lover, a Count!"

"If you're clever, you'll get your partner."

"That's an egg cup, Count."

"What would you say to Nana having the Duchess's role?"

"Heavens! What will the playwright say?"

"Who is it?"

"Nana will play that part. It's a case of retraction."

"Isn't that right, Count?"

"Nana? Not at any price!"

"I demand it!"

A little prematurely,

Rose Mignon's comrades are congratulating her.

"My little Rose, you'll have to make a sacrifice."

Modesty not being her strong point, Nana comes to gloat.

"There's the slut who stole my part!"

"Bah! Such a vulgar woman!"

THE LITTLE DUCHESS

Despite Muffat's financial support,

Nana's attempt at great art

is a resounding flop.

This last performance

lays her friends' hopes to rest.

"What a delightful character!"

"Allow me to introduce Count de Vandeuvres."

"Would you allow me a moment of your time, Count?"

"We've spent a lot of money

"on repairing the ceiling..."

"and replacing the carpeting."

"It's pure jealousy, a conspiracy.

"I couldn't care less."

"Leave the theatre."

"You'll be all mine."

CANCELLED

Nana, unable to be a great actress,

becomes a great courtesan.

In Nana's mansion,

the gifts come in an avalanche.

By herself, Zoe cannot look after all her mistress's dresses.

The besotted little boy Georges Hugon

trails in Nana's wake

like a faithful puppy.

"Is it my fault?

"These old things just fall to bits."

"Poor Sweety!

"But all these things are just made to be broken.

"I'll show you."

"Count de Vandeuvres!

"What's your uncle doing here?"

"He wants to take me away from you,

"to stop me seeing you."

"I'll soon tame your uncle!"

Then Nana, changing her plans,

adopts an angelic demeanour.

"It's about my nephew, Georges Hugon,

"whose conduct is worrying me."

"His presence here is inappropriate."

"Do you understand my meaning?"

"My uncle can be violent.

"I can't leave Nana alone with him."

"Don't get yourself into such a state."

"I swear that child is like a brother to me."

"Is that true?"

"Is madam receiving visitors?"

"Insolent thing!

"Isn't an honest woman always able to receive visitors?"

"I was with Count de Vandeuvres,

"a truly gallant man."

Two of Vandeuvres' horses

are racing in the Grand Prix.

The favourite.

The outsider.

Nana's jockey.

Lusignan's jockey.

Bordenave, accompanied by Tatan Néné

and Maria Blond.

Vandeuvres is thinking that to snatch Nana from her protector,

he will need plenty of gold.

And the gentleman, already corrupted by the courtesan,

considers the possibility of earning such a sum

by whatever means necessary.

"Lusignan, the favourite, mustn't win. Understand?

"Do what you have to."

"Nana must win the Grand Prix."

Maréchal the bookmaker, a former coachman for Vandeuvres,

and now his stooge.

"Take all bets on Lusignan onto my account.

"And at any odds."

"The favourite? That's insane!"

"Don't worry. It won't win.

"I'll cover you by putting it in writing."

"But what about Nana, Count?"

"Oh, my poor friend! No chance!"

"My poor Satin, men are so silly!"

"Look, I'm wearing your colours."

"Would you be so good as to go, on my behalf,

"and lay two thousand louis on Nana."

And the innocent La Faloise,

knowing nothing of the dealings between Vandeuvres and Maréchal,

picks the one bookmaker he should have avoided.

"What a clever gentleman, betting on Nana!"

Maréchal, seeing La Faloise

take the betting slip to Vandeuvres,

is at a loss to explain his patron's actions.

"Nana's won! I've been swindled!"

"Thief! Thief!"

I authorise you to accept on my account

all bets on Lusignan

up to a limit of 2,000 louis.

"He was betting against his own horse.

"He knew it wouldn't win."

"He cleaned me out of a hundred thousand francs..."

"which that gentleman laid on Nana for him!"

"Bah, sir!"

Nana, totally unaware,

drifts among these catastrophes,

concerned solely with her own beauty.

Her favourites...

Her lapdog...

Her hairdresser...

"Count de Vandeuvres!"

"Nana, I dishonoured myself for your sake."

"My life is destroyed.

"But I can rebuild it if you will consent to marry me."

"You pauper!

"You can't imagine I'll support you!"

"I too offer you my name."

"I love you."

"You're just a baby.

"If I twisted your nose, milk would drip out!"

"I've had my fill of the uncle, the nephew and their hard times!"

Muffat, on his way to the Tuileries...

"Listen to me. I must talk to you about Nana."

"In the name of the friendship we once had, beware of her.

"She's a golden fly who poisons everything she touches."

"I know, my friend."

Georges cannot drag himself away

from the room next to the bathroom,

a room filled with the heady scent

of Nana's dresses.

The older man enters, bedecked with gold.

"You look gorgeous in fancy-dress, my little Mufe!"

"Do you want a sweet?"

"Sit up and beg, there's a good boy!"

"Down!"

Georges, witnessing this baseness,

is overwhelmed with shame and jealousy.

"Muffat, don't leave me alone!"

Vandeuvres is resolved to end it all.

"Take this, my friends, and leave me.

"I need to be alone."

Nana, left alone with her terror...

Haunted by the memory of Georges' blood...

An indelible stain.

My dear Nana...

The Countess has grown tired of Muffat's loose living.

Gossip about Vandeuvres' suicide

spreads through Paris.

And Bordenave,

accompanied by Rose Mignon,

the star of his theatre,

and his whole troupe,

brings Nana

the most heartfelt consolations

of his repertoire.

"Don't forget that you're an artist.

"Your life is public property,

"it isn't your own.

"Be stoic in the face of grief

"and come with us.

"You must keep up appearances.

"Come!"

Meanwhile, Countess Muffat,

an unenthusiastic lover,

is heading to a more melancholy fate.

Muffat, worried about Nana...

"Is anyone there?"

"You dare to laugh

"when madam must be sick with despair!"

"She's not that bothered, really.

"She's at the ball."

"Enough!"

BALL

"The cancan, Nana!"

"What are you doing here, my little Mufe?"

"Nana, this life cannot go on.

"Either it ends or we must separate."

"You come here to blame me?

"I who have my hand on my heart?"

"All you think of is having fun."

"Fun, fun...

"Do you really think I enjoy it?"

"They come to my home and misbehave,

"they hurt me, they call me a loose woman..."

"You're so oblivious, it's frightening.

"Farewell, Nana."

"Mufe... That damn Mufe!

"To think I nearly loved that!"

"Muffat, my darling..."

"What's this? Crying over a man?"

"I've had my fair share of men,

"diamonds and pearls...

"They used to call me Queen Pomaré."

"Go and fetch Nana."

And it is with a desperate impassibility

that Muffat receives a final blow from fate.

The indignity of your conduct dishonours us both

and scandalises the Tuileries,

forcing me to leave a home which is no longer mine.

Farewell, Sabine Muffat.

The rats desert the sinking ship.

With all Nana's servants now fled,

after all-out pillaging,

she comes home to a deserted mansion,

seriously ill, carried by her friends.

Bosc enters with the doctor.

"It's a puzzling condition, doctor.

"A fit of nerves,

"and then a fever. A terrible fever!"

A few moments later...

"It's smallpox!"

"Don't go up, Count!

"It's contagious!"

Subtitles by Howard Bonsor

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