Cousin Bette Page #7

- 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.

JENNY:
Where is Bette?

She should be here.

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 saying?

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 we...

Go.

[Jenny screaming]

- No! No!

- Oh, my God!

- No! No!

- Wenceslas!

- Oh!

- Somebody get a doctor!

- Oh, Wenceslas!

- Wenceslas...

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!

Life is so boring,

don't you think?

[Piano plays]

JENNY, SINGING:

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

[Bell rings]

[Distant explosions]

Thank you, Mariette.

Do be careful. It's hot.

[Burps]

[Loud explosions]

[Baby crying]

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 tolls]

[Cheering and applause]

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