French Cancan Page #4

You've got it all wrong.

Once upon a time

Once upon a time

There sat a big, fat

Persian pussycat

Then the concierge gave the cat

Then the concierge gave the cat

a really pretty little rat

Little rats are tasty fare

In hotel rooms

to be crunched up rare

Haven't you gone yet?

You'd better go.

I have packing to do.

What is it?

Waiter, some champagne.

- What's gotten into you?

- I wasn't speaking to you, sir.

Your best.

- Silly girl.

- I forbid you to laugh.

I'd never have thought I'd make love

and drink champagne in a chic hotel.

If someone told me

I'd fall so in love with a little laundress

that I'd feel like a king

when I ought to feel most desperate,

I'd be pretty surprised too.

A little champagne?

Before being Danglard,

what were you?

A waiter in a caf.

Please. A sommelier.

Lola, I've waited two years

for this moment.

Two years ago -

even a few days ago -

I wanted for nothing.

You didn't even exist.

So this has all been out of spite?

And despair.

- Good day, Titi.

- Hello, Threse.

- Enjoy your meal.

- You too.

- Discard.

- I'll take that.

Lunch!

Sorry, but it's all I could get.

Good thing you kept your job

at the cafeteria.

Monsieur Danglard.

Madame Guibole.

- Delicious.

- Inedible!

- "When the pelican -"

- Can it!

Hello, Paulo.

Sun feel good outside?

What feels good is finding you.

Act 3, Scene 4:

Enter the avenger.

You're breaking my heart

Don't mock me.

I'm not mocking you.

Your timing's perfect.

I had no idea how to make my exit.

The window? I hate heights.

A revolver? Too noisy.

The gas? Disconnected.

I do apologize.

So that's where it stands?

He catches on quickly.

- Keep out of it, the rest of you!

- Go on. You're doing me a favor.

You're too cowardly

to do it yourself.

That's right.

Don't count on me.

Then I'll finish my lunch.

Where's Nini?

Eating at her mother's.

I'll go there.

As you like.

No, I won't go.

I know Nini.

You've got a strong hand now

because you're down and out.

But when you get back

on your feet, I'll be waiting.

You ladies tell Nini that

whenever and wherever she likes,

I'll be waiting for her.

- What a brute!

- He's berserk.

What do you expect

after two months in jail?

- Think he has a knife?

- Nini had better watch out.

He'll leave her alone.

He got the picture.

Let me listen.

Isn't that a pretty voice?

The steps up the hill

Are steep for the lovelorn

But the windmills'sails

shield lovers from the storm

Princess of the street

your welcome is sweet

In my wounded heart

Sure you're not afraid

to go out alone?

Are you kidding?

- You know Paolo's not very happy.

- Neither am I.

Don't take the Camembert again.

Good-bye, Mother.

Threse.

Have you got the Camembert?

Where did it go?

- I don't even like Camembert.

- Neither do I.

I'll slap all of you!

- I've come for my blouse.

- It's not ready.

- I was frightened.

- Of me?

Of someone else?

What are you doing here?

Waiting for you.

I've decided to wait

for you my whole life.

- Here?

- Anywhere.

What lovely roses!

It's so trite, bringing

roses to a young lady

but what I have to say

is so important,

I was afraid I couldn't

say it right off,

so I brought roses to -

To break the ice.

But now that I see you,

I want to plunge right in

and speak to you seriously.

I have to get to dance class

or Guibole will scold me.

I'll talk to her.

She seems like a nice lady.

Shall we sit

on the grass up there?

- You know it?

- Yes.

Allow me to dream

that I'm the boy next door

taking the girl next door out

for the first time.

It's so beautiful here.

May I sit down?

How polite you are.

Too polite for a boy next door?

So there's a big gap between us?

Miles.

Prince, listen to me.

Let me say

something important first.

I've never been in love,

and I'll never love again.

You are the love of my life.

One more thing.

Ask whatever you want of me.

I can give you so much.

Want to be my country's princess?

It is not very rich,

but it is nice.

No steel or coal.

Just sheep, tobacco and roses.

We'll get married in the capital.

Archbishop Alexis will bless our union.

The archbishop?

If you prefer to stay here,

I'll make you queen of Paris.

I'll cover you in jewels

and build you a palace.

You're sweet, you're handsome

and you're rich.

All a girl could want.

I wish I could love you,

and for that I wouldn't need

an archbishop or a palace.

But I can't love you.

The baker boy?

Is it him?

Yes, it's him.

You can't be dancer and bakery girl,

but princess and dancer you can be.

I won't be a dancer.

What about the lesson

you were rushing off to?

There's no more dance class,

and no more Moulin Rouge.

La Belle Abbesse has bought the site.

Things might be arranged.

The land is expensive.

If it's only money, it's yours.

I couldn't.

I'd hate myself.

Nini, don't make me suffer.

My life is at stake.

Your life?

Now you're joking with me.

Do I look like I am?

Not really.

That's what upsets me.

Life is not as simple

as it seems.

They've started work again.

We're done for.

Seems a prince bought the site

and is giving Danglard whatever

he needs for his Moulin Rouge.

All for the love of a dancer.

Ah, love.

A real song of the streets.

- I need the piano.

- Take it.

Use a little less vibrato,

and flash those pretty eyes

of yours around.

- We have to rehearse.

- Take it. You come with me.

You don't realize, madame.

The slightest interruption or noise

and my inspiration vanishes.

- Dance class.

- Right away.

No one understands artistes.

What are you waiting for?

My foot hurts.

- Is she here?

- Every day, just like me.

And you have no suspicions?

All lovers have suspicions.

I try to hide mine.

Has she told you

she loves Paulo?

She has.

You haven't noticed anything

between her and Danglard?

Just the usual intimacy

among artists.

You're blind, my friend.

Let's see if you're deaf too.

Nini, come here.

- I'll come if I please.

Don't interrupt work, Lola.

I intend to interrupt

more than work.

Hurry, boss!

What do you want?

First, to congratulate you.

You're doing well for a beginner.

You came to say that?

No, and you know it.

Maybe it's better this way.

I've been meaning

to tell you, Alexandre.

I just didn't know how.

I'm a bad girl.

And you're so kind,

I can't bear to hurt you.

Then it's true?

Yes, it's true.

I'm his mistress,

and I'm proud of it.

- Come now, little one.

- Leave me alone, Oscar!

All right, all right.

I'm so sorry,

but the operation was necessary.

Dear madame, may I ask

yet another favor of you?

Beat it!

Your French is improving.

A few more such adventures

and you'll be a true Parisian!

You have something

to say to me?

Just that you're the queen of the shrews

and you'll always have a spot in my show.

My poor darling. Your show!

Class is over.

Get dressed, girls.

Prince Alex, when you're free,

remember me.

What did she do to you?

Special edition! Prince Alexandre

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