Kean Page #4

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Come, come.

Accident or not,

you broke the keg and you pay for it!

Let's drink and then talk it over.

Eh, you're on the ball!

- Let me alone!

Come on, let's have fun.

- Let me go! Let me go!

You too come to gamble!

Poor Fanny!

Let me alone!

With all your troubles, you even

make love on credit!

When is born wretched

like me, dear Edmund...

I say even for you

happy times will return.

At times I think it'd be enough

not to be too unhappy. -Yes...

Happiness I've given up now.

You're in love with someone, no?

- Yes.

Always the same one you know.

- Fanny! Sing!

One day I'll marry you.

- I'm coming!

That day you'll come

to the old Kean

when hundreds of pounds

he's found for your dowry. Okay?

Give me a drink, Peter.

But this is persecution!

What more do you want?

- I knew you were to good

when it counts. If you help her,

why don't you want to help me?

What would you do

in such a position?

Why, what position?

- It's not a position for you.

Go away!

You've broken me, my sir,

my heart's bleeding.

Don't break this heart!

- Let me alone and listen. Learn!

...with such agony

Caress me, please!

Pour out the wine!

- Pour, Peter! - ...consoler!

Through strength or love,

may I forget you!

The intoxication that assails me

murmurs to me of you,

and to the bottom of the glass

descends a tear.

Pour me, pour me, please,

another consoling wine.

With my crying it'll join,

so that I'll forget.

Brava, Fanny! What a woman!

- There're few like her!

She's a sensitive woman.

- She's sentimental.

I like this place. It's fun.

Might I have a bit of Champagne?

Champagne? Dorothy!

A clear pint for the miss!

Production of The Black Cock.

- Give me a drink? - No!

It makes your nose tingle a bit.

- Good! - Ah, I'm happy!

I'm always bored

to be alone.

You need a husband, little sister.

- And you need a wife.

What do you think I'm here for?

I've never had bad intentions

regarding you.

I'm marrying you, you know?

- Hah!

What're you doing? No! You can't!

- That's old Bob.

I told you can't. There's already

too much confusion! Bugger off!

Definite, it's old Bob.

Who is he?

- Don't bother me.

Bob!

Don't you see

the place is crowded? Down!

Is that you, you old carcass?

Elisabeth!

- Too honored, Mr. Kean.

The troupe, Bob?

How's the gang?

A big mess.

- What happened?

I hurt my foot.

I was in bed 3 weeks.

You're rested.

Not even the bed has managed

to keep me still so long!

Except that during those weeks

the whole troupe

nearly died of hunger.

Three weeks without eating!

It's happened to me, too.

Peter Patt, give some food to these

gentlemen. They're all my guests.

Edmund, it's been a while

since you paid your account.

Are you in condition

to pay it tonight?

You too, Brutus...

Here, catch!

A penny!

With all you make,

what do you do with the money?

Old Bob and his family!

Old Bob is a great artist.

He taught me the craft

when I was still earning

my bread on street corners.

Bob, I propose an exchange:

you'll give a show for me,

and with the proceeds

I'll offer drinks for everyone!

Tomorrow night I'll give a play for

you and the proceeds will be all yours.

Clear away the tables!

Stop! Dorothy,

take care of the jugs! Be careful!

Give me a little kiss?

- No.

Marry me?

- No!

Then let me act.

- Instead of marrying you, yes.

Want a drink, little one?

- Thanks! - Stop, stupid.

Why? If you won't marry me and

won't let me act, I'm going with him.

Take away your hands, you!

Mr. Kean, do you remember

the handstand on the bridge?

Yes, but those were other times!

What other times!

- Bet you can do it still.

No, I won't do it!

You've broken me, my sir,

my heart is creaking!

Don't despise the spectator,

the clown that stumbles!

Don't jeer him for having pity,

we're all charlatans!

By living

we're all acrobats!

It's a somersault like you make

to live,

skip three meals

like an acrobat.

If you call me clown,

do you think you are?

You're comic

even more than these comics!

And you, baby, if there's someone

too near you,

make him to ul-la-la

like acrobats!

Give me a drink!

Ladies and gentlemen,

tomorrow night everyone at the theater,

of the great Kean's show!

In honor and profit of his friends

and my debut!

You'll witness the debut of the

biggest b*tch that even barked!

What is it?

What is it?

Calm, boys, calm.

What's going on?

My fianc, ex.

- Which "ex"?

Lord Mewill, my ex-fianc.

I think he's looking for you.

I told him

I was escaping for you...

What's this business?

Who's this imbecile? - A lord.

Don't turn around,

come over here.

I... I have to tell you something.

Last night...

- Yes? - He's coming down the stairs!

So. Elena did come. She loves me!

- You're thinking about that?

Elena loves me

and I'm about to flog a lord.

Go inside and don't move!

- But I... - Go!

Away from here!

What else do you want?

- I'm happy:

you love Elena, but you speak

to me as to a wife.

What do you think of this vegetable?

Must I do everything? - Over there.

Let me pass.

- O Lord Mewill! What a surprise!

I suppose you're here

in search of refuge...

It's rumored you wanted to force

a girl to marry you

whose dowry was convenient for you.

- Where's Anna Damby? - Who?

Peter Patt! Did you employ

a new hen in your coop?

As far as I know, no.

Where've you hidden Anna Damby?

- Find her!

Ah, I understand, sir. You want

to attach my name

to your enterprises.

- You, get out from in between!

Well, give me satisfaction,

and there'll be no more to say.

There's a small difficulty, friend.

- Ah, yes?

A peer of England

can't fight with an acrobat!

True! What was I thinking!

Right! You're a lord!

And I'm an acrobat!

You can't fight with me. A lord

can't fight with an acrobat.

You sit on the Supreme Court,

you make and unmake the laws

and the gates of palaces

open at the sole sound of your name!

But it's so great, this name,

it'll end up being squashed!

Remember, friends, we can

never be on a par with a lord!

Agreed, sir,

we shan't fight!

But what would you say,

eh, if I... if I hit you?

Peter, did I hurt you?

Such manners!

- Excuse, I didn't see you.

I'll put it on the account too.

- Yes.

Peter Patt, host, come here!

What's happening?

Nothing.

- They're killing each other!

No, Excellence, it's just a scuffle.

- You're the boss. Stop them!

You stop them,

with your guards if you can.

I saw! It's a scandal!

- What a scandal!

In the glorious tradition

of The Black Cock!

Goodnight, milord.

And don't be afraid:

no one will hear

what happened in town.

But you'll hear from me!

Good night!

- Good night!

Bravo, Kean!

Bravo! Bravo!

The guards!

Get out, get out, go away!

Sailors! On board!

- Everyone out!

On board!

Peter Patt, do have a bottle left?

Bravo, here!

Turn off the lights!

- Tiffany, come! Close the doors!

Quick, girls!

What disaster! - What disaster?!

The most beautiful night of my life!

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