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then you will have to explain

how she got here

in the first place,

and aren't you supposed to be

taking care of the building?

Do you really want

to take the fall for this?

- (PANTS)

- (GRUMBLES)

Clear off.

- Wait!

- Go. Get out of here.

I have nothing to steal!

I-I can't sp...

I can't speak!

I just wanted to say

thank you for saving me!

You've said it.

Have a nice life.

(COUGHS)

Excuse me, but who was

that dancer on stage?

Rosita Mauri,

top dancer at the Opera.

Wow!

And what she did - that crazy

jumpy thing, what was that?

Are you a dancer too?

I'm a cleaner,

and you are an irritation.

Go away. (SCOFFS)

But you're the first person

to show me any kindness

in this city.

I've been separated

from my best friend.

I have nowhere to go,

and I'm an orphan.

Nice try, but I hate kids,

especially orphans.

Go find another idiot.

(GASPS)

The stairs, Odette.

The stairs are a disgrace.

I have guests

tomorrow afternoon,

and I want my building

looking worthy top to bottom.

I understand, ma'am.

If you understand,

why are you entering your rooms?

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

- (GASPS)

- Let me help you!

Get out of here!

You need me. I can clean.

In fact, 'Squeaky Clean'

is my middle name.

I'm young.

My legs work. Yours don't.

Uh, it's gonna feel so much easier

with me helping.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Are you coming?

Whoa! That's a lot of stairs.

- Are you the caretaker?

- Yes.

And you can stay with me

until you get on your feet,

on one condition -

no more questions.

How long can I stay?

Ugh. That was a question.

By the way, who was that witch?

Regine Le Haut.

She owns this building.

And she eats ginger orphans

with ponytails.

Now, clean!

- (LAUGHS)

- (GROWLS)

Huh? How long

have you worked here?

Do you have a nickname?

Wanna know mine?

Will I have my own bed?

What's your favourite soup?

Do you snore?

Are you a morning person?

What's your favourite fruit?

What do you have for breakfast?

I love baguette and jam.

I escaped from the orphanage

to become a pupil at the Opera.

Did you?

You work there,

so you must know people.

- Could you help me?

- Don't hold your breath.

What that toile did yesterday,

oh, it was so magical.

I love dancing.

Do you love dancing?

(SIGHS)

Is that because

you've got a limp?

- REGINE:
Get up.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Who is this?

- No-one. She helps.

You feed it out of your wages.

Yes, ma'am.

I want you to air

and press the linen. Now!

Hmm...

(WHIMPERS)

It's not clean.

(GASPS)

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

(TCHAIKOVSKY'S 'SWAN THEME'

PLAYS)

(SIGHS)

Huh?

Whoa!

Whoa! Oh!

Oh! Whoa!

Hello!

(MUSIC STOPS)

Servants are supposed to knock.

Who are you?

(GROANS AND CHUCKLES)

I'm Felicie.

I work with Odette. I clean.

(SINGS) Da-da-da-dum!

OK! I'm done. 'Bye now!

Wait, little rat!

You were spying, weren't you?

- I don't think so.

- Yes, you were.

You were admiring

the most wonderful dancer

you've ever seen.

Isn't that so, little rat?

You're not

THE most wonderful dancer.

- Yesterday I saw...

- Don't be insolent!

- Are you a ballet dancer?

- I will be.

Mother and I are waiting

for the letter

that admits me to the Opera.

I am so talented!

Plus the director dines

in my mom's restaurant,

and he loves the prime rib.

(PANTS)

So this time next year,

I shall be a famous Ballerina.

Ballerina! Me too!

(LAUGHS)

Reality check, little rat!

You're nothing. I'm a star!

You're just orbiting around me.

- (CLICK!)

- What's that?

Have you stolen

something from me?

- No.

- Show me! What is it?

It's mine, and it's precious.

Oh! (CHUCKLES)

- (MUSIC BOX PLAYS SWEET TUNE)

- I'm sure.

- Fetch!

- No!

- (GASPS)

- Oops!

Oh!

Oh!

(GIRL LAUGHS)

A letter for Madame Regine Le Haut

and Mademoiselle Camille

from the Opera.

Hmm! Handmade paper!

Embossed! Blue ink!

- (GRUNTS)

- Oh, how rude!

Children today have no manners!

(SIGHS)

(GIRLS GIGGLE)

MAN:
Give me that!

(GRUNTS)

You are not Camille Le Haut!

- Of course I am.

- No, you're not!

This time I call the police!

Police? Police? Why? No!

(SINGS OPERATICALLY)

La la la la...

What's going on here?

Um, she says

she's Camille Le Haut.

Hmm... Are you Camille Le Haut?

Uh... yes?

Hmm... (LAUGHS)

She IS Camille Le Haut!

(LAUGHS) Return to

your post, my friend.

Alright, please yourselves.

Welcome, Miss Le Haut! Charmed!

Charmed!

I am Auguste

Emmanuel Vaucorbeil,

director of the Opera.

You are here because

your mother serves

the best prime rib in Paris.

Oh! I hope you dance as well.

Of course.

SONG:
When I look at my life

Wanna see myself shine

on the dance floor

But I won't get it right

Until I stop asking why

and just let it go

Sometimes I take

a look at my life

I take a look at my life

And say oh, oh Wanna get it

Yeah, gotta get to

the pot of gold

- Looking for the rainbow...

- (BELL RINGS)

To break the storm inside of me...

(YELPS AND GROANS)

You're not a dancer, are you?

- Yes, I am!

- Who would've thought?

Return to your class!

OK!

Oh, greatest ballet master

of all time!

Oh, most talented choreographer

in the universe and beyond!

He is handsome! He is elegant!

He is strong! He is powerful!

He is the man!

You want something from me?

How did you know? Yes!

I have enrolled Camille Le Haut

in your class.

(GROANS) Thank you.

Looking for the rainbow

To break the storm

inside of me

The rainbow

To take the clouds

that are hiding me

All I want is someone

to heal the heart of me

The rainbow...

Hi! Hello!

OK. Super.

- I'm Felicie!

- Felicie?

Uh, no, no, no! No, sorry.

I'm f-friendly,

ever so friendly.

And my name is Camille.

OK. I'm Nora,

but everyone calls me Nora.

That's the name

that goes with my face.

(LAUGHS)

- Hey, you should warm up!

- Warm up?

Oh, my! That is crazy!

I'm guessing you're new,

my darling.

You can tell that because...

(GIRLS WHIMPER)

(FELICIE GASPS)

- Who is that?

- You are joking, right?

It's Louis Merante,

ballet master,

world-famous choreographer,

the man who performed the most

fouetts ever in a single solo.

Fou-whats?

Turns. Really difficult turns.

187 in total,

and right after, he vomited!

Silence, mam'selle!

First position!

- Uh...

- Second!

- What?

- Third!

- Uh...

- Fourth, and rest in fifth!

Huh? Oh!

Today is an important day.

I've gathered all

the coryphes together

to audition for the part of Clara

in 'The Nutcracker',

which will debut on Christmas Eve

and star Rosita Mauri.

Rosita? Rosita Mauri?

- Oh, I don't believe it!

- Ahem!

So every girl in this room

has a chance

to dance in my new ballet,

except you.

You've all worked hard,

except you!

You are here

because of talent and guts.

- Except me.

- Exactly!

Starting tomorrow,

we'll have an audition.

One of you will be

eliminated each day.

So, tomorrow, little rich girl,

no matter what strings you pulled

to get here,

that will be you!

But my mother serves

the best prime rib in Paris!

I am a vegetarian.

(GULPS)

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