Lili Page #3

is a sad song, hi-Lili, hi-Lili, hi-lo.

A song of love is a song of woe.

Don't ask me how I know.

A song of love is a sad song,

for I have loved, and it's so.

hi-Lili, hi-Lili, hi-lo, hi-lo

hi-Lili, hi-Lili, hi-lo.

[ Applause and music continues

playing hi-Lili, hi-lo ]

[ Accordian music is heard ]

Here he is now, the boss.

But that's the angry man.

Ha. He's all right.

Now, then, has Jacquot told you?

No, I just fed her.

We're gonna take you on.

We're gonna change the act

and play it for adults.

It'll be a job, fairly steady work.

You'll be paid your share.

Thank you...very much.

What's the matter?

Well...I...I

don't know if...

what...what could I do?

Exactly what you did tonight.

You'll go walking by,

wearing that dress...

mm-hmm.

Hair just as it is...

the puppets will stop you

and speak to you...

mm-hmm.

After that, you'll

talk about anything.

You'll just answer whatever

the puppets happen to say...

The way you did tonight.

Keep the hi-Lili song in.

I intend to.

We'll agree each night before we start

on the general content of the show.

You'll have to learn

to raise your voice a bit,

and turn to the audience occasionally...

Monsieur Marc,

Monsieur Marc, hee hee.

I'm staying on.

[ Giggle ]

The angry man gave me a job.

Isn't that wonderful?

Well, that's great.

That's fine for everybody, yeah?

Mm-hmm.

Well, you are all set, then.

Be seeing you.

It isn't gonna work.

Sure it is.

It's a great idea.

The little fool isn't interested...

in us or the act.

Oh, but I am.

I love Carrot Top and Reynardo.

We know whom you love.

Come on.

It's gonna be all right.

Don't worry.

Find her a place to sleep.

But, but, he..he's angry,

he said that...

Don't worry.

Everything will be all right.

Why is Mr. Berthalet so strange?

Because...

because his name

is not Berthalet.

Because he used to be Paul Berthold,

the great dancer.

Because his leg was

injured in the war.

Because now he cannot dance

and has to be a puppeteer,

and doesn't always like it.

But you must never,

never speak to him about it.

Come on now.

Here we are.

There's a little room

back here you can use.

Will he let me stay?

You'll stay.

The truth is, he's very excited

about the idea

of having a new kind of show.

You'll work well with him.

Oh, but I didn't

know I was working.

Well, you...you're giving me

your room.

There's another place

back there for me.

Now go to bed, sleep well,

and dream of magicians,

beautiful magicians.

[ Rhythmic clapping ]

[Clap ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Jacquot ] Stop slamming doors.

Be quiet. The girl's asleep.

[ Paul ] Do you think I'm drunk?

[ Jacquot ] I know you're drunk.

Let's open a bottle.

You've had enough.

What makes you think so?

Go to bed.

Tomorrow is another day.

Oh, now there's

a profound statement.

That's a gem...

"Tomorrow is another day."

And tomorrow...

and tomorrow and tomorrow

with the audience.

That audience, those

endless little faces

alike as mothballs.

I hate 'em!

You don't hate them.

My head aches.

That's not my fault.

I've had too much to drink.

I'll get you some coffee.

Now...why is it that when a man

goes to great effort and expense

to get drunk,

his friends,

instead of respecting this endeavor,

do everything they can

to sober him up? Why?

Why?

Because they mean well.

Because they're nice people?

I love all people.

You said you hated them.

Well, it wasn't true.

I love them...

the helpless people

who live on the earth,

draw their comfort from it.

Sometimes from each other.

What have we here?

A girl in love.

Try this.

It's a good thing

to be in love I'm told.

I'm told it's a matter...

not of what you love,

but of how you love...

and that a little of

what you really want

is better than large quantities

of what you don't.

As for me, I want all.

Refusal to compromise.

A sign of immaturity, you know?

Wait! Wait.

Ladies and gentlemen...

I shall now perform a double pirouette.

- Paul...

[ Thud ]

[ Bangs wall ]

How do you do?

I'm paul Berthalet...

half man...

half mountebank...

disenchanted,

dispossessed,

but going on like

a dog chasing a stick...

a lame dog...

trying to run like the others,

but not getting there.

Oh, well, anyway.

I...I'm sure you're wrong.

I'm sure Reynardo never steals.

Never steals? Hah!

Well, you know my diamond comb,

the one I always wear?

But, I had it on the dresser

the other day. I was going to put it on.

I reached for it, and out of the

corner of my eye,

I looked up and suddenly...

Oh! There, you see?

Well, Reynardo, shame on you.

Ahem.

Oh, is this yours?

Yes.

Ahem. Sorry.

Oh, well, you know,

he didn't know it was,

it was mine.

[ Audience laughs ]

And then, along came

the biggest one of all.

What!

I don't believe it.

Well, it's true.

I don't believe it.

Well...huh,... come on now,

don't you do that. Ho, ho, ho.

[ Audience laughs ]

That's for you.

It's getting to be so much.

- That's the way the boss wants it.

Go, buy yourself

something you don't need.

Thank you.

Thank you, Pierre!

Stop making a fool of yourself.

For the first time you have money,

and what do you do?

Stuff yourself with candy

and buy fairway dolls.

Can't you think of

anything better to buy?

Is there nothing you want?

With the whole world to choose from,

isn't there anything you want?

But if you could have

anything you wanted...anything,

with the whole world to choose from,

what would you ask for?

If you could have anything...an-y-thing...

what would it be?

Well...I...I don't know.

I know.

Ice cream! Ice cream!

No, no, no.

Pretty curls, like mine.

What everybody wants...

to be able to steal anything

without being caught.

Oh!

A pretty blue dress

like mine.

Wait a minute.

Let her talk. Let Lili talk.

Well, I...I don't know.

I know...

I know what you want.

I think you'd like, someday,

to have the feeling

that you're loved...

that somebody cares

what happens to you.

Aww, I care.

I care.

I care.

I care.

I care.

[ Child ] I care.

[ Woman ] I care.

And I care.

Hey...

hmm?

Well...a new dress.

New shoes.

Very pretty.

Very chic.

Very grown up.

Look at her, Paul.

Isn't she pretty?

Well, say something, you...

...boss.

I don't care what you

wear on the street,

but get back into your

gray dress for the show.

Oh, yes, of course.

I...I...

Lili, go wait for us a minute.

We'll have lunch in the tent.

So, the awkward child is becoming

an attractive dish,

and you don't like it,

because from now on,

there's gonna be competition.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

I think you do.

[ Carousel plays hi-Lili, hi-lo ]

You talk too much, Jacquot.

At times.

What the devil

is the matter with you?

You're in love with the girl,

and she's in love

with someone else.

This sort of thing

happens all the time.

People don't die of love.

You'll recover...

but meanwhile, can't you be

civilized about it?

I'll try.

Come on.

Let's go to lunch.

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