Marguerite Page #4

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door in my face. You were there ...

No no no, that must be able

to be arranged.

Don't go risking yourself

on a real stage.

It does not make sense.

Georges ...

all my life I have obeyed you.

I busy myself with our interior.

I helped you in your business ...

I accompanied you in dozens

of tedious dinners

without ever complaining.

But now I would like to ...

be more than that.

This is not a reason

to do anything.

I am not going to do anything!

I'll find a real teacher

with people who... who surround me,

who advise me...

Hmm well, I prohibit it.

But what exactly are you afraid of?

I'm afraid for you.

You appear ...

all the time...

But why ?

What is it?

Is it pride?

You want to be applauded,

play divas, like a child ...

Then you don't understand

what I do.

understand nothing of what I am ...

Only music matters to me.

The music...

that's all you have left me.

But I am still ready to sing

once more before your empty chair.

It's that or go mad,

you hear me ?

Crazy.

Crazy!

I'm going to need you Madelbos ...

It's going to be magnificent.

I had an Indian dance teacher

who repeated to me often ...

Perfection is not doing something

great and beautiful but ...

doing what we do with grandeur...

and beauty.

You did Indian dancing?

Sacred dancing, yes.

I was on the wrong path.

It helped me forget myself.

Look.

They are all there for you, Madame.

Hey! ... Ho!

Wait!

Wait!

She's decided to give a big concert.

A real concert with a real audience.

I'm sorry my dear Georges,

but your lovely wife

is no longer a part

of our Circle of music.

No no no no. She doesn't

need to go on a real stage.

It would be a disaster.

Uh ... you know we

found a new benefactor?

Frankly, that's a relief. All

these years hurting our ears.

I forbid you to talk about her

like that.

You've suddenly discovered a love for

your wife's singing talents?

And have you thought about her?

Huh?

What will happen

when she understands?

Because you too

... All of you have lied to her!

Bunch of bastards!

By the way...

my love to the beautiful Franoise.

Otherwise you would be crying, I believe.

Let's go.

The bastards greet you well.

Let's go.

The curtain rise is at 9:00am.

It is late Madelbos.

- Marguerite.

I am going to join some friends

at the opera.

You don't want to go with me?

I imagine...

Marguerite, I really have to

talk to you.

Uh well come with me for once.

I am going to see Pagliacci.

This is the story of an actor

who wants to kill his wife.

That ought to amuse you.

No ?

Let's go. Bye beautiful!

I was wrong Marguerite.

It was at 8:
30am.

But I have something else to show you.

You'll see...

We'll go right after.

We'll have to talk about

your gallery project, Lucien.

It's very good.

And then he restarted

a personal project.

Will you leave your newspaper?

Uh ... It's not that simple.

Hey, if you want me to help you

you know I'm here.

One day, you have

to take the plunge.

Oh, it happens every day.

We are going just below the stage here.

The prompter is placed there.

But now it's not done anymore,

he prefers it to stay behind the scenes.

All is well, Marguerite?

We finish here. Come into the gallery.

- Ah yes.

Is it possible?

Ah ... there you are, old source ...

My old Lucien.

How are you ?

- Well, well thank you.

A drink for breakfast ...

Thank you.

You use binoculars now?

Yeah, what do you want?

To win three rounds ...

Okay, is there anybody here?

What do you think?

It's not working at all ...

They want to cancel the last 10

performances, so ...

He wails like an wretch ...

Do you hear it?

Is it Pezzini who pays you?

No, no, no, it's the theatre that

called me to rescue the applause.

but ... it changes nothing.

It's not working.

That's a wonderful job,

being paid to applaud.

Or whistle!

But that is more expensive.

When I think that I have 10 guys

on the balcony applauding every night...

but people don't follow.

Like yesterday ...

I added some Spaniards downstairs ...

the guys they go there,

eh, I can tell you.

It does not work either.

So she's crazy about opera ...

and as she needs a singing teacher,

I said to myself ...

Pezzini.

He is completely broke.

To win 3 rounds, he will do

what you would like, you think!

Nevertheless I like Pezzini.

He was even the first who

asked me to whistle.

I didn't know it had started so early!

Say, my grandfather whistled Victor Hugo!

A magnificent piece elsewhere ...

"The love and the fortune.

Somewhere else, as in Spain. "

"Are games from long ago:

it is the thief who wins. "

Not bad !

It swung him 40 crates of tomatoes.

Hey.

Did you know that little Hazel

found a patron?

Yes I know.

It working out well for her too ...

... Recitals and all ...

You want me to send her my Spaniards?

It's not their thing,

modern music, eh!

You're too much...

Bravo!

Congratulations!

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

You hear my Spaniards?

Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo!

Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo ... Bravo!

What beauty ... what delicacy ...

Bravo!

- Bravo!

What elegance...

... But f*** you!

- Poor b*tch!

You make me believe

that it's the last call.

and yet you go in front of the curtain

for the applause.

You think I don't understand your

little tricks, you old f*ggot?

Whatever...

F*** you!

But look at this big ass!

Ah ... you were there yourself?

Dear Master, I present

Baroness Marguerite Dumont.

Ah ... yes ...

it is you who claps so hard!

It was magnificent.

Hey well then ... that is

what annoys that fat b*tch!

Because she's a b*tch, she made

all of Paris to have good papers,

Here it is the truth ...

Go have a drink in my dressing room.

I will tell him of our business,

you come, just down the hall.

Come in, come in dear Madame ...

we are going to give you to drink ...

champagne, drink without thirst.

I read the article

from our friend Lucien

but I hadn't realized it was you.

This is your idea ...

the feather on the head? I love it.

Lucien has already told you I am looking

for a teacher to prepare a recital.

It stirred in me two words ... yes ... uh

and I understand,

a voice without a teacher

is like a ship without a captain ...

Is it not, my little Lucien.

This is very well said, Maestro.

You know...

or rather, you do not know

that many teachers

put their pupils to work

regardless of the nature

even their voice.

It still exists.

This is why ... with Madame Dumont

we thought that a teacher

as you ...

Hello !...

excuse me.

How are you ?

You know ... the great Marguerite Dumont

She's a singer.

At the Opera.

Not in Jazz.

Go, go, they are waiting for you.

And there you go...

... And so the best thing is a master

makes you pass a small audition.

Yeah, why not?

But beware Marguerite, if he tells you

you are not ready

to go on stage,

you need to listen.

He may even give up.

We do not cheat with music,

dear Madame.

Or, it retaliates.

And I know what I'm talking about.

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