Marguerite Page #7

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How are you going, awful?

Do you need me and the girls to applaud

at least?

Well, it's going to make it seem full.

With Poles, Italians

and all the bards.

If you don't shake

the chandeliers with that...

I am willing to bow out.

And we have to do that ...

to cheat?

It is you who decides Marguerite,

this will be your evening.

And nobody will cheat you ...

Where were you,

we were looking for you everywhere?

I locked myself away a little

to try writing.

I am worried Lucien.

You are ... fresh.

As a young girl.

Look.

- Tell me.

I would like my husband

to be sitting there ...

in that armchair, there.

Oh, no, pity.

No sentimentality.

Not of sentiments than of centimetres.

Well now,

there is more than singing.

Has your husband already seen

you dance like that?

You look like a gypsy.

Instead, he believes that

I'm rehearsing.

It makes me happy

to see you like this.

You are doing better.

Have you worked well?

This red scarf ... is it silk?

I saw you tonight ...

It was a farewell gift.

And if I did not sing tomorrow?

If we both left?

I know tomorrow is an

important day for you.

If you ask me not to sing,

I won't sing.

My husband...

Chapter 5

THE TRUTH:

She is at first very eccentric,

you know, very free ...

I've just helped her through

something of herself.

That's all. The genius and the ridiculous.

it is often very close, right?

These people know what to expect?

They come to see the phenomenon.

Glory to the great ...

Marguerite !

Madame received a telegram.

You can count on my presence ...

signed:
Charlie Chaplin.

Do you really believe it's him?

Who knows.

Has Monsieur arrived?

He will not be late, Madame.

He even took his damn car.

Hello.

Hello doctor.

Good evening...

I left you a message yesterday.

For us to come together.

I know.

He's there.

He came...

You have to go prepare Madame.

Good evening.

- Good evening.

I can see her singing alone in

our room, and now ...

There is everybody in your room.

She does not love you so much.

Neither do I.

Marguerite !

Madame Dumont.

Marguerite.

Marguerite.

Did you love it?

Marguerite.

She lost a lot of blood

but we stopped the bleeding.

Can she still sing?

It's too early to tell.

They say you must wait

until she wakes up.

Her husband never had the courage

to tell her she was singing badly.

And you never had the courage to

tell me I sang well.

Maybe I was afraid of losing you.

You could do great things, Lucien.

I know.

No ... you know nothing.

People who are successful and

have money can not understand.

Come listen to me next week.

I am singing at the

Theatre des Champs Elyses.

It will be a great evening.

I said to Marguerite,

What would we become

without Marguerite ...

Monsieur.

Thank you.

It's time that I told Monsieur ...

I will be presenting my resignation.

I'm going to get married, Monsieur.

Marguerite will be glad to hear it.

I know ... that she is very

attached to you.

It was maybe... waiting for you,

Monsieur.

So ... today is Wednesday.

and I would like to ask you

an important question, Madame Dumont.

No no no, there is no

Madame Dumont.

No no, call me simply, Marguerite

Okay ?

The audience has always

called me, Marguerite.

Heard.

On our last record.

you told me you have often

sang at the Berlin Opera, Marguerite.

Can you tell us about that?

You know doctor, I had the chance to

sing on all the world's stages

in all these magnificent operas.

When I look back,

It's a whirlwind ... a whirlwind

it's a journey... without stopping,

If you like, it's as if the train

had never stopped.

and I was singing on the train ...

I open the window, and I sing to the

train, anywhere in any city.

You understand?

I understand, yes, but what is

your best memory on stage?

Ah ... I do not know.

There are so many.

Maybe before the war ...

When I sang Wagner in Milan

in front of my husband.

A huge room where you

had to give a strong voice.

And now what are your plans ...

Tell me a little?

You should ask my agent,

you know I ...

Look, only just yesterday, I was

asked to create Samson and Delilah

in Covent Garden, with

Vladimir Borowski and Linda Cavalieri.

This is a great friend, you know.

I love it.

The hospital, Monsieur.

But the most important for me.

it's that moment of sharing

with the audience.

Without them, it turns

music into a vacuum.

You understand?

The emptiness.

Okay... but returning to

your projects, Marguerite.

Tell me about your projects ...

I know there was talk of a long

tour in Asia to sing Ada.

but I have not yet signed anything

because there is likewise a proposition

in South America.

I've always dreamed of

singing in Argentina.

In fact... I have the impression

of having spent ...

my life on stage, you see.

Yes. On a stage, looking at me in

all these characters ...

it's a funny career all the same...

Pretending not to pretend.

Norma, Tosca ...

It's my family, they are my cousins,

they are my friends, my sisters.

I can't do without them.

If you want.

I decided have the talk.

To record her memories...

At least ... this is what she believes

to be her memories.

She has maybe dreamed all that,

but she never lived it.

Never.

Never, she wasn't a great singer.

Nor a happy woman in love.

I do not care who laughed.

Who laughed?

This is all wind.

Noise...

Then you'll help me save her.

She asked that we make him bring

sheet music, costumes, at least...

all that she needs to stay in ...

in her delirium.

And on the contrary, I think

that it helps to resume contact,

with real life.

The people she knows.

Her habits.

Her habits. It is exactly this

madness always ...

She needs to know the truth.

I have tried...

Oh, there is nothing more beautiful

than the applause.

Nothing ...

Besides the look of the man you love.

At first, I believe that it is for my

husband that I do this career.

for him to be proud of me.

he finds me beautiful and desirable

for the longest time possible.

It's very sensual work

for the voice, you know ...

In singing it is ...

his body that one seeks.

His body and his sex.

That explains everything,

the lack of love is ...

And even if it doesn't explain anything,

it explains everything.

It is published in the newspaper

this morning.

As she gave a recital tonight

I said to myself...

I know she was waiting

for a long time.

She will become a great artist,

you know?

Then maybe that I don't

feel worthy of her.

Who knows...

It is interesting all the same,

her suffering. Right?

It's okay Lucien

it is in life, it is ...

It will do you a lot of good.

Myself, I loved, loved suffering.

It has me ...

When there are tastes, it is ...

You know how the female peacock

seduced the male peacock?

I have a peacock at home.

His name is Caruso.

They are face to face.

He's literally a statue.

And she, with her beak,

she taps him in the eye.

And he does not move.

He asks for more.

Tac, tac,

Hi Marguerite,

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