The Greatest Showman Page #3

you could ever be.

'Cause we're dreaming

with our eyes wide open.

And we know we can't go back again.

To the world that we were living in.

'Cause we're dreaming

with our eyes wide open.

So, come alive!

Bravo.

That was amazing.

- Superb!

- Fantastic.

This is bad. The Barnum Museum. A

primitive Circus of Humbug.

"Criminal." "Greedy".

"A circus."

I like circus.

That's right, bad boy.

You are gonna protect

the bearded lady?

Hay... That's enough.

Walter.

- Inside, all! Right?

- Look them run.

- We do not want your kind here.

- Get out of here.

That's right, you freaks.

Your master's calling.

That's quite enough, sir.

Nothing more to look at.

At your service.

You print this review in

every paper in New York.

Half price ticket to

anyone who with it.

Sold out.

Come one!

Come all!

Come in!

Come on!

To anyone who's

bursting with a dream.

Come one!

Come all!

You hear the call.

To anyone who's searching

for a way to break free.

Break free!

Break free!

When the world becomes a fantasy.

And you're more than

you could ever be.

'Cause you're dreaming

with your eyes wide open.

And we know we

can't go back again.

To the world that we were living in.

'Cause we're dreaming

with our eyes wide open.

When the world becomes a fantasy.

And you're more than

you could ever be.

'Cause you're dreaming

with your eyes wide open.

Yeah, yeah.

And we know we

can't go back again.

To the world that we were living in.

'Cause we're dreaming

with our eyes wide open.

'Cause we're dreaming

with our eyes wide open.

So come alive!

Come alive.

Peanuts.

Get your peanuts here.

- Hot, salted peanuts.

- One for me and one for the lady.

O'Malley.

Ah, Mr. Bennett from the Herald.

Come to take in

another show, huh?

Tell me, Mr. Barnum,

does it bother you

that everything you're selling is fake?

Do these smiles seem fake?

It doesn't matter where they come from.

The joy is real.

So you are a philanthropist?

Well, hyperbole isn't the worst crime.

Men suffer more from imagining

too little than too much.

The creed of a true fraud.

Mr Bennett,

when was the last time you smiled?

Or had a good laugh?

A real laugh.

A theater critic who can't

find joy in the theater.

Now who is the fraud?

Oh, Mr. Bennett.

That word you used

to describe my show,

has a nice ring to it.

P.T. Barnum's Circus.

This way.

Don't you think there is enough

'blind trust' in my life?

Well, isn't that what makes it fun?

Keep coming. Okay.

Are you ready?

- Is it?

- It is.

Come on.

Let's go.

Push.

Helen, that's for you.

And, Caroline,

this is for you.

There is a ballet school

right down the street.

Just past your parents' house.

Don't tell me you bought this house

just to rub my parents'

noses in your success.

That was not the only reason.

This is the life I promised you.

Shall we?

Phin...

It's beautiful, but we

don't need all of this.

It took me 25 years, but...

Welcome home,

Charity Barnum.

- Hello there!

- Barnum is in.

Hey, sweetie, who is that

young man over there?

That is Philip Carlyle.

A bit of a scandal, they say.

- His last play was a hit in London.

- Play?

Pay good money to

watch people stand around and talk for

two hours, and they call me a con man.

Ew. What's that smell?

Do you smell that?

- Ew, something does smell.

- I know what it is. Peanuts.

I can see it right now.

"Youngest prima ballerina in the

history of the City ballet."

- I'm quitting.

- What? Why would you quit?

I started too late.

I will never catch up.

Caroline, you were the

best dancer on that stage.

What? Do you think

I can't spot talent?

Ballet takes years of hard work.

It's not like the circus.

You can't just fake it.

She can't quit. No.

No, I mean... She doesn't.

She just feels out of place

with the other girls.

Well, I should certainly hope so.

I have never seen so many

little prima Donnas in my life.

Yes, but those prima Donnas are the most

important thing in the

world to her right now.

She'll learn to ignore

them, just like I did.

She shouldn't have to.

New York society will never accept us.

If they did,

they'd have to stop judging...

and actually do

something with their lives.

This isn't about me.

Oh... So it's different than

everything else then?

I just want her to be proud

of who she is, of her family.

She is proud.

We don't have to be the Carlyle's.

Mr. Carlyle.

You produced this play?

Yes I do, indeed.

Refunds are available

at front box office.

- P.T. Barnum.

- From the circus?

Yes. You've been?

God, no. But I've

seen the crowds.

People leave your show happier

than when they came in.

Which is much more than

I can say from my play.

And yet, you have no

trouble selling tickets.

That's because I'm selling virtue.

Can I buy you a drink?

I want to go after

the carriage straight.

Present legitimate acts,

expand our appeal...

go after the snobs.

If you only knew how suffocating they are.

So come join our circus.

You clearly have a flair

for show business.

Teach me how to appeal

to the highbrows.

Are you serious?

Mr. Barnum, I can not just run off

enter into circus.

Why not? Sounds thrilling isn't it?

Lets just say that I find

it much more comfortable...

- admiring your show from afar.

- Comfort, the enemy of progress.

Do you understand that

just associating with you

could cost me my inheritance.

I thought it'd cost you more than that.

You would be risking everything.

But, on the other hand, well,

you just might find

yourself a free man.

Right here, right now

I put the offer out.

I don't want to chase you down

I know you see it.

You run with me.

And I can cut you free.

Out of the drudgery

and walls you keep in.

So trade that typical

for something colorful.

And if it's crazy,

live a little crazy.

You can play it sensible,

a king of conventional.

Or you can risk it all and see.

Don't you wanna get away from

same old part you gotta play.

'Cause I got what you need.

So come with me

and take the ride.

It'll take you to the other side.

'Cause you can do like you do

Or you can do like me.

Stay in the cage, or you'll

finally take the key.

Oh, damn! Suddenly

you're free to fly.

It'll take you to the other side.

Okay, my friend, you

want to cut me in.

Well I hate to tell you,

but it just won't happen.

So thanks, but no.

I think I'm good to go.

'Cause I quite enjoy the

life you say I'm trapped in.

Now I admire you, and

that whole show you do.

You're onto something,

really it's something.

But I live among the swells, and

we don't pick up peanut shells.

I'll have to leave that up to you.

Don't you know that I'm okay with

this uptown part I get to play.

'Cause I got what I need and I

don't want to take the ride

I don't need to see the other side.

So go and do like you do.

I'm good to do like me.

Ain't in a cage, so I don't

need to take the key.

Oh, damn! Can't you

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