Moulin Rouge Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Moulin Rouge Script


   

                   

[ORCHESTRA TUNES INSTRUMENTS]



 

                   

[APPLAUSE]



 

                   

[FANFARE SOUNDS]



 

                   

[MUSIC PLAYS]



 

                   

TOULOUSE-LAUTREC SINGS:

There was a boy



 

                   

A very strange enchanted boy



 

                   

They say he wandered very far



 

                   

Very far



 

                   

Over land and sea



  

                   

PREACHER:

Don 't be fooled! Evil!



  

                   

TOULOUSE-LAUTREC SINGS:

A little shy



  

                   

Turn away from this village of sin!



  

                   

TOULOUSE-LAUTREC SINGS:

And sad of eye



  

                   

But very wise...



  

                   

...was he



  

                   

And then one day



  

                   

A magic day...



  

                   

...he passed my way



  

                   

And while we spoke of many things



  

                   

Fools and kings



  

                   

This he said to me



  

                   

The greatest thing



  

                   

You'll ever learn



  

                   

Is just to love



  

                   

And be loved...



  

                   

...in return



  

                   

CHRISTIAN:

The Moulin Rouge.



  

                   

A nightclub...



  

                   

...a dance hall and a bordello...



  

                   

...ruled over by Harold Zidler.



  

                   

A kingdom of nighttime pleasures...



  

                   

...where the rich played with...



  

                   

...the young and beautiful creatures

of the underworld.



  

                   

The most beautiful of all these...



  

                   

...was the woman who I loved.



  

                   

Satine.



  

                   

A courtesan, she sold her love to men.



  

                   

They called her

"The Sparkling Diamond."



  

                   

And she was the star...



  

                   

...of the Moulin Rouge.



  

                   

The woman I loved...



  

                   

...is...



  

                   

...dead.



  

                   

I first came to Paris...



  

                   

...one year ago.



  

                   

It was      the Summer of Love.



  

                   

I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge,

Harold Zidler or Satine.



  

                   

The world had been swept up in a

Bohemian revolution, and I had...



  

                   

...come to be a part of it.



  

                   

On the hill near Paris

was the village of Montmartre.



  

                   

It was not,

as my father said...



  

                   

A village of sin.



  

                   

- But the center of

the Bohemian world.



  

                   

Musicians, painters, writers.



  

                   

They were known as

the Children of the Revolution.



  

                   

I had come to live a penniless

existence. I had come to...



  

                   

...write about truth, beauty,

freedom...



  

                   

...and that which I believed in

above all things: Love.



  

                   

Always this ridiculous obsession

with love!



  

                   

There was one problem.



  

                   

I'd never been in love.



  

                   

Just then, an unconscious Argentinean

fell through my roof.



  

                   

He was joined by a dwarf

dressed as a nun.



  

                   

How do you do?



  

                   

My name is Henri Marie Raymond

Toulouse-Lautrec-Montfa.



  

                   

I'm terribly sorry. We were upstairs

rehearsing a play.



  

                   

A play. Something very modern called

Spectacular, Spectacular.



  

                   

It's set in Switzerland.



  

                   

The unconscious Argentinean

suffered from narcolepsy.



  

                   

Perfectly fine one moment,

then unconscious the next.



  

                   

How is he?



  

                   

Wonderful.

The Argentinean is unconscious.



  

                   

Now the play will not be ready to

present to the financier tomorrow.



  

                   

- I still have to finish the music.

- Someone else can read the part.



  

                   

Where on earth will we find

someone to play...



  

                   

...a young, sensitive

Swiss poet goatherder?



  

                   

Soon I was upstairs, standing in

for the unconscious Argentinean.



  

                   

The hills animate



  

                   

With the euphonious symphonies

Of descant



  

                   

Oh, stop!

Stop that insufferable droning!



  

                   

It's drowning out my words!



  

                   

Just stick to some decorative piano.



  

                   

There were artistic differences

over Audrey's lyrics.



  

                   

A nun wouldn't say that

about a hill.



  

                   

How about, "The hills are vital

intoning the descant"?



  

                   

"The hills quake and shake..."



  

                   

"The hills are incarnate

with symphonic melodies"!



  

                   

"The hills..." "The hills..."



  

                   

[LOUD TALKING]



  

                   

The hills...



  

                   

...are alive...



  

                   

...with the sound of...



  

                   

...music



  

                   

"The hills are alive with

the sound of music. " I love it!



  

                   

The hills are alive...



  

                   

...with the sound...

...of music.



  

                   

It fits perfectly!



  

                   

With songs they have sung



  

                   

For a thousand years



   

                   

Incandiferous!



   

                   

- You should write the show together.

- Excuse me?



   

                   

Toulouse's suggestion was not

what Audrey wanted to hear.



   

                   

Goodbye!



   

                   

Here's to your first job in Paris.



   

                   

Toulouse, Zidler will never agree.



   

                   

Have you ever written a play before?



   

                   

No.



   

                   

The boy has talent!



   

                   

I like him.



   

                   

Nothing funny.

I just like talent.



   

                   

"The hills are alive

with the sound of music."



   

                   

With Christian, we can write...



   

                   

...the Bohemian revolutionary show

we always dreamt of.



   

                   

How will we convince Zidler?



   

                   

Toulouse had a plan.



   

                   

Satine.



   

                   

They'd dress me in a suit and

say I was a famous English writer.



   

                   

Once Satine heard my poetry,

she'd be amazed and insist that...



   

                   

...I write Spectacular, Spectacular.

But I kept hearing my father's voice:



   

                   

You'll end up wasting your life at

the Moulin Rouge with a cancan dancer!



   

                   

- I can't write the show!

- Why not?



   

                   

I don't know if I am

a Bohemian revolutionary.



   

                   

- Do you believe in beauty?

- Yes.



   

                   

- Freedom?

- Of course.



   

                   

- Truth?

- Yes.



   

                   

Love?



   

                   

Love? Love?



   

                   

Above all things,

I believe in love.



   

                   

Love is like oxygen.

Love is a many-splendored thing.



   

                   

Love lifts us up where we belong.

All you need is love!



   

                   

You can't fool us! You're the voice

of the Children of the Revolution!



   

                   

We can 't be fooled!



   

                   

To the writer of the world's first

Bohemian revolutionary show!



   

                   

It was the perfect plan.



   

                   

I was to audition for Satine

and taste my first glass of absinthe.



   

                   

There was a boy...



   

                   

I am the green fairy.



   

                   

FAIRY SINGS:

The hills are alive



   

                   

With the sound of music



   

                   

[MUSIC PLAYS]



   

                   

Freedom, beauty...



   

                   

...truth and love



   

                   

The hills are alive



   

                   

With the sound of music



   

                   

CHRISTIAN:

We were off to the Moulin Rouge.



   

                   

I would perform my poetry

for Satine.



   

                   

The Moulin Rouge!



   

                   

Harold Zidler and his infamous girls.



   

                   

They called them his "Diamond Dogs."



   

                   

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?



   

                   

Hey, sister, go, sister

Soul sister, go, sister



   

                   

If life's an awful bore



   

                   

And living's just a chore



   

                   

That you do 'cause death 's not much fun



   

                   

I've just the antidote



   

                   

And though I mustn 't gloat



   

                   

At the Moulin Rouge

You'll have fun



   

                   

So scratch that little niggle



   

                   

Give a little wiggle



   

                   

You know that you can



   

                   

Because we...



   

                   

...can cancan



   

                   

Don 't say you can 't can 't can 't



   

                   

You know you can cancan



   

                   

Don 't say you can 't

Because you can



   

                   

Here we are now



   

                   

Entertain us



   

                   

We feel stupid



   

                   

And contagious



   

                   

Got some dark desire

Love to play with fire



   

                   

Why not let it rip?

Live a little bit



   

                   

We can cancan



   

                   

Don 't say you can 't can 't can 't



   

                   

You know you can cancan



   

                   

You can cancan



   

                   

Outside, it may be raining



   

                   

But in here it's entertaining!



   

                   

If you love love love

To be free free free



   

                   

The Moulin Rouge is the place to be



   

                   

Because we can cancan!



   

                   

Yes, we can cancan!



   

                   

Here we are now

Entertain us



   

                   

Outside, things may be tragic



   

                   

But in here, we feel it's magic



   

                   

[MUSIC STOPS]



   

                   

The cancan.



   

                   

Because we can cancan!



   

                   

Go, sister

Soul sister



   

                   

Hey, sister, go, sister

Soul sister, go, sister



   

                   

Because we can cancan!



   

                   

Yes, we can cancan!



   

                   

Creole Lady Marmalade



   

                   

Because we can cancan!



   

                   

'Cause it's good for your mind!



   

                   

Mission accomplished.

We've successfully evaded Zidler.



   

                   

It's her! The Sparkling Diamond.



   

                   

The French are glad to...



   

                   

...die for love



   

                   

They delight...



   

                   

...in fighting duels



   

                   

CHRISTIAN: But someone else was to

meet Satine that night.



   

                   

But I prefer...



   

                   

...a man who lives



   

                   

CHRISTIAN:

Zidler's investor.



   

                   

And gives expensive...



   

                   

...jewels



   

                   

CHRISTIAN:

The Duke.



   

                   

[SWING MUSIC PLAYS]



   

                   

A kiss on the hand

May be quite continental



   

                   

But diamonds are

A girl's best friend



   

                   

A kiss may be grand

But it won 't pay the rental



   

                   

On your humble flat

Or help you feed your pussycat



   

                   

Men grow cold

As girls grow old



   

                   

And we all lose our charms in the end



   

                   

But square cut or pear-shaped

These rocks don 't lose their shape



   

                   

Diamonds are a girl's best friend



   

                   

When will I meet the girl?



   

                   

Tiffany's!



   

                   

After her number. I've arranged a

special meeting, just you and Satine.



   

                   

Totally alone.



   

                   

Cartier!



   

                   

After her number, I've arranged

a private meeting.



   

                   

- Just you and Satine. Totally alone.

- Alone?



   

                   

Yes, totally alone.



   

                   

'Cause we are living

In a material world



   

                   

And I am a material girl



   

                   

Come and get me, boys.



   

                   

Excuse me.



   

                   

Black Star! Roscor!



   

                   

Talk to me, Harry Zidler!

Tell me all about it!



   

                   

There may come a time

When a lass needs a lawyer



   

                   

But diamonds are

A girl's best friend



   

                   

There may come a time

When a hard-boiled employer thinks



   

                   

You're awful nice



   

                   

Don't worry. I'll sally forth

and tee things up!



   

                   

- Is the Duke here?

- Liebchen, would Daddy let you down?



   

                   

Terribly sorry.



   

                   

Where is he?



   

                   

Toulouse is shaking a hanky at him.



   

                   

Excuse me, Christian. May I borrow?



   

                   

- Are you sure?

- Let me peek.



   

                   

I'm ever so sorry! How embarrassing!



   

                   

That's the one. I hope that demonic

little loon doesn't frighten him off.



   

                   

Clean yourself up, you bourgeois pig!



   

                   

Sorry.



   

                   

- Will he invest?

- Pigeon!



   

                   

After spending the night with you,

how could he refuse?



   

                   

What's his type? Wilting flower?



   

                   

Bright and bubbly?



   

                   

Or smoldering temptress?



   

                   

I'd say smoldering temptress.

We're all relying on you, gosling.



   

                   

Remember, a real show in a real theater,

with a real audience...



   

                   

...and you'll be...



   

                   

A real actress.



   

                   

'Cause that's when those louses

Go back to their spouses



   

                   

Diamonds...



   

                   

I have exciting news!



   

                   

...are a girl's...



   

                   

...best...



   

                   

...friend



   

                   

[SWING MUSIC ENDS]



   

                   

I believe you were expecting me.



   

                   

Yes. Yes.



   

                   

I'm afraid it's lady's choice.



   

                   

[CHEERING]



   

                   

[SATINE SQUEALS]



   

                   

[SQUEALS]



   

                   

I see you've met my English friend...



   

                   

I'll take care of it.



   

                   

Let's dance.



   

                   

Hit her with your most modern poem!



   

                   

[POP MUSIC PLAYS]



   

                   

To the beat of the rhythm of the night



   

                   

Dance until the morning light



   

                   

Forget the worries on your mind



   

                   

You can leave them all behind



   

                   

That went well.



   

                   

DOCTOR: Incredible.

ARGENTINEAN: He has a gift with women.



   

                   

I told you. He's a genius.



   

                   

That Duke certainly can dance.



   

                   

How wonderful of you to

take an interest in our show.



   

                   

It sounds very exciting.

I'd be delighted to be involved.



   

                   

Assuming you like what I do.



   

                   

I'm sure I will.



   

                   

Toulouse thought we might be able to...



   

                   

...do it in private.



   

                   

- Did he?

- Yes, you know, a private...



   

                   

...poetry reading.



   

                   

Ohhh!



   

                   

A "poetry reading."



   

                   

I love a little "poetry"

after supper.



   

                   

Hang on to your hat!



   

                   

Diamonds



   

                   

Diamonds



   

                   

Square cut...



   

                   

...or pear-shaped



   

                   

These rocks...



   

                   

...won 't lose their shape



   

                   

Diamonds...



   

                   

...are a girl's...



   

                   

...best...



   

                   

[MUSIC STOPS]



   

                   

[GASPS]



   

                   

No!



   

                   

Satine! Satine! Satine!



   

                   

I doubt the Duke will get

his money's worth tonight.



   

                   

Don't be unkind, Nini.



   

                   

[CROWD CALLS FOR SATINE]



   

                   

You've frightened her away.



   

                   

But I can see some Ionely

Moulin Rouge dancers...



   

                   

...Iooking for a partner or two!

So if you can Hunk Hunk...



   

                   

...you can Hunkadola with them!



   

                   

[MUSIC STARTS AGAIN]



   

                   

Out of my way!



   

                   

Oh, Marie.



   

                   

Oh, these silly costumes.



   

                   

Just a fainting spell.



   

                   

Back out front, girls.

Make those gents thirsty. Problems?



   

                   

- Nothing to worry about.

- Don't stand around, then.



   

                   

Come out of the garden, baby



   

                   

You'll catch your death in the fog

Young girls



   

                   

They call them the Diamond Dogs



   

                   

Find Zidler.

The girl's waiting for me.



   

                   

That twinkle-toes Duke

took the bait, girl.



   

                   

A patron like him, you could be

the next Sarah Bernhardt.



   

                   

Do you really think I could be like

the great Sarah?



   

                   

Why not? You got the talent.



   

                   

You hook that Duke and you'll be

lighting the great stages of Europe.



   

                   

I'll be a real actress, Marie.

A great actress.



   

                   

I'm gonna fly away from here.

I'm gonna fly, fly away.



   

                   

- Duckling, are you all right?

- Of course, Harold.



   

                   

Thank goodness!



   

                   

You certainly weaved your magic

with the Duke on the dance floor.



   

                   

How do I look?



   

                   

Smoldering temptress?



   

                   

My little strawberry...



   

                   

...how could he possibly resist

gobbling you up?



   

                   

Everything's going so well!



   

                   

[MUSIC PLAYS]



   

                   

I'll meet you in the red room



   

                   

TOULOUSE-LAUTREC: Unbelievable!

Straight to the elephant.



   

                   

SATINE: This is a wonderful place for

a poetry reading. Don't you think?



   

                   

Poetic enough for you?



   

                   

A little supper?

Maybe some champagne?



   

                   

I'd rather just...



   

                   

...get it over and done with.



   

                   

Very well.



   

                   

Then why don't you...



   

                   

...come down here?



   

                   

Let's get it over and done with.



   

                   

I prefer to do it standing.



   

                   

You don't have to stand.



   

                   

Sometimes it's... It's quite long,

and I'd like you to be comfortable.



   

                   

What I do is quite modern.

It may feel strange...



   

                   

...at first, but if you're open,

you might enjoy it.



   

                   

I'm sure I will.



   

                   

Excuse me.



   

                   

"The sky..."



   

                   

"The sky... the bluebirds..."



   

                   

Come on. Come on.



   

                   

I think...



   

                   

There might be some shaking.



   

                   

Is everything okay?



   

                   

I'm a little nervous.

Sometimes it takes a while for...



   

                   

...inspiration to come.



   

                   

Oh, yes, yes.



   

                   

Let Mummy help.



   

                   

Does that inspire you?



   

                   

Let's make love.



   

                   

You want to, don't you?



   

                   

Tell the truth.

Can't you feel the poetry?



   

                   

Come on! Feel it.



   

                   

Free the tiger!



   

                   

Big boy!



   

                   

He's got a huge talent!



   

                   

- I need your poetry now!

- All right!



   

                   

"It's a little bit funny...



   

                   

...this feeling inside.



   

                   

I'm not one of those who can

easily hide."



   

                   

Is this okay?

Is this what you want?



   

                   

Oh, poetry.



   

                   

This is what I want,

naughty words.



   

                   

Naughty!



   

                   

"I don't have much money,

but if I did, I'd buy...



   

                   

...a big house where we both

could live."



   

                   

Oh! It's so bad!



   

                   

- "If I were a sculptor, then again, no."

- You devil.



   

                   

"Or a man who makes potions

in a traveling show."



   

                   

Don't, don't, don't!



   

                   

Don't stop!



   

                   

- "I know it's not much."

- Give me more! Yes!



   

                   

- "It's the best I can do."

- Naughty! Don't stop! Yes!



   

                   

CHRISTIAN SINGS:

My gift is my song



   

                   

And this one's for you



   

                   

And you can tell everybody



   

                   

That this is your song



   

                   

It may be quite simple, but



   

                   

Now that it's done



   

                   

I hope you don 't mind

I hope you don 't mind



   

                   

That I put down in words



   

                   

How wonderful life is



   

                   

Now you're in the world



   

                   

I sat on the roof



   

                   

And I kicked off the moss



   

                   

Well, some of these verses



   

                   

They got me quite cross



   

                   

But the sun 's been kind



   

                   

While I wrote this song



   

                   

It's for people like you that



   

                   

Keep it turned on



   

                   

So excuse me forgetting



   

                   

But these things I do



   

                   

You see, I've forgotten



   

                   

If they're green or they're blue



   

                   

Anyway, the thing is



   

                   

What I really mean



   

                   

Yours are the sweetest eyes



   

                   

I've ever seen



   

                   

And you can tell everybody



   

                   

This is your song



   

                   

It may be quite simple, but



   

                   

Now that it's done



   

                   

I hope you don 't mind

I hope you don 't mind



   

                   

That I put down in words



   

                   

How wonderful life is



   

                   

Now you're in the world



   

                   

TOULOUSE-LAUTREC:

Looks like he got the job!



   

                   

I can't believe it.



   

                   

I'm in love.



   

                   

I'm in love with a young...



   

                   

...handsome, talented duke.



   

                   

Duke?



   

                   

Not that the title's important,

of course.



   

                   

I'm not a duke.



   

                   

Not a duke?



   

                   

I'm a writer.



   

                   

A writer?



   

                   

Yes, a writer.



   

                   

Toulouse...



   

                   

You're not one of Toulouse's talented,

Bohemian, impoverished protégés?



   

                   

- You might say that.

- Oh, no!



   

                   

I'm going to kill him!



   

                   

There might be a small hitch.



   

                   

- What about the Duke?

- My dear Duke...



   

                   

The Duke!



   

                   

Hide! Out back!



   

                   

My dear, are you decent for the Duke?



   

                   

Where were you?



   

                   

I... I was waiting.



   

                   

Dear Duke, allow me to introduce

Mademoiselle Satine!



   

                   

How wonderful of you

to take time out to visit.



   

                   

The pleasure, I fear,

will be entirely mine, my dear.



   

                   

I'll leave you two squirrels

to get better acquainted.



   

                   

A kiss on the hand may be

quite continental...



   

                   

But diamonds are

a girl's best friend.



   

                   

After tonight's pretty exertions

on the stage...



   

                   

...you must be in need of refreshment.



   

                   

Don't! Don't you...



   

                   

...just love the view?



   

                   

Charming.



   

                   

I feel like dancing.



   

                   

Umm. Umm.



   

                   

- I should like a glass of champagne.

- No!



   

                   

It's...



   

                   

- It's a little bit funny.

- What is?



   

                   

This... feeling...



   

                   

...inside.



   

                   

I'm not one of those who can easily...



   

                   

...hide.



   

                   

I don't have much money...



   

                   

...but if I did,

I'd buy a big house...



   

                   

...where we both could live.



   

                   

I hope you don 't mind



   

                   

I hope you don 't mind



   

                   

That I put down in words



   

                   

How wonderful...



   

                   

...life is



   

                   

Now you're in...



   

                   

...the world



   

                   

That's very beautiful.



   

                   

It's from Spectacular, Spectacular.

Suddenly, with you here...



   

                   

...I finally understood

the true meaning of the words.



   

                   

"How wonderful life is

now you're in the world."



   

                   

And what meaning is that, my dear?



   

                   

Duke!



   

                   

Don't you toy with my emotions.



   

                   

You must know the effect

you have on women.



   

                   

Let's make love!



   

                   

You want to make love, don't you?



   

                   

Make love?



   

                   

I knew you felt the same way!



   

                   

Oh, Duke!



   

                   

You're right. We should wait

until opening night.



   

                   

DUKE:

Wait? Wait?



   

                   

There's a power in you that scares me.



   

                   

- You should go.

- I just got here.



   

                   

We'll see each other every day

during rehearsal.



   

                   

We must wait. We must wait

until opening night.



   

                   

Get out.



   

                   

Do you have any idea what would have

happened if you were found?



   

                   

[GASPS]



   

                   

Satine?



   

                   

Let's have a little peekaboo.



   

                   

Right on target.



   

                   

I forgot my hat...



   

                   

Foul play?



   

                   

Oh, Duke.



   

                   

It's a little bit funny,

this feeling inside!



   

                   

Beautifully spoken.

Let me introduce you. The writer.



   

                   

- The writer?

- Yes.



   

                   

We were rehearsing.



   

                   

You expect me to believe

that scantily clad...



   

                   

...in the arms of another man, inside

an elephant, you were rehearsing?



   

                   

How's the rehearsal going?



   

                   

Shall we take it from the top?



   

                   

- I hope the piano's in tune.

ARGENTINEAN: Sorry, got held up.



   

                   

Can I offer you a drink?



   

                   

Oh, my goodness!



   

                   

When I spoke those words to you,

you so inspired me.



   

                   

I realized we had much work to do,

so I called an emergency rehearsal.



   

                   

Then where's Zidler?



   

                   

I didn't bother Harold.



   

                   

Dear Duke, I'm terribly sorry.



   

                   

Harold! The Duke knows all about

the emergency rehearsal.



   

                   

Emergency rehearsal?



   

                   

To incorporate the Duke's

artistic ideas.



   

                   

Audrey will be delighted...



   

                   

- Audrey left.

- What?



   

                   

Cat's out of the bag.



   

                   

The Duke's a big fan

of our new writer's work.



   

                   

That's why he's so keen to invest.



   

                   

Invest? Invest!



   

                   

Oh, yes. Invest!



   

                   

You can't blame me for hiding...



   

                   

...Christian away.



   

                   

I'm way ahead of you, Zidler.



   

                   

Duke, let's go to my office

and peruse the paperwork.



   

                   

What's the story?



   

                   

If I'm to invest,

I need to know the story.



   

                   

Well, the story's about...



   

                   

Toulouse?



   

                   

The story is... The story's about...

It's about...



   

                   

It's about love.



   

                   

Love?



   

                   

It's about love

overcoming all obstacles.



   

                   

And it's set in Switzerland!



   

                   

- Switzerland?

- Exotic Switzerland!



   

                   

India! India! It's set in India!



   

                   

And there's a courtesan.



   

                   

The most beautiful courtesan

in the world.



   

                   

But her kingdom's invaded

by an evil maharajah.



   

                   

To save her kingdom, she has to seduce

the evil maharajah...



   

                   

...but on the night of the seduction,

she mistakes...



   

                   

...a penniless... a penniless...



   

                   

...sitar player...



   

                   

...for the maharajah and falls in love

with him!



   

                   

He wasn't trying to trick her.

He was dressed as a maharajah...



   

                   

...because he's appearing in a play.



   

                   

I will play the penniless tango-dancing

sitar player.



   

                   

He will sing like an angel...



   

                   

...but dance like the devil.



   

                   

Yes, all right.

And what happens next?



   

                   

The sitar player and the courtesan

must hide their love.



   

                   

The sitar player's sitar is magical.

It only speaks the truth.



   

                   

And I will play the magical sitar!



   

                   

You are beautiful.



   

                   

You are ugly. And you...



   

                   

And he gives the game away, eh?



   

                   

- Tell him about the cancan!

- The Tantric cancan...



   

                   

- is an erotic, spectacular scene that

captures the thrusting, vibrant...



   

                   

...wild, Bohemian spirit...



   

                   

...that the whole production embodies,

Duke!



   

                   

- What does that mean?

- The show will be a magnificent...



   

                   

...opulent, tremendous, stupendous...



   

                   

...gargantuan bedazzlement!



   

                   

A sensual ravishment.



   

                   

It will be...



   

                   

Spectacular, spectacular



   

                   

No words in the vernacular



   

                   

Can describe this great event



   

                   

You'll be dumb with wonderment



   

                   

Returns are fixed at ten percent



   

                   

You must agree that's excellent



   

                   

And on top of your fee



   

                   

You'll be involved artistically



   

                   

So exciting

The audience will stomp and cheer



   

                   

So delighting

It will run for    years



   

                   

So exciting

The audience will stomp and cheer



   

                   

So delighting

It will run for    years



   

                   

- Elephants

- Bohemians



   

                   

- Indians

- And courtesans



   

                   

- Acrobats

- And juggling bears



   

                   

- Exotic girls

- Fire-eaters



   

                   

Musclemen

Contortionists



   

                   

Intrigue, danger

And romance



   

                   

Electric lights, machinery

And all that electricity!



   

                   

So exciting

The audience will stomp and cheer



   

                   

So delighting

It will run for    years



   

                   

So exciting

The audience will stomp and cheer



   

                   

So delighting

It will run for    years!



   

                   

Spectacular, spectacular

No words in the vernacular



   

                   

Can describe this great event

You'll be dumb with wonderment



   

                   

The hills are alive



   

                   

With the sound of music



   

                   

So exciting

The audience will stomp and cheer



   

                   

So delighting

It will run for    years



   

                   

So exciting

The audience will stomp and cheer



   

                   

So delighting

It will run for    years!



   

                   

But what happens in the end?



   

                   

[CLEARS HIS THROAT]



   

                   

The courtesan and sitar man



   

                   

Are pulled apart by an evil plan



   

                   

But in the end, she hears his song



   

                   

And their love is just too strong



   

                   

It's a little bit funny



   

                   

This feeling inside



   

                   

So exciting

The audience will stomp and cheer



   

                   

So delighting

It will run for    years



   

                   

The sitar player's secret song

Helps them flee the evil one



   

                   

Though the tyrant rants and rails

It is all to no avail



   

                   

I am the evil maharajah!



   

                   

You will not escape!



   

                   

- No one could play him like you.

ZIDLER: No one will.



   

                   

So exciting, we'll make them laugh

We'll make them cry! So delighting...



   

                   

And in the end,

should someone die?



   

                   

So exciting

The audience will stomp and cheer



   

                   

So delighting

It will run for    years!



   

                   

Generally, I like it.



   

                   

CHRISTIAN:

Zidler had an investor...



   

                   

...and the Bohemians had a show.

- It's the end of the century!



   

                   

The Bohemian revolution is here!



   

                   

You are a beautiful woman.



   

                   

I love sex.



   

                   

CHRISTIAN:

While the party raged upstairs...



   

                   

...I tried to write.



   

                   

But all I could think about

was her.



   

                   

How wonderful life is



   

                   

Was she thinking about me?



   

                   

Now you're in...



   

                   

...the world



   

                   

Duke? I'm not a duke.



   

                   

I'm a writer.



   

                   

He wasn 't trying to trick her...

It's about love.



   

                   

It's about love...



   

                   

...overcoming all obstacles.



   

                   

I...



   

                   

...follow...



   

                   

...the night



   

                   

Can 't stand...



   

                   

...the light



   

                   

When will I begin...



   

                   

...to live again?



   

                   

One day I'll fly away



   

                   

Leave all this to yesterday



   

                   

What more could your love do for me?



   

                   

When will love be...



   

                   

...through with me?



   

                   

Why live life...



   

                   

...from dream to dream?



   

                   

And dread the day...



   

                   

...when dreaming...



   

                   

...ends



   

                   

How wonderful life is



   

                   

Now you're in...



   

                   

...the world



   

                   

One day I'll fly away



   

                   

Leave all this to yesterday



   

                   

Why live life...



   

                   

...from dream to dream?



   

                   

And dread the day...



   

                   

...when dreaming...



   

                   

...ends



   

                   

One day I'll fly away



   

                   

Fly...



   

                   

...fly...



   

                   

...away



   

                   

Sorry. I didn't mean...



   

                   

I saw your light on

and I climbed up the...



   

                   

I wanted to thank you

for helping me get the job.



   

                   

Of course.



   

                   

Yes, Toulouse was right.



   

                   

You're...



   

                   

...very talented.



   

                   

It will be a wonderful show.



   

                   

Anyway, I'd better go.



   

                   

We both have a big day tomorrow.



   

                   

Wait.



   

                   

Please wait.



   

                   

Before, when we were... when we were...



   

                   

...when you thought I was the Duke...



   

                   

...you said you loved me,

and I wondered...



   

                   

If it was just an act?



   

                   

- Yes.

- Of course.



   

                   

It felt real.



   

                   

Christian...



   

                   

...I'm a courtesan.



   

                   

I'm paid to make men believe

what they want to believe.



   

                   

Silly of me, to think you could

fall in love with someone like me.



   

                   

- I can't fall in love with anyone.

- Can't fall in love?



   

                   

- A life without love? That's terrible!

- Being on the street is terrible.



   

                   

Love is like oxygen.



   

                   

Love is a many-splendored thing.

Love...



   

                   

...lifts us up where we belong.



   

                   

Don't start that again.



   

                   

- All you need is love

- A girl has to eat



   

                   

- All you need is love

- Or she'll end up on the streets



   

                   

All you need is love



   

                   

Love is just a game



   

                   

I was made for loving you, baby

You were made for loving me



   

                   

The only way of loving me, baby



   

                   

Is to pay a lovely fee



   

                   

Just one night

Give me just one night



   

                   

There's no way

'Cause you can 't pay



   

                   

In the name of love



   

                   

One night in the name of love



   

                   

You crazy fool



   

                   

I won 't give in to you



   

                   

Don 't leave me this way



   

                   

I can 't survive

Without your sweet love



   

                   

Oh, baby



   

                   

Don 't leave me this way



   

                   

You'd think that people

Would have had enough



   

                   

Of silly love songs



   

                   

I look around me and I see

It isn 't so



   

                   

Oh, no



   

                   

Some people want to fill the world

With silly love songs



   

                   

Well, what's wrong with that?



   

                   

I'd like to know



   

                   

'Cause here I go again



   

                   

Love lifts us up where we belong



   

                   

Get down! Get down!



   

                   

Where eagles fly



   

                   

On a mountain high



   

                   

Love makes us act like we are fools



   

                   

Throw our lives away



   

                   

For one happy day



   

                   

We could be heroes



   

                   

Just for one day



   

                   

You, you will be mean



   

                   

No, I won't.



   

                   

And I...



   

                   

...I'll drink all the time



   

                   

We should be lovers



   

                   

We can 't do that



   

                   

We should be lovers



   

                   

And that's a fact



   

                   

Though nothing...



   

                   

...will keep us together



   

                   

We could steal time



   

                   

Just for one day



   

                   

We could be heroes



   

                   

For ever and ever



   

                   

We could be heroes



   

                   

For ever and ever



   

                   

We can be heroes



   

                   

Just because I



   

                   

Will always love you



   

                   

I can 't help loving...



   

                   

...you



   

                   

How wonderful life is



   

                   

Now you're in...



   

                   

...the world



   

                   

You're going to be bad for business,

I can tell.



   

                   

How wonderful life is



   

                   

Now you're in...



   

                   

...the world



   

                   

CHRISTIAN: How wonderful life was,

now Satine was in the world.



   

                   

But in the Duke...



   

                   

...Zidler had gotten much more

than he had bargained for.



   

                   

Converting the Moulin Rouge into a

theater will cost a fantastic sum.



   

                   

So, in return, I would require

a contract that...



   

                   

...binds Satine to me...



   

                   

...exclusively.



   

                   

Naturally, I'll require some security:

The deeds to the Moulin Rouge.



   

                   

My dear Duke...



   

                   

Please! Don't think that

I'm naive, Zidler.



   

                   

I shall hold the deeds. And if there

are any shenanigans...



   

                   

...my manservant, Warner...



   

                   

...will deal with it in the only way...



   

                   

...you underworld show folk understand.



   

                   

Satine will be mine.



   

                   

It's not that I'm a jealous man.



   

                   

I just don't like other people

touching my things!



   

                   

I...



   

                   

...understand... completely... Duke.



   

                   

Good.



   

                   

Now that we have an understanding,

it appears that...



   

                   

...you have the means to transform

your beloved Moulin Rouge...



   

                   

- into a theater!



   

                   

I shall woo Satine over supper tonight.



   

                   

ZIDLER: We will have created

the world's first...



   

                   

...completely modern...



   

                   

...entirely electric,

totally Bohemian...



   

                   

...all-singing, all-dancing

stage spectacular!



   

                   

The show must go on!



   

                   

CHRISTIAN:

Yes, the show would go on.



   

                   

But Satine would not attend supper

that night or the following night.



   

                   

Mad with jealousy,

the evil maharajah...



   

                   

...forces the courtesan to tell the

sitar player she doesn't love him.



   

                   

"Thank you for curing me of

my ridiculous obsession with love"...



   

                   

...says the sitar player, throwing money

at her and leaving the kingdom!



   

                   

TOULOUSE-LAUTREC:

Brilliant! Brilliant!



   

                   

A life without love?

That's terrible!



   

                   

Yes. But the sitar player...



   

                   

Wait! That's my part.



   

                   

That's my part, Christian!



   

                   

Don't you dare!



   

                   

The magic sitar, who can only

speak the truth, says:



   

                   

CHRISTIAN: "The greatest thing

you'll ever learn...



   

                   

...is just to love

and be loved in return."



   

                   

A picnic, sweet lady?



   

                   

Oh, but we have so much work to do.



   

                   

If the writer can carry a basket,

you can both do it in my presence.



   

                   

- So he falls from the roof...

- Yes, I know, I know. Don't tell me.



   

                   

"The greatest thing you'll ever..."



   

                   

Still at it, my sweet?



   

                   

"...master... make...



   

                   

...contract..."



   

                   

I've so many lines. I've been

drilling them over and over.



   

                   

For try as the Duke may,

it was almost too easy...



   

                   

...for the writer and actress

to invent reasons to avoid him.



   

                   

Mademoiselle Satine,

I haven't finished the new scene.



   

                   

The "Will the lovers be meeting at the

sitar player's humble abode?" scene.



   

                   

May I work on it with you

later tonight?



   

                   

But, my dear, I arranged a magnificent

supper for us in the tower.



   

                   

We can work on it tomorrow.



   

                   

How dare you! It cannot wait

until tomorrow.



   

                   

"The lovers will meet at the sitar

player's humble abode" scene is crucial.



   

                   

We'll work tonight

until I'm completely satisfied.



   

                   

Dear Duke, excuse me.



   

                   

I'm sorry.



   

                   

ZIDLER:

Nice work, family!



   

                   

Bright and early tomorrow morning,

we begin on Act Two:



   

                   

The lovers are discovered.



   

                   

Zidler.



   

                   

My dear Duke, everything is arranged

for that supper in the tower tonight.



   

                   

You can eat it yourself!

Her affections are waning!



   

                   

Impossible.



   

                   

I know her work's important, but

she's always at it with that writer!



   

                   

If I don't see her tonight,

I'm leaving!



   

                   

No, Duke! I'll insist

Satine take the night off.



   

                   

All right.



   

                   

Eight o'clock, then.



   

                   

You'll come tonight?



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

- What time?

- Eight o'clock.



   

                   

- Promise?

- Yes.



   

                   

Go.



   

                   

Are you mad?



   

                   

The Duke holds the deeds

to the Moulin Rouge.



   

                   

He's spending a fortune on you.



   

                   

Given you a beautiful new dressing room.

He wants to make you a star.



   

                   

And you're dallying with the writer.



   

                   

- Harold, don't be rid...

- I saw you together!



   

                   

It's nothing.



   

                   

It's just an infatuation.

It's nothing.



   

                   

The infatuation will end.



   

                   

Go to the boy.



   

                   

Tell him it's over.



   

                   

The Duke is expecting you at  .



   

                   

SATINE SINGS:

If I should die



   

                   

This very moment



   

                   

I wouldn 't fear



   

                   

For I've never known completeness



   

                   

Like being here



   

                   

Wrapped in the warmth of you



   

                   

Loving every breath of you



   

                   

Why live life...



   

                   

...from dream...



   

                   

...to dream?



   

                   

And dread the day...



   

                   

[GASPS]



   

                   

CHRISTIAN:

How could I know...



   

                   

...in those last fatal days...



   

                   

...that a force darker

than jealousy...



   

                   

...and stronger than love...



   

                   

...had begun to take hold...



   

                   

...of Satine?



   

                   

Where is she?



   

                   

- Will she be up by tonight?

- Tomorrow at the earliest.



   

                   

The Duke's leaving!



   

                   

She's confessing!



   

                   

Confessing? Do you take me for

an imbecile, Zidler?



   

                   

She suddenly had a terrible desire...



   

                   

...to go to a priest and...



   

                   

...confess her sins.



   

                   

She wanted to be cleansed

of her former life.



   

                   

She looks upon tonight

as her wedding night.



   

                   

Wedding night?



   

                   

She's like a blushing bride.



   

                   

She says you make her feel like a...



   

                   

...virgin.



   

                   

Virgin?



   

                   

You know. Touched...



   

                   

...for the very first time.



   

                   

She says it feels so good inside...



   

                   

...when you hold her...



   

                   

...and you touch her.



   

                   

Like a virgin.



   

                   

She's made it through the wilderness

somehow. She's made it through.



   

                   

She didn 't know how lost she was



   

                   

Until she found you



   

                   

She was beat

Incomplete



   

                   

She'd been had

She was sad and blue



   

                   

But you made her feel



   

                   

Yes, you made her feel



   

                   

Shiny and new



   

                   

[MUSIC STARTS]



   

                   

Like a virgin



   

                   

Touched for the very first time



   

                   

Like a virgin



   

                   

When your hearts beat

Both in time



   

                   

Gonna give you all her love



   

                   

Her fear is fading fast





 

                   

Been saving it all for you

Only love can last



 

                   

She's so fine

And she's thine



 

                   

She'll be yours

Till the end of time



 

                   

'Cause you made her feel



 

                   

Yes, you made her feel

She has nothing to hide



 

                   

Like a virgin



 

                   

Touched for the very first time



 

                   

Like a virgin



 

                   

When your hearts beat

Both in time



  

                   

Like a virgin



  

                   

Feels so good inside



  

                   

When you hold her and you touch her



  

                   

She's so fine

And she's mine



  

                   

Makes me strong



  

                   

Yes, she makes me bold

Now her love thawed out



  

                   

Yes, her love thawed out



  

                   

What was scared and cold



  

                   

Like a virgin



  

                   

Touched for the very first time



  

                   

Like a virgin



  

                   

When your hearts beat

Both in time



  

                   

Like a virgin



  

                   

Feels so good inside



  

                   

When you hold her

And you touch her



  

                   

When you hold her

And you touch her



  

                   

[MUSIC STOPS]



  

                   

Like a virgin



  

                   

CHRISTIAN: Harold Zidler's brilliant

lies had once again averted disaster.



  

                   

But no lie, however brilliant,

could save Satine.



  

                   

PHYSICIAN:

Monsieur Zidler...



  

                   

...Mademoiselle Satine is dying.

She has consumption.



  

                   

My little sparrow is dying?



  

                   

ZIDLER:

She mustn 't know, Marie.



  

                   

The show must go on.



  

                   

CHRISTIAN: All night, the penniless

sitar player had waited.



  

                   

And now, for the first time...



  

                   

...he felt the cold stab of jealousy.



  

                   

Where were you last night?



  

                   

I told you...



  

                   

...I was sick.



  

                   

You don't have to lie to me.



  

                   

We have to end it.



  

                   

Everyone knows.



  

                   

Harold knows.



  

                   

Sooner or later,

the Duke will find out too.



  

                   

On opening night,

I have to sleep with the Duke.



  

                   

And the jealousy will drive you mad.



  

                   

- Christian...

- Then I'll write a song.



  

                   

We'll put it in the show

and whatever happens...



  

                   

...when you hear it or sing it

or hum it...



  

                   

...it'll mean we love each other.

I won't get jealous.



  

                   

Things don't work that way, Christian.



  

                   

We have to end it.



  

                   

Never knew...



  

                   

...I could feel like this



  

                   

Like I've never seen the sky...



  

                   

...before



  

                   

Want to vanish...



  

                   

...inside your kiss



  

                   

CHRISTIAN: This new scene is where

the sitar player...



  

                   

...writes a secret song for

the courtesan, so whatever happens...



  

                   

...however bad things are,

they remember their love.



  

                   

We could take it from your line, Satine.

Let's take it from there.



  

                   

We must be careful.



  

                   

Fear not. We will conduct our love

affair under the maharajah's...



  

                   

Seasons may change



  

                   

Winter to spring



  

                   

Honestly, amigo, this is impossible!



  

                   

But I love you



  

                   

Until the end...



  

                   

...of time



  

                   

Come what may



  

                   

Come what may



  

                   

I will love you



  

                   

Until my dying day



  

                   

Suddenly, the world



  

                   

Seems such a perfect place



  

                   

My dear, a little frog!



  

                   

Suddenly it moves



  

                   

With such a perfect grace



  

                   

Suddenly my life doesn 't...



  

                   

...seem such a waste



  

                   

It all revolves around you



  

                   

And there's no mountain



  

                   

Too high



  

                   

No river too wide



  

                   

Sing out this song

And I'll be...



  

                   

...there by your side



  

                   

Storm clouds may gather



  

                   

And stars may collide



  

                   

But I love you



  

                   

I love you



  

                   

Until the end...



  

                   

...of time



  

                   

Come what may



  

                   

Come what may



  

                   

I will love you



  

                   

[GASPS]



  

                   

The magical sitar falls from the roof

and says:



   

                   

"The greatest thing you'll

ever learn...



   

                   

...is just to love and be loved

in return."



   

                   

This ending is silly.



   

                   

Why would the courtesan

go for the penniless writer?



   

                   

Whoops. I mean, sitar player.



   

                   

TOULOUSE-LAUTREC:

Come what may



   

                   

ARGENTINEAN:

I will love you



   

                   

ALL:

Come what may



   

                   

Yes, I will love you



   

                   

Come what may



   

                   

I will love you



   

                   

Till my dying day



   

                   

I don't like this ending.



   

                   

Don't like the ending?



   

                   

Why would the courtesan choose...



   

                   

...a penniless sitar player

over the maharajah...



   

                   

...who is offering a lifetime of

security? That's real love.



   

                   

Once the sitar player

has satisfied his lust...



   

                   

...he will leave her with nothing.



   

                   

I suggest that in the end,

the courtesan choose the maharajah.



   

                   

But, but... Sorry.



   

                   

That ending does not uphold

the Bohemian ideals of...



   

                   

...truth, beauty, freedom...



   

                   

I don't care about

your ridiculous dogma!



   

                   

Why shouldn't the courtesan

choose the maharajah?



   

                   

Because she doesn't love you!



   

                   

Him.



   

                   

Him. She doesn't love...



   

                   

...she doesn't love him.



   

                   

Now I see.



   

                   

Monsieur Zidler.



   

                   

This ending will be rewritten...



   

                   

...with the courtesan choosing

the maharajah...



   

                   

...and without the lovers' secret song.



   

                   

It will be rehearsed in the morning,

ready for the opening tomorrow night.



   

                   

My dear Duke,

that will be quite impossible.



   

                   

Harold.



   

                   

The poor Duke is

being treated appallingly.



   

                   

These silly writers let their

imaginations run away with them.



   

                   

Why don't you and I...



   

                   

...have a little supper?



   

                   

Then afterwards...



   

                   

...we can let Monsieur Zidler know

how we would prefer the story to end.



   

                   

Thank you, Elizabeth.



   

                   

I don't want you to sleep with him.



   

                   

He could destroy everything.



   

                   

It's for us.



   

                   

You promised.



   

                   

You promised me

you wouldn't be jealous.



   

                   

It will be all right.



   

                   

Yes, it will.



   

                   

He's waiting.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Come...



   

                   

...what may



   

                   

Come what may.



   

                   

CHRISTIAN: She had gone to the tower

to save us all.



   

                   

And for our part...



   

                   

...we could do nothing but wait.



   

                   

My dear Duke. I hope I have not

kept you waiting.



   

                   

Don't worry, Shakespeare.

You'll get your ending.



   

                   

Once the Duke gets his...



   

                   

...end in.



   

                   

ARGENTINEAN:

Nini. No, no.



   

                   

Keep your hands off me!



   

                   

Never fall in love with a woman

who sells herself.



   

                   

It always ends bad!



   

                   

The boy has a ridiculous obsession

with me.



   

                   

I indulge his fantasy

because he's talented.



   

                   

We need him... but only

until tomorrow night.



   

                   

ARGENTINEAN:

We have a dance...



   

                   

...in the brothels of Buenos Aires.



   

                   

It tells the story...



   

                   

[TANGO MUSIC PLAYS]



   

                   

...of a prostitute...



   

                   

...and a man...



   

                   

...who falls in love...



   

                   

...with her.



   

                   

First...



   

                   

...there is desire!



   

                   

Then... passion!



   

                   

Then suspicion!



   

                   

Jealousy! Anger! Betrayal!



   

                   

When love is for the highest bidder,

there is no trust.



   

                   

Without trust, there is no love!



   

                   

Jealousy...



   

                   

- yes, jealousy...



   

                   

- will drive you mad!



   

                   

Roxanne



   

                   

You don 't have to

Put on that red light



   

                   

Walk the streets for money



   

                   

You don 't care if it's wrong

Or if it's right



   

                   

Roxanne



   

                   

You don 't have to

Wear that dress tonight



   

                   

Roxanne



   

                   

You don 't have to

Sell your body to the night



   

                   

His eyes upon your face



   

                   

His hand upon your hand



   

                   

His lips caress your skin



   

                   

It's more than I can stand



   

                   

Roxanne



   

                   

Why does my heart cry?



   

                   

Roxanne



   

                   

Feelings...



   

                   

...I can 't fight



   

                   

You're free to leave me



   

                   

But just don 't deceive me



   

                   

And please believe me



   

                   

When I say



   

                   

I love you



   

                   

When this production succeeds...



   

                   

...you will no longer be

a cancan dancer...



   

                   

...but an actress.



   

                   

I will make you...



   

                   

...a star.



   

                   

Accept it...



   

                   

...as a gift from this maharajah

to his courtesan.



   

                   

And...



   

                   

And the ending?



   

                   

Let Zidler keep his fairy-tale ending.



   

                   

Roxanne



   

                   

Why does my...



   

                   

...heart cry?



   

                   

Feelings...



   

                   

...I can 't fight



   

                   

You're free to leave me



   

                   

But just don 't deceive me



   

                   

And please believe me



   

                   

When I say



   

                   

I love you



   

                   

[MUSIC ENDS]



   

                   

Come what...



   

                   

...may



   

                   

I will love you



   

                   

Till my dying...



   

                   

...day



   

                   

No.



   

                   

No?



   

                   

I see.



   

                   

It's our very own

penniless sitar player.



   

                   

- My dear Duke...

- Silence!



   

                   

You made me...



   

                   

...believe that you loved me!



   

                   

[MUSIC CONTINUES]



   

                   

Why does my...



   

                   

...heart cry?



   

                   

Feelings...



   

                   

...I can 't fight



   

                   

[MUSIC ENDS]



   

                   

I couldn't.

I couldn't go through with it.



   

                   

I saw you there, and I felt

differently and I couldn't pretend.



   

                   

And the Duke, he saw!



   

                   

He saw and he...



   

                   

Christian, I love you.



   

                   

It's okay.



   

                   

I couldn't do it. I didn't want to

pretend anymore.



   

                   

I didn't want to lie. I don't.



   

                   

And he knows. He knows and he...



   

                   

You don't have to pretend anymore.

We'll leave.



   

                   

We'll leave tonight.



   

                   

Leave?



   

                   

But the show...



   

                   

I don't care.



   

                   

I don't care about the show.



   

                   

We have each other.

That's all that matters.



   

                   

Yes.



   

                   

As long as we have each other.



   

                   

We have each other.



   

                   

Chocolat, take Satine to

her dressing room to pack.



   

                   

- No one must see you.

- I understand.



   

                   

Darling, you go and pack.

I'll be waiting.



   

                   

It's the boy.



   

                   

He has bewitched her with words.



   

                   

I want her back, Zidler. Find her.



   

                   

Tell her...



   

                   

...that the show will end my way...



   

                   

...and she will come to me

when the curtain falls...



   

                   

...or I'll have the boy killed.



   

                   

Killed?



   

                   

Killed.



   

                   

Forgive the intrusion, cherub.



   

                   

You're wasting your time.



   

                   

You don't understand.



   

                   

The Duke is going to kill Christian.



   

                   

He is insanely jealous.



   

                   

Do his ending and sleep with him

tomorrow night...



   

                   

...or the Duke will

have Christian killed.



   

                   

He can't scare us.



   

                   

He's a powerful man.

You know he can do it.



   

                   

ZIDLER: What are you doing?

SATINE: I don't need you anymore!



   

                   

You always made me believe I was only

worth what someone would pay for me!



   

                   

But Christian loves me.



   

                   

He loves me.



   

                   

He loves me.



   

                   

And that is worth everything.



   

                   

We're going away from you, away from

the Duke, away from the Moulin Rouge!



   

                   

Goodbye, Harold.



   

                   

You're dying, Satine.



   

                   

You're dying.



   

                   

Another trick?



   

                   

No, my love.

The doctor told us.



   

                   

Marie?



   

                   

I'm dying.



   

                   

I was a fool...



   

                   

...to...



   

                   

...believe



   

                   

A fool...



   

                   

...to believe



   

                   

It all...



   

                   

...ends today



   

                   

Yes, it all...



   

                   

...ends...



   

                   

...today



   

                   

ZIDLER:

Send Christian away.



   

                   

Only you can save him.



   

                   

He'll fight for me.



   

                   

Unless he believes you don't love him.



   

                   

What?



   

                   

You're a great actress, Satine.

Make him believe you don't love him.



   

                   

No.



   

                   

Use your talent to save him.



   

                   

Hurt him.



   

                   

Hurt him to save him.



   

                   

There is no other way.



   

                   

The show must go on, Satine.



   

                   

We're creatures of the underworld.



   

                   

We can't afford to love.



   

                   

Today's...



   

                   

...the day...



   

                   

...when dreaming...



   

                   

...ends



   

                   

Another hero...



   

                   

...another mindless crime



   

                   

Behind the curtain...



   

                   

...in the pantomime



   

                   

ZIDLER SINGS:

On and on



   

                   

Does anybody know

What we are living for?



   

                   

Whatever happens



   

                   

We leave it all to chance



   

                   

Another heartache



   

                   

Another failed romance



   

                   

On and on



   

                   

Does anybody know



   

                   

What we are living for?



   

                   

The show must go on



   

                   

The show must go on



   

                   

Outside, the dawn is breaking

On the stage



   

                   

That holds our final destiny



   

                   

The show must go on



   

                   

The show must go on



   

                   

Inside, my heart is breaking



   

                   

My makeup may be flaking



   

                   

But my smile...



   

                   

...still stays on



   

                   

The show must go on



   

                   

The show must go on



   

                   

I'll top the bill

I'll earn the kill



   

                   

I have to find the will to carry



   

                   

On with the

On with the



   

                   

On with the show



   

                   

ZIDLER:

On with the show!



   

                   

On with the show!



   

                   

The show...



   

                   

...must go...



   

                   

...on



   

                   

What's wrong?



   

                   

I'm staying with the Duke.



   

                   

After I left, the Duke came to see me

and he offered me everything.



   

                   

Everything I've ever dreamed of.



   

                   

He has one condition.



   

                   

I must never see you again.



   

                   

I'm sorry.



   

                   

What are you talking about?



   

                   

- You knew who I was.

- What about last night?



   

                   

The difference between you and I is

that you can leave any time you choose.



   

                   

But this is my home.



   

                   

The Moulin Rouge is my home.



   

                   

There must be something else.

This can't be real.



   

                   

Something's wrong. Tell me what it is.

Tell me the truth.



   

                   

Tell me the truth!



   

                   

The truth?



   

                   

The truth is...



   

                   

...I am the Hindi courtesan.



   

                   

And I choose the maharajah.



   

                   

That's how the story really ends.



   

                   

[THUNDER]



   

                   

Jealousy has driven him mad!



   

                   

CHRISTIAN:

Satine!



   

                   

Satine!



   

                   

Satine!



   

                   

Things aren't always as they seem.



   

                   

Things are exactly as they seem.



   

                   

Christian, you may see me only as

a drunken, vice-ridden gnome...



   

                   

...whose friends are just pimps

and prostitutes.



   

                   

But I know about art and love...



   

                   

...if only because I long for it

with every fiber of my being.



   

                   

She loves you. I know it.

I know she loves you.



   

                   

Go away, Toulouse. Leave me alone.



   

                   

Go away.



   

                   

Go away!



   

                   

CHRISTIAN: I wanted to shut out

what Toulouse had said...



   

                   

...but he had filled me with doubt.



   

                   

There was only one way to be sure.



   

                   

I had to know.



   

                   

So I returned to the Moulin Rouge...



   

                   

...one last time.



   

                   

She is mine!



   

                   

[MUSIC PLAYS]



   

                   

[APPLAUSE]



   

                   

TOULOUSE-LAUTREC SINGS:

I only speak the truth



   

                   

I only speak the truth



   

                   

[SINGS IN HINDl]



   

                   

[CHEERING]



   

                   

[SATINE SINGS]



   

                   

[GASPS]



   

                   

Kiss



   

                   

Hand



   

                   

Diamonds



   

                   

Best friend



   

                   

Kiss



   

                   

Grand



   

                   

Diamonds



   

                   

Best friend



   

                   

Men



   

                   

Cold



   

                   

Girls



   

                   

Old



   

                   

And we all lose our charms



   

                   

In the end



   

                   

Diamonds are a



   

                   

Diamonds are a



   

                   

Diamonds are a



   

                   

CHORUS SINGS:

Diamonds are a



   

                   

Diamonds are a



   

                   

Diamonds are a



   

                   

Diamonds are a...



   

                   

...girl's...



   

                   

...best...



   

                   

...friend



   

                   

She is mine.



   

                   

She is mine.



   

                   

[APPLAUSE AS MUSIC ENDS]



   

                   

I know she still loves him.

There must be a reason.



   

                   

How about one of them

is a duke and...?



   

                   

Then you agree something is wrong.

But what? What?



   

                   

I raise high

my ceremonial wedding sword...



   

                   

...and welcome my loyal subjects

to join with us...



   

                   

...in celebration...



   

                   

What a magnificent performance.



   

                   

A little bit more for me, lovey.

That's a girl.



   

                   

The boy is here.



   

                   

ZIDLER: I told Satine if he came

near her, he'd be killed!



   

                   

He very soon will be.



   

                   

He will be killed.



   

                   

That's why she's pushing him away.

To save him.



   

                   

That's it.



   

                   

Christian! Ah!



   

                   

Ah!



   

                   

Oh, God, this is high up.



   

                   

I've come to pay my bill.



   

                   

You shouldn't be here, Christian.



   

                   

Just leave.



   

                   

Killed. Killed.



   

                   

I must warn him!



   

                   

You made me believe you loved me.

I should pay you.



   

                   

- Please.

MARIE: She has to go on-stage!



   

                   

ZIDLER: Jealousy has driven the sitar

player into hiding.



   

                   

You did your job very well.



   

                   

STAGE MANAGER:

Persian army, go!



   

                   

The boy's taken Satine.



   

                   

I should pay you

like everyone else does!



   

                   

Don't, Christian. There's no point.



   

                   

Just leave.



   

                   

[MUSIC STARTS]



   

                   

They're going to kill the poor boy!



   

                   

I have found them.



   

                   

Stop him.



   

                   

[SCREAMS]



   

                   

If you don't love me and it wasn't real,

why can't I pay you?



   

                   

ZIDLER: Let the palace doors open!

- Christian!



   

                   

Christian!



   

                   

Open the doors!



   

                   

Let me pay! Let me pay!



   

                   

Open the doors.



   

                   

Tell me you don't love me!



   

                   

Open the doors!



   

                   

Christian!



   

                   

Tell me you don't love me!



   

                   

[LOUD BANG]



   

                   

[MUSIC STOPS SUDDENLY]



   

                   

Ha, ha, ha!



   

                   

I am not fooled!



   

                   

Though he has shaved off his beard

and adopts a disguise...



   

                   

...my eyes do not lie!



   

                   

For it is he!



   

                   

The same penniless sitar player!



   

                   

[AUDIENCE REACTS]



   

                   

Driven mad by jealousy!



   

                   

[AUDIENCE REACTS]



   

                   

Oh, God, no.



   

                   

[WOMAN IN AUDIENCE GASPS]



   

                   

She is yours now.



   

                   

I've paid my whore!



   

                   

I owe you nothing.



   

                   

And you are nothing to me.



   

                   

Thank you for curing me of

my ridiculous obsession with love.



   

                   

I can't remember my line.



   

                   

This sitar player...



   

                   

...doesn't love you.



   

                   

See? He flees the kingdom!



   

                   

Pumpkin, it's for the best.



   

                   

You know it is.

The show must go on.



   

                   

And now, my bride...



   

                   

...it is time for you to raise

your voice to the heavens...



   

                   

...and say your wedding vows.



   

                   

I've got it!



   

                   

Christian!



   

                   

[TOULOUSE SCREAMS]



   

                   

The greatest thing you'll

ever learn...



   

                   

...is just to love...



   

                   

...and be loved...



   

                   

...in return!



   

                   

Never knew...



   

                   

...I could...



   

                   

...feel...



   

                   

...like this



   

                   

[MUSIC STARTS]



   

                   

It's like I've never seen



   

                   

The sky before



   

                   

Want to vanish...



   

                   

...inside...



   

                   

...your kiss



   

                   

Every day I'm loving you



   

                   

More and more



   

                   

Listen to my heart



   

                   

Can you hear it sing?



   

                   

Come back to me



   

                   

And forgive...



   

                   

...everything



   

                   

Seasons may change



   

                   

Winter to spring



   

                   

I love you.



   

                   

Till the end...



   

                   

...of...



   

                   

...time



   

                   

Come what may



   

                   

Come what may



   

                   

Come what may



   

                   

Come what may



   

                   

I will love you



   

                   

I will love you



   

                   

Until my dying...



   

                   

...day



   

                   

Come what may



   

                   

Come what may



   

                   

I will love you



   

                   

Until my dying...



   

                   

Christian, he's got a gun!



   

                   

[SCREAMS]



   

                   

They're trying to kill you!



   

                   

Shut up!



   

                   

He has a gun!



   

                   

Guards, seize them!



   

                   

Vive la vie de bohème!



   

                   

No problem. Go back to work!



   

                   

No matter what you say



   

                   

The show is ending our way



   

                   

Come on and stand your ground



   

                   

For freedom



   

                   

Beauty



   

                   

Truth and love



   

                   

One day I'll fly away



   

                   

CHRISTIAN SINGS:

My gift is my song



   

                   

I will love you



   

                   

Yes, I will love you



   

                   

I will love you



   

                   

My way!



   

                   

My way!



   

                   

My way! My way!



   

                   

[APPLAUSE]



   

                   

Stand by for curtain call.



   

                   

Dancers, positions, please.



   

                   

Satine!



   

                   

[GASPS]



   

                   

[SATINE COUGHS]



   

                   

Satine? What's the matter?



   

                   

What is it?

Tell me. What's the matter?



   

                   

Tell me. Satine?

What's the matter?



   

                   

Oh, my God.



   

                   

Somebody get some help!



   

                   

Hold the curtain. Fetch the doctor.



   

                   

I'm sorry, Christian.



   

                   

I'm dying.



   

                   

- It's all right.

- I'm so sorry.



   

                   

No, you'll be all right.

I know you'll be all right.



   

                   

I'm cold. I'm cold.



   

                   

Hold me.



   

                   

I love you.



   

                   

You've got to go on, Christian.



   

                   

I can't go on without you.



   

                   

You've got so much to give.



   

                   

Tell our story, Christian.



   

                   

Promise me.



   

                   

Promise me.



   

                   

That way...



   

                   

...I'll always be with you.



   

                   

[CHRISTIAN WEEPING]



   

                   

TOULOUSE-LAUTREC:

There was...



   

                   

...a boy



   

                   

A very strange...



   

                   

...enchanted...



   

                   

...boy



   

                   

[TYPING]



   

                   

CHRISTIAN: Days turned into

weeks. Weeks turned into months.



   

                   

And then,

one not so very special day...



   

                   

...I went to my typewriter,

I sat down...



   

                   

...and I wrote our story.



   

                   

A story about a time...



   

                   

...a story about a place...



   

                   

...a story about the people.



   

                   

But above all things...



   

                   

...a story about love.



   

                   

A love that will live forever.



   

                   

The...



   

                   

...end.



   

                   

TOULOUSE-LAUTREC:

The greatest thing



   

                   

You'll ever learn



   

                   

Is just to love



   

                   

And be loved...



   

                   

...in return













 
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