:06:01
If punctuality
is the courtesy of kings...
:06:04
It's not that
of Frederick Lemaitre!
:06:08
And they call them authors.
:06:10
My God!
:06:12
Why do honest folk persist
in writing tales of brigands?
:06:16
Even convicts could write better
than that.
:06:19
At least they have experience.
:06:22
A drink, my little kittens!
For pity's sake!
:06:30
Thank you, child.
:06:35
Not at all convincing.
:06:38
Poor Robert Macaire.
:06:42
What's going on, my kittens?
:06:46
I can't hear you.
:06:48
We're sad.
:06:50
We both love you,
but we're friends, you see.
:06:54
- So?
- We don't want to fight.
:06:57
Then do as I do.
:07:01
Act.
:07:03
It's your chosen profession.
:07:05
When I act, I'm madly in love.
:07:09
You hear? Madly.
:07:13
At the final curtain,
the audience leaves with my love.
:07:17
Understand?
I make them a gift of my love.
:07:22
The audience is gratified,
and so am I.
:07:25
Then I become
sensible and free again,
:07:29
silent as Baptiste.
:07:31
Not that again!
:07:33
That's all I hear!
"Have you seen Baptiste?"
:07:36
Even Theophile Gautier:
:07:38
"Don't miss Baptiste in The Ragman!
A masterpiece!"
:07:42
"Masterpiece," a pantomime!
Theophile's gone too far.
:07:48
Don't touch.
It's a souvenir.
:07:50
It pricks.
:07:52
"Viper of memory, stab of regret,
:07:56
red light of oblivion."
:07:58
It's all nonsense, fantasy, air!