Satine:
Yes!
Christian:
When?
Satine:
Eight o'clock
Christian:
Promise?
Satine:
Yes, now go.
Zidler:
Are you mad? The duke holds the deeds to
the Moulin Rouge. He's spending a fortune on you. He's giving a beautiful
new dressing room. He's going to make you a star, and your dallying
with the writer!
Satine:
Oh, Harold! Don't be rediculous. . .
Zidler:
I saw you together!
Satine:
It's nothing. It's just an infatuation.
It's nothing.
Zidler:
The infatuation will end. Go to the boy.
Tell him it's over. The Duke is expecting you in the Gothic Tower
at eight o'clock tonight.
Satine:
If I should die
This very moment
I wouldn't feel
For I've never known completness
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
Christian:
But how was I to know, in those last fateful days,
that a force darker than jelousy and stronger than love had already begun
to take hold of Satine?
