Written By Narnia
& Christine
and the rest of the crew at
fanforum
Please do not use without permission.
We put a lot of work into this.
Written By Narnia
& Christine
and the rest of the crew at
fanforum
Please do not use without permission.
We put a lot of work into this.
A tuning "A" is heard. Satie then conducts the opening fox fanfare and then the credits. The curtain rises upon a made up Toulouse sitting atop a snow covered Moulin Rouge.
Toulouse:
There was a boy
A very strange, enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far
Very far
Over land and sea
A little shy
And sad of eye
But very wise was he
And then one day
One 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 night club, a dance hall and a bordello. Ruled
over by Harold Zidler,
a kingdom of nightime pleasures,
where the rich and powerful came to play with the young and beautiful
creatures of the underworld.
The most beautiful of all these was the woman 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 1899, the summer of love. I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge,
Harold Zidler or Satine. The world had been swept up in the Bohemian Revolution
and I had traveled to Paris to be a part of it.
On a small hill outside of Paris was the village of Montmarte. It was
not as my father had said.
Father:
A village of sin.
Christian:
But the center of the Bohemian world! Musicians, painters, writers,
they were known as "the children of the revolution". Yes, 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.
Father:
Always this ridiculous obsession with love.
Christian:
There was only one problem. I had never been in love!
Luckily, right at that moment, an unconcious Argentinian fell through my roof. He was quickly joined by a dwarf dressed as a nun.
Toulouse:
How do you do? My name is Henri Marie Raymond Toulouse Lautrec Monnnnnnnfar.
I'm terribly sorry about all this. We were just upstairs rehearsing a play.
Christian:
A play- something very modern called "Spectacular Spectacular"
Toulouse:
It's set in Switzerland
Christian:
Unfortunately the unconscious argentinian suffered from a a sickness
called narcolepsy.
Toulouse:
Perfectly fine one minute and then suddenly pfumph unconcoius the next.
Audrey:
How is he?
Oh wonderful. Now the narcoleptic Argetinean is now unconscious, and therefore the scenario will not be finished in time to present to the financier tomorrow.
Satie:
Right Toulouse. I still have to finish the music.
Toulouse:
We'll just find someone to read the part.
Audrey:
And where in heavens name are we going to find someone to read the
role of the young, sensitive, swiss poet goat herder?
Christian:
Before I knew it I was upstairs, standing in for the unconscious Argentinean.
Toulouse:
The hills are amazed with euphonious symphonies of descant! ha
ha ha!
Audrey:
Stop stop stop! That insufferable droning is drowning out my words.
Can we please just stick to a little decorative piano?
Christian:
There seemed to be artistic differences over Audrey's lyrics to Satie's
song.
The Doctor:
I don't think a nun would say that about a hill.
Satie:
What if he says the hills are vital in toning with the descants?
Toulouse:
The hills quake and shake. . .
Christian:
The hills. . .
Argentinian:
(suddenly awake)
The hills are incarnate with symphonic melodies. (unconcious again)
Bohos:
No, no, no (etc)
Christian:
The hills. . .
(Bursts into song)
The hills are alive with the sound of music!
Argetinean:
The hills are alive with the sound of music. I love it!
Bohos (sings):
The Hills are alive with the sound of music.
Satie:
It fits perfectly.
Christian (sings):
With songs they have sung for a thousand years.
Toulouse:
Incandiferous! Audrey, you two should write the show together.
Audrey:
I beg your pardon?
Christian:
But Toulouse's suggestion that Audrey and I write the show together
was not what Audrey wanted to hear.
Audrey:
Goodbye!
Toulouse:
Here's to your first job in Paris.
Satie:
Toulouse, Zidler will never agree... (to Christian) No offense, but
have you ever written anything like this before?
Christian:
No.
Argentinian:
Ahh! The boy has talent! I like him!
Nothing funny, I just like talent.
Toulouse:
The hills are alive with the sound of music. See Satie, with Christian,
we can write a truly revolutionary show that we've always dreamed of.
Satie:
But how will we convince Zidler?
Christian:
But Toulouse had a plan.
Toulouse:
Satine.
Christian:
Satine. They would dress me in the argentinian's best suit and pass
me off for a famous English writer. Once Satine heard my modern poetry,
she would be astounded, and insist to Zidler that I write Spectacular Spectacular.
The only problem was I kept hearing my father's voice in my head.
Father:
You'll end up wasting your life at the Moulin Rouge with a can can
dancer.
Christian:
I can't write the show for the Moulin Rouge!
Bohos:
Why not?
Christian:
I don't even know if I am a true Bohemian revolutionary.
The Doctor:
You beleive in truth?
Christian:
Yes.
Argentinian:
Beauty?
Christian:
Yes of course.
Satie:
Freedom?
Christian:
yes.
Toulouse:
Love?
Christian:
Love? Above all things I beleive in love. Love is like oxygen. Love
is a many splendored thing. Love lifts us up where we belong, all you need
is love.
(Bohos gasp)
Toulouse:
You see, you can't fool us, you're the voice of the children of the
revolution.
Bohos:
We can't be fooled!
Toulouse:
We drink to you and to the world's first Bohemian revolutionary show!
Christian:
It was the perfect plan. I was to audition for Satine, and I would
taste my first glass of...Absinthe.
Bowie: There was a boy
Fairy: I'm the Green Fairy
The hills are alive
Fairy and Boys: With the sound of music
(Boys laugh)
Boys: For truth, beauty, freedom and love
Fairy: The hills are alive, with the sound of music.
Boys: You won't fool the children of the revolution.
Fairy:
Ahahahahaha!
Christian:
We were off to the Moulin Rouge, and I was to perform my poetry...for
Satine! Harold Zidler, and his infamous girls.
They called them the 'Diamond Dogs
Girls:
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista
Zidler:
Got some dark desire?
Love to play with fire?
Come in here and get it
Live a little bit
Boys:
Here we are now
Entertain us
We feel ready and contagious
Zidler:
Outside it may be raining,
But in here it's entertaining!
Mome:
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
Boys:
Here we are now
Entertain us
We feel ready and contagious
Zidler:
The can can
Girls:
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista
Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista
Zidler:
Because we can can can
Because we can can can can can
Bohemians:
You can bump and grind
Christian:
Cuz it's good for you mind!
Toulouse:
It's her! The sparkling diamond!
Satine:
The French are glad to die for love
The delight in fighting duels
Christian:
But another man was to meet Satine that night.
Satine:
But I prefer a man who lives
Christian:
Zidler's investor.
Satine:
And gives expensive
Jewles
Christian:
The Duke
Satine:
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 loose our charms in the end
But square cut or pear shaped
These rocks don't loose their shape
Diamonds are a girl's best friend
Tiffanies
Duke:
When do I get to meet her.
Zidler:
After her number I have arrange a private meeting for you and Madmoiselle
Satine, totally alone.
Satine:
Cartier
Toulouse:
After her number I have arrange a private meeting for you and Madmoiselle
Satine, totally alone.
Christian:
Alone?
Toulouse and Zidler:
Yes, totally alone.
Satine:
'Cause we are living in a material world
And I am a material girl
Come and get me boys.
Ohhhh!
Christian:
Oh my!
Zidler:
Excuse me my dear duke.
Toulouse:
I'll sally forth and steam things up.
Satine:
Black Star! Ross Pearl! Talk to me Harry Zidler tell me all about it.
There may come a time when a lass needs a lawyer
Zidler:
But diamonds are a girl's best friend
Satine:
There may come a time when a hard boiled employer
Zidler:
Thinks you're awful nice
Satine:
But get that ice or else no dice
Satine:
Is the Duke here tonight, Harold?
Zidler:
Of course.
Toulouse:
Oh excuse me!
Satine:
Where is he?
Zidler:
He's the one Telouse is waving a hankercheif at.
Satine:
Let me see.
Toulouse:
Excuse me Christian. May I borrow this?
Satine:
Are you sure.
Zidler:
Let me have a peek.
Toulouse:
I'm terribly, terribly sorry.
Zidler:
Yes that's the one.
Toulouse:
Oh get over it you Bourgeois Pig. (gun clicks) Oh my, I'm so sorry.
Girls:
He's your guy when things are high
But beware when they start to descend
Ooooooh
Diamonds are a girl's best
Diamonds are a girl's best
Diamonds are a girl's best friend
Satine:
Will he invest?
Zidler:
After spending the night with you? How could he resist?
Satine:
What's his type? Wilting flower? Mmmh. Bright and bubbly? Ohhh! Or
smoldering temptress? Rrrrh!
Zidler:
Smoldering temptress I think. Just think:
a real theater and a real show with a real audience and you'll be . . .
Satine:
A real actress.
'Cause that's when those louses
Go back to their spouses
Diamonds are a girl's best friend
I believe you were expecting me.
Christian:
Yes, yes.
Satine:
I'm afraid it's lady's choice (Points to Christian,
who doesn't immediately get up.) Mmmmh! Rough, Rough! Rough! Rrrrrh!
Toulouse:
I see you've met my English friend
Satine:
I'll take care of it Toulouse
Toulouse:
He's going to read you some of his most modern poetry.
Satine:
Let's dance!
Satine:
Let's dance!
Petite Princess:
Feel the beat of the rhythm of the night
Dance until the morning light
Forget about the worries on your mind
We can leave them all behind
Ooohh yeah
Oooh ah ah ah yeah
Zidler:
That duke certainly can dance
Satine:
So wonderful of you to take an interest in our
little show
Christian:
Sounds very exciting. I'd be delighted to be
involved.
Satine:
Really?
Christian:
Assuming you like what I do of course
Satine:
I'm sure I will
Christian:
Telouse thought we might do it in private. You know, a private. . .
poetry reading.
Satine:
Ohhh.
I just love a little poetry after supper.
Men:
Here we are now,
Entertain us
Petite Princess:
Ya ya ya ya ya ya!
Satine:
Hang on to your hat.
Diamonds, Diamonds
Square cut or pear shaped
These rocks don't loose their shape
Diamonds are a girls best
Zidler:
Noooooo!
(Satine falls from the trapeze, Christian gasps in concern, but Chocolate saves her just in time)
Zidler:
Ahhhhhh! (claps frantically as everyone follows suite, Satine is carried
back stage)
Nini:
Doesn't look like the Duke's gonna get his money's worth tonight.
Mome:
Don't be unkind Nini.
(Marie holds smelling salts up to Satine's nose and she coughs and begins to wake up. Marie holds up the hankerchief and we see blood)
later
Marie:
You certainly weaved your magic with that twinkle-toes
duke on the dance floor, girl. With a patron like him you could be the
next Sarah Bernhardt.
Satine:
Oh Marie, do you really think I could be like
the great Sarah?
Marie:
Why not, you've got the talent. With that duke
for a patron you'll have 'em lining up in no time"
Satine:
I'm going ot be a real actress Marie. A great
actress. And then I'm going to fly away from here (to bird) yes fly fly
away.
Zidler:
Dumpling, is everything alright?
Satine:
Oh! Of course Harold! How do I look? Smoldering
temptress?
Zidler:
My little strawberry! How could he resist such
a scrumptious morsel? Everythings going so well!
(Satine claps and giggles excitedly. Cut to later, Christian is waiting
in the elephant, obviously nervous.)
Toulouse:
Look at that! Straight to the elephant!
Satine:
Nice place for a poetry reading. Poetic, you know? Would you care for
some refreshment?
Christian:
Uh, I'd rather just get it over with.
Satine:
Oh, well then come over here and let's get it over with.
Christian:
I'd rather do it standing.
Satine:
Oh
Christian:
Oh you don't have to stand. It's very long, and I want you to be comfortable.
It's very modern what I do, and it might feel a bit funny at first. But
I think if you're open to it, you just might like it.
Satine:
I'm sure I will.
Christian:
Oh, alright. . . um the sky
uh. . . can't stop shaking . . . come on. . .whew. . . come on. (turns
again, Satine is breathing heavily) Uhhh. Ratatatatata. Ratatatatatata
Satine:
Is something the matter?
Christian:
O no, it's just, I'm a little nervous. Sometimes it takes a while for,
you know, inspiration.
Satine:
Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes. Let mummy help.
Christian:
Oh!
Satine:
Does that inspire you? Let's make love.
Christian:
Make love?
Satine:
You want to don't you. Can't you feel the poetry.
Christian:
I thought. . .
Satine:
Shhhh. Tiger! Oh, big boy.
Telouse:
He has a huge talent.
Satine:
Yes I need your poetry now!
Christian:
Alright!
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
Satine:
What?
Christian:
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
This is what you want? Poetry?
Satine:
Oh! Yes, yes this is what I want, naughty words!
Christian:
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
Satine:
Yes! Yes!
Christian:
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Satine:
Naughty! Naughty!
Christian:
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
Satine:
Don't stop! No, no! Don't stop!
Christian:
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
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 while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite 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 while you're in the world
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
Satine:
I don't believe it. I'm in love. I'm in love with a young, handsome,
talented duke.
Christian:
Duke?
Satine:
Not that the title matters of course.
Christian:
I'm not a duke.
Satine:
Not a duke?
Christian:
I'm a writer.
Satine:
A writer?
Christian:
Telouse thought. . .
Satine:
Telouse! I'm going to kill him!
Telouse:
We appear to have hit a slight hitch.
Satine:
You're not another one of Telouse's incredibly talented, charmingly
Bohemian, tragically impovrished writers?
Christian:
Well I suppose you could say that. . .
Satine:
O no! The Duke!
Christian:
The Duke?
Satine:
The Duke! Hurry out the back!
Zidler:
Chickpea, are you decent for the duke?
Zidler:
Where were you?
Satine:
I...I was waiting.
Zidler:
Dearest Duke, allow me to introduce...Mlle. Satine.
Satine:
Monsieur. How wonderful of you to take time out of your busy schedule
to visit.
(Christian peeks from behind the table)
Duke:
The pleasure, I fear, will be entirely mine.
Zidler:
I'll leave you two squirrels to get better acquainted.
Duke:
A kiss of the hand may be quite continental...
Satine:
But diamonds are a girl's best friend.
Duke:
After tonight's petty exertions on the stage tonight you must surely
be in need of refreshment, my dear.
Satine (screams):
No! You just...love the view?
Duke:
Charming.
(Turns back to table, as Christian ducks under)
Satine:
No! Oh! I feel like dancing!
(Dances strangely, elicting bewildered looks from both the Duke and Christian)
Duke:
I should like a glass of...
Satine:
Don't! It's a little bit funny...
(Christian pops up)
Duke:
What is?
Satine:
This...
Christian (mouthing and motioning):
Feeling
Satine:
Feeling
Christian:
Inside
Satine:
Inside
Christian:
I'm not one of those...
Satine:
I'm not one of those who can easily
Christian:
Hide
Satine:
Hide!
(Christian breaks champagne bottle as Satine dives to Duke's feet)
Satine (slowly moving up his legs, as Christian does the same behind
the Duke's back):
I don't have much money! But oh, if I did...I'd buy a big house, where
we both could live.
(Satine and Christian converse under Duke's legs)
Satine (sings):
I hope you don't mind, I hope you don't mind that I put down in words...
How wonderful life is
(motions to Christian to leave through the door)
Now you're in the world.
Duke (stars in his eyes, literally):
That's very beautiful.
Satine:
It's from Spectacular Spectacular. Suddenly with you here I suddenly
understood the meaning of those words.
(Christian opens door and prepares to sneak away)
How wonderful life is, now you're in the world..
Duke:
And what meaning is that my dear?
(Christian has run into Warner outside. He leaps back into the room,
slamming the door)
(Satine falls to the bed with a scream to distract the Duke)
Satine:
Duke! Don't you toy with my emotions! You must know the effect you
have on women!
(Duke looks smug)
Satine (pulling Duke on top of her):
Let's make love! You want to, don't you? I knew you felt the same way!
(Motions for Christian to leave through the back. Christian looks disgusted)
Oh, Duke! (motions to Christian, who is refusing to leave)
(With a sigh) You're right, we should wait.
(Christian is satisfied with that response)
duke: what?
satine: we should wait until opening night.
duke: wait?
satine: you should go.
duke: but, I just got here.
satine: there's a power in you that scares me
satine: (rushed words) yes, yes, we should wait, until opening night.. okay.. goodnight.
(pushes the duke out the door and closes it, turning, adjusting her night coat, she adresses christian)
satine: do you have any idea, any idea what would have happened if you were found?
(satine gasps and fants, falling into christian's arms)
Zidler: let's take a peak.
(looks through telescope to elephant red room)
right on target.
(Christian puts Satine on the bed and is on top of her)
(the duke walks in)
Duke: I forgot my hat...
(Satine starts to wake up)
Duke: foulplay? It's a little bit funny, this
feeling inside!
Satine:
Beautifully spoken, Duke. Let me introduce, the
writer.
Duke:
The writer!
Satine:
Yes. We're rehearsing.
Duke:
You mean to tell me that scantily clad, in the
arms of another man, inside an ELEPHANT, you were rehersing?
Toulouse:
How's the rehersal going? Take it from the top
then?
Satie:
O I do hope the piano's in tune.
Old guy:
May I offer you a drink?
Zidler: (looking through his window)
Oh my goodness!
(Runs off to the Elephant)
Satine:
When I spoke those words to you earlier, you
filled me with such inspiration that I realized how much work we had to
do, so I called everyone together for an emergency rehersal.
Duke:
If this is an emergency rehersal, then where's
Zidler?
Satine:
Oh, I didn't bother Harold..
(Zidler enters)
Zidler:
Oh Duke I'm so sorry-
Satine:
harold you made it.It's alright, the duke knows
all about the emergancy rehersal.
Zidler:
Emergency rehearsal?
Satine:
To incorporate the Duke's artistic ideas.
Zidler:
Yes, well I'm sure Audrey will only be too happy...
Toulouse:
Audrey's left!
Zidler:
Left?
Satine:
Yes, Harold the cat's out of the bag. The Duke's
already a big fan of our new writer's work.
Zidler:
Ah well, you can hardly blame me for keeping
our-
Christian and Toulous:
Christian
Zidler:
Christian a secret.
Duke:
I'm way ahead of you Zidler.
Zidler:
My dear Duke, why don't we go to my office and
work out the paperwork?
Duke:
What's the story?
Zidler:
Story?
Duke:
Well if I'm to invest I need to know the story.
Zidler:
Yes, well, the story...Toulouse?
Toulouse:
The story...is about...
Christian:
It's about love!
Duke:
Love?
Christian:
It's about love. Love overcoming all obstacles.
Toulouse:
And it's set in Switzerland!
(Weird looks all around)
Zidler:
Uh, something Switzerland (not sure about this)
Christian:
India...India...it's set in India!
And there's a courtesan, the most beautiful couresan
in the world.
But her kindom's invaded by an eeeevil maharajah!
In order to save her kingdom, she has to seduce the evil maharajah. But
on the night of the seduction, she mistakes a penniless p- a penniless...sitar
player for the evil maharajah. He wasn't trying to trick her or anything,
but he was dressed as a maharajah because...he's appearing in a play!
Argetinean:
I will play the tango-dancing sitar player...Who
sings...like an angel, but DANCE! like the devil.
Duke:
So what happens next?
Christian:
Well, the penniless Sitar player and the courtesan
have to keep their love a secret.
Satie:
The penniless sitar player's sitar is magic.
It can only speak the truth.
Toulouse:
And I will playing the truth-speaking sitar.
Bbbb...(to Satine) You are beautiful...Bbbb...(to
Zidler) You are ugly...Bbbb...(to Duke) and you...
(Everyone clasps hands over Toulouse's mouth)
Duke:
I see, and he gives the game away!
(Everyone else cheers and claps)
Duke:
What about the can-can?
Christian:
It's a tantric can-can...
Zidler:
It will be an erotic display that captures the
wild, thrusting Bohemian spirit that this whole production embodies.
Duke:
What exactly do you mean?
Zidler:
I mean it will be a . . . Bedazzlement, a sensual
ravishment. It will be. . .
Spectacular Spectacular
No words of the venacular
Can describe this great event
You'll be dumb with wonderment
Returns are fixed at ten percent
You must agree that's excellent
(Sung)
And on top of your fee
All:
You'll be involved artistically
So exciting
The audience will stomp and cheer
So delighting
It will run for fifty years
So exciting
The audience will stomp and cheer
So delighting
It will run for fifty years
Fire breathers and Bohemians
Hindu Girls and Courtesans
Juggling Bears and elephants
. . .
and Contortionists
Intrigue, danger and romance
Electric lights, machinery
And all the electricity
So exciting
The audience will stomp and cheer
So delighting
It will run for fifty years
So exciting
The audience will stomp and cheer
So delighting
It will run for fifty years
Spectacular Spectacular
No words of the venacular
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 fifty years
So exciting
The audience will stomp and cheer
So delighting
It will run for fifty years
Duke:
Yes but what happens the end?
Christian:
The courtesan and sitar man
Are pulled apart by an evil plan
Satine:
But in the end she hears his song
Christian:
And their love is just too strong
Duke:
It's a little bit funny
This feeling inside
All:
So exciting
The audience will stomp and cheer
So delighting
It will run for fifty years
So exciting
The audience will stomp and cheer
So delighting
It will run for fifty years
Christian:
The Sitar Player's secret song
Helps defeat the evil one
And though the Maharaja rants and rails
In the end he's doomed to fail.
Zidler:
You will never defeat me.
Satine:
Oh, Harold, no one could play him like you could.
Zidler:
No one's going to.
All:
So exciting
We'll make them laugh; we'll make them cry
So delighting
Duke:
But in the end should someone die?
All:
So exciting
The audience will stomp and cheer
So delighting
It will run for fifty years
Duke:
Generally, I like it.
(All clap and cheer)
Christian:
Zidler had an investor and the Bohemians had
a show.
Toulouse:
It's the end of the century! The Bohemian revolution
is here!
Background Music:
You can bump and grind, if it's good for your
mind
Christian:
While the party raged on upstairs, I tried to
write, but all I could think about was her.
(Voice over) How wonderful life is
Was she thinking about me?
(Voice over)Now you’re in the world
Whispered Echoes:
Duke? I'm not a Duke. He wasn't trying to trick
her or anything. It's about love. It's about love overcoming all obstacles.
Satine:
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
Christian:
How wonderful life is now you’re in the world
Satine:
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
Christian:
Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. I was just.
. . well I couldn't sleep . . . and I saw you and I was just. . .
Satine:
What?
Christian:
I wanted to thank you for getting me the job.
Satine:
Oh, Toulouse was right. You're very talented.
It's going to be a wonderful show.
Christian:
Thank you
Satine:
Anyway, I should go now because we both have
a big day tomorrow.
Christian:
Wait, wait. I was wondering. Before, when. .
. when we were. . . when you thought I was the Duke, you said you loved
me, and I was wondering.
Satine:
If it was just an act?
Christian:
Yes.
Satine:
Of course.
Christian:
Oh. It just felt real.
Satine:
Christian, I'm a courtesan. I'm paid to make
men believe what they want to believe.
Christian:
Silly of me, to think that you could fall in
love with someone like me.
Satine:
I can't fall in love with anyone.
Christian:
Can't fall in love. Why a life without love,
that's terrible!
Satine:
No, living on the street is terrible.
Christian:
No! Love is like oxygen. Love is a many splendored
thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love
Satine:
Please don't start that again.
Christian:
All you need is love...
Satine:
A girl has got to eat!
Christian:
All you need is love...
Satine:
She'll end up on the street!
Christian:
All you need is love.
Satine:
Love is just a game.
Christian:
I was made for loving you baby, you were made
for loving me!
Satine:
The only way of loving me baby is to pay a lovely
fee.
Christian:
Just one night, give me just one night
Satine:
There's no way, cause you can't pay
Christian:
In the name of love, one night in the name of
love!
Satine:
You crazy fool, I won't give into you.
Christian:
Don't leave me this way, I can't survive without
your sweet love, oh baby, don't leave me this way...
Satine:
You'd think that people would've had enough,
of silly love songs
Christian:
I look around me and I see it isn't so, no
Satine:
Some people want to fill the world with silly
love songs
Christian:
Well what's wrong with that? I'd like to know.
Cause here I go again
Love lifts us up where we belong, where eagles
fly, on a mountain high.
Satine:
Love makes us act like we are fools, throw our
lives away for one happy day..
Christian:
We could be heores, just for one day!
Satine:
You...you will be mean
Christian:
No, I won't!
Satine:
And I...I'll drink all the time
Christian:
We should be lovers...
Satine:
We can't do that
Christian:
We should be lovers, and that's a fact
Satine:
Though nothing will keep us together,
Christian:
We could steal time,
Both:
Just for one day.
We could be heroes, forever and ever
We could be heroes, forever and ever We could
be heroes...
Christian:
Just because I will always love you
Satine:
I ---
Both:
Can't help loving....
Christian:
You....
Satine:
How wonderful life is..
Both:
Now you're in the world...
Satine:
You're going to be bad for business, I can tell..
Toulouse:
How wonderful life is, now your in the world.
Christian:
How wonderful life was now Satine was in the world. But in the Duke,
Zidler had got more than he had bargained for.
Duke:
Conversion of the Moulin Rouge into a theater will cost a fantastic
sum of money Zidler. Which is why I will require a contract that binds
Satine to me, exculsivly. Naturally I will require some security. I will
require the deeds to the Moulin Rouge.
Zidler
My dear duke. . .
Duke:
Satine wil be MINE and if there are any shinanigans, my manservant
will deal with them in the only way you underworld folk understand. Have
I made myself perfectly clear?
Zidler:
Perfectly
Duke:
It's not that I'm a jelous man Zidler. It's just that I don't like
other people touching my things! (Zidler signs papers) Now that you have
the resources to change your beloved Moulin Rouge. . .
Zidler: (inside model)
Into a Theater!
Duke:
I shall woe Satine in the Gothic Tower at 8 o'clock tonight.
Christian:
(voice over)
But Satine was not to meet the Duke in the tower that night, or the
next as it would happen.
(Christian is describing the play. Satine is lauging and Toulouse is
cooking and making encouraging noises)
Mad will jelousy, comes to see the cortizan one last time. (imitating
the Argentinian) "Thank you for curing me of this rediculous obssesion
with love!"
Hurling money at her feet, he flees the kingdom.
Satine:
No! But a life without love that's terrible!
Christian
Yes, but the magical sitar falls from the roof and. . .
Toulouse:
Wait Christian that's my part, that's my part! The magical sitar says.
. . he says. . .
Christian:
He says the greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be
loved in return.
Duke:
Darling? I thought we might go out for a little picnic.
Satine:
Oh but my dear duke, we have so much work to do. So much writing.
Duke:
Well if the good writer can carry a basket and a blanket, I see no
reason why he can't come along.
Christian:
{voice over)
As it would turn out, it would be almost to easy for the lead actress
and the writer to find reasons to be with one another.
(end voice over)
I've been thinking about that scene, Will the lovers be meeting in
the sitar player's humble abode, and I was wondering if we might. . .
Duke:
O but my dear, I've prepared an elaborate supper for us in the Gothic
Tower.
Christian:
O well, it isn't important
Satine:
Oh! The lovers will be meeting in the sitar players humble abode is
the most important scene in the production. It can't possibly wait until
tomorrow.
Duke:
But my dear. . .
Satine:
My dear duke, excuse me.
Christian:
I'm sorry.
(We hear Nini singing the song from the future production and see Christian
and Satine retreat to an upper balcony and begin to kiss)
Zidler
O my dear duke, I have the preperations for your supper all laid out.
. .
Duke:
Well you can damn well eat it yourself, she's losing interest!
Zidler:
Impossible!
Duke:
Yes, well she's always at it with that damned writer.
(Zidler sees Satine and Christian over the Duke's shoulder)
I tell you if it doesn't get any better, I'm very well leaving (the
duke begins to turn)
Zidler:
No! I promise you she will be there tonight.
Christian:
You'll come?
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 fear
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?
(Christian waits for Satine)
(the Duke and Zidler wait for Satine)
Zidler:
Where is she?
(the duke starts to leave)
one of the survents: (whispers)
The Duke is leaving.
Zidler:
She's confessing!!!!!!!
Duke: (not sure what he says)
What?
Zidler: (not sure of lines)
She felt the need to go to a priest and wash away her sins. She looks
upon tonight as her wedding night.
Duke:
Her wedding night?
Zider:
She's like a blushing bride. She said you make her feel like a "virgin".
Duke:
Virgin?
Zidler:
You know...touched for the very first time.
she says, it feels so good inside
when you hold her and you touch her
The Duke:
Like a Virgin
Zidler:
She made it through the wilderness
Somehow she 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 ma-a-a-ade her feel
Shiny and new
Zidler:
Like a virgin
Touched for the very first time
Like a vir-ir-ir-gin
When your hearts beat
close in time
She's 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 mine
She'll be yours 'till the end of time
'Cause you made her feel
Yes, you ma-a-a-ade me feel
She has nothing to hide
Zidler:
Like a virgin (like a virgin)
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
When your hearts beat
close in time Like a virgin
Feels so good inside
When you hold her
And you touch her
Oh
[Satine Interlude]
The Duke:
She's so fine and she's mine
Makes me strong, yes she makes me bold
Oh her love thawed out
Yes, her lov-ov-ov-ov-ove thawed out
What was scared and cold
Zidler:
Like a virgin (like a virgin)
The Duke & Chorus:
Touched for the very first time
Zidler:
Like a vir-ir-ir-gin
The Duke & Chorus:
With her heartbeat
Close in time
Zidler:
Like a virgin (like a virgin)
The Duke & Chorus:
Feels so good inside
When you hold her
And you touch her
When you hold her
And you touch her
Aahh, aahh, aahh
Like a virgin
la, la, la, la
la, la, la, la
To Be Continued
