00:01:28:CHILDREN OF PARADISE 00:03:45:"The mime Baptiste Deburau|passionately loves 00:03:51:an actress named Garance. 00:03:55:Out of timidity,|he misses his chance with her. 00:04:01:Instead, she becomes the mistress 00:04:05:of the actor Frederick Lemaitre. 00:04:10:At the Funambules Theater, 00:04:15:a rich dandy, the Count de Montray, 00:04:21:offers her his protection. 00:04:27:She refuses. 00:04:28:But when wrongly accused 00:04:31:of taking part in a robbery attempt|by her friend Lacenaire, 00:04:37:Garance holds out the count's card 00:04:41:to the astonished police." 00:04:49:PART TWO|"THE MAN IN WHITE" 00:04:56:"Several years have passed..." 00:05:17:The worst play ever seen|on the Boulevard. 00:05:21:The absolute worst! 00:05:23:- Why do it then?|- I have a contract. 00:05:25:- Why did you sign?|- I need the money. 00:05:27:You earn a fortune. 00:05:29:I end up with nothing,|since I spend more than I earn. 00:05:40:Hurry, Mr Frederick!|The authors are impatient. 00:05:44:Alas! 00:05:49:" The Inn of the Adrets|In rehearsal" 00:06:01:If punctuality|is the courtesy of kings... 00:06:04:It's not that|of Frederick Lemaitre! 00:06:08:And they call them authors. 00:06:10:My God! 00:06:12:Why do honest folk persist|in writing tales of brigands? 00:06:16:Even convicts could write better|than that. 00:06:20:At least they have experience. 00:06:23:A drink, my little kittens!|For pity's sake! 00:06:31:Thank you, child. 00:06:36:Not at all convincing. 00:06:39:Poor Robert Macaire. 00:06:43:What's going on, my kittens? 00:06:46:I can't hear you. 00:06:49:We're sad. 00:06:51:We both love you,|but we're friends, you see. 00:06:55:- So?|- We don't want to fight. 00:06:58:Then do as I do. 00:07:02:Act. 00:07:04:It's your chosen profession. 00:07:06:When I act, I'm madly in love. 00:07:10:You hear? Madly. 00:07:13:At the final curtain,|the audience leaves with my love. 00:07:18:Understand?|I make them a gift of my love. 00:07:22:The audience is gratified,|and so am I. 00:07:25:Then I become|sensible and free again, 00:07:29:silent as Baptiste. 00:07:31:Not that again! 00:07:33:That's all I hear!|"Have you seen Baptiste?" 00:07:36:Even Theophile Gautier: 00:07:38:"Don't miss Baptiste in The Ragman!|A masterpiece!" 00:07:42:"Masterpiece," a pantomime!|Theophile's gone too far. 00:07:48:Don't touch.|It's a souvenir. 00:07:50:It pricks. 00:07:52:"Viper of memory, stab of regret, 00:07:56:red light of oblivion." 00:07:59:It's all nonsense, fantasy, air! 00:08:03:What I like is reality. 00:08:06:Only two acts, but well made.|Compliments to the authors. 00:08:10:What vulgarity, really! 00:08:13:You think it's funny. 00:08:15:Well, I don't, you hear? 00:08:19:That's it. We've quarreled. 00:08:23:Are you angry with me? 00:08:33:- Excuse me.|- What is it? 00:08:35:Nothing.Just some people|waiting for you. 00:08:40:Poor authors! 00:08:42:Not them. 00:08:44:They started rehearsals|without us ages ago. 00:08:47:Admirers, no doubt? 00:08:49:- That's it... "admirers."|- I'm coming. 00:08:52:Back in a moment, my sweet. 00:08:54:Tidy up after you finish|snooping about. 00:09:00:Poor costume.|As bad as mine. 00:09:03:The manager wants you! 00:09:05:I'm coming! 00:09:07:So, where are our knaves? 00:09:08:Debts are made to be paid. 00:09:10:- The cad!|- Box his ears! 00:09:13:- Jealous husbands, angry creditors!|- As usual. 00:09:17:Grumblers and malcontents!|A fog of men! 00:09:20:You go first!|We'll plunge into the fog once more! 00:09:28:Gentlemen? 00:09:30:- Inveigler!|- My money! 00:09:32:- My bills!|- You ham! 00:09:36:Help! They're striking|Robert Macaire! 00:09:39:Help, cossacks! 00:09:41:They're killing Frederick the Great! 00:09:48:So I run out of the inn|when I hear the shot. 00:09:51:You rush over to the body. 00:09:54:Where the body should be,|as Mr Lemaitre isn't here! 00:09:58:Fine. 00:10:00:Shall we? 00:10:09:The hour of justice strikes. 00:10:11:You won't escape punishment. 00:10:13:Bang! 00:10:16:Alas, you have killed him! 00:10:19:Owoe! 00:10:22:He was a wicked man,|but he was my husband. 00:10:28:Excuse me!|I got carried away. 00:10:30:However, I would like|just a bit more... 00:10:35:- A touch more...|- A touch more feeling! 00:10:38:Yes, that's right!|Feeling! 00:10:41:Feeling, feeling, and more feeling! 00:10:47:Dare I hope, gentlemen,|you like my costume? 00:10:51:Not bad. It has something. 00:10:54:- This must be some kind...|- Of a joke! 00:10:57:Robert Macaire and his evil sidekick|haven't come from the tailor's, 00:11:02:but from prison. 00:11:04:They're bandits, not dandies. 00:11:06:- But that eye patch!|- It's hideous! 00:11:09:My eye behind it|is even more hideous! 00:11:12:Gentlemen, let's not argue again! 00:11:15:He's here,|so let's rehearse Act Il, 00:11:18:Scene 9. 00:11:20:On with it! 00:11:22:I'd rather do the scene|with the gendarmes. It's funnier. 00:11:26:We are not here|to amuse the gallery! 00:11:29:Too bad! 00:11:31:Oh, well, if you insist. 00:11:34:Come on, Latour, old girl.|Scene 9. 00:11:41:My son! 00:11:43:You alone give me|the courage to face 00:11:45:the wretch who is the cause|of our misfortune! 00:11:52:Egad, my wife! 00:11:57:Yes, your wife and victim! 00:12:00:Woeful Marie! 00:12:03:She does look glum. 00:12:05:Spare us your asides! 00:12:07:On with it. 00:12:11:I am found out! 00:12:14:You betrayed me, Marie! 00:12:16:To save my son. 00:12:18:To save your son,|you betray his father! 00:12:21:Alas! 00:12:25:I shall feign tenderness. 00:12:28:Marie! 00:12:31:My poor Marie! 00:12:34:Robert! My poor Robert! 00:12:37:Did you really commit|all those crimes? 00:12:41:What can I say, Marie? 00:12:43:No one's perfect. 00:12:45:- Stop!|- That's not in the play! 00:12:48:So? 00:12:49:Your play's empty.|It needs some padding. 00:12:51:Outrageous! 00:12:53:That's right!|Your poor"inn" is empty. 00:12:56:Think the audience|will bring their supper? 00:12:59:They'll bring tomatoes! 00:13:02:You call this a drama? 00:13:04:Some drama... and in three acts. 00:13:07:One each. To be fair. 00:13:09:Three acts!|I call them actionable! 00:13:12:Don't play with words. 00:13:14:What can I play with?|Your ideas? You have none! 00:13:18:Come now! 00:13:20:We can't be insulted by someone|who got his start in pantomimes... 00:13:25:- On his hands!|- Why not? 00:13:28:You wrote a play with your feet. 00:13:30:Monsieur! 00:13:32:You force us to take|drastic measures. 00:13:36:Monsieur, you signed|a contract and have received... 00:13:40:And spent. 00:13:42:...a generous advance. 00:13:44:Are you prepared to honor|your obligations? 00:13:47:Are you prepared|to perform our play? 00:13:49:Why, certainly, gentlemen. 00:13:52:Provided it plays along|with me. 00:14:07:Enough! We have a description|of the criminals. 00:14:11:Don't try to escape!|You're surrounded! 00:14:15:One of them calls himself Remond,|but we know his real name. 00:14:20:It's Robert Macaire! 00:14:22:And Robert Macaire... 00:14:24:Is you! 00:14:26:Prove you're not, if you can. 00:14:29:He's in a fix.|It's not in the play. 00:14:36:By the time he thinks of a line, 00:14:39:I'll have escaped again! 00:14:41:Come on, Rover, let's be off. 00:14:44:The play isn't over yet. 00:14:56:Frederick, please, come back! 00:15:06:Stop them!|They'll get away! 00:15:17:Don't move, you're surrounded! 00:15:20:Just when I get a chance|to see the play! 00:15:23:Enough speeches!|You are mine! 00:15:25:Yours? You naughty boy! 00:15:28:Come now! 00:15:30:You've been unmasked.|We know you're Robert Macaire! 00:15:38:If you're not Macaire,|the escaped convict, 00:15:41:answer me this: 00:15:45:Who are you? 00:15:46:I am Frederick Lemaitre. 00:15:50:Liar! You're under arrest! 00:15:52:Not again! 00:15:54:Shall we kill him? 00:15:56:Killing gendarmes|never hurt anybody. 00:16:01:Collapse, you fool!|You're dead! 00:16:12:Alas, you've killed him! 00:16:15:Owoe! 00:16:20:He was a wicked man,|but he was my husband. 00:16:24:Don't worry, little widow,|it was a false alarm! 00:16:28:Dry your tears.|Your little hubby lives. 00:16:33:Not for long. 00:16:38:It had to end like this. 00:16:40:I'm dying. 00:16:42:Farewell, Marie. 00:16:44:Forgive me. 00:16:46:I wasn't a bad man. 00:16:48:It was the company I kept. 00:16:51:I was but the arm that executes, 00:16:54:the hand that strikes, 00:16:56:the foot that leaves its mark|in the dust of crime. 00:16:59:But the true criminals, 00:17:03:those who plotted|in the shadows... 00:17:07:I shall point out to Divine Justice. 00:17:12:The true authors of this crime|are there! 00:17:45:A triumph! 00:17:47:- A disgrace!|- An unprecedented shame! 00:18:26:So, gentlemen,|I trust you're satisfied. 00:18:30:Monsieur, you've insulted us. 00:18:33:Only your ignorance prevents you|from seeing what we see. 00:18:37:That you have deeply|insulted the Dramatic Arts! 00:18:41:You have sacked and trampled|our oeuvre, 00:18:45:debased our prose. 00:18:47:- It's good luck!|- Vulgarian! 00:18:50:- We demand satisfaction.|- As you like. Tomorrow morning? 00:18:55:Not a duel! 00:18:57:The Holy Trinity feels offended, 00:19:00:so we have to cross swords. 00:19:02:Arrange it. 00:19:04:Let them draw straws.|I'll fight the winner. 00:19:08:You may have the choice of arms. 00:19:10:I'll be at the dueling ground|at dawn with my seconds. 00:19:29:A wise precaution. 00:19:36:What are you doing here? 00:19:43:How did you get in? 00:19:46:Hands off. It's a souvenir. 00:19:48:It's perhaps one for me, as well.|Who knows? 00:19:51:And who are you? 00:19:53:You're famous enough for two,|so let's skip the introductions 00:19:58:and get to the purpose of my call. 00:20:00:I'll be brief....
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