Dandelions by the Roots (Des Pissenlits par la Racine)

SALAD BY THE ROOTS

5th year

last shows

Good evening, Emile. - I'm coming, Mr. Martinet.

Give me the horse races.

Do you have a tip? - No, I have no idea.

A lemonade, Emile. One needs money.

Have you seen my cousin Jack?

You should have a talk to him. The weather's turning bad.

I believe you that it's going to rain but I don't see the connection.

Jack. When I see him, I'll kill him.

Take it easy, Pommes-Chips.

Jo's right. Take it easy.

If I knew where he was, he'd be dead.

Don't you think two years of sandal making is enough?

I do. That's why I say: Take it easy.

Not only did he get it on with my fianc e, while I was in jail.

He moved in with her. He replaced the locks.

Maybe they were worn. - Listen, La Douane.

If a man does that to you, you have to make mincemeat of him...

...or else you're not a man.

And I won't kill him. I'll destroy him.

Take it easy.

Gentlemen, to freedom. The first thing a man needs.

They were released this morning.

And your cousin is now with the girl of one of them.

Isn't that up to her? It's medieval.

It's not that easy.

You're an artist. You're used to free love.

That's all talk, really. - One needs money.

By the sound of you, this Rockie is a crown jewel, pure gold.

To me, she's just an old nag. - You don't know what you're saying.

I don't know what I'm saying? You've talked about her for 2 years.

Her eyes, her legs her breasts.

I'm curious, but it's starting to get old.

So you said: 11, 5 and 2.

Yes, 11 plus 5 is 16. 16 plus 2 is 18...

...and 1 plus 8 is 9. My lucky number.

One needs money.

Drop off your docket at the counter.

Listen, Pommes-Chips. I mean it. Forget Rockie and start again.

In Paris, with this beautiful weather and all those tourists...

...you'll find someone you like.

An English woman. Or Swedish if you like them tall.

The entire European Union is within reach.

I got out my Rider suit and I'm about to go wild.

Nice suit. - It better be. Cost me 80.

It was delivered on the day... Anyway, it hasn't been used yet.

The good thing with an expensive suit: it doesn't go out of fashion quickly.

British fabric, Italian design...

...two buttons, long lapels...

...worsted, silk lining with embroidery. You won't find any better.

See how the jacket sits. And comfortable...

It hangs forward. - I'm not even going to reply to that.

I have no house, no food, no clothes.

I was wearing this jacket when the cops arrested me. It's all I have.

I can see that. What colour is it?

Isn't that a red chequered prince de galle?

Go to my tailor. The Modern Tailor. He'll help you out.

Very funny. I'm broke.

You have friends, don't you? What are friends for?

First, place a bet for me.

Five percent for you if I win. 7 and 9 twice round in both directions.

This could be a big one.

7 and 9? Reine de Cachemire and Pasipha 4.

They never finished a race.

In horse races, there are two approaches: magic and coincidence.

I'll explain.

A favourite with a false ticket or an outsider with a real one.

Magic cost me two years in jail.

That's why I prefer a bad horse to a good judge.

7 and 9, 20 times round in both directions.

You lost your place. Start again at the back.

He's crazy. 7 and 9, two outsiders.

Emile, did you see my cousin? He'd get us tickets.

You'd better get out of the city. Pommes-Chips has been released.

Pommes-Chips? I'd like to see him again.

And I heard that he wants to see you.

Come on.

Jack.

There's a letter waiting for you. It says Urgent.

It's not that urgent. - Pommes-Chips.

Take it easy, Pommes-Chips.

Pommes-Chips could at least have said hello.

Don't worry about it. He's very stressed.

I had tickets for tonight. - I don't know if Jack can come.

Can't I take his place? - Sir, considering the circumstances...

But I'm family, kind of.

Pommes-Chips and I were neighbours for two years. My name's Jo Arengeot.

I recognised you. Your picture was in 'Detectives'.

That was me.

My picture was in the Encyclopaedia of Chamber Music.

I'm Jack's cousin. - So what?

I'm just explaining.

Thank you, J r me. We'll see you afterwards.

I'm counting on you, Rockie.

Poor Pommes-Chips. - Why?

Everybody can see you haven't been knitting sweaters for two years.

Not many men would understand. What would you say to your girlfriend?

Not much. Georgina's in Dakar. - Apparently, they pay well in Africa.

They're no longer as lively as they once were.

You have to work hard or be gifted.

A woman with your class is a gold mine over there.

And class is one thing you can't learn.

Mr. Arengeot... - I spoke from my heart.

Come, let's drink to that.

Normally, with a broad, I'd only drink a mint drink or a juice.

But with you, it has to be champagne. From a good year.

Do you really think that... - I'm an impulsive man.

Did you see her hips sway? Only women who've suffered have that.

Are you talking nonsense now? - Yes.

But that's not all. In half an hour, the curtain rises.

I'll be a genius on the last night. - I always am.

Good evening, Mr Michon, Mr Martinet.

stage door

Hey you, where are you going? - I have a telegram.

We don't often see such short messengers.

We don't often see such short messengers.

For who's that telegram supposed to be? - Mr Martinet.

He's not here yet. - I'll wait in his dressing room.

Come here.

Not that I don't trust you...

...but a telegraph messenger drops something off, and doesn't stay around.

And the uniform? - Where is he?

The messenger's uniform. - Ah, the uniform...

Very dangerous, a uniform like that.

The customer opens the door, thinks you're a colonel...

...calls the secret service and you spend 20 years in the...

Very dangerous.

Good evening, L on. - How are you?

I'm fine.

The end of a piece is like the end of a love.

It's like losing your little habits.

Besides, love is easier found than a good piece.

Five years is quite long.

The First World War and some more.

What are you doing there? - I came to see the piece.

In the cupboard? - I'll explain.

Never mind, Rockie already did.

Have you got any plans for after this? - First a holiday

And then? - Back to concerts.

Yes, you're a musician more than an actor.

It's less tiring.

Did you play anything before 'Moonshine in Beer'?

No, never.

If I wrote a play for you, would you play it?

I don't think so.

You didn't think it was bad. - Neither is Mozart.

Are you ready? - Yes.

And you can rehearse music at home. Especially chamber music.

I'll find a spot behind the scenes for you.

You don't live alone, do you? - No.

Have you got a wife, a mistress? - Sister and brother-in-law.

You'd make a fine husband. - A shame only you and I know this.

Strange, isn't it? After five years, I find out something about your life.

After 35 years, I sometimes still surprise myself.

I'm here.

You can stay here. - I'd rather have a loge seat.

President Lincoln was murdered in a loge seat.

Dear Sonia, six long years have passed...

...since that awful night when he left.

For six long years I waited until my dear prince would return.

And if he keeps his word, he will return tonight.

Oh countess, I hear a troika.

It is him. I'm certain.

Thank you, Lord, for giving me back my hero.

Natasha, love of my life.

Like Ulysses after a long voyage, I stand before you again.

Oh prince, emotions overwhelmed her.

I am such a brute, for not giving her any warning.

There you are, as if life was taken from you.

Dear Ovnitza, I will never leave you again.

Igor, my prince.

I rode thousands of miles to be with you.

I exhausted three mail horses...

...but who cares about roubles, now that I am with you.

Such beautiful love.

Tell me, my hero, about those long years...

No, let me explain. Don't be insane.

Can't we talk about it?

No, I can explain. - Of course we talk about it.

Don't be crazy. - Bastard.

Oh, my dearest. - Natasha...

My prince, you make me happy.

My dearest, my darling.

My darling, my dearest.

My dearest, my darling.

My dearest, my darling.

No, no.

I waited for you, prince.

Forget fate's cruelty. Think of the spring that awaits us.

Tomorrow morning, the primroses...

Hand in hand...

Darling, control yourself.

Stop.

Nothing will be too beautiful for you, darling.

For you, the nightingale sings. It sings the song of love.

Everything is too beautiful and calm. Is this the calm before the storm?

No, dearest. Now that love has reunited us...

...there can be no more evil in the world.