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Gang of Four
Paris, present day:
The end of November or the beginning of December,
the beginning of the afternoon.
So, listen to me!
Oh, just leave me alone!
Come on, be reasonable.
No, I don't have to, if I don't want to.
And so...?
And so I don't even want to have a reason for it.
And after you ask 50 times, like I know you will,
I still won't know! What are you doing here?
You've been eating so little that you're going to be sick
if you don't eat a little something for breakfast.
I don't care about my health, it's fine with me if I'm sick!
And you can take this all away
because today, I'm not going to have breakfast,
or lunch, or dinner!
And the same for tomorrow.
I want to be angry, and refute all you say
until I see Arlequin
because they took him away from me.
There they are, my proclamations.
So, unless you want to drive me completely crazy,
stop telling me to be more reasonable!
You're getting pretty close to driving me nuts!
Raphaelle, I already told you, no more scripts.
I don't intend to try.
I can see you'll keep your word.
And so, if I.
Another "and so"!
Oh, I beg your pardon,
this one was a slip, but it's the last one.
But, please, consider
I thought you stood corrected!
I don't want your considerations!
But he's your prince, he loves you.
I can't keep him from loving me,
but do I have to love him?
No, because I can't.
A child could see it, but apparently you don't.
You are the bride he has chosen among his subjects.
Who told him to choose me?
Did he ask my opinion?
If he had asked me, I would have answered,
"No, my lord, a woman must love her husband,
and I don't love you."
Is that a good enough reason for you?
But no, he thinks he loved me,
he carries me off, and never asks my opinion.
He carried you off to give you his hand in marriage.
But I don't want to give him my hand!
Do you force people to take presents
in spite of their feelings?
But consider how he has treated you the last two days,
aren't you waited on as if you were his wife?
Look at the tokens of respect offered to you,
the many women at your service...
Anything you want. Oh right, anything you want.
Okay, cut.
Raphaelle, you'll do it when you learn the text.
I'm sorry, I just forgot.
That's right, you're not here.
I don't know where you are, but you're not here.
You're not in this theatre.
Maybe you're out on a motorcycle.
You, Anna,
there are some obvious problems with your performance.
First, why do you always speak with such force like that?
Once you start like that, you never lighten up.
We don't hear anything, despite your volume.
We don't understand anything, we're not listening.
Everyone knows it, everyone sees it,
everyone can say it, we don't understand, it's true.
There's another thing.
Can anybody tell me what it is?
Louise?
It seems like a whim.
Jeanne?
Well, Cécile?
I agree with Louise.
She doesn't seem very angry,
we're not convinced she's thinking about Arlequin.
What do you think, Anna?
I don't know.
I know it doesn't work, but.
When you're in love, people can see it.
People should see it, anyway.
If you don't feel the situation others see nothing.
Have you ever been angry, Anna?
Yes, of course.
Anger is not a fixed emotion.
Anger rises, the heart starts beating,
but with you, the anger was superficial.
Your anger was static.
I thought I was doing it.
Here you don't think.
You feel, you experience emotion.
The theater is made for emotions.
Can I ask you a question?
We've been working on it for 3 weeks,
and I don't understand.
When I played the part of Silvia I did exactly what you said,
the anger, the fury
I objected to it because it wasn't Silvia's anger.
You played on your own anger.
The words you're saying are not your words,
they're Marivaux's words.
No matter what we do, it's never enough.
No, it's never enough.
Well, sometimes.
Lucia, you take Raphaelle's place, play Trivelin.
Are you sure you like the room?
Sure you won't regret it?
Yeah, I'm sure.
I don't want to carry my things up and down anymore.
Sure you've got everything?
No, I'm leaving a box with some of my things.
I'll pick it up some other time.
You'll see, my room's nice except for the ghost.
Oh, stop it!
Everybody knows you're full of it.
I'm not joking, ask Joyce.
She was the first one who heard the ghost.
Okay.
But I bet you're taking it with you in your bag.
No, I'm only taking the good memories.
Look out!
Joyce!
Oh, I'm sorry, I'm clumsy.
I told you I can do it myself.
Well, she was just trying to help you.
What happened?
Nothing, no big deal.
I knocked over the flask.
What is that? Nothing!
Just a bad memory.
You have a nice carpet.
Is it from Portugal?
Yes, when I left two years ago,
it was the only thing I took with me.
I'm leaving!
Wait!
Wait!
Why are you in such a hurry?
Somebody's waiting for me.
Still the same "somebody".
Why don't you introduce him to us?
Are you afraid we'll hit on him?
Yeah, that's it, I'm scared.
What about your telephone calls?
You can tell me in class.
Okay.
It would be easier if you gave us the number or address.
Oh, I will, but right now it's too complicated.
I'll give it to you as soon as possible.
Oh, the keys, I forgot, I won't need them anymore.
Oh, no, keep them, Lucia has hers.
That's nice of you.
Besides, you never know.
Bye!
She seems to be in love.
Happiness is a pain in the ass.
Do you think we'll have much fun with Lucia?
You'll get tired if you don't stop.
You know what happened last night?
No.
It moved.
Oh, that's great!
Here's something, it's from South Yemen, it's for you.
It's from my father, there's a check inside.
No reason to complain.
How do you say good morning in Portuguese?
You say "Bondia".
Bondia.
I'd be glad to get a check from Limerick every once in a while.
That would save me from killing myself.
Yes, but that way you would've never met Cécile.
And you wouldn't have got her job at the bar.
And she wouldn't have found her love.
Well, small streams...
Make big rivers!
Where's this Limerick?
In lreland.
My parents returned there three years ago.
I'll never return to where I came from.
Why?
I disgraced my family.
Did you?
You don't look it.
I didn't want to marry my fiancé and where I come from,
that's worse than a crime.
You mean you didn't choose him?
It had been arranged.
We grew up together.
Then there was Paris, The scene, the life.
The Seine, the river?
The stage, the theater.
I wanted to be in a tragedy.
I'm rather interested in comedy.
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