Madame X

Don't repress yourself.

It's our gypsy blood.

We live between life and death.

Artists are here to disturb the peace.

Madame X is a secret agent.

I am Madame X.

Traveling around the world.

Changing identities.

Fighting for freedom. Freedom.

Bringing light to dark places.

I bring light to dark places.

Madame X is a dancer.

I'm a dancer.

A professor.

A head of state.

A housekeeper.

An equestrian.

A prisoner.

A student. A mother. A child.

A teacher. A nun.

A singer. A saint.

A whore. A whore.

I'm a spy

in the house of love.

I'm Madame X.

X. X. X.

I'm Madame X.

The most controversial thing I have ever done

is to stick around.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the world of Madame X.

We want you to be present

and enjoy the journey with us.

Let nothing stand between us.

And don't forget:

None of this is real.

Yeah!

Hey, girl.

If you are sure that I am a sinner,

then let he who has not sinned

cast the first stone.

If you are not sure,

then I beg of you as righteous men and women

that worship a god who loves unconditionally

to see my show and then judge me.

My show asks questions,

provokes thoughts

and takes you on an emotional journey,

portraying good and bad, light and dark,

joy and sorrow, redemption and salvation.

Fuck off!

Wake up, wake up.

Wake up, wake up, wake up...

Traitor! Fucking traitor!

I fought for you! Ah!

Death.

Death to the patriarchy.

Come on, ladies!

We've got something that we want to say.

All right, we're gonna break down now.

Come on, come on.

Don't hang your shit on anybody.

Do you get the message?

Are we all on the same boat?

Yeah!

Remember that.

If the ship goes down, we all go down together.

Stella, come over here.

Do you have something you'd like to share

with the audience?

#Times Up.

- That's right. - Time's up, people.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

Esther, would you like to share something

with the audience tonight?

God is a woman!

What's up?

That is highly possible.

All right, Mercy James, what are you doing over there?

Think you're gonna get away without the spotlight on you?

I try to raise my children to believe

that we never have to settle for second best, ever.

We deserve only the best, each and every one of us.

So, if I have told you once, I have told you 100,000 times...

Come on, Lisbon.

No, that wasn't good enough. One more time.

I'm gonna give you one more chance.

Not bad. I'll take it. I'll take it.

All right.

We've got a really big show for you tonight,

and we got to get on with it, so

I'll see you ladies later at the bar.

Drinks are on me!

All right.

Is there a doctor in the house?

Dr. Love? Dr. Feel Good?

- Are you a doctor? - Yeah.

- Really? - Yes.

You look like a criminal,

like a gangster.

I'll let you know if things work out.

Doctor, I need a checkup from the neck up.

No, not that hole, the other hole.

Uh, Doctor,

you've got it all wrong.

Knock it off!

Jesus Christ. Who ordered a string quartet?

I'm trying to talk to the audience.

I just want to know,

are you guys enjoying the show?

Yeah!

Unforgettable?

Yeah!

Anyway, the important part is

that I've been waiting for ages,

ages, to have this intimate experience

with my audience.

It's so great.

Yes, queen.

This moment of intimacy,

in this small theater,

where I can touch, I can see, I can smell...

Yes, sometimes I can smell.

Yeah!

And I couldn't be happier

to be able to look deep, deep into your eyes.

And you know...

Don't talk when I'm talking.

You know, they say that...

Do you believe that?

Yes!

However... there's always a "however," isn't there?

Who cares about my grandma right now, though?

She's dead.

No, I'm just kidding. I'm just kidding.

I love my grandmother.

She lived to be 100. God bless her.

I'm gonna live to 200, bitches.

Just you watch.

Anyways, getting back to the soul.

That's right, ladies and gentlemen.

This is what it's like to have Mozart coming out of your pussy.

A girl has to do what a girl has to do.

Okay, let's get down to the important things.

I think.

I'm Madame X. X, X, X.

I'm Madame X, X, X.

I'm Madame X, X, X.

I'm Madame X.

X, X, X.

- Fuck. - I love you!

I see some children in the audience,

and I don't mean to offend anyone,

but you know what?

This is my pussy.

So, listen...

Oh, my God! Madonna!

Excuse me?

It's very hard to hear with one eye.

I don't know why.

In fact, tonight, this patch

is really getting on my fucking nerves.

Don't cheer that I want to take it off.

You know, it's so irritating.

I love to irritate people.

You know, people hate my grills, so I wear them.

They hate my eye patch, so I wear it.

You hate that? I hate you.

Fuck you. Fuck you. Okay? I don't care.

Fuck, it's cold. Why? Can I have a fur coat, please?

A fake fur? Fake fur. Thank you. Thank you.

The fur people hate me.

Oh, thank you, honey.

Now look, I've got mascara under my eyes.

- I look like shit. - Good thing you don't

have your fucking phones in here.

You look great!

What is all this Madame X stuff about, huh?

Who is she, anyways?

She's a mother. She's a child.

She's a singer. She's a dancer.

She's a cha-cha instructor, for God sakes.

And she's a...

Whore!

She's a what?

- A whore! - A what?

A whore!

I'm getting 50% whore and 50% queen.

Make up your mind. You know, one doesn't necessarily

cancel out the other.

But here's one you may have forgotten,

and that is that Madame X is a saint.

This image of moi, Madame X,

exists nowhere else but in my hand.

Therefore,

this is very valuable.

Do you understand

the word "valuable"?

Value.

I'm a saint because...